"P-- Please... I don't want to get pregnant..." Nora begged, her naked, white fur-covered body trembling. She sat against the bed headboard in her new master's room, legs spread. Fluffy, white rabbit ears sat atop her head while sandy-blond hair brushed against her shoulders. With each labored breath, her perky, D-cup tits bounced.

A couple of days prior, she had been a man named Norman. How was she supposed to know she picked the Easter Bunny's territory for rabbit hunting? Needless to say, the Easter Bunny wasn't happy.

At the time, she begged and pleaded as his magic coursed through her body, transforming her into a supple, voluptuous woman with a silky fur coat. It was to no avail; she shrunk by the second while her muscles melted away, leaving soft, dainty limbs in their wake. She felt her spine contort, her hips pushing outward as her prostate expanded into her new womb. At the same time, her waist pulled inward while her breasts throbbed and filled like milky, warm water balloons. All she could do was watch in horror and grasp her diminished manhood as her cock disappeared into the cleft of her new sex. Before long, her testicles ascended, and new, foreign orifices opened within the warm, pink folds of her vulva.

In the present, Nora found herself unable to disobey the will of the masculine, white rabbit man before her. His massive cock gave off a musk that aroused her to the very core.

The Easter Bunny just laughed at Nora's pleas. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. Just close your legs and ask me to leave," he said innocently, gripping the base of his cock.

All Nora could do was stare, her legs spread as an open invitation. Her brain screamed for her to fight harder, but it was impossible when her new bunny instincts kicked in this hard.

'Fertile male. Must breed. Produce offspring. Orgasmic pleasure.'

"Please don't--" she stammered before stopping herself. "Please don't leave... Help me..." Nora begged as her pussy writhed and oozed warm, viscous fluid onto the sheets.

"With pleasure," the Easter Bunny replied, stepping forward to claim his prize. If he were to retire one day, he would need an heir— or, perhaps, a few dozen. Nora's new body was certainly up for the task.