You voice a bit of brief concern.
“Err… Lola?” you begin, your voice wavering with every stroke of her paw against your shifting toes, which are now sticking up and out of your sock and are obviously not the same feet you trudged in on.
She pauses for a second to lean forward and place a paw on your forehead, pushing your head lightly back against the plush couch.
You lean your head back, allowing the sultry rabbit to do her business. How bad could it be, you question yourself. Your vision explodes in to stars as she works on your involuntarily clenching toes, her clawed digits brushing against what is clearly a soft coating of fur on the top of your feet. You can feel the stretching and tingling entering the balls of your feet, and your thoughts are again brought to distress as you hear a tremendous amount of ripping fabric again! You look up in a daze, still completely lost in Lola’s echoing words “Relax…” and catch sight of your feet.
What you see nearly makes you scream, however you stay still, your body no longer reacting to your own thought process. You are looking down at the peach and white rabbit of your dreams removing the tattered remains of your once sturdy socks from both your right and left feet. The only identifiable remnants are around your ankles, the elastic still giving way enough to remain on even under the rapid fur growth.
The reason for the socks giving way is quite obvious as you continue to stare, mouth agape, a bit of drool forming at the side of your mouth as the female rabbit continues her triad of rubbing and kneading. You are now the owner of rapidly lengthening and widening rabbit paws. The fur is still growing in before your eyes as she continues to work on the underside, her pads occasionally contacting what seems like bare skin in certain spots. You watch as the white fur dominates your three large toes, and gray fur coats the top of your paws from the very edge of your toes up your ankle. The fur pattern looks so familiar, you think to yourself.
Lola catches sight of you looking down and wiggles her nose a bit, whiskers twitching. Smirking and obviously proud of her handiwork, she calmly begins to speak to you.
“I got a certain feeling when you walked in here,” she begins while getting up, keeping a paw on your new paws “I could see something in your eyes…”
Lola trails off without finishing her sentence audibly. Abruptly, she hops on top of you, straddling you backwards! Her teardrop shaped tail is now pressing against your nose, wiggling every so often, the soft white fur tickling your nose. The tickling does not distract you from the fact that this rabbit is currently on your chest, her legs atop of your arms, her padded hind paws on either side of your head, pinning you down very effectively.
You let out a muffled cry, half in pleasure, half in pleading for her to get off of you, however it doesn’t seem she hears you, as you feel her forepaws rip at the remnants of the socks around your ankles. A shiver runs up your body, from the tips of your white toes all the way to the tip top of your very head. A warm sensation comes over you as her tail brushes you again. A thought creeps in to your mind. What if you were to give in?