The Bunny Girl

Leonard Winthrop Douglas had just come out of a late board meeting where there had been a close vote on the new manager of the company. He’d been successful in holding onto his position, barely. The last thing he remembered was walking through his office car park to his car and he’d felt a sharp pricking pain in his arm. He’d stared in shot at the tranquilliser dart... then blackness.

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Leonard awoke slowly. He lay on the uncomfortable floor, bare skin pressing against the cool concrete. A lot of soft bare skin. That didn’t feel right in the least. Blearily he opened his eyes and focused on the bars of his cage. “Huh?” He muttered, voice high and throaty and distinctly feminine. He felt a sudden rush of fear. His hands were tiny. He looked at his daintily slim fingers and his shapely soft arms. This wasn’t good. With growing fear he looked at his body. Breasts. Spectacular in form and weight. And... further down... a pussy. His cock and balls were gone. Gone! “How...” But that wasn’t all. Long floppy bunny ears. A fluffy bunny tail. And a killer physique“Oh hell... I’m a bunny girl?!” He’d read about them. Of the petgirls they were the most well know for their sexual appetites. They literally fucked like bunnies... he... no she looked at her body in shocked fear. You couldn’t turn a person into a pet. It ... was impossible... illegal... wrong!

“Hello Leo," Hans Deiter said and the bunny girl looked up at him. He seemed so much bigger now. No. She was petite.. "Regretfully I had to move. I needed you gone. If you’re missing the board will make me manager... sorry. It wasn’t anything personal. But I was there to observe the process... you’re about two foot shorter now. Four feet... I He funniest part was when your manhood disappeared. First it shrunk and then your testes shriveled up inside you...”