Plush porn

When Our Son was about 3 years old he became a collector of stuffed plush animals, or "stuffies".

And like collectors who are consumed by other passions, such as antique art pottery, rare coins, or manga figurines, he saw every trip away as an opportunity to acquire another souvenir for his collection.

On one trip, we visited an Aquarium, and in the Gift Shop we bought a pink octopus. He named it Pinktopus.

On another trip, we discovered a green octopus. It was Groctopus.

Pinktapus and Groctapus played roles in the stories Our Son playacted with his stuffies. Octopi are mollusks, with mouths located at the center of their tentacles. It only made sense that Pinktapus and Groctapus kissed by smushing their tentacles together.

Our Son abandoned his stuffies around the age of nine, and the collection gathered dust on his bedroom shelves. A recent visit by a friend's two-year-old unearthed Pinktopus and Groctopus, who have been living in our bedroom ever since.

It's made [The Man I Love] and me remember Our Son's playacting tenderly. We identify with these plush octopi - I'm Pinktopus, and he's Groctopus. However, in our jaded minds, the relationship between them has taken on a racier tone.

We've produced in the Doves Today studios a dramatization of octopoidal passion, using the painstaking laborious technique of Stop-Action animation.







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