Day by day, Andy grew more preoccupied with the vision. It began simple enough, yet such a coincidental event soon snowballed into an inescapable obsession. He recalled the moment he caught sight of her: a crimson-eyed woman — shapely and alluring in build — doffed in a form-fitting leotard as part of her bunny themed uniform. Satiny black hair flowed over her bare porcelain shoulders. She stood, hips angled, in the center of a kitsch “town square” enveloped by various chain stores. Looming above, the faux clock tower chimed noon through its poorly concealed speaker system.


Andy only saw her. The crowds became as vague, amoeboid masses swimming around her enticing aura. She appeared to be handing out trifold pamphlets to the occasional passerby, and her mouth shaped silent, distant words with a ease. Visible serenity. Without warning, her gaze entrapped his, leaving him in a catatonic state. Offering a curious expression, she placed an index finger against her parted lips. Andy found himself stone rigid, unable to move. Some unspoken force held him captive, yet he sensed no desire to flee. Then, as quickly as this situation befell him, her attention returned to her flyering duties. Rather than approach, Andy fled.


Now, the remembrance of this experience haunted his passing thoughts. He yearned to turn back time and speak with this mysterious woman. Whenever he pondered the reason for this deep-seated desire, no clear explanation came to mind. During the wee hours one night, Andy found himself unable to slip into the welcoming unconsciousness that sleep offered. Brain frazzled and eyes bloodshot, he decided to search for any clues online; he needed to know the source of his obsession. His keyboard rattled out a quick web search query: “bunny girl obsession.”


As Andy’s vision darted across the resulting links, one in particular leapt out from the screen’s blue-white glow. It simply read, “Have you considered the Bunny Life?” The thump-thump of his heart invaded his ears. He followed this trail to a webpage: gilded and glimmering and showcasing beautiful women in bunny-like attire. Apparently, a waitstaff of bunny women happened to be the schtick for this club, known as Club Bun-Bun. Yet, a single phrase immediately caught his attention. “Hop on over and become a part of Bun-Bun tonight!”


Andy questioned his sanity when he discovered himself standing before the massive double doors. He had wasted little thought or consideration; he drove straight to Club Bun-Bun. Despite the hour, the establishment appeared quite active, and festive sounds and voices emerged from beyond the entrance. He tamped down his nerves and hauled the huge, glittering doors open. Inside, an excessive lobby area awaited.


“You must be Andy, correct?” A smooth yet biting voice asked from a distance, “I was told you expressed interest in joining our team, our family. Of course, sweatpants and a stained tee often makes a strong impression during an interview.” A tan-skinned, silver-haired woman in full bunny regalia approached, heels clacking. Her piercing green eyes captured his attention.


Noticing his outfit choice, Andy winced, “Wait, an interview? Is that why I’m here again? Sorry, I completely forgot.” To this, the woman merely nodded and chuckled. She strutted closer, bringing with her an irresistible floral aroma.


“Quite alright, Andy, everybunny has patiently awaited your arrival. Bunny Josephine noticed you and recommended we consider you for the job. Given her praises, I think you’re a shoe-in or, rather, a heel-in.” She replied, motioning for him to follow, “When you’re ready, why don’t I show you around? Calm those interview nerves and just think of this like a tour.” Andy admitted the entire situation confused him, but his desire pushed him forward. He soon found himself walking alongside her. They passed a dining area, brimming with activity and festivities.


He wondered aloud, “You work this late at night? In THAT outfit? And…you’re okay with all this?” His steps began to subtly mimic hers, paces narrow and hips swiveling seductively. The bunny ushered the two of them past a bar cast in otherworldly neon light.


“I’m more than okay with all this, dearest. I simply adore my job and my life: the bunny life. Everybunny else most certainly agrees, and, to be honest, I have a sense you will, too.” Her words washed over him, submerging his thoughts in a warm, idyllic state. His sweatpants slid, loose and crumpled, about his ankles. Beneath, white hosiery hugged plump thighs, between which a purple leotard clung snug. Andy sensed no tightness or discomfort, and he failed to acknowledge a newfound flatness pervading his crotch.


Brushing a free hand through his ever-lengthening flaxen hair, he sighed, “Well, I have to admit that — as dumb as it sounds — I can totally identify with everything you just said. Sorry, was that a bad question?” His voice grew softer, brighter, and sweeter to the listener with each spoken word. His guiding bunny turned herself to him and place her hands upon his, now of similar in size to hers.


In an earnest tone, she stated, “A thousand times: not at all. It’s wonderful to hear such words from you, dearest. In fact, I had a sense you’d feel that way the moment I set eyes upon you. Now, come along, I have something else to show you.” The woman beckoned him further. Andy stepped out from the sweatpants, revealing two dainty feet secured in polished purple spike heels. Beneath his slobbish shirt, his chest puddled outward, oozing into the soft, welcoming cups near the top of the leotard.


Reaching an unremarkable doorway labeled “Bunnies Only”, his bunny girl guide offered him passage inside and smirked, “I don’t think I need to tell you, but we’d love to have you work with us, dearest. Make yourself at home in our lounge while we process your on-boarding.” She presented Andy with a small, cream-colored envelope, securely sealed with a pastel pink sticker in the shape of a bunny. Andy’s heart soared and he found an overwhelming desire to read its contents.


Around a week or so later, several regulars expressed their delight and approval of the newest addition to Club Bun-Bun: Bunny Anna. She could be found working the lobby or waiting the dining area’s tables most nights, and she already understood the innumerable perks that came along with embracing bun-bun.


“Lovely evening, isn’t it, darlings?” Bunny Anna bounced with a wink and a pose, “I’m Bunny Anna and, gosh, I’m beyond honored to be your hostess tonight. Any of you boys curious about my bunny breed? They say I’m a Vienna Violet, and, well gosh, between you and me: I’m only a flirt in Austrian. Maybe I’ll teach you some if you’re extra nice, okay? Well, come along now.” She turned to guide the newest party to a table, and she could find little flaw with her new life: the bunny life.

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A request done by Miss Paintables over at Devientart. Be sure to view the original here. Story and image created by them.