Another kind of bunny outfit

Abigail Harris stared at the small spandex outfit inside the box in her hands. She lifted the shiny material out of the tissue, saw there was a fluffy tuft attached as well. She also found what looked like rabbit ears that were the same color as the bodysuit. The brunette wondered how much of a coincidence it was that the outfit was the same light violet as the shoes and dress she had worn. Other accessories were in the bottom of the box as well. Nervously, she snapped a bowtie and collar around her neck and white shirtcuffs at her wrists. Stepping into the underwired leotard, she wondered what the dirty old man had in store for her after she donned the Playboy Bunny costume.

Abbie tugged herself into the form-fitting bodice of the costume, hefting the fleshy globes of her breasts into place inside the small cups. The light-skinned orbs seemed buoyant now, like they were set on a shelf, displayed for all to see. She looked down at the high cut of the bottom of the scandalous outfit. Abbie was glad she had paid more attention to trimming 'down there' since she had gotten her makeover. The miniscule crotchband didn't conceal much. She thought they normally wore hose with these outfits, but she had found none in the box.

There was still one little problem. Abbie couldn't reach the tiny zipper at the small of her back to close the skimpy outfit. She would have to prevail upon the blackmailing old man waiting outside the women's room stall door to close it for her.

Abbie swung open the door and into the sights of her abductor.

"Fuck me!!" swore the grizzled war vet as he appraised the twenty-year-old before him. "You look even sexier in that than I could've imagined!" He took the Bunny ears from her hand and pinned them to the top of her head. Gus cackled at her cute, but sexy, look.

"Uh, could you zip me up, sir?" Abbie asked demurely as she felt the old man devour her with his eyes.

"Sure, sexy!" he growled wolfishly as he brought his cold hard hands to the small of her back.

Abbie found herself sucking in her stomach as the old man slowly pulled the zip up the back of the corset-like costume. This pushed her chest out even more. She felt the minibus driver grab the bottom swells of the exposed cheeks of her voluptuous ass and pinch the soft flesh of one between two fingers.

Abbie jumped a little, wincing.

"Now, let's get that tail moving!" he laughed as tugged at the thick cotton tuft that seemed to grow from the top of her buttcheeks.

Abbie was glad they exited the back door of the Veterans' of Foreign Wars club, was glad to avoid the lecherous advances of Gus' cronies gathered around the bar. But she wondered what she was in for now, as she followed the man across the lot to the VA annex of the nearby hospital.

The outrageously garbed brunette joined Gus Watson as they visited from room to room in the Veterans' Administration wing. He was re-garbed for Easter in his Mr. Easter Bunny suit, she was busting out all over in her Playboy Bunny outfit. He would drop off some goodies in a gift basket as Abbie charmed the men, most old and running out of years, some not too much older than her, there for rehab from recent injuries. The brunette couldn't help but be flattered by the newfound attention, the most she had gotten from people in her age group since she had undergone her 'transformation' at the hands of Pearl Johnson. Even if it meant a few surreptious pinches, especially from the older folk.The nurses, of course, looked at her with not a little bit of scorn as she traipsed toward the exit with the costumed old man. The couple handsome doctors she passed in the halls didn't seem to mind, though. She still managed to be able to blush as they smiled and passed by her in their white labcoats.

It was dark now as they returned to the parking lot and Gus ushered her back to the van. He stored the head in the back and slipped out of the polyester-furred suit. Now in a sweaty tee shirt and jeans, the man took her back into the private club.

"Why don't you go behind the bar and help Sam serve while I have me a cold one," Gus said, not allowing Abbie time for a response. He settled onto a stool as Sam winked at him and drew a frosty mug of beer and slid it in front of him.

Abigail thought she would have bruises all over after a half hour of serving the ever-increasing crowd. Hands seemed to be all over her, pinching and fondling her bare attributes as she took trays to the tables surrounding the bar. Making matters worse, Gus was playing with his new toy, the pastel-colored remote. She would be taking a tray full of brews to a table and buckle in a mini-orgasm as he vibrated the egg on high. She had to pause and let the feeling ripple through her before she continued. She could hear him chuckling as he did so, over and over again. The beads deep inside her bum seemed to vibrate along with it, doubling the exquisite ****.

Abbie woke up, finding herself on the front lawn of her parents' small ranch home, in time to see the taillights of a white van fade in the distance. She looked at herself, still clad in the violet Bunny costume. She remembered nodding off as she sat in the van when they finally left the club near midnight. As she pulled herself to a seated position, the brunette found the remote by her side. She picked up, hefted it, then turned it on, slowly at first, then flicked the dial all the way. Abbie had some unfinished business to attend to.

As the crickets chirped in the quiet night, Abigail Harris writhed on the front lawn of her home, **** to finally cum satisfyingly. She thought of the many men who had lusted after her curvy form this long day as she did so, bucking her hips as she held the vibrator remote tight in her clenched fists.