#PPt Werehuggy AU

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Werehuggy Rich fic 1

enjoy, you absolutely content starved scoundrels.

Rich wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

If they were going to take him from everything; his wife, his future, his life, simply for the crime of anger, fine. But he was going to show them… Actually, no. They weren’t going to do that.

He exhaled harshly. He was a big guy, he was more than capable of punching the lights out of a couple of scrawny scientists. Or… A couple of huge, hulking dudes with bulletproof vests and stun batons. Whatever. He just made himself ready.

And, true to his promise, a fight he put up. He was surprised with himself at how effective his screaming and violent attacking was. He was becoming convinced that he was actually going to win this fight, until, mid-yell, he heard a voice from behind him.

“Roger. It’s bedtime.” the deep female voice said, and Rich felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. In the moment that he flinched, one of his attackers landed a nasty punch to his jaw. 

He fired himself up again. “GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARDS!!” he screamed, and he swung at the men again. Only, after a few punches, his movements started to slow. In fact, everything seemed slow, like he was in slow motion… And his body felt so heavy… He fell to a knee, his anger waning, replaced with only exhaustion. His vision was getting so blurry…... Every breath made him feel tired….… The voices above him were fading away……..

Rich groaned as he slowly came around. He heard a loud voice above him respond, but he couldn’t make out the words. As his vision slowly cleared, he attempted to speak, only to find himself gagged. This snapped him out of his stupor almost instantly. He tried to get his bearings in a panic. He was bound to an operating table in a sterile white room with coloured tiles on the floor. Observation windows surrounded him on all sides and he could see faces watching him. Some faces he recognised. Their expressions were stony, sombre. 

He heard footsteps behind him and a woman he didn’t recognise walked into view holding a large syringe. His breathing sped up and became shallow. A deep chuckle from in front of him switched his focus.

“It’s actually quite rewarding to see you made humble.”

Rich recognised that voice. It belonged to Dr. Harley Sawyer. The bastard. Rich’s eyes were wide, his pulse quick. He flinched hard as the nurse pulled down his pants. He thought for a moment that she was going to do something horrible to him. What she actually did was much worse.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Dr. Sawyer taunted, “This will only hurt… a lot .”

The woman tightened his restraints and grabbed his thigh to hold it steady. She readied her syringe and jabbed Rich’s leg. He would’ve screamed out if he could, as she slowly pressed down the tip of the syringe and injected him with the clear fluid inside. It stung and burned. Rich had a high pain tolerance, but this was unlike any pain he’d ever felt. It felt as if the serum was telling his nerves to fire off directly. The nurse removed the syringe, packed up her kit and left the room, never once making eye contact with him. Dr. Sawyer inputted some kind of command into a terminal and the surgical table lowered back into the floor. Rich’s gag and bindings uncuffed and snaked away, leaving him on his back. As he looked up at the ceiling, he heard a pneumatic hiss. Clear gas began to enter the room and instantly, upon his next breath, his head and chest exploded in pain.

Rich gasped for air. He could barely get a breath in. The pain was spreading up to his back. He curled in on himself. It felt as if his spine was being broken and reset a thousand times a second. He felt the indifferent eyes on him as he drooled on the floor, making desperate, choked noises between shallow breaths. He felt pressure on his back, from under his skin. His vision was doubled, but his perspective seemed to be changing, as if he were being slowly lifted. Then, all at once, all of his skin started to ache.

He was sure he was about to pass out from the pain. His ears were ringing and he felt like he was choking. He could vaguely hear himself screaming, and Harley speaking indifferently. As he panted, his mouth began to hurt just as much as his back. Then, he felt a sensation against his lower lip. Before he could question that, suddenly, the pain spread across his entire body. No inch of him was safe. Rich was confident that he was dying. 

Rich felt his hands brush against the floor in an odd way. Touching the tile just felt different, somehow. He forced himself to look at his left hand and let out a scream. His hand was curling and turning black, becoming gnarled and clawed. Dark blue fur was sprouting from his skin all over him, and, as he watched, his arm became steadily wider, as if he were somehow growing pounds of muscle and fat in seconds. 

They were transforming him into a toy, he realised, and acted on his only instinct: to cry out for help, however fruitless it would be. But, when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t find the word. He couldn’t find his voice at all. The sound that came out of him was a loud, guttural roar, sounding like that of a bear. He tried to cry out again, but this time, no sound came out at all.

“Come on, Richie,” Sawyer crooned, “Don’t resist. Don’t hold it in.”

His offer was so tempting. Would it not hurt anymore if he just let the transformation run its course? But no, he stayed resolute. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t reverse the process. Let it out.”

His voice was low, crooning, almost soothing. Rich’s screams turned into short grunts and choked noises. He was quickly losing his strength. 

“That’s it. Just like that…”

His muscles were slowly relaxing. His breathing deepened and quivered.

“Thaaat’s right… Thaaat’s it…”

Rich couldn’t keep resisting. Exhaustedly, he gave in.

The pain was gone. The transformation felt satisfying, pleasurable. A wave of relief swept through him.

“ Ah- ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ” he sighed deeply, letting himself relax as he closed his eyes.

“There we go.” Sawyer murmured.

Rich felt the fur sprout on his face, his eyes and nose growing and changing shape to fit into his new skull. His legs - now his back legs - became curved and thick. He could feel his form growing, his stomach shuddering as he rapidly expanded in size. It felt good, soothing, as if every change was lulling him to sleep. 

The sensations died down quickly. He felt barely awake. He heard Harley sigh in awe. The beast before him was easily more than ten times the size of a human, covered in scruffy, dark-blue fur. It was round; fat and muscular, with stumpy limbs and a short, bobbed tail. Most awestrikingly, this massive, tired creature was once human. Once a human that Harley quite detested.

Without any caution, he stepped into the chamber. The enormous beast snorted sleepily. He walked around to its face and pressed a hand into its fur. It was soft, yet somehow coarse as well. The beast opened one eye and peered at Harley. Its eyes alone were larger than him. 

“Good boy,” Harley crooned, “You’re alright.”

Rich closed his eye again and allowed himself to fall softly to sleep.

The beast exhaled, and Harley was buffeted by the wind from its nose. It almost knocked him back. He removed his hand and stepped away, looking back at his colleagues. The procedure had been a resounding success. A new type of bigger body had been invented.

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ain't they cute?

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Rich doesn't like baths.

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some more doodles, featuring @ab-art-07's dude

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Rich fic 2

Harley had quickly had a large collar designed for Rich. It was adapted from an elephant tracking collar, designed to stay on at all times. He left the tracker as part of the design, but added several extra features. For one, there were the electroshock stimulators, and another was a hook designed to allow Sawyer to attach a heavy-duty leash to Rich, either to keep him in one place, or…

Harley tugged on the leash harshly. Rich made a low grunting noise in protest and refused to budge, which earned him another tug, which in turn, pulled a throaty growl from him.

Harley tutted.

“Now, now. Don’t you growl at me. I’ve been nothing but charitable to you, Rich, I expect some cooperation in return. Respect is a two-way street, and I’d like to see us both walking it. Or… Rather, me walking it, and you sort of lumbering.”

Harley swore he saw the beast roll its eyes.

“Now, beast. Move!”

He gave another harsh pull and Rich rumbled deeply, but rose to his paws and began to slowly trail Harley.

“Good Richie.” Harley praised, although his voice was still jaded and annoyed sounding. “Now, we’re going to go out and see all your many friends. Isn’t that exciting?” he taunted.

He worried for a moment he’d perhaps taken the mocking a little too far, as Rich narrowed his eyes and made a deep warning noise. It sounded akin to the roar of a brown bear. But, even so, he continued to lumber behind him.

Harley was not a fan of how slow he had to be to allow Rich to keep up with him. He expected something that large to be able to move rather quickly, but it seemed not. Perhaps because of all of that fat, not aided by his stumpy legs.

Finally, they stepped out into a circular room, which immediately erupted into gasps and cheers. Rich stiffened, but Harley gave another sharp tug. He reluctantly followed his direction. Rich felt huge and exposed, unable to speak, to plead his case to the faces in the shocked audience that he recognised.

“One-Eight-Zero-Five. Sit.” Harley ordered. Rich would have much preferred to growl and roar, but he could see his hand resting on the wireless controller that activated his collar, so, instead, he lowered his belly to the floor. He couldn’t exactly sit like a dog due to the shape of his body, but laying down seemed to be good enough for Harley. All of the members of the audience seemed to be employees of the company or investors. He saw Stuart’s face in the crowd. He looked away quickly.

“Now, I’ve kept you waiting long enough, I’m sure.” Harley started, “Before we begin, I’d like to remind you all of the NDA you signed coming in. This,” he gestured to Rich, “Is the first subject of our new Bigger Bodies initiative. One of our employees here at the company was unfortunately left comatose after an accident,” That wasn’t true, Rich thought, “but, innovators as we are, we thought that there must be a way to save them before it was too late. So, instead of placing them inside the toy, we put the toy.. Inside of them. It’s true! This beast was once a man, on the very precipice of death. But, once again, we have done the impossible.”

Dr. Sawyer continued to address the crowd in a carefully measured cadence, but Rich wasn’t paying attention anymore. He felt a strange feeling bubbling up inside of him. It was a physical sensation that ran through his bones. He didn’t know what was happening, but he remembered the pain of his first transformation. If this was anything like that, he figured he may as well let it out. So, he lowered his head to the floor, his vision blurring and doubling as the sensation built. It did not hurt, it made him feel tired and far away. He closed his eyes.

The voices around him started to become urgent and loud.

“What’s happening?!” an audience member yelled.

“Look at it! What’s it doing?”

“Awe, shit!” He heard commotion, as if someone was getting up to run away.

“Dr. Sawyer, is it alright?” a woman asked from the crowd.

“Oh my god, it’s shrinking!”

“Is it turning back into a human?”

“It is! It is, look!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

“1805!” That was the voice of Dr. Sawyer calling to him. He was so tired… He let himself lay sideways on the floor. He could feel his limbs re-forming, patches of fur returning to skin and hair.

“Is he naked??”

“What the hell!”

“Is he dead?!”

“Is that…!”

It was quiet, but Rich could hear Stu’s voice from the back of the room.

“Richie…”

Then, the voices faded away.

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bro is Wolkjin

mainly did this to try to study his skeleton. His front legs can't bend at the knees and his back knees have very limited mobility. Adding extra mass to the bone structure caused some bone to grow over the knee joints and almost completely prevent them from rotating.

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still cannot believe that a few months after I made this the orientation notebook came out and revealed Rich's last name.

Story behind the surname "Byrde", I chose that name specifically to piss off a friend who was really annoyed about people thinking Rich's name was "Rich Avery" even after chapter 3 came out. My thought process was Avery > Aviary > birds > looking for a Scottish surname > Byrde.

Also, Lovitz is a Jewish surname, so Rich is probably Jewish. But I will hold onto hope of Ranga Rich until we get evidence otherwise.

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are you going to update the werehuggy Rich au fanfic thingy?? Sorry for asking but it's literally my favorite thing to read, since people in the ppt fandom don't write enough of the employees! But don't worry! No rush or anything. Just wondering :]

aww, tysm! I'm glad to know people are enjoying it. I have a plot direction in my mind but I'm not entirely sure how I'd go about it. I have some stockpiled art that I'm planning on posting very soon though >:)