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Christina looked at herself in the mirror and sighed at her reflection. Boring short brown hair, boring chunky black glasses, boring narrow face, boring slender body with boring little tits, boring job, boring routine, and increasingly boring sex life. She pouted and pulled on her long luxurious blonde wig and affixed her headband with long white bunny ears. Tonight she’d look and feel sexy again, even if Hal refused to play along…

Chris applied bright pink lipstick, adjusted the front of her pink satin bustier with it’s cute little fake bunnytail, smoothed her fishnet stockings, stepped into her high heels, and took off her glasses. Her reflection instantly became lower resolution, artfully blurred so she could imagine it was really her. Chris tried an experimental giggle and grinned stupidly, “Let’s, like, see if he can still, like keep it cool now?”

Chris blew herself a kiss and winked and sashayed out of the en suite. She felt a tickle of static unreality…

“Bunny?” 

Christina placed her hand on her hip and pushed up her small tits in the direction of her blurry husband. She smiled like an idiot and gushed, “Like, hiiii babe!”

Hal groaned and buried his face in his hands, “Chris, what are you doing?”

“Like, what do you mean?” Chris bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“We’ve been over this: the Bunny thing has to stop. It was… fun, okay? But it took over your life! The last time you didn’t change back for weeks. You nearly lost your job!” Hal winced at his wife, “I want my cool, smart, confident partner back.”

Chris wiggled her nose like she’d practiced and giggled. She felt another glitchy tingle run through her Instance,  “Like, do you?”

Hal averted his gaze “I thought we decided no more Bunny?”

Chris twirled a lock of her blonde wig, and didn’t say: you decided, actually. She’d been rather happy being Bunny instead of plain dull old Christina. She liked feeling sexy and giddy and happy and ditzy; the daily routine of life was so much brighter and delightful as Bunny. The intelligent feminist in her recognized being a curvaceous dumb bimbo sex fantasy wasn’t “ideal”, but it made her feel so good that she didn’t care. Chris giggled and said, “It’s just a funny costume silly!”

Hal frowned, opened his mouth, sighed, and said: “Let’s go…”

“Yay!!!”

***

The car came to a stop and Chris hopped out, skipped past an honor guard of jack-o-lanterns, and rang the bungalow’s doorbell. What would Bunny do here? The door opened and Chris squealed “Trick or Treat!” and tackled the stunned cowboy host in a tight, bosom forward hug. “Like, do you have something sweet for me?”

“Um?” The cowboy in her arms said.

“Sorry, Pat” Hal said blushing. He straightened the cape of his magician costume. “This is my wife, Christina…”

Chris released Patrick and smiled up at him while bouncing. “Hiiii!” She said brightly, and felt a sparkle of pixels and a warmth in her rear. Her fake tail wiggled a little. “Call me Bunny…”

Hal groaned.

***

Chris fished a lollipop out of the big candy bowl and popped the strawberry sucker into her mouth. She glanced around the party and rather than analytically frown, she plastered on her biggest and brightest smile. She didn’t know anyone here, at least not well. Patrick worked with Hal, and she’d met him and his wife Cindy before. She sort of recognized a vampire and a witch and a lazy catgirl as more probable coworkers or maybe their partners, but the rest of the small crowd were total strangers. She caught a man dressed as a quarterback checking her out and she giggled and blew him a kiss. The man quickly glanced away and Chris grinned; even pretending to be Bunny was fun.

Chris experienced a schism of vertigo and noticed Hal was watching her across the room. She closed her eyes, pulled her lollipop out of her mouth and stroked the hard candy with the tip of her tongue, making a pleasurable coo. Her Avatar juddered through a refresh and she felt a familiar jiggly weight settle on her hips and ass. Chris giggled and rubbed her newly plush thighs together: being Bunny was better.

***

Chris flounced through the party, pausing at a coffee table presided over by a witch with a tarot deck. The woman was wearing a pointed black hat, black cocktail dress, dyed black hair, and black makeup, but Chris couldn’t tell how much of the outfit was genuine goth chick versus halloween costume. Bunny wouldn’t care though, so: “Oh my gosh! Like, cool cards!”

“Thanks?”

“Can we, like, play Go Fish?”

The witch rolled her eyes and her ghost-bride friend snickered. “No. These are Tarot cards.”

“Tar-rot…” Chris said with wide eyes, making the word rhyme with carrot. “Is that like the future thingy?”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Ooo! Do me!” Chris bounced, her swollen ass shaking and making her costume bunny tail wiggle.

“Sure,” the witch said. “Whatever.”

“EEeee!”

The witch shuffled the card deck and placed twelve cards face down on the table. “Pick a card.”

“Like okay?” Chris gushed, finger to chin, performing confused indecision. She tapped a card, “This one?”

The witch flipped the card to reveal a regal looking woman seated on a thrown wearing a big ceremonial hat. “The High Priestess,” the witch said. “This card represents your past or a problem you face. It tells us that you need to get yourself out of your own way, to embrace a simpler more spiritual path forward.”

“Like, wow!” Chris certainly wanted to trade her mind for something simpler.

“Pick another card.”

“Okay?” Chris grinned and pointed at another.

“Death!” The witch intoned, revealing a card with the grim reaper drawn upon it.

“Eeep!” Chris squealed playfully.

The witch snorted, “Death doesn’t mean like, fatality death.”

“It doesn’t?” Chris lied, since she already knew that.

“No, it means the end of a cycle and rebirth. Transformation.” The witch tapped the card. “This second card represents the present or the solution to your problem. It’s telling you to become someone new.”

Chris suppressed a smirk: that was the plan. “Cool!”

“Pick one last card, which will represent your future.

“Okay?” Chris picked another one.

“The Fool.”

Chris giggled, “That’s perfect!”

***

“Omigosh! Aren’t all the little trick-or-treaters like, the most cutest!”

“So you’re Chris,” a pretty blond woman dressed up like a cheerleader asked skeptically.

“I prefer Bunny!” She replied with a perky smile.

“I’m Claire,” cheerleader said, “I work with Hal and Patty.”

“And I’m Cindy,” Patrick’s wife said. She was dreased like a slightly slutty cowgirl with boots, daisy dukes, a tied up flannel, and a pink stetson. 

Bitch, we’ve met, Chris thought, but instead she giggled and said: “Hiiiiiii!!”

Cheerleader worried at her hair, “I’ve heard so much about you, so I didn’t expect your costume to be…”

“So fun!?” Chris asked, ignoring the implicit dig.

“Sure,” Cheerleader said dryly and cowgirl gave her a gentle elbow.

Chris just grinned obliviously like the happy idiot she wished she was. She noticed both women were rather busty, filling out their cheer uniform and plaid top rather well. Chris noticed Hal coming on an intercept course, so she giggled and clutched her tits, almost smooshing them out of her low cut bustier. “I like, wish I had bigger boobies for my costume!” She announced brightly, “Like yours!”

Hal stopped and blushed red, and Chris felt her avatar twist and flicker and her chest swell heavily. Her nose wiggled and her costume ears twitched and she felt the boundary between her dark hair and blonde whig become indistinct. “I don’t know,” Cowgirl said, “I think you fill put your costume fine…”

Chris felt a fizzy static in her mind and the room seemed brighter somehow. She hopped on her feet making her big boobies bounce and giggled naturally. “Who wants a hug!?”

Hal groaned in pain and retreated.

***

“Like, hiiiii boys!” Chris gushed in the kitchen to the knot of men hanging around the beer and pizza. 

“Hi,” a sexy James Bond said, eyes tracking up and down Chris, checking her out. Chris giggled and stuck out her boobies, her fake-ish tail twitching the tiniest bit. She liked the attention.

“Be-have….” An Austin Powers murmured quietly. 

Chris felt warm butterflies dance in her belly which made her giggle. “I like, don’t know how to do that?”

“You know,” the sexy Bond said, “I’ve heard it’s dangerous to go chasing white rabbits.”

“Like, why?”

“They can take you to some dangerously unexpected places…”

“Ohmygosh! I would like, never!” 

Chris pinched her face in deep concentration, thoughts playfully elusive. “Unless we’re talking about sex stuff?”

“Yeah! Baby!” Austin Powers raved.

“I’m not Baby?” Chris corrected with a pretty frown. “Like, I’m Bunny…”

“Well then Bunny,” Austin said, “Allow me to introduce… myself!”

“Like, hi?”

“Wanna play army? I’ll lay down and you can blow the hell put of me!”

“Huh?”

James Bond groaned in dismay.

Austin waggled his eyebrows “You’ve got 206 bones in your body, want one more?”

“Two… hundred… six…” That was such a big number.

“I’m a bird watcher and I’m looking for a Big Breasted Bed Trasher, have you seen one?”

“No? What does it look like?”

“If it’s true that we are what we eat, then I could be you by morning!”

“I’m confused!”

Austin Powers leered over his glasses, “Nice legs… what time do they open?”

“Fuck Jake, stop hitting on my wife!”

Hal grabbed Chris by the arm and tugged her away. Chris giggled and waved at the two costumed spies as her husband led her into a quiet bedroom. “Chris, what the fuck has gotten into you?”

“Like, what?”

“Why were you flirting with my friends?”

“I was just, like, being nice?”

“You’re acting like…”

“Like you want.” Chris purred, pulling her husband into a hug. She felt a twisting in reality and her tail waggled. “I’m your living fantasy.”

“Chris…”

“Not my name…” She smooshed her big boobies against him and felt his cock getting hard. Her body pixellated and glitched. She licked her plush swollen lips, “I like, can feel you like it!”

“No… we can’t…”

“Make me your horny dumb Bunny…”

“Chris…”

“I want it…” She ran her hand along the front of Hal’s pants, palm pressed against his hot straining cock. The world refreshed and a warm glow filled her head and cunt. “Succ… like, suc?” Big words were hard. “Suck and cum to me!”

Hal groaned and Chris dropped down to her knees and licked her lips. She drew opened the fly of his tuxedo pants, letting his hard cock spill free like a magic trick. “Bunny wants her carrot…”

“Fuck…” Hal gasped as Chris opened her plush lips and pulled Hal’s cock into her mouth. She felt liminality, impossible transition, her tits getting bigger and heavier, her hips wider and ass rounder, her pussy more achingly hungry and wet. Hal’s cock in her mouth felt so right, so delicious, her throat effortless gag-free, like she was born to suck cock! Built for it! She bobbed her head, slurping the cock deeper, and hummed happily! She loved giving blowies! Hal gasped and grabbed Chris by the head and her rabbit ears twitched and swiveled from his touch. Pixels blazed off her body and she wiggled her cotton ball tail and fondled her husbands balls as Hal thrust into her mouth. “Oh fuck…” Chris fucked the cock with her face, long sucking strokes of her mouth, tongue pressing up hard, massaging, pulling, inhaling, hands on Hal’s ass to pull him into her mouth harder and faster. Pleasure radiated from her lips, her throat, and she could feel digital tingles raging in her brain as her mind melted away with every thrust, thoughts and worries reconfigured into drifting bubbles, jostled free by cock, floating away and popping, deleted from reality, her mental hard drive so much cleaner, fucking her into a foolish future. Chris felt warm and sexy and so fucking horny and like her mind was full of nothing but sunlight and hot air. She felt happy! Giddy! Horny! She never wanted it to end! Hal tensed in her hands, paused, straining, right on the edge…

“Bunny…” Hal moaned helplessly as he came into her eager mouth.

Bunny happily slurped down every drop of semen and then smiled stupidly up at her husband. She grinned a bucktooth smile and giggled happily.

“Bunny?”

“Like, told you you’d suck cum!”