You groan is dismay as the Blue Bunny mannequin takes great delight manipulating your arms, teasing you by forcing you to reach out and touch her costume tentively in the same manner that seemed to brought the mannequins to life.
You grit your teeth and try to ignore the sensation of soft silk under your finger and the soft curves of the body underneath it. The blue bunnequin nods to one of the others, who steps in behind you, close enough for her body to press against yours with her hands resting on your hips, leaving you as the filling in a bunny-clad sandwich. Blue locks her painted eyes on yours, moving a little closer and places her hands on your chest rubbing gently though your shirt. Powerless to prevent it your own arms raise and start massaging Blue's breasts, suprisingly lifelike under your hands. In fact, if you close your eyes you could easily believe these were real women toying with you, relaxing slightly whilst theres a slight stiffening in your pants.
As you relax the bunny behind moves hers hands, first squeezing your ass before sliding her hands under your shirt, letting her fingertips trace the line of your stomach, your ribs before slipping them under Blues massage to directly grip your chest. Her fingers are soft and lifelike enough not to break the illusion, with a warm touch that lingers oddly. You push backwards slightly, wiggling your ass against her and take a deep breath, filling your swelling chest and grinning as you feel her fingers shift and the warmth spread.
You breath out, chilled, but your chest keeps swelling, twin mounds of increasingly sensitive flesh beneath your captors hands. Your eyes fly open, darting downwards to see your chest pushing out before you. Pinned tight between the two bunnies with the third hovering nearby you can do little but moan and twitch as the torment you with pleasure. Unable to resist and deeply aroused you close your eyes again, choosing to drift in delight than fight against your transformation. After all when your touched the Blue Bunny costume wasn't it out of curiousity and maybe a little bit of longing?
Accepting your fate you shiver in pleasure as the sensations of your growing chest shift slightly as you feel a cool fabric start to cup your new breasts, before flowing downwards, following the direction of the bunnies hands as she runs her fingers over your torso, sculpting your body further to suit her designs, squeezing your ribs and stomach. Even through your confused and aroused haze you realise your getting a bunny suit of your very own and grit teeth as the material betweens to knit between your legs, then tightens crushing your balls and pinning your penis against your lower body.
The bunnequins step back to admire their handiwork and push you gently to see your reflection on the mirror over the dresser. Your male clothes hang oddly on you, with your newly feminized torso matching your previously transformed arms, your shirt draping loosely enough to expose one off your shoulders whilst being pushed out by your new breasts. Your pants are in danger of slipping off your reshaped hips, but with your altered stature your shirt is long enough to protect your modesty. You almost wish it wasn't though, as you can feel the bunny suit snugly fitting your body and despite your manhood being crushed as well as much of your body being forcibly feminized by the bunnequins there is part of you that wants to see what it looks like, the part of you that made you reach out to caress the blue bunny in the first place, the part of you thats rejoicing in the feel of the material of the suit against your sensitive skin....
....you blink, coming to your senses. Surely you should be getting out of here...shouldn't you?