You contemplate the thought in your head to give in for a moment; however, the rabbit tail again draws you in. You follow it up with your eyes to the shapely thighs and rear belonging to the peach and white rabbit of your dreams. Another warm feeling washes over you, erasing a bit of your negative thought process in regards to what’s happening to you. Lola flings the remaining fabric from your socks backward at you, and it hits you square in the nose, quickly sliding off you and on to Lola’s paws positioned on either side of your head. You watch in amazement as she dexterously moves the fabric from one toe to the other to the other until she simply allows it to drop off onto the floor.
“That’s talent!” you say quietly to yourself, her tail still distracting you from nearly anything else that’s happening, your concerning feelings becoming more and more distant.
Lola continues her massaging, her digits snaking up your ankle onto your calf and knee. The fabric of your pants is obviously frustrating the rabbit, so she abruptly leaps from the position on your chest, allowing you to take a deep breath, and also to take in the full effect she’s had on your feet.
Your paws are now at least as long as the distance between your ankle and knee, and at least three times as wide as your former human feet. You wiggle your toes from left to right and watch the six thick digits respond, your own tiny claws unsheathing and re-sheathing themselves as you move along. Before you’re able to think about that fact anymore, Lola comes in to your view.
“We have to do something about these.” She states, tugging at your pants legs.
You’re completely disabled. You cannot fight her, and you wonder if you even would if you could. As she undoes your belt, unthreading it and tossing it aside, she begins to undo your pants, first unbuttoning, and then taking down your zipper.