Fuck-bunny

Fuck-bunny 


The pink bunny ears on his head crackled with slutty magic and try as he might to remove them, Jack simply couldn't. His new sexy mouth was open in a dumb pout, his big boobed, tight-pussied body now aching with need. 

The girls around him laughed and pointed at him as he struggled to maintain control. They were enjoying watching him fight.

"Well Bunny... how does it feel?" giggled Charlotte as she looked at her phone and checked something. "Guess you're the biggest slut at school and you're top of the list.... do you feel proud? Do you like being top of your own list?"

For months Jack had been in charge of 'The List' an online Web page for the male students at school to rate girls and vote on who they would most like to fuck.

When Charlotte had found out about it, she had decided to do something and teach Jack that misogyny really wasn't cool. Luckily as a practicing witch she had several options open to her.

They had ambushed him as he walked home and rammed the magic bunny ears on his head. Instantly he had been transformed and now he was little more than a needy, desperate slut - aching for cock.

"Please don't do this... turn me back," he begged as Charlotte grinned at his patheticness.

"Oh we'll turn you back. But only after you fuck every boy who signed up on The List to bang you. We put your picture profile out this morning and the boys are just starting to arrive."

Jack whimpered and looked at Charlotte in terror. "How many boys?"

She pointed at the basket of plastic eggs behind him. "Each of those eggs has a condom inside. When you've used them all up... you'll be done."

Jack felt his heart hammer as he regarded the basket. It must have nearly sixty eggs in it. He wanted to object, but as the door to the bedroom opened and a hot boy walked in... he just felt his new pussy get wet.

He was just a fuck-bunny now and he needed it bad. Maybe once he was done... maybe he would delete that damn website.... or maybe he was going to enjoy this a little too much.

THE END

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