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Title: The Bunny Breach (Part 4) Author: Cupertino Abstract: The Mafia used a medallion to transform Roberto into a blonde bombshell named Bri. They forced him into a black satin Playboy Bunny costume and with the help of an insider, they placed him in a penthouse to hack an air-gapped computer database of the most fiendish criminal of the under world. "Psst," said a purple satin Playboy Bunny, leaning over a waist high half door that blocked the entrance to a cloakroom adjacent the penthouse entrance. Her Bunny ears and her brown haired beehive bouffant extended her planked position, as she teeter tottered over the door to wave around the corner of the doorframe and draw in some needed attention. Hidden behind the wall, her heels had to being kicking off the floor and maybe flailing as wildly as her hands. Looking around the empty lounge, Roberto gawked back, his eyes locked on the woman?s breasts, pushed up and served on a Bunny bodice tray now tipping over, begging to spill out, especially given her horizontal pose. He naively pointed at himself, accidentally poking the softness of one of his own pushed up breasts. His unfamiliarity with his new body?s spatial boundaries, especially the extra ?volume? up front, became cringe worthy. He tried to smile. He never smiled much as a man. As a woman, he thought it would help him blend in. After all, women always seemed more congenial than men, more affable, except for Bunny Debs, who had just slapped him. Lacking practical experience, his clueless grinning contorted his pretty Bunny Bri visage into more of a clumsy grimace. ?Me?? he squeaked in a voice so airheaded that his black satin Bunny ears on top of his head felt more like a dunce cap. He abhorred the sound of his ditsy voice. But he was Bri and Bri was him -- for now -- maybe forever. He swallowed air at that last notion. Hopeless and probably doomed, he focused on his high-heeled stance and stepped off the lounge area?s shag rug and onto the foyer?s hard marble tiles. He raised his energy to match the waving Bunny. He hoped to present a smiling black satin Bunny Bri eagerly click clacking her high heels all female-like towards the foyer. He feared Bunny Debs catching him looking unfeminine and abruptly sending him back to the Boss as a failure. The quick trotting steps, controlled by Roberto from inside his biological girlish prison, produced a hefty fast jiggle on his chest. The hard floor lacked the softer heel impact of the shag carpet. Since the crushing costume swaddled his body except right on top, the satin perimeter seemed to entice his boobs to bounce up and down like a bass speaker?s cone playing music turned up to full volume. The Bunny bust bounce had to be by design. He ignored the fleshy recoil, assuming that women would be accustomed to it. He thought how the sexual undulating plump movement would surely be nothing new to broads like Bri. Odds were good that they wouldn?t blatantly stare down in complete utter fascination like his petulant id desired at that moment. He daydreamed about standing in place and bouncing about while ogling himself. With that last desire stuck in his mind, he now wished for a full length mirror, like the mirrored wall in the janitor?s closet ? the one Sam and other magically transformed thieving Bunnies found themselves helplessly masturbating their minds away in front of. After all, what choice did they have? Hiding alone in a closet putting them in view of a hot babe in a chauvinistic costume, a reflection of their medallion bombshell body, any guy would take advantage of the intimate control over a woman in a mirror and fondle himself from the excitement of watching a porno of his own making. The poor bastards probably didn?t realize how much their porno fantasy became their own snuff film. Debs had to have known what she did to those schmucks. She had to have set them up, but why? Roberto?s Bunny Bri heels clicked clacked closer to the waving Bunny. For him, resisting a good gawking at his chest became difficult, but he managed to keep his cleavage in his lower periphery vision, meaning that he kept his eyes up, looking forward. ?Eyes at a level,? he muttered under his breath. ?Eyes up.? He was proud of himself for resisting the lustful gravity urging a glance at the show just below his chin. Also gawking at the waving Bunny?s boobs helped. He locked on like a missile. As the purple Playboy Bunny see-sawed over the Dutch door and almost dropped forward, head first. Her heels kicked her rear and slapped her cottontail as her legs thrashed about. Seeing Bunny Bri finally respond, she calmed down and grabbed the doorframe, barely avoiding a nosedive into the glossy marble floor. More stiletto riveting trots continued to jiggle Roberto?s chest as he hurried closer to assist the floundering Bunny. He prayed the silly gal wouldn?t ask for anything that only a woman would know. Whatever women conversed about, he wasn?t certain. This would be his first Bunny-to-Bunny conversation, woman-to-woman. Bunny Debs didn?t count. She knew he was a magically transformed guy. This Bunny though would be a co-worker, possibly eager to gossip. He clasped the teetering woman?s out reached hand. It felt so soft. She smelled like flowers. She smiled like heaven, her eyes wide and happy. Life had blessed her with beauty and she rode its roller coaster ride screaming with her arms fully raised to feel the rushing air. It?s possible Roberto romanticized the last details, because only a dingbat would throw herself hallway over a counter and thrash about like a fish out of water. But life seemed to be fun for her. Countering the wild acrobatics, he now found himself staring at her butt and Bunny tail bent over the door. Maybe Yaps and his leers hadn?t been so creepy after all. Roberto couldn?t help it either. ?Were you talking to me?? Roberto said, already knowing the answer since the penthouse lounge echoed like an empty tomb. No other Bunnies or any one at all stood within gunshot of the front door. ?Ya, of course, you, Bunny Bri,? said little miss purple, shaking her head yes with a happy excitement. Her cottontail wiggled, as her waist scooted back over a tiny counter on top the door. She tipped back up to a normal stance inside the closet, feet solidly hitting the ground. Her tender hand slipped free. With her fingers grabbing the door?s edge, a sharp white knuckle tug pulled her head, shoulders, Bunny ears, boobs and bowtie all back into view. Her eyes narrowed with a mischievous smile. She curled an index finger motioning a slow come- hither gesture to the sexy blonde Bunny Bri she saw. Roberto slowly and cautiously minced his tiny feet forward. Anxiety rose from the pit of his stomach, tensing his heart and lungs and breathing. He felt like gunpowder poured into a satin corset pipe bomb with an open end on top left uncapped. The way the bodice squeezed him with the strength of a bullet proof Kevlar vest, an anxiety driven detonation would surely shoot him out like a shotgun blast. Boobs and blonde hair would just squirt up leaving a standing leftover pair of long sultry legs bridge with a bathing suit, all about to topple over. Smoke would pour out from the bodice like a chimney. The edges might be scorched, but the rest of the cursed Kevlar satin would survive intact. The purple Bunny said in a warm welcome, ?I see you are the greeter for this afternoon?s soiree. Mmm. Black satin looks good on you. I?ve seen you around. Last month, weren?t you pink? No red. Wait. Green! No. Yes, red. I guess we?ve been on different shifts. I didn?t mean to avoid you all this time. I?m not antisocial.? Her eyes looked him up and down. ?Black becomes you.? She shrugged with a sigh. ?It?d look better on me, of course.? The purple Bunny?s cinched waist pressed against the narrow wood countertop mounted on the half door. It hid her nametag. Roberto gave up searching for it or for any other clues about the woman. He needed to act normal and that took effort. He just smiled. Then he worried that maybe Bri knew this girl and acting clueless would give him away. A trivial remark like, ?I?ve seen you around too? could make things seem more real, except if it proved to be a blatant lie. More immediately, he realized he wasn?t saying anything at all. Just grinning awkwardly in total silence ? which could also easily give him away. There was no way to win here. A feeling of relief hit him when the chestnut hairdo-ed Bunny finally introduced herself, hand extended to shake. ?I?m Bunny Tuppence,? she said. She grabbed Roberto?s hand and reeled in his sexy figure to give Bunny Bri?s face a peck on the cheek. ?I know who you are,? she said in a hushed tone by his ear. He felt another peck on the other side of Bri?s face. A very European- like greeting, he thought. The actions distracted him from realizing what had been whispered. With each peck on the cheek, he preoccupied himself with the notion that he could distance himself. He imagined that Bri experienced all this, not him. He wanted his male body to still exist, asleep somewhere as his mind controlled a virtual reality. With distance, he could still consider himself a man, despite the sensations of a bosom, intruding dildo, stockings and all. Then what Tuppence had just said began to sink in. The attempted mental bubble popped to the present womanly body standing in black patent leather closed toe pumps looking at a brown haired girl who just murmured something that terrified him. His alternate reality didn?t hold. His truth meant no one but him occupied his newly formed blonde head. ?What?? his lips spurted out. His heart skipped a beat. ?Me?? She opened the half door inwards and quickly jerked him inside the cloakroom. She closed the bottom door, then closed its missing top half. Both sections locked into place with heavy brass sliding bolts. She pressed her shoulder against the egress as she eyed her quarry. No one was allowed to leave. Giving her lower lip a pinch with her perfect upper teeth, she seemed to be scheming with a look that would make any normally guy think his life long fantasy had come true. But Roberto wasn?t a guy anymore. He was a Bunny on a spy mission. Frantic, he found himself in a roomy closet bigger than most bedrooms. Several racks of empty hangers awaited winter coats. Windowless walls closed in. He stepped backwards, step after step until his cottontail and bare shoulders hit some wood paneling inspired by a 1970?s basement family room. His ears battered some loose hangers overhead. Their brass metal tubing clamored like musical triangles. He was trapped. He hated himself for letting fear push him literally into a corner. Normally, he?d be more in control of himself. Now, hangers were falling around him. Some looped his wrists. Others caught his Bunny ears. A nod to the floor freed the ones hooked on his head. He threw off the ones hula hooping his hands. Tuppence enjoyed the show. ?Now I really know you aren?t you.? More worried than ever, Roberto forced in a gasp of air. He glanced down. His cleavage was rising and falling so fast. His eyes switched to the tall alabaster skinned Bunny beaming back at him. Scared and confined, he readied himself to hear the blackmail, the extortion, or maybe this was it, a bullet to the head. He wondered if the purple Bunny had a gun hidden down her cleavage. Maybe a tiny two-shooter Dillinger? She had double D?s. It could fit. Maybe she armed herself more covertly with a long stiletto poisoned needle hidden in her piled- up hair. A compact automatic gun, a Minnie-Me Uzi, could hide in the huge volume of trusses forming a beehive dammed up behind her Bunny ears. Whichever weapon the gal might have concealed didn?t matter. Roberto couldn?t move. Deer lost in headlights had more of a chance than him. His useless sexpot body froze in a panic. ?Don?t worry,? said Tuppence. ?I won?t tell. I don?t really care what you and Bunny Debs are up to. Also, we have an hour, plus Greenburg?s guests are always late. That leaves even more time to ourselves.? She jumped up and down clapping her hands like a child. Roberto?s male mind thought about her boobs again. Adding to her excited clapping, she exclaimed, ?So. So. Sooooo?? Each jump brought her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his bare feminized shoulders, clasping her hands at the nape of his neck. Her joyous yelps switched to a more seductive purr. ?I have a price for my silence. And I think you?ll like it.? Her face tipped down to Roberto?s lips. She kissed. Her fingers held his Bri-blondie head as her tongue pushed into his small mouth. He didn?t resist. His whole life carried a dream of being stuck in a closet with a tall beauty, making out ? of course, being a man when it happened. His sudden womanhood hadn?t been a part of his bucket list fantasies. In fact, their opposing bosoms squeezing together unsettled him. Her taller stature sent her satin encased breasts sliding on top his, like tectonic plates of the world pushing up Mount Everest. Her lips slid up leaving a wet trail as she kissed his nose and his forehead. Her hands rummaged through his hairdo, probably ruining the styling, but he didn?t care. The exposed tops of her soft pillows pressed in, smothering his face. If this was how she planned to kill him, bravo. She could do anything she wanted and he wouldn?t protest. She titled his face up, saving him from suffocation. A French kiss followed. Her hands firmly pulled in, locking their mouths together. As her tongue searched each molar like a TSA agent, Roberto?s hands hung to his sides afraid to engage and grope, which they so badly wanted to do. His tongue begged to reciprocate the exploration. His body wanted to press her down to the floor and undo her costume, maybe flip back the bra cups and nibble over her exposed nipples. A few more seconds passed of unrestrained kisses; all from her side, before he raised his Bunny cuffed hands, stalled them at shoulder height, and wondered what to do. Hold her? Push her away? Pretend not to have liked it? Enjoy it? So many silly questions flew by. If he had still been a guy, there would be no growing cluster fuck of doubts. There would be action and Tuppence would be moaning in pleasure -- at least his inner id confidently stipulated her moaning as an inevitable truth. A throb between his legs deep inside his body pulsed. Completely internal, the sensation lacked any firm male activation that would expand, tenting his ? his ? glancing down with wide Bri eyes, he remembered he had no pants. Instead he wore shear pantyhose and heels and a blasted strapless bathing suit with corset boning. He had nothing down below that could tent anything. He so wanted to fuck this girl, Tuppence, but he lacked the equipment. Another realization struck Roberto: didn?t all this seem too easy? Was she genuinely lesbian kissing him at that moment? His mind searched the many scattered Bri thoughts transferred over by the medallion. With each stroke of the tongue in his mouth, he swiped through vague images. Nothing focused. The medallion memories only tantalized, showing some flashes of breasts and blurs of faces, denying clear access to the past. He mentally sought anything about a Tuppence and other Bunnies. He didn?t want to be taken advantage of by a con artist likes Debs. Or was Tuppence just a simple girl in a Bunny outfit? Did Bri have affairs with other Bunnies? Maybe sapphic rumors got around because of Sam and the other guys sent earlier as Bri Bunnies who accidentally revealed their pent-up male desires. They probably promoted a lesbian front without intending to. Now lesbians lined up for some sexual exploits. Maybe Sam and the other two, the pink and the green Bunnies, had their minds melted into bimbo idiots not because of masturbation in front of a mirror but because of all the girl-on-girl action they got. It seemed like a nice way to fade into oblivion. Remembering that Tuppence had just introduced herself like they had never met, Roberto still wondered if it she sported a false fa?ade. Though he loved her wet French kissing, he focused back on searching his mind some more. Nothing from the subconscious returned from the blank blonde abyss. Bri?s magically installed memories, plus Sam?s and others returned nothing. It worried him that he still didn?t know who the other two guys were. The pink and green versions of Playboy Bunny Bri offered nothing. The red Bunny had been Sam. No memories there either. The kissing continued. Now Roberto gently placed his hands on her hips. Tuppence reacted positively, pushing him hard against the wall. Her eyes squeezed shut as her passion to suck on his lips took over. Inside his head, contrary to the sexual hunger pressing against his face, he thought: maybe he wasn?t conjuring up the right search key. Maybe he had to give up one of his memories for one of Bri?s. He didn?t want to. He wanted to keep his mind intact. He knew he had a memory of his first blowjob in high school written over with a Bri porno movie blowjob. The joy and wonder of high school?s first time with whoever the girl was ? he was certain it was a girl ? now all erased forever and replaced with a memory he felt was his but logically couldn?t possibly be true, except for the real Bri. It happened to her. Bri had also given head to a guy in a hotel. What memory did that replace? She played the escort, not Roberto, despite now feeling like he had been there. He knew he hadn?t done a porn movie, but the memory felt so wrongly right. Tuppence broke the kiss and heaved their pelvises in tight. ?I?ll fix up our lipstick later. Is that why you?re hesitant? Relax and I?ll make you happy. But first, I need to alter you.? ?Have we met?? It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing that occurred to him. ?No. And to be honest, I don?t know what your real name is. I just know that you aren?t Bri. And I know the Boss left you here castrated. Poor little rabbit.? Her fingers twiddled a blonde twist of his long hair. ?Aw.? She kissed again. A tongue-stroke crossed his teeth. The tip tapped his tongue. This time, Roberto just went with it and held the woman in his slenderized arms. She stood taller, like Debs, and could probably take control easily enough, but Roberto took the lead and began to dominate the kiss, until Tuppence shoved them apart. ?That?s better,? she said. ?Getting some of that man inside of you back. Huh?? She reached into her cleavage and extracted something shiny and black. ?What?s that?? He hoped it wasn?t a tiny gun. Gun makers now offered so many tiny shooters for the women?s market. A flat slate stone polished smooth like a river rock sat in her palm. Perfect for skipping across water except for a crack that zigzagged down its middle where she pulled it apart and slid half of it away. The stone sheath revealed an ancient Chinese wagon wheel coin jammed inside. Only half remained. A fractured metal edge showed how it had been violently broken in half, leaving a semi circle around its former hollowed out square center. ?I have some ancient magic in this coin,? she said, ?but its shattered. This half only does one particular transformation now. I love it. It gives me a wonderful spell I can cast on men, men like you, who lost their dicks.? She held the stone, careful not to touch the metal. The Boss avoided contact the same way with his medallion by dangling it on a ribbon. Exaggerating her motions like a mime in Paris, she put a hand around Roberto?s neck to pull him in as she presented the exposed portion of the coin up towards the glare of the ceiling light. Her Price-Is- Right model moves kept Roberto?s eyes following it. He lost himself in wonder and fear. Then she suddenly, she swiped it down and tapped the sharp jagged edge to Roberto?s breasts. It scratched but didn?t break the skin. An electrical shock sparked at the base of his neck. ?Do you feel it?? she asked. ?What was that?? Roberto almost touched his breast before the shock almost made him reach for the back of his neck, but then a sharp ache in his groin forced his hands to recoil and protect his flat crotch. His groin throbbed and burned. He hunched over. His knees covered in shear pantyhose touched the floor. He feared snagging them, so he quickly tottered back onto his heels and haunches, hating himself for caring about stockings. He lost balance and kneeled again. ?Don?t worry. I brought extra tights for you, in case you or me get any runs in our stockings. Also, guys like you sometimes ejaculate into their pantyhose when I do this to them. Let me help.? She stood back, not really offering assistance. She just watched and waited. But for what? ?Ejaculate?? said Roberto, confused. ?Please, don?t. Not yet,? ordered Tuppence, stepping behind Roberto and then unzipping his black Bunny costume. ?I?m not offering. I mean I can?t jack off anymore. I mean look at me.? He felt his crotch expanding. ?Ah!? She steadied him from behind and pushed down on the zipper, peeling open his costume. ?Stop moving so much. Trust me. You?ll want to be undone here in second.? Pressure released against his crotch as the zipper dropped. The satin?s cruel hold ended. ?Stand up,? she said, lifting him off the floor by his upper arms. ?Girls can of course jack off and some squirt. Maybe it wouldn?t be called jacking off, I guess.? She pondered for several seconds as if a cure for cancer could be found in deciding the proper diction. Roberto moaned, feeling an increasing pain. ?Impossible!? he said. His balls began to return. The vibrator inside him began to extrude out, heading down the right leg of his hosiery. What grew and slid down other thigh, contained under the stretched pantyhose, shocked him even more. ?My dick? I have a dick?? He actually giggled. ?And something else,? said Tuppence. Her hands manipulated the dildo, rolling it under the nylons, goo-ing up the silky layers. She maneuvered it from the inside thigh to the front by working the shear layers netting it in. ?Bad girl. You stuffed yourself. At least now we know what happens when a dirty minded blonde like you has a dildo in the way of having a dick. I?m glad it didn?t kill you. I would have assumed it might have shoved up into your head.? She rolled it some more under the shear cloth. ?Mmmm. Did the intruder feel good in there? Inside? So deep? Did you enjoy pushing it in, confirming you were a real woman? Is that why you inserted it?? ?I didn?t have a choice. The Boss had it shoved in me.? ?But you liked it, huh?? She rolled the white plastic column against his thigh. The vibrator slimed and stained, descending down his leg a few inches, slowed under the tension of the pantyhose that prevented it from just falling down to his knee. Under the nylon of the other leg, Roberto clasped a healthy restored manhood. It took all of his attention. He was a real guy again ? in one very important aspect. In all other ways, he still looked like Bri. But to him, he was male again. His returning balls bulged on either side of the satin crotch of the undone bodice. He spurted out a question, ?But how?? With the bodice zipper undone, the satin bra cups supported by corset boning went limp and dropped forward like a drawbridge extending over his forearms as if they outlined a protective moat. The bodice blocked his view and frustrated him. He refused to let go of his dick, afraid it would go away. His erection hardened, struggling painfully against the taunt pantyhose. Elation filled his soul. ?Look!? ?Shh,? said Tuppence, pulling the satin bodice down his legs to the floor and getting her shocked co-worker to step his heels out over the corset. She reached up and touched his hands covering his manhood. ?Mmm, you?re turning out nicely. Perfect. You might be my best work yet. I think the coin likes it when both sides are turned on. I was turned on. You are a hottie. Clearly, I turned you on too. Didn?t I? Don?t be shy. I?m hot too, after all.? She reached over the waistband of his tights and pushed a hand down inside to remove the rigid dildo. A cable dangled to the floor. She unplugged it from the hefty vibrator. Giving the contraption a couple tosses up in the air, she checked its weight. ?This is heavy. How did you keep it up in there? Did you squeeze your womanly walls?? Roberto stood topless, his breasts feeling the cold coatroom air. Goosebumps covered his supple skin. His female nipples become as hard as his erection. His hands continued to press against the growing manliness held inside two layers of pantyhose. It didn?t stop growing at a maximum length he knew before. Despite Bri?s scattered thoughts in his head, he remembered his own original size and now what he held started to exceed that beyond his best hard-ons ever, even the male hormone driven ones from high school. The shaft pushed its way down his left thigh, desperate to escape its silk prison, aching at the bent base, hating him for not letting it spring free and erect. His blonde hair unraveled, sometimes blocking his view as he faced down to see and to comprehend the impossible. He withdrew his French cuffed hands away in amazement. Christmas morning couldn?t be better. ?I have a cock!? he said, pointing down with both hands. ?I?m me again,? he said with a girlish squeak of Bri?s silly voice. ?Some guys are show-ers and some are grow-ers. You are clearly both, Mr. Bunny Bri.? ?This is bigger.? He squinted his dark eye-showed eyes. ?Too big.? She shook her head no. ?Never too big.? ?This isn?t mine.? His face contorted in an expression that Bri?s squished cute little nose made to appear more comical than seriously concerned. With a peep of Bri?s voice, Roberto concluded, ?This is someone else?s dick.? ?Is that bad?? ?I don?t want ? well, wait. I?ll take it. But still ? it?s not mine. I?m used to ? different.? ?It?s the coin?s dicky. My coin. And now, let?s let it free.? She yanked both layers of pantyhose down, inverting them over his thighs. The erect shaft popped up. The ache at the base found relief and the third arm slowly moved like a massive cargo crane. It adjusted from an upward solute skewed to the left, regaining a more centered jousting position. Tuppence cackled with glee. ?Now that?s a tool.? She unzipped her costume. Her cottontail popped off, dropping to the floor. She walked back to a built-in counter top, and stripped her purple satin bodice off. Then she raised and scooted her rear up onto the counter, kicked her purple patent leather heels off, and stripped herself of the nylons restricting her from splaying her legs wide open. She ordered, ?Fuck me nice and hard.? Roberto saw her bare nipples. A piercing in the left one anchored a visual starting point to check her out. He eyed her down from the nipple ring, moving his desirous leer down her body to her long legs, bent at the knees so her bare heels rested on the counter, pressed against her perfect rounded rear. Down below his double-D breasts, his tiny female hands grasped his shaft. Both hands couldn?t cover its length. His body begged to lunge at her. He felt a weight to his dick he never felt before. It too begged him to penetrate, to push. ?You?ve never been that big. Have you? Don?t be shy.? Her eyes looked at a clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed straight up like a missile. The minute hand pointed up at two, matching Roberto?s angled hello. ?Hurry,? she insisted. ?We only have fifty minutes.? He leaned back, standing there, trying to comprehend his reattached member. He strained to look under his breasts to confirm it. He looked at Tuppence who wanted and waited for him. He needed sexual relief so badly. He stumbled forward, his pantyhose hobbled him at the knees. The inverted tops proved to be stronger than he thought such delicate gossamer material could be. Flexing his legs didn?t rip them. The waistband just rolled into a thicker tougher rope making the high heels even more awkward, but he didn?t have any desire to address anything other than hammering Tuppence to the wall. Besides, the extra shoe height helped to line up his petite Bri-body to the right level above the counter. He would have been too short to screw Tuppence otherwise. He leaned against the counter. His erection just above the edge, aimed at the target. ?Mmm,? said Tuppence, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, as she cooed with each touch of his mushroom tip pushing, sliding, and then finally entering. ?Oh!? Roberto began to thrust, using Bri?s Playboy Bunny pelvis that Darwin?s theory originally designed as a catcher not a thrower. The blonde now pushed inwards with a huge package of manhood under his control. In return, Tuppence opened her eyes and fondled his breasts and pinched his nipples. She grinned. ?You have all the best parts now. You?re perfect. Go faster.? ?Yes,? was all Roberto could emit from his lush red lips. He made his augmented Bri-body push in hard and slide out slow. ?Faster.? ?Ye?mm,? groaned Roberto, going in and out, feeling the never ending length of his erection. He wondered how he got so far inside the woman. Tuppence seemed endlessly deep with a tight fit, wet, smooth and sticky. His girth challenged her body and got a good friction in return. They moaned together, plunge after plunge. The pumping got faster. Sweat ran down their bodies as they both relished the building fervor that would demand a finale. Roberto couldn?t hold back anymore, he pushed in and held himself there. His body shivered. ?Don?t you dare withdraw,? she ordered. ?Just give it to me. Inject it all into me.? Her feet bashed against Roberto?s perfectly rounded female rear end. Her head banged against the wall behind her. Her legs wrapped him in close. The receiving Bunny?s hands grabbed the giving Bunny?s hips. Fingertips pressed into the skin, as the thrusting changed to violent shaking. The manhood pulsed, pumping more and more into Tuppence?s body. Who?s genes flowed into her, Roberto didn?t know nor cared. It felt good. He pressed his hands against the wood paneling behind the woman?s head. Their faces aimed at each other. Their mouths exhaled steamy air. Their eyes locked. They both gave a final huff and switched to cooling slower panting. They paused for a breathy recovery in the small dark void between their faces and Roberto?s arms framing their heads. His long blonde hair dangled down to the sides, further curtaining off the world. Their opposing breasts, that almost touched, became the floor of their tiny steamy shelter. An awkward post sex moment rapidly approached, ending their blissful short seconds. Tuppence shook herself free from the heat of the moment and pushed her Bunny accomplice away. ?Get off. Don?t look so clueless. We?ve got to clean up quick.? ?Um. I?m still a woman? Give me the rest of my body back.? ?I only do dicks, dude. Here?s some tissues. Wipe your self. Hurry. You?re about to drip onto your tights. Never mind. They?re probably stained with your pre-cum and the juices coating this baby. Just pull them up.? She held up the dildo and then aimed it between her legs. ?I need that,? protested Roberto. ?Me too.? It slid halfway inside her. ?It fills the emptiness wonderfully.? She pushed more. The very end slipped slowly inwards, until only a bright white button showed from between her nether lips. Her long purple fingernails, glittered in patterns of stars, danced dangerously around the button used to initiate electrical shocks. She couldn?t have known what it would do. Roberto almost yelled it out, but she pulled her fingers away to do something else. A tiny rubber slit next to the button protected the empty USB connector where the cable, now on the floor, had plugged in. He needed these things for the mission, but if he said so, she?d ask questions, lots of questions. She?d figure out that something was up. Roberto tried to look away, pretending it was nothing. He grabbed at his tights. A drip from his tip fell inside the pantyhose top. He would definitely need to change. A low buzz came from Tuppence. She had pressed the button. Roberto raised a hand in warning, but then realized the countdown beeping didn?t go off. He quickly withdrew his hand, hoping she didn?t notice his panic. The dildo didn?t seem to be arming itself. No electric shock threw Tuppence off the counter onto the floor. She just relaxed feeling the vibrator please her soul. Watching, he wished he could have experienced that sensation too. The computer never hummed away in his body. Half naked and with the computer out of reach inside another woman?s body, he didn?t know what to do. He had to hurry. There were too many female items to don and zip and arrange. Pulling some tissues from a box, he looked between his boobs at his deflating member. ?Mmmm,? said Tuppence, relaxing as if at a spa. He mulled over the dildo hidden inside her. He decided to downplay the need to get the phallic computer back. Maybe having no cable inserted made it act like a true vibrator. Maybe it was broken. He didn?t know how, but he would have to retrieve it later. Till then, he would pray she didn?t get electrocuted. That would raise issues if a Bunny suddenly dropped to the floor in agony. He imagined her screaming ?Bri! That cunt!? A manhunt would start ? or a woman hunt maybe? A cunt hunt? He didn?t know the right word. Looking down at his deflating erection, it wasn?t pulling in like he expected. It didn?t shrink. The cool air in the cloakroom didn?t turtle it. His shaft just seemed to relax. The dick rested like a hose losing pressure but not losing any length. He looked up, clueless. Tuppence laughed. ?You guys are all the same. Shocked and awed.? Sitting on the counter top, she finished stroking some tissues between her legs, and then reached into a cabinet drawer below her butt. Her hand shuffled about before finding two packages of different colored tights, nude and black, the two required layers for any Playboy Bunny. Pointing at his manhood, she said, ?Wrap that thing in tissues and pull up your hose to hold it in. In a minute, I?ll use my coin to take it back.? ?Take it back?? ?Yeah. I can?t transform anyone else unless I get it back. You can?t keep it anyway. And I?ll want sex tonight.? ?But, but. I have a dick now. Don?t take it away.? ?How do you plan to be all perfectly Bunny sexy with a big shwang like that? It ruins the whole Playboy look. Basically, it?s not exactly womanly to be well hung.? ?I can tape it flat. I?ll do you again tonight. Honest. You don?t have to change me back. Please.? ?Well, the magic does get stronger if I get more fucking in between transformations, but I don?t see how this will work with you needing to be a Bunny this afternoon. I can?t cover for you. You have to be here front and center. You?re greeting guests in a few minutes. You?ll just have to lose it. Sorry.? ?No. No. Wait.? His hands pushed out in protest. ?I can?t loose my dick again.? ?It?s obviously not yours. You know that.? ?Please.? Roberto hobbled over to the cabinet drawers under Tuppence?s rear end. With an apathetic shrug and a smile, she lifted her legs out of his way. He searched the drawers. ?Here?s some tape. Help me. Tape it down between my legs.? Clearly concluding this wouldn?t work, Tuppence said in a forced enthusiasm, ?Oh, wow. You found some tape. Skin color no less.? She stood, pulling up her first tights over her hips, snapping the waistband. She calmly stepped into her black shear top layer of nylon and pulled it up too. She threw out her old pairs. Meanwhile, Roberto struggled to start the tape. It was a good cloth medical tape, flexible with a strong adhesive glue. His head nodded as if powered by a caffeine hit from too much coffee. ?It?s perfect for me. Come on. Help, help, help, help,?? Tuppence stepped into her costume, adding a monotone disinterest, ?Ok. But if it doesn?t work here in a few minutes, we?ve got to get ready. Your make-up?s a mess. So?s mine. And my hair.? ?Hurry.? She zipped up in her costume?s back and coolly attached her tail. Then she kneeled as if ready to give a blowjob. ?Don?t get any ideas. We need you to be flaccid.? Roberto looked up to the ceiling. His pert little lips muttered a fast prayer. His dark eye-shadowed eyes squinted hard. He felt fingers push his new member up between his inner thighs. The horrible rip of tape jolted him. Fingers dabbled about the flesh. ?No sex,? he muttered. ?Baseball. Something ugly.? ?That?a boy,? said Tuppence. ?Talk yourself out of a great huge erection. Mmm. You were a monster.? ?You?re not helping.? He fought the urge to be turned on. Nothing worked until he thought about the Boss. The evil guy and his dark soul, plus his gluttonous body; it all turned Roberto off fast. It was a perfect anti-sexual image as Tuppence?s fingers and her dilly-dally movements teased and taunted. More tape pulled out. Tugging followed down the front, up between the thighs, and over to the rear. ?I don?t know,? said the purple Bunny. ?Your balls are pretty big. There?s still a bulge. The coin does good work though. I really liked how you used it. You were so good.? She stroked his legs, wanting to do it again. ?Push?em in,? begged Roberto. ?Ok. But -- it?s your body.? More tape squished in the balls. ?Ah!? reacted Roberto in an aching pain. ?Keep going. Push. It?s gotta work.? More taping followed. Layer after layer. ?Ok,? said Tuppence standing, the roll of tape used up completely to a cardboard core. She pulled up his hosiery. First the nude layer of nylon. The dark smoky tinted silk was second. Third came the black satin costume. She had Roberto step inside. Positioned behind him, she pulled it up his female thighs, over his wide hips and rear. She tugged the zipper again and again until it closed. The pressure against his balls from the crotch strap increased. She spun him around in place, and tied the laces above both hips. ?See! See?? said Roberto, appraising the flatness of his crotch. ?It fits. It works!? ?It?s not the same shape as before. There?s a bulge.? He tried to look over his prowess forced up and out by the corseting costume. It blocked his view. He turned and angled his hips and turned again, trying to see, then trying to feel his crotch. The balls ached. The nylons were wet on the thighs, probably stained from the extruded dildo and his manly rod?s excitement. He hunched over in a tender throbbing pain. The dick hated being bent so far back. The balls resented the compression. His male mind wanted to go erect again. Looking at Tuppence playing a sexy tease, blowing a kiss back at him, didn?t help. He wanted to do her a second and a third time. With the coin?s healthy endowment, he could probably go all night. ?Um, Bunny Bri,? said Tuppence in a regretful meek voice, ?your balls are showing on either side of the satin along with the tape. They?re nicely shaved balls, perfect for sucking, but still, I?m sorry. I?m taking the dick back.? ?No,? whispered Bri?s voice. Roberto held out both dainty hands to keep the purple Bunny away. ?Sorry,? said Tuppence. ?Don?t worry, we?ll fuck again tonight. Honest. I mean, you are my best work.? ?Then why undo it?? ?It?ll work again. For now though, it?s womanhood for you.? His hands waved about, resisting the broken coin from coming any closer. His groin hurt too much to make a run for it. Then he felt the zap on his fingertip. ?I can touch you anywhere, silly.? ?No, please,? said Roberto. ?I?m a man.? ?I know. You want to be a guy again. I get that. I feel bad. I mean, I can imagine ? kind of -- what it would be like. Well, not really.? ?Fine. Take it,? he sobbed. ?I already did.? She snapped the coin into its glossy stone sheath and shoved the talisman down her cleavage. Bent in a slight lurch, Roberto glared back in anger as the bulge between his legs ached too much to move. He felt nauseous actually, like he had been kicked in the groin. He couldn?t really do anything but stand there and suffer. He looked back, resenting everything. ?But what if I took it from you right now?? He lamented saying that. He wasn?t really angry at Tuppence. ?Sorry,? he added regretfully. ?Don?t get ideas. You can?t make this work. And I won?t tell you how. Plus, you?re the target. The patient needs an assistant for this to work. You can?t do it solo. Nope -- I?m the only one, silly rabbit.? Something tugged harsh. He grabbed at his crotch in agony. ?Oh god, the tape!? ?Did you really think we just happened to have a roll of tape in the drawers? I keep it there for you guys. You?re all the same. You all get militant when the dick has to go back into the box. But the pain your about to feel keeps you guys in line.? She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms, smug and in total control. She mocked a male voice, ?I?ll take that coin from you little lady.? With a laugh, she added, ?Yeah sure. If you can stand the tape ripping and popping over your most holy of holies.? ?Sorry. I got lost in the moment ? oh god!? ?Normally, I taunt the guy right now. They try to snatch at the coin or the curse me as they roll around in agony. But you?ve been nice to me ? and very sexy.? He dropped to his knees. ?Oh god, the tape!? ?Yeah. It hurts when the dick and balls go away, huh?? ?Shit!? ?Shhh. Someone might hear.? ?Shit,? whispered Roberto, quickly lowering his voice as his Bunny body fell to a fetal position and his satin ears fell off. He didn?t care where the tail rolled off to this time. The purple Bunny put her hands on her knees and looked down at the suffering girl. ?I?m sorry for the tape. I mean, if knew you?d be a nice guy ? but too late. Tonight?s going to be rough. That?s when you?ll have some privacy and time to slowly pull that tape out of your v-gee. Ouch.? She stepped over him and opened the full door, both lower and upper halves. ?Come on. Suck it up, girl. We?re going to have guests in a bit and we need to do some major make up and hair in a hurry.? She clapped her hands. ?Let?s go.? She reached down to her crotch. Click. Pressing against the satin path going between her legs, the vibrator stop. ?Thanks for this. I love it.? Roberto climbed onto his knees. He contorted his medallion given Bri face into one of agony. ?Don?t get runs in your stockings,? ordered the Purple Bunny, ?We?ve got to scamper across the lounge area and redo your hair and put on new tights. To get there, you?ll need to look Bunny-like, at least from a distance.? She paused and seemed to show some actual concern. ?You ok, sweetie?? ?I?ve lost everything,? wept Roberto. ?You?re a woman now. I like to think that?s worth something.? Roberto stood. ?Do I look all right?? His lipstick smeared around to his right cheek. His blonde bouffant hairdo barely held together. Holding his satin ears in his hands like a guy down on his luck would hold his hat, he started to realize that he probably lacked a presentable appearance ? and now his dick was missing again. A single step forward pulled tape inside places a guy should never have. Another step yanked more adhesive off some very sensitive skin that a second ago formed a monster erection. Now the skin inverted into a cavity reaching deep inside his female pelvis. Tuppence shook her head in dismay. She put on a smile, ignoring the wreck before her. With a cheerleader-go-get?em attitude put on for a losing team, she said ?We?ll walk swiftly to the dressing room. It?s one o?clock. Most of the Bunnies aren?t even up yet.? Her finger pointed at his crotch. ?We need to change your wet cummed up tights too. And pull some of the tape off that?s showing around the edges. Leave the rest inside for later.? She whispered, ?I never tell the guys this, but if you turn yourself on, the wetness helps loosen the glue.? Roberto pressed his tiny hands down against his flat crotch. He didn?t want to turn on his womanly internal walls. He didn?t want to loose his mind in a masturbation mental melt down. Slouched in pain, he slowly ambled passed the Bunny. He felt defeated. He looked up at Tuppence. ?I?m going to get back at the bastards who did this to me. The ones that betrayed me: the Boss, Yaps, and Bruno.? Guilt made Tuppence give Roberto a helpful hug to keep him upright as they crossed the lounge to the servant?s entrance. ?You just ask,? she offered, ?and I?ll let you have the coin?s dick for a good quicky, anytime. Really.? ?Can your coin take a male body?s dick away?? Tuppence paused. ?I don?t know. I never tried that.? Her eyes lit up with the idea. ?Maybe that would charge up my coin for an even bigger experience. It?s already getting close to ruining me. I?ve got to try it though.? Her elbow nudged him in the ribs. She winked. ?I like it.? She helped to slowly walk Roberto through the swinging door to the servant?s world of brightly lit long white hallways. It looked like a mile of painful steps before he would get to the dressing room. He stood straight, resolved to get the job done. ?I want you to try it,? said Roberto, hiding the wincing feeling of tape pulling with each step. ?I know three guys I want you to experiment on.? ?Good for you,? said Tuppence, ?whoever you are in that cute little blondie head. Mmmm, you?re truly fuckable, but only because you?re you in there. I like you.? She reached out into the air in front of her as if plucking an invisible hefty fruit from a tree. ?Go out there and grab life by the balls.? She squeezed her hand into a fist. ?And if there aren?t any balls ? well, gee, you know what I mean.? The two disheveled Bunnies went arm in arm deeper into the white glare of the servants? corridor. Roberto put three names on his revenge list. He vowed to breach Greenburg?s air-gapped computer. His pride at finishing a job required that. Then the Boss wasn?t going to like what happened next.