“L…Lola,” you begin, completely numb with a previously unknown passion for the rabbit currently attempting to disrobe you.
“Shhh,” she says, holding a furry digit to your lips “Say no more. You’re right, these will be impossible to take off of you with those paws of yours!”
As much as you’d hate to admit it, she’s right. The size of the holes you put your human legs through originally are far too small for your giant gray and white rabbit paws to fit through in reverse.
“Stay where you are, bunny boy…” Lola says, dragging a claw underneath your chin, bringing you both nose-to-nose “I’ll be right back.”
Lola swings herself around and begins toward the bartender. Her words again echo within your ears… “Bunny boy.” You realize, quite suddenly, that Lola Bunny is changing you to suit her needs! Assessing your paws sticking out from your pants, you would venture a guess that she’s creating her own personal Bugs Bunny! Something about that thought disturbs you deeply, however another part of you is completely comfortable with this fact. Excitement grows within your loins as you gaze back at the bunny at the bar, as she leans with her tail sticking out at you speaking to the bartender. There’s something about her that’s really affecting you – perhaps it’s her long ears, which are currently drooped down, framing her fluffy white furry cheeks. Perhaps it’s that peach and white, twitchy tail she just had in your face…
You look down at yourself and realize you’ve been absent-mindedly pleasuring yourself through your straining underwear. You cease immediately as you recall what it was that was making you excited in the first place – that rabbit! The same rabbit that’s making YOU in to a rabbit! As your thoughts return to Lola, the excitement returns, and you gaze at her, glued to her every move as she gestures back toward you from the bar. You begin to drool onto your shirt as you begin to have thoughts of being her mate, running your paws through not only her blonde hair, but also through the fur covering her body. A shiver runs through you as you steadily pleasure yourself, still glued to the rabbit, who is returning to the couch from across the room holding a pair of scissors, apparently from the bartender.
Lola snaps the scissors open and closed a few times, as though testing them. She looks down at your drooling, pleasure consumed body. You can do nothing but stare back at her, though you know you should stop what you’re doing and straighten yourself up!
“Beat me to it, hm?” she says with a quick laugh, glancing down at your hand currently taking care of business.
You’re astonished once more. You come to grips with the situation: Lola Bunny is currently on deck to begin scissoring off your pants in order to continue with her massage – a massage which has already turned your human feet in to cartoon rabbit paws! You stop the pleasuring for a moment, and look at Lola with eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlights.
Lola simply looks back at you with a smirk. Your eyes meet briefly, as the scissors glint in what low lighting exists.