[Genderswap, Age Progression]

"...Sorry, Young Master, I'm going to have to ask you to repeat what you just told me. You want to... What, exactly?"

"Are you hard of hearing, Mirelle? I know you've been with the family for a long time, due to your nature, but I didn't think you could age so badly."

"I-I've not aged, Young Master. It's merely what you're implying that's thrown me off. Are you absolutely sure that you would want to go so far, just for the chance to entertain yourself?"

"Of course! I've done a very good job with my studies, earning the highest marks and doing everything to make my Father proud. But he wants me to push myself further and prove that I can earn the right to buy it all on my own as well!"

"Y-Yes, but that does not mean he would want you to take this route towards that goal..."

Standing within a regal room within a very expensive mansion were two very well acquainted individuals. The Young Master, a young blonde boy by the name of Richard, and his diligent Maid, a black-haired dark-elven woman that had seen generations come and go since she was originally hired. Despite the fact that she only looked a couple years older than the boy in a physical sense, she was his senior by several centuries.

And it was that sense of seniority, that sense of duty that had driven her to protect and care for the family for so long, that had thoroughly been tossed aside when she heard what the youth wanted to do. Of all things, he would want to do something so illicit, all for the sake of his own entertainment..?

"What's so wrong with working at my Father's casino, Mirelle? I want to earn the money that will allow me to buy the gaming system that I've been coveting." Richard said, his speech as formal as a boy like him could make it. He was well taught and all, but he was still just a child. "As far as I understand, there's nothing bad about the kind of work they do. In fact, they treat me with nothing but love whenever I accompany my Father."

"That may be the case, Young Master, but did you not think any ill of them for barely being dressed? Wearing such little cloth that you can see everything leak out if you just breathed on them the right way? Surely you must know that boys your age aren't supposed to be in such an environment." Mirelle tried to talk some sense into her young charge. And it wasn't just because she actually envied all of those bunnies because her body was awfully and woefully immature compared to theirs, with her slim hips and her meager breasts that wouldn't possibly be able to fill one of those leotards...

Richard giggled as he could see the embarrassment and jealousy colored onto his maid's cheeks. "Mirelle. I know that I shouldn't be there. But I need to be there, if I am to earn all the money that I need. It's just one night too, a single night of working as hard as they do to entertain the guests." He explained, before giggling a little more as he climbed off the bed he was currently sitting on. "Besides. If I were to blend in and become just like them, then there's no reason I shouldn't be there. Right?"

"How do you plan on blending in, exactly?" Mirelle asked, clearing her throat a little as she held a hand right above her head. Which was several heads taller than Richard's current height. "You're much smaller than any of the bunnies that currently work at your Father's casino. Do you think you can just sneak in and get lost amongst the masses? If that's your idea on how to work, then..."

"No, of course not." Richard shook his head, before walking over to one of the closets that seemed awfully full. A few taps along the wooden surface, and the closet released a loud burst of steam that very nearly would've knocked him onto his butt, if he hadn't taken the chance to step aside preemptively. "I've gone ahead and prepared a special outfit, just for the occasion!"

As the doors swung open, Mirelle saw two matching outfits. A glitzy golden leotard, and a seductive silver leotard. Both of them were the same size as all the other leotards that were used by the staff of the Master's casino, though these seemed to resonate with some kind of power. Power that she was sensitive to, causing her to tremble as they both shined in her direction...

"Ehe, sorry, Mirelle." Richard giggled. He had forgotten that due to the Dark Elf's long life, she would naturally feel some sort of weakness overwhelm her should she be exposed to magical elements like this. "But I had asked one of my Father's associates if she couldn't sew me an outfit that would help me blend in. She took it very literally, and now I have these two! She said that all I'd have to do was put it on, and then..."

Mirelle narrowed her eyes a little as she started to put together exactly what the boy was planning. "...So you're going to turn into a bunny, just like the ones that roam your Father's casino, and just hope that you can work it all out? Are you absolutely certain that's supposed to be a good idea, or..."

"I'm sure it's a good idea. And to make sure that I don't mess anything up and bring attention to myself when I'm supposed to be pleasing the customers, I got one for you as well!" Richard was quick to try and wipe her worries away. Even though he knew that she was very clearly right to worry. Because he knew nothing about the kind of duties that the bunnies carried out. He had only just seen them tell him nice things and otherwise look pretty. So that's all he thought he had to do.

Mirelle wanted to try and talk some sense into him. But it was very clear that she wasn't going to be successful. No matter what she'd try to tell him, he'd find a way to turn it into a positive for his idea. While the Young Master was definitely very gifted in a lot of areas, he was also beyond stubborn. And that was just something she had to live with. "...Very well. If you really must do this, then I will have to step aside and allow you. Though make no mistake, Young Master. I will not be enjoying myself."

"It's not about enjoying yourself, Mirelle. You just have to do your best to earn your pay, and then we can relax and play that game I've been looking forward to, once our shift is over and done with!" The young man chimed as he reached for his golden leotard, while carefully tossing the silver one to his maid. He thought she'd go best with the silver, because it really complimented her skin.

And she'd be hard pressed to disagree on that front. Just a simple look at the silver leotard that found its way into her arms, and she could already imagine how snug it would be. So much so that she shivered all over, partly because of the magic contained within, and partly because of the mental image appearing within her mind. No, she mustn't become distracted. She had a job to do. A job that involved keeping that boy safe and secure.

As for getting the leotard on, it was rather easy for her. Especially since she was still so inadequate in terms of curves. It was like the leotard gently rested against her, instead of digging in and remaining nice and tight once she had gotten it on. It was a brutal reminder of her lack of curvature, but at least she didn't have to worry about any sorts of pain. She just had to breathe naturally, and hope that she wouldn't-

"Hhaaaaaahhh!" Richard cried out, because the leotard that he had chosen to wear decided to snap onto his body as quickly and as forcibly as it possibly could. Clinging and squeezing onto his young form, giving his youthful bulge a rather cute outline as he struggled to try and handle the sensations running through him.

"Young MastER-" Mirelle wanted to try and help him, but she couldn't exactly do anything to help once her leotard went through the exact same process. It tightened so hard that it became very difficult to do anything except tremble and fall onto her knees, gasping and panting as if she was being clamped down onto.

Both of them cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as their bodies started to shift more and more. Slowly but surely maturing in every sense of the word. Their hips pushing out, their chest inflating and filling out the top of their leotard, while their legs were being covered in a thick fishnet that quickly dug into their thighs. All while their hair grew longer, and everything seemed to get smaller...

And as if that growth wasn't bad enough, a brand new heat started to burn within them. A heat that helped them grow more and more. Until the leotard was flossing between their asscheeks. Until their lips turned nice and plump as they gained the same sort of glossy color as their leotards. As their breasts became so large that the leotards were now getting a little too small, to the point where their nipples were just about to slip right out of it...

Combine their brand new appeal with how curly their hair became and how it reached all the way down to their hips, as well as the matching set of bunny ears that poke out from their hair, and they definitely looked like they were ready to strut their stuff for a bit of cash. Even if neither of them were actually ready, and neither of them could even come close to anticipating what it would be like.

"H-Hhaaah..." Mirelle muttered as she slowly but surely got back onto her feet, only to trip as soon as she realized that she was wearing extra tall heels. And trip she did, right into the bosom of her Young Master. All while her eyes spun, this entire experience drove her proverbially mad with the new heat inside her...

Richard, on the other hand, was able to keep a better grip on his brand new self. Sure, it felt like her nethers were burning, but the fact that she was now a bunny girl like all the other ones in the casino... Well, it meant that she could make all of the money that she needed. And sure, she didn't know if they could change back, but that was something that she just had to worry about later.

"You're really cute when you're clumsy like this, you know?" Richard giggled as she slowly brushed her hand through Mirelle's hair. It was so fluffy and curly that she could almost keep stroking it for hours. So much so that she almost forgot that she had something important to do... Something...

Mirelle blushed as she felt all sorts of fun shocks rushing through her thanks to the hand running through her hair. "Y-Young Master, w-we have to hurry. I-I don't know what these leotards can do besides what they've already done to us, and I-I'd like to avoid finding out." She muttered repeatedly, her stuttering making it difficult for her to maintain any sort of dignity.

Ah. Right, yes, that was what they had to do. Richard giggled a little more as she helped her dear maid onto her feet, carefully using her as supports to make sure that she was using her heels correctly, before they stood up together with their breasts pushing against each other.

And though she could see the blush growing on Mirelle's face, she was right. They had work to do...

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"Sorry, boys. Looks like Rikki wins again!"

The sound of several grown men groaning in response to their lack of luck echoed around Richard, or Rikki as she called herself in this state, all while she carefully scooped up the impressive set of cards that she had managed to play. Four of a kind, draining their pockets in a matter of moments. In fact, she might be performing a little too well, considering the way that most of the patrons started to leave.

"Rikki." Mirelle muttered as she passed by, gently elbowing the dealer. While at the same time trying not to stand out too much, as she didn't want anybody to recognize her. She had been to this casino quite a few times, mostly on business related trips, and she had grown rather known for her... Reckless way of gambling. Which was yet another reason why she didn't want to be here.

Rikki looked over her shoulder and just smiled at the silver-clad bunny. "Why don't you join us, Mimi? I'm sure that our guests'll have fun trying to beat two of us if it means they'll get double the prize." She chimed, as she gently patted a seat. Especially since there was one more patron still remaining at the table.

'Mimi' didn't look too confident. But considering the amount of chips on the table, and the amount that the patron still had at his disposal, maybe... Yeah, it would probably be fine to play just one game. "Alright. But he has to go all in." She grinned a little. Trying to act playful. Trying to act like she could lure him in and sucker him out of every coin he still had on him.

The patron smiled a little as he pushed every chip in his collection towards the middle. "For two ladies such as you? I'm more than willing to bet it all." That smile twisted into a grin as he tapped the table. "Now hand over the cards, let's see if I've got what it takes to take you both down."

Rikki grinned a little herself. She had gotten progressively better at shuffling her cards over the course of the night, to the point where you could barely tell that she was actually stacking the top. A little shuffle was all that it took to stack it just right, then she could deal out the perfect set of hands. Ones that would give her every right card, and then leave him high and dry...

"Well? Would you like to shuffle anything away?" She chimed after letting the patron examine his cards. All while grinning a little towards Mimi. She was doing a real good job at all of this, at least that's what she thought. And she knew that she wanted a little praise. Because she was still childish in that sense.

Mimi shook her head, before she noticed a glint in the patron's eye. What was he planning..? There's no way that he could beat them. She had four of a kind with 9s, and one of the aces. The only thing that could possibly beat her hand would be a straight flush, and even then...

"I think this is more than fine for me. What about you two? How about you show me what you've got?" The patron sounded confident, all while carefully shuffling his hand.

Before Mimi had a chance to warn Rikki about the strange feeling inside her, the golden-clad bunny had already let her cards flip onto the table. "Straight Flush. Two to Six of Hearts." She grinned. There's no way that he was going to win. Not when she had blocked off the chance for him to pull a similar hand by giving Mimi all the 9s. The only way was by pulling a royal straight, and even that wasn't easy considering she had plucked an ace and stuffed it into Mimi's hand.

Mimi didn't even get to flip her cards before the patron did. Showing that he had managed to pull the astronomically unlikely combination. All with a great big grin on his face. The royal straight flush, which earned him all the pot...

And something more, as both bunnies trembled and their eyes started to glow. Neither of them were aware of what happened when a patron managed to win so handsomely, but the way that their bodies heated up as they looked at him... Mmmph, maybe it didn't matter that they didn't know. Maybe it was just fine to have their arousal rising in this way.

"I'm glad that the old policy's still in effect." The patron grinned, as he let a couple of old cards pour out of his sleeves. He had done this trick before, and it never failed. "Guess I'll have to pay the big man a little extra once I'm done using you two. Don't you think that's fair, for what you'll be doing?"

Rikki and Mimi nodded and giggled, their eyes filled with Gold and Silver respectively. There was nothing in their minds besides making sure that their Master got everything that he wanted. Nothing about making enough cash to buy a good gaming console, or keeping her young charge safe, remained inside their heads.

Both obediently followed the older man into the back rooms, that were specifically set up for whenever a patron managed to win enough that they had earned some special treatment, or even managed to pull the mythical Royal Straight Flush. Because the rest of the casino needed to operate properly while they were getting their reward.

And while neither Rikki nor Mimi properly knew what they were supposed to do, their bunny bodies understood. As they both got down on their knees, and pulled on their leotards to expose their breasts to the man that had won them fair and square.

It was time to serve him. And once they managed to snap back to reality and realize what Rikki had earned, her stay as a bun would become an extended one.

To ensure she could pay for the consequences of her actions…