Ben Wilson’s humiliation at Dolly’s hands still festered in his mind. The memory of being trapped in that pink bunny suit, forced to prance as a cheerleader mascot at the football game, fueled his desire for revenge. “Turn me into a plush cheerleader bunny, will she?” he growled under his breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. “Let’s see how she likes actually becoming part bunny!”
Months after his ordeal, Ben had discovered an old, leather-bound tome in a dusty antique bookstore, its cover etched with eerie symbols. Nestled next to it on the shelf he found it was a small, creepy sculpture—a grotesque, rabbit-like figure carved from dark wood, its eyes glinting with tiny red gems and its mouth twisted into a sinister grin. The tome described a spell to transform someone into a half-human, half-bunny creature, an anthropomorphic bunny, with a permanent change. The text gleefully noted that bunnies, with their intense sex drives, would leave the transformed person consumed by primal urges, “doing anything possible for sex.” Ben smirked as he clutched the sculpture, imagining Dolly forced to become a wanton slut. But there was one catch. The spell could only be cast on Easter.
Easter was nearing, and Ben devised a plan to trap Dolly at an Easter party, casting the spell to turn her into a lust-driven bunny. He spent weeks preparing, his obsession with revenge growing.
Ben decided to host an Easter party at the local community club. How to insure she'd attend? He could offer that creepy sculpture as a prize! Knowing Dolly’s love for unique, macabre treasures, she'd have to attend. He sent invitations to friends, personally delivering one to Dolly with a note:
“Dolly,
You HAVE to come to my Easter party! Oh, I know I seemed upset at that prank you pulled on me, but I've realized I deserved it. All forgiven and to show there are no hard feelings, I’ve got something special for you. Creepy, disturbing and horrifying—just the kind of thing I know you'll love.
~Ben.”
Ben was certain Dolly couldn't resist that.
The community center was adorned with pastel decorations. It had several large rooms and outdoor spaces, including a grand gazebo. He'd invited everyone, hoping that would allay Dolly's suspicions. If everyone was invited, she wouldn't feel strange getting the request to attend. Meanwhile Ben eyed that gazebo for his trap.
Hidden beneath a pastel rug in the gazebo, Ben inscribed the spell’s runes into the floorboards. Because they were transparent, they'd be very hard to see once he was done, but just in case he put a rug over top to hide them completely. The spell required the target to stand within the rune circle while the creepy sculpture was brought into position. Once the statue was brought into proximity, it would lock the target in place with enchanted energy, ensuring they couldn’t escape until the transformation was complete.
To lure Dolly, Ben planned a fake “Easter treasure hunt.” He’d announce that the prize—the creepy rabbit sculpture, which he was calling a “rare occult artifact”—was hidden along with the eggs. He’d guide Dolly there by hinting that he wanted her to have the sculpture, tricking her into stepping onto the rug and the runes hidden underneath. Once trapped, she’d become an anthro bunny. Ben would steer the now confused Dolly back to the party and with her new bunny urges, she'd humiliate herself. Ben squirmed in glee at the thought of Dolly becoming an insatiable hedonist. The spell hinted that the victim would be obsessed with sex in all it's forms. It was the perfect revenge!
Ben hid the tome and sculpture in a locked box under his bed, checking them obsessively. The night before the party, he double-checked the runes, grinning as they hummed with magical energy. Everything was ready.
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Easter arrived, and the party buzzed with activity. Guests mingled, enjoying pastel cocktails and Easter egg hunts. Dolly arrived late, her gothic attire—black velvet dress and heavy boots—clashing with the cheerful Easter decor. She smirked at Ben, appearing suspicious but intrigued. “What’s this ‘creepy find’ you’re dangling in front of me, runt?” she asked, her tone sharp. Ben hid his excitement.
“You’ll see. I’ve got a treasure hunt planned, and the prize is something you’ll go nuts for. Stick around.” Ben said, acting the gracious host.
As the party continued, Ben watched Dolly closely. During a lull, he grabbed the microphone and announced the treasure hunt. “Everyone, listen up! I had announced the egg hunt. But what I didn't announce is that one of the eggs has a special prize—a rare occult rabbit sculpture. Creepy yes, but certainly a unique item! First to find it wins the sculpture!”
Dolly’s eyes gleamed, her love for eerie artifacts overriding her caution. She searched with urgency, Ben trailing behind. “Hey, Dolly, I’ll help you look,” he said, his pulse racing. “I think it might be hidden near the gazebo."
Dolly nodded, stepping towards the gazebo. Ben pointed to the rug, underneath which the runes lay hidden. “Try there.” She stepped forward onto the rug as Ben followed. Ben heard the hum of the runes being triggered! There was an explosion of blue light! Ben quickly glanced around to confirm no one was near the gazebo. No one was. Perfect, no one would witness what he did to Dolly. Ben's heart leaped.
But Dolly’s grin stopped him cold. She wasn’t scared—she was amused. He looked down... And saw the faint marks of the runes under his feat. What? How had he... In a moment Ben realized that somehow the rug had moved off the runes. The rug was supposed to be on the runes so stepping on it triggered the trap. But the rug had moved. When Ben had seen Dolly step on it, he thought she was trapped, but he'd rushed in distracted and he stepped right into the trap!
Ben felt a searing heat as the spell focused on him. His feet stuck to the floor, the tome and sculpture slipping from his grasp. Dolly sashayed over, picking up the items with a smirk. “Oh, Ben,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You thought you could outsmart me?” She shook her head. "I saw you were following me, so I had to wait until you made the announcement to slip out here and move the rug. Such a rookie mistake. To the mystically attuned, runes emit an energy, Ben. I could hear the gazebo humming from the street!", she said with a grin. She picked up the tome and sculpture, then brought the sculpture close to Ben. He could see the eyes glowing.
The transformation began. White and pink fur sprouted, soft and glossy. Ben's ears stretched into long, floppy bunny ears with satin-like insides. His face reshaped into a delicate, snout-like muzzle, his eyes large and sparkling. His body morphed into an exaggeratedly feminine, sissy-like form—curvy hips, a tiny waist, and a plush, ample chest that while not enormous, would be impossible to hide. His clothes tore apart, revealing his new form. Both watched his penis shrank to a tiny, barely noticeable nub, Ben and Dolly having very different reactions as she seemed almost gleeful and Ben looked on the verge of tears. And then it was over.
Ben’s new look was the epitome of allure as he stood there, half bunny, half sissy and completely naked. His fur shimmered, pink with white accents, and his tail was a fluffy, cotton-candy-like puff. His curves were soft and inviting, his movements naturally dainty. His large eyes and twitching snout gave him a perpetually shy, submissive appearance, amplified by his tiny penis, adding to his humiliation.
As the transformation settled, Ben reached out to explore his new body. His fingers barely grazed his stiff nipples, and a wave of heat overwhelmed Ben. His mind fogged with an intense, primal need for sex—specifically oral and anal. The tome’s warning rang true: bunnies do have insatiable sex drives. His new sissy nature amplified this, making him crave attention and submission. He fought the urges, but he was already struggling to keep control and the urges were only growing, his body trembling with desire.
“Dolly, please!” he begged, his voice now a soft, lisping soprano, dripping with sissy charm. “Reverse it! I can’t live like this!”
Dolly laughed, clutching the tome and sculpture. "Oh, don't worry Ben. It actually doesn't last very long. Only a few months or so. It'll be over before you know it." Dolly gave a witches cackle as Ben looked at her in desperation. "But first thing, we can't have anyone seeing you naked like this. You're in luck, I just happen to have a cute little outfit for you."
From her bag, she pulled a humiliating, sissy-themed outfit: a frilly, pastel-pink dress (perfect for Easter) with puffed sleeves and a short, ruffled skirt that barely covered his tail. It came with a lacy petticoat, white thigh-high stockings with pink bows, and glossy Mary Jane shoes. She added a satin bonnet with a giant bow and a pacifier necklace, completing the infantilized look
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“Put it on,” Dolly ordered, tossing the outfit to him.
Ben didn't want to. But his clothes were ruined, and he couldn't go back to the party naked! This was all he had. Ben’s trembling hands dressed him in the outfit, each piece fitting his curvy body perfectly. The dress hugged his chest making sure it was the center of attention. The dress also flared at the hips, the petticoat lifting the skirt to expose his tail. The stockings and shoes made his legs look delicate, and the bonnet, with little holes for his rabbit ears, framed his face, emphasizing his sissy bunny features. The pacifier necklace, carrot-themed, dangled, a humiliating reminder of his new role. He looked like a sissy fantasy, designed to draw every gaze.
Dolly pushed Ben out of the gazebo, back into the party. Even though the touch on his bottom was fleeting, he still groaned involuntarily at the touch. His altered body was so sensitive! “Go play, Sissy Bunny,” she teased. “Everyone’s gonna adore you. We'll just tell them it's something you chose to do to make the party fun for everyone." Dolly smiled knowing that for some of the party-goers, it'd be far more fun than they'd be expecting.
Ben stumbled into the crowd at Dolly's behest, his outfit and curves drawing gasps and stares. Men ogled his frilly dress and dainty movements, and his urges surged, his body craving their attention. He wanted to flee, but the now magnetic lure of the men kept him there, his tail twitching and his lips forming a shy pout. “H-hi…” he lisped to a group of guys, his voice betraying his need.
The partygoers treated him like a cute, sissy mascot. “Look at Ben, everyone!!”, someone in the crowd said. "Ben must really like rabbits", another said, remembering the cheerleader mascot. One of the football players scooped Ben up. Ben’s body leaned into the touch while his mind screaming in humiliation. Soon Ben was swept up, placed into another man's lap. That man looked at Ben with a disturbing intensity...
As Ben was swept into the crowd, Dolly stood at the party’s edge, holding the tome and sculpture. She opened the tome’s preface, her eyes catching the line:
“And a special thanks to the great and powerful Dolly for her help with the spells.”
She smirked, closing the book. Dolly tucked the tome under her arm and entered the party, her gothic dress trailing. The night was young, and she knew it would be unforgettable, particularly for Ben.