Bunny girl, but...

"I want to be a bunny girl..." Scarlett droned. "But I have...request."

"Okay," said John. "What?"

"Want to also be...your daughter..." Scarlett said. "Daughter bunny...bimbo bunny...good bunny..."

That was unexpected. And judging by her tone inflection despite her mindlessness, Scarlett was really into this.

"Any reason why?" asked John.

"Saw it...on a video..." said Scarlett. "Watch porn sometimes...to get off...hypnosis is favorite."

That was really unexpected. "You're just a shameless little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

John drove to an adult costume store and emerged with Scarlett's costume for her role.

"Doesn't this look sexy, my little bunny girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," Scarlett droned. "Whatever you say."

"Put it on."

Scarlett stripped naked, then squeezed into the bunny outfit. John bought one a few sizes smaller so her tits and ass would threaten to spill out at any moment. He swallowed hard as they entered the car and resumed the drive.

"When I snap my fingers, you'll be my bimbo bunny girl daughter then," said John. "You're an assistant to me, of sorts, but a bimbo teen first and foremost. And of course, part of your job would be getting hypnotized at my show as well."

John then thought back to the hypno slut role he had for Salma earlier. "And to go along with that, you will be incredibly easily hypnotized. If I put a pocket watch in front of your face, if you see a spiral, if you see a flickering candle, even watching the water flush down the toilet may be enough of a 'spiral' to zonk you out and make you highly suggestible." John stated.

"Yes, Daddy," Scarlett said, her voice more of a sexual purr now.

"All right," said John. He snapped his fingers.