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Five Years Paradise' stars Roy (now Remi) who chooses to undergo a mysterious five-year "special program" in lieu of serving a 23-year prison sentence. In chapter 2 Remi must accept the fact she's become a soft and beautiful rabbit girl. How will she deal with a world of lacy lingerie and strange, feminine sensations? (Series will contain MTF anthro bunny shenanigans, severe hormones, heat cycles, breeding, and pregnancy)


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Five Years in Paradise: Chapter 2

Roy sat trembling upon her bed, legs pulled up as she tried to ignore the reality of her new, supple form.  Even with her eyes closed, she couldn’t hide from how different her body was.  She felt the weight of her chest, the soft cushioning of her ass, the fuzzy warmth of her fur, and the peculiar tingling between her legs where her manhood once hung.

“How did this happen?”  She whispered, wincing at the soft, song-like quality of her voice.  Did she miss something in the fine print?  No, that wasn’t it.  She simply didn’t consider the information she’d been provided.  They assured her she wouldn’t be crippled, made unhealthy, etcetera, and technically, she was now an extremely healthy young rabbit woman.  No one promised she’d get to retain her manhood.

There was a brief knock on the door before the brief sounding of a beep as a keycard was used.  The door pushed open as a woman stepped into the room.  “Remi?  How are you feeling?

Roy winced and lifted her head, looking toward the door.  “That’s not my name, I--,” she paused upon seeing the woman here to greet her.  She was perfectly shaped with orange fur covering her body, along with slightly darker orange stripes in various places.  She had long hair, emerald eyes, and feline features.  These included a long, orange tail and pointed ears atop her head.

“Well, we certainly can’t call you Roy.  That’s not an appropriate name for a cute bunny girl, now is it?”  The woman laughed softly, walking toward the confused rabbit.  “You won’t put up a fuss over it, will you?”

“I--,” Remi flashed an angry look toward the woman and was about to retort in anger when a strange tingling moved through her spine.  Her heart rate picked up as a slight pang of fear swelled within her.  Why was she hesitant to talk back?  For some reason, it was impossible to see this woman as her equal.  Rather, the cat girl was above her-- someone in an authoritative position.  It wasn’t that she feared some form of severe punishment, but that she felt it would be best to obey her on a primal level.  “I-- I won’t…”  She murmured before wincing and feeling frustrated.

“That’s good to hear.  I’m Emilia, by the way,” the woman said softly before approaching the bunny and sitting on the bed next to her.  “I’m sure you’re confused and scared, Remi.  But, believe me when I tell you that you won’t be harmed.  Just as promised, you’ll have access to first class amenities and have plenty of opportunities to unwind and enjoy yourself.  Being female won’t prevent you from living your life to the fullest, I assure you,” she insisted.

That was a silver lining at least, right?  She grasped her wrist tightly and tried to ignore the strange, alien sensations permeating her supple, womanly body’s every cell.  Why a girl, though?  Why a bunny?  Surely they wouldn’t have made her into a pristinely beautiful rabbit girl if they didn’t expect her to use her femininity in some way.  “Why…  Why a girl?  Why a bunny?”  She asked weakly, looking at Emilia pleadingly. 

Emilia placed two fingers on her chin and considered the question.  “First off, you will not be forced into sexual acts against your will,” she started. “With that said, cute women are far more profitable than men.  Rather than levying higher taxes to pay for genetic modification research, criminals can be used as test subjects without hopping through legal hurdles, and cute animal girls like you are wonderful for attracting investors.”

Remi processed Emilia’s every word.  She hated to admit it, but she made sense if all that was true.  Funding research by using criminals as free test subjects and as a means to attract investors…  What did she mean by not being required to perform sexual acts?  Did that mean she’d be expected to act feminine in other ways?  “Umm-- what about--,”

“Enough questions for now, dear.  Once we get you dressed, we’ll get you over to orientation where more will be explained.  We have thirty minutes before the other handlers arrive there with new girls like you,” Emilia insisted as she stood and walked toward the closet in the corner.  “Stand up, dear.  No blanket, no hiding.  You don’t have anything I haven’t seen and now isn’t the time for modesty.”

Remi’s cheeks flushed.  She wanted to protest, but instead bit her lip and shifted sheepishly before reluctantly standing to her feet.  Her heart raced as she let the blanket fall to the floor and held an arm over her chest, feeling deeply ashamed and completely exposed.  She didn’t want anyone to see her like this-- to look at her vulnerable, nude form and only see her as some cute bunny girl.

Over the next couple of minutes, Emilia rifled through the closet before coming out with various pieces of clothing, beckoning for Remi to approach.

The bunny girl was placed in front of the full-length mirror while Emilia smiled warmly.  “Arms up, sweetheart.”

‘No-- I can’t…  I don’t want to dress like a girl,’ she internally lamented while ultimately obeying and raising her arms, her eyes drifting toward the feminine undergarments her handler was reaching for.  Her heart sank when Emilia lifted a frilly and sexy red bra before stepping behind her.

The bra was quickly slipped toward the front of Remi and pulled back, trapping her perking breasts within the cups.  “E-- Eeep!”  Remi girlishly squealed as her sensitive nipples throbbed and hardened.  She merely trembled and tried not to cry as the cat woman fastened the bra and reached forward to adjust her breasts.  A strange, warm tingle permeated her loins and she desperately wanted to pull away and stop this stranger from fondling a pair of tits she didn’t even want.

“There we go,” Emilia chimed.  “Perfect fit-- perfect match for your eye color as well; you’re just so damned beautiful,” she sighed, giving the rabbit girl a quick lookover before grabbing a paif of lacy red panties and holding them out.

Remi stared like a deer in headlights at the panties held before her.  The warm, dampness between her legs was already hard to ignore and wearing panties would only make it twenty times worse.  She desperately wanted to pretend she hadn’t lost her manhood.  “But, I--,”

“If you don’t put them on yourself, I’ll have to put them on you.  I’m sure you’d rather have a little agency, right?”

Remi held her words and looked at the undies with a look of desperation.  Just like before, she found herself unable to disobey.  She took the panties and thend them before her eyes, noticng how sott and feminine they truly were.

“Leg up-- get them on.  I’m sure I don’t need to explain how you wear panties,” Emilia insisted.

Remi sniffed weakly, trying not to cry as she knelt down slightly.  The weight of her breasts was still bizarre, but she had to admit it was almost nice having them properly confined and not freely flopping.  ‘I-- I have to do this…  I don’t want to-- ugh…  Why is this happening to me?’ Remi’s mind raced as she slipped a leg into one of the holes and then the other.  While gritting her teeth, she pulled them up and held her breath as they approached her crotch.  When the fabric pulled taut against her sex, she gasped and felt a slight shock ripple through her loins, her clit aching ever so slightly as the tight fabric made her feel every inch of her new anatomy in great detail.

While trying not to freak out, she struggled while pulling the lacy unergarment over her shapely ass.  Upon snapping them into place, the fabric tightened against her womanhood a little more thoroughly, making her let out a small cry while a jolt of pleasure assailed her senses.

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“Feels nice, huh?”  Emilia teased with a sly smile.

“N-- No!”  Remi cried out in response, shaking her head.  Everything felt so warm, soft, and tingly now.  Her center of gravity and the weight of her breasts were completely alien; nothing felt remotely like it did before she became this.

“Look at yourself,” the cat woman insisted, placing her hands on Remi’s hips and positioning her toward the mirror.  “You’re drop dead gorgeous.  You should be happy you turned out so nicely; I’m almost jealous, to be honest.

“I don’t…”  Remi wanted to protest, but ultimately found herself unable.  She shifted her eyes upward and stared at her reflection.  All she could do was stare in disbelief, looking at the pristine, pure-white bunny girl in awe.  She had such long, shapely legs while remaining short and petite.  Her breasts were large, yet still perky, and she had wide hips that looked made for breeding.  The red bra and panties fit her perfectly, hugging the contours of her femininity and contrasting against her white fur.  Looking at herself caused a slight pang of arousal deep within her loins, her nipples hardening.  ‘How…  How can I be this living fetish doll?’ If the bunny girl wasn’t her, she’d consider her a ten out of ten and would likely go to bed with fantasies of getting to enjoy a night with her.

“I know that look well.  There’s no shame in finding your new self attractive; turning into something you desire is a great blessing.  You’ll have unlimited access to the dream girl in the mirror and can play dress-up with her whenever you want,” Emilia giggled.  “We don’t have much time, though.  Let’s get you fully dressed and ready for orientation.”

“Y-- Yes, I understand,” Remi stammered in response.  How was she supposed to react?  What was she supposed to do?

Remi walked behind Emilia, following her down a shaded walkway.  Buildings sat to her right while a grassy, well manicured courtyard was to her left.  “Ugh…”  She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, feeling a deep sense of shame.  A simple white gown garbed her feminine frame, her tail sticking out from a special hole sewn into the backside.

“Relax!  You look great and you’ll be with other cute girls, so there’s nothing for you to worry about,” Emilia assured her-- or, at least she attempted to.

Remi didn’t particularly feel better after hearing that.  She forced a weak smile and nodded.  “Yeah-- okay,” she squeaked out in response, trying to keep it together.

Before long, they passed another building and turned into a large, gorgeous garden with a fountain, benches, and various types of flora neatly aligned.

They walked past the fountain and into the gardens where they quickly came upon a small ampitheater with a stage in the center.  Remi hesitantly stepped forward and glanced around, seeing the others had already arrived.  Four other animal girls like her, all wearing the same white gown, and all looking hesitant and unsure. 

  On the left side, there were two girls that appeared to have vulpine characteristics.  One a little taller and curvier, with fur and markings much like a typical red fox, but with the orange parts being a vibrant,ruddy orange-red.  She also had amber eyes with long hair that matched her fur. The red fox held her wrist tightly, keeping her eyes toward the ground.  The other fox girl was more petite in build, with lower C cup breasts and broad hips.  Her fur was snow white with silvery-gray accents, her hair wavy and shoulder length, and her eyes a pale, icy blue.  Unlike the fox next to her, she fidgeted and looked around at the others nervously.

On the right, Remi quickly noticed a stunning woman with feline features and jet black fur.  She couldn’t tell if she was a black cat or a black panther, but she had deep emerald eyes and long hair pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs framing her face.  She stood with her arms crossed, her face seemingly stalwart while she anxiously tapped her foot.

Finally, there was another rabbit like Remi.  This one had soft, chestnut brown fur, and was easily the shortest of the bunch, likely a few inches under five feet at best.  Despite her diminutive size, she had very large breasts and wide hips with a thick ass and thighs.  Her eyes were a pale hazel, with hair pulled into fluffy twintails at the sides of her head, and with cute bangs that swept in front of her forehead.  She appeared withdrawn as she briefly glanced toward Remi, let out a surprised squeak, and promptly averted her eyes.

A handler who appeared to be in charge of both foxes approached the small stage in the center and smiled brightly while sweeping her wavy, sandy blond hair from her face.  “It seems all five of our new girls are here!  Let’s get started, shall we?  By the end of the day, you’ll be living in your new homes for the next five years and will have a better understanding of what’s in store.”

Remi swallowed as she took a seat and clenched her knees tightly.  Whatever the future held, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.