Bunni

Leonard felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger. She roused and her immense breasts jiggled heavily. “You did this to me?!"

“As slow on th uptake as ever. Yes… hmmm Leo isn’t a good name. I think you need a new name pet.”

Her mind raced as she felt a strange sensation between her legs. It was like she hadn’t felt anything like it before. It was a deep yearning, a hunger that grew stronger with every passing second. The humiliation of being transformed into a bunny girl was only a distant thought compared to the overwhelming need to be filled, to be used, to be a fuck toy. Why was she thinking like this. It was getting harder to think? !

"What...what do you want with me?" she managed to stutter out, her voice now high and soft like a kitten's mewl.

Hans leaned against the cage, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Why, to use you, of course. You see, I've always had a thing for bunny girls, and now that you're one, it's just too tempting not to indulge." His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her bouncy breasts and her plump, pink pussy. "You're going to be my little plaything, my pet. And I'll treat you exactly how a good pet should be treated."

Leonard's mind reeled as her thoughts slowed. "What...what will you do to me?" she whispered, her voice quivering.

Hans shrugged as though the answer was obvious. "Ah, your new name," Hans mused, stroking his chin. "Let's see... something that suits your new form." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "How about...Bunni?"

Leonard flinched at the degrading name, but for some reason she kindof liked it. "Bunni?!" she protested, her voice a squeak.

“Yes… you are Bunni. Bunni the fuck bunny…”

The words echoed in the room, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt a strange mix of anger and submission. How dare he? Yet, something within her, something primal, responded to the name with a weird sense of belonging. Her mind reeled as she tried to process the reality of her situation. Bunni? She giggled vacuously.

Bunni looked down at her new body again, taking in the soft, pink pussy that glistened with wetness and the swollen clit that begged to be touched. Her boobies were huge. Big fat nipples too… It was like her brain had been rewired to crave the very things she had once found absurd. The cage she was in was small, only just big enough for her to stand in, with her hands resting on the bars. The feeling between her legs grew stronger, a throb that seemed to sync with her racing heart.

Hans noticed her discomfort and chuckled darkly. "Looks like you're already in heat," he said, his eyes gleaming. "That's good. It'll make your training easier."

Bunni felt her brain fog over as the need to be used took over. She knew she should be scared, should be fighting back, but all she could focus on was the ache between her legs. It was as if her very thoughts had been simplified to one word: "fuck."

Her eyes wide and glassy, she looked up at Hans, who had pulled out a leash from his pocket. "You want me to be your pet?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whimper.

"That's right, Bunni," he said, attaching the leash to the collar around her neck. "And as my pet, you'll do whatever I say."

Bunni nodded eagerly, her thoughts reduced to basic desires and instincts. The leash was attached to her collar, and she felt a strange thrill at the idea of being led around by him. She could feel her pussy getting wetter just thinking about it.

In the back of her mind Leonard struggled for control. To fight. To retain his masculinity. But the more she resisted the more his thoughts became muddled. The hunger grew, overwhelming her rationality until all she could think about was the need to serve her master. The master who had turned him into a creature of pure lust and desire.

Hans opened the cage and led her out. She looked up at him. God he was tall and handsome. “Can we…?” She asked hopefully.

“I’m taking you home. We can fuck there," Hans said, stroking her cheek with a finger that smelled faintly of cigars and power.

Bunni's eyes lit up at the word "fuck." It was all she could think about now. The heat in her pussy was like a furnace, and every touch, every word that hinted at sex made her body quiver with need. She nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words. Her mind was a haze of simple thoughts and desires, all centering around the idea of serving Hans.

Hans led her out of the cage, the leash tight in his hand. She stumbled along behind him, her hips swaying in a way she never had before. Each step sent a wave of pleasure through her body, making her pussy throb with anticipation. He walked her to the door, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Was she really going to be used like a toy?

Her thoughts were simple now, like a dumb animal's. "Home," she thought. "Fuck." The words repeated in her head, over and over, like a mantra. The heat in her pussy was intense, and she could feel her juices leaking down her legs. It was all she could do to not start begging him to fill her up right here, right now.

Hans guided her out of the warehouse and into a sleek black car. The leather seats felt cold against her bare skin, sending shivers up her spine. She stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, her mind a haze of lust. All she knew was that she needed to be fucked, and Hans was going to give it to her. The thought made her tail wag with excitement.

When they arrived at his penthouse, she was practically panting. He led her to a luxurious bedroom. The smell of leather and cologne filled the air, making her even more aroused.

"On the bed, Bunni," Hans ordered, his voice firm and commanding.

Bunni's eyes lit up at the sound of his voice, and she eagerly obeyed, hopping onto the massive king-sized bed. The plush mattress sank beneath her weight, and she felt the softness envelop her. Her body was on fire with need, and she didn't even bother to hide it. She spread her legs wide, presenting her pink, wet pussy to him like the eager slut she was. The ache was unbearable, and she needed him to fill her up, to take her like the animal she now was.

Hans chuckled at her display, stroking his cock to full hardness as he approached the bed. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her. "You're going to be such a good pet. Hard to believe you were Leonard…”

Bunni felt a pang of something she couldn’t quite grasp. It was like a distant memory of who she used to be, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the need to be mounted, to be used. She nodded her head eagerly, her thoughts consumed by the need to please her master. The word "Leonard" didn’t hold much meaning anymore. She was Bunni, and all she knew was that she wanted to be fucked.

Hans stepped closer, his cock jutting out from his unzipped pants, thick and hard. Bunni's eyes widened in awe and hunger. It had been so long since she'd seen one, and even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but want it inside her. Hans reached out and stroked her cheek, his touch gentle despite his earlier roughness. "Ready, my pet?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Bunni nodded fervently, her breasts bouncing with her eagerness. Hans smirked and climbed onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip as he positioned himself behind her. She felt his warmth and the brush of his clothes against her bare skin. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, aligning her with his cock. She gasped as the head brushed against her wet pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

With one swift motion, Hans plunged into her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a moan that was half-human, half-animal. Her body stretched around him, her pussy tightening and releasing as he began to move. The leather of the bed squeaked beneath them, a rhythmic soundtrack to their depraved dance.

And then, as he pounded into her, she remembered. The boardroom, the votes, the betrayal. Her mind flooded with thoughts and memories of who she had been before this transformation. But even as her intellect returned, she found she couldn’t stop. Her body was too far gone, a creature of pure, unbridled lust. She felt the walls of her pussy clench around his cock, eager for more.

The realization of her situation only heightened the sensations. The degradation, the loss of control, the utter submission... it all turned her on. She hated it, and yet she craved it. With every thrust, she felt a part of her former self slip away, replaced by a whimpering, **** need to be used.

“I made it so you can only think properly when you’re having sex. Funny huh? Otherwise your mind is crowded over by need. How do you like it Bunni? Is it working?” Hans expounded.

Bunni's eyes widened with horror and arousal as she felt her mind sharpen with every thrust. Her body was a vessel for pleasure, her thoughts a whirlwind of who she used to be and what she had become. The juxtaposition of her newfound intellect and her animalistic urges was intoxicating. She was aware of the betrayal, the power play, the transformation into a bunny girl, and yet she couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure that crashed through her body. Her brain fought against her instincts, but her body was a traitor, craving more.

The realization that she could only think clearly while being used sexually was a twisted form of mental bondage. The conflict between her human mind and her new, primal desires was a heady cocktail that made her pussy clench even tighter around Hans’ cock. She hated him for what he’d done, for reducing her to this, but the more she hated him, the more it turned her on.

Her former life as Leonard was crystal clear, yet, with every thrust, she felt more and more like Bunni the bunny girl, a creature of pure sexual need. Her brain fought against the pleasure, but her body was now the one in charge, eager to submit and be used. The irony of the situation was not lost on her, but she couldn’t find the strength to fight free.

The feeling of his cock inside her was like a ****, and she craved more with every stroke. She could feel her body responding to him, her pussy gripping him tightly, her hips pushing back to meet his every thrust. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before, and it was all she could do to not scream out in ecstasy.

"Good girl," Hans murmured, his hands tightening on her hips as he picked up the pace. "You're going to be a perfect pet."

“Fuck you…”

Bunni’s voice was a mix of anger and arousal. The words slipped from her lips with surprising ease. Hans’ grip tightened as he thrust into her even harder, his own breaths growing ragged. The pleasure was intense, and she couldn’t help but push back into him, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. The more she thought about her situation, the more it excited her. The thought of being nothing more than a sexual plaything for this man, a mere object to satisfy his desires, made her pussy wetter. It shouldn’t but it did. This wasn’t her but it was.

Her former self, the powerful businessman, was gone, replaced by this tiny, submissive creature that craved to be used. Hans’ hand reached around and found her clit, rubbing it expertly. The sensation was too much, and she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was as if he could read her mind, knew exactly what she needed even when she didn’t know herself. Her body was a canvas for his pleasure, and she was nothing but a living, breathing work of art to be used and enjoyed.

“Yes, yes, more!” she begged, her voice high and needy. The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she felt a surge of embarrassment followed by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust. The conflict in her mind was maddening, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore.