Idea by XP-Tan for a boy-to-easter bunny transformation. unfortunately I forgot the pregnant part! Might have to do a second one.

One of the benefits of working from home was earning a little money on the side over the Easter period, so long as Bill's manager didn't drop a surprise video call on him. It was his first time working as an Easter bunny boy, and he and his wife prepared carefully in advance, converting his study into a quiet, calm den for him to lay, stocked with blankets, a heated pad, and lube.

Lots and lots of lube.

The GenMod injection arrived. The next day, he was itching all over and cramping, as the new egg-laying equipment grew in. His breasts swelled, his resequenced cells turning his fat into vast quantities of creamy milk in preparation. Lymph nodes were repurposed to pump out bodily fluids gene-spliced with strawberry and vanilla. His wife monitored his blood glucose levels three times a day - anything less than caramel was considered concerning.

He laid his first egg on Ash Wednesday. "Is that... a hazelnut swirl?” his wife said, lifting it carefully like a newborn.

They sold it online for $300. People paid extra for the virginal eggs.

After that, he was busy laying three eggs a day. His form contracted as each one sapped more of his mass, his musculature converted to rich cocoa mass.

By Good Friday, little remained of her husband - most of him packed and sold at the artisanal markets. He had foregone the heat pad in favor of crawling into her lap whenever he felt another egg on its way. She gave him a second injection to eke out the last amount of production.

"Thank God that's over," he gasped on Easter Monday. He patted his aching stomach. His body felt drained and empty.

"I think my mother would love this one," his wife smiled, wrapping the last egg - a dark honey and praline. She patted his head proudly. "Oh, there's barely anything left of you. We need to start fattening you up for next year."