Bad Bunny (TG)

Marcus was a frequent patron of the largest casino in Vegas, the Golden Bunny. Living in Vegas had some perks, and for Marcus it was being in close proximity to as many casinos as he needed. He gambled a lot, which helped that Marcus was the son of a rich billionaire. So he gambled tens of thousands, losing most of it. Marcus didn't exactly care. His bank account was always full, and each night he got to spend time drinking, doing drugs, and partying with total strangers. It was the life. Marcus especially loved interacting with the casino's many bunny girls. They wore the usual bunny suits, but it was a rule that no patrons could touch them. But Marcus ignored that. He constantly groped or slapped bits of the bunny girl servers and dealers. He just couldn't help himself. He just loved watching the bunny girls in their sexy leotards and ears and tails and heels. He just needed a piece of that ass. 

Complaints in the dozens were being filed nightly because of Marcus. The CEO of Golden Bunny couldn't keep letting these complaints slide. They had been going on for months. And for some reason, Marcus was the cause of every complaint. The CEO had heard enough and the next night, when Marcus hit the casino floor, a couple of suits grabbed him and dragged him off to the CEO's office. Marcus was thrown to the floor in front of a gaudy desk, and a man smoking a cigar, a bunny girl on his lap. 

"So you're the son of a bitch abusing my girls?" he puffed away. Marcus got up off the floor and brushed himself off. 

"Abuse? Im just doing what any guy would do. I mean you obviously have seen their outfits." Marcus replied, digging the hole deeper. The bunny girl on the mans lap looked offended. 

"That doesn't give you an excuse to grope us!" she pouted, then made sure her hair and makeup didn't get messed up from her spat. 

"Cassidy here is right" the boss nodded and patted the bunny's butt that sat on his lap. "Our bunny girls on the floor are not for touching, only looking. And you inappropriately touched about every single one!" 

"Yeah!" Cassidy stuck her tongue out at Marcus. "You're always being a dirty pervert!" Cassidy then snatched the cigar from the boss and took a long puff to calm herself down. 

"That's why I am going to punish your perverted self" the boss man smirked. 

"Punish? You can't punish me!" Marcus laughed to himself and turned to leave, quickly seeing the exit was blocked by suits, with guns. Maybe they could punish him. 

"Want to rethink that statement boy?" the boss puffed away. "Either give up now, or fight. I don't care either way. Just know, the more you resist the worse it'll be" Marcus stood in horror. But figured it would be better to give up, than who knows what. Marcus was taken away by the suits deep into the casino complex, far in the basement before he was slung into a pristine white room. A bored looking woman in a lab coat was filling a syringe with some kind of liquid. The woman walked up to Marcus and looked him over. 

"Yeah better undress dude" she sighed. "Hurry it up to. I got like a bunch of other patients after you" the tired looking lab coat lady stared at Marcus. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Marcus blushed.

"W-Well umm.. you're right there?" Marcus's face was bright red. 

"Im a doctor. Just fucking strip... I swear..." the woman groaned, the popped a cigarette. "Im tired of this shit..." She jabbed the syringe into Marcus's arm. Marcus cursed out and then took off his clothes quickly, as he felt warmer and warmer. "Let's just see what sorta formula they gave me this time" the woman took a drag of her smoke. 

Marcus felt so incredibly hot, and super weak too, like his energy was drained. The woman just smoked and watched Marcus. Marcus could feel his skin bubbling, with each uncomfortable bubble, hair falling out all over, from head to toe, falling to the floor. With a crack, Marcus's height dipped to 5'4, now even shorter than the doctor lady. His feet crunched smaller, legs slimming while losing muscle and mass. A loud snap rung out, as his hips jutted out wide and shapely, rather large. Not rather large, super wide! Thighs inflated into literal trunks, fat rushing into Marcus's backside, pushing out his flat ass. Flesh jiggled to life, pushing out so thick and fat and fast. And grow did it. Marcus's ass kept growing and growing out, two massive, ghetto cheeks wobbling behind Marcus. Marcus's cock began to slink back in between the warm tit fat, a tight pair of lips forming in between his thighs. Marcus's hands shot down into his crotch, realizing he was now a she. Marcus groaned as his waist narrowed, stomach flattening out, losing fat that had been sitting there. Marcus's arms lost muscle, each hand shrinking down as fingers became thin. Each nail grew out in length some. Moaning, Marcus could feel his nipples stiffen. Pleasure shot through them and throughout his body. His new lips were dripping with need, and Marcus could help but begin to finger his new slit. With each pump of his hand, Marcus's chest surged forward with fat. Marcus kept fingering and fingering, new breasts growing and growing. Marcus could only keep moaning. Eventually, the breasts stopped growing out, now massive mounds of fat sitting loud and proud upon Marcus's chest. Marcus's shoulders narrowed and neck slimmed, giving Marcus a new, slutty sounding voice. His chin became less broad, face softening up. His lips plumped out considerably, nose becoming cute and button like. His eyes turned to a sparkling golden colour, with long lashes and thin brows. His short brown hair, it had turned into a vibrant blonde, growing down and out in silky waves, lengthening all the way down to Marcus's butt. 

The doctor nodded in approval, cigarette in mouth, and then touched her ear, "Yep she's done. Get her out of here, I have actual patients to take care of, not some random ass pervert..." Marcus was too busy feeling himself up to notice, but was suddenly grabbed by two guys in suits. Grabbing his arms, Marcus was dragged away, still naked, entire body on display for all to see. At least he was in the basement right? Marcus was taken to another room, this one filled with wardrobes and mirrors and the like. In the room was a familiar looking bunny girl. It was Cassidy from before. 

"Wow you turned out smoking!" Cassidy giggled. Marcus didn't appreciate the comment. "Anyways it's my job to get you dressed the part!" Cassidy threw her hands up in the air celebrating. "Oh, and if you try to run or resist. The bodyguards here will stop you~" Cassidy winked, sticking her tongue out. She pranced around the room, picking up various clothing items, all while Marcus stood there, trying and failing to cover his massive assets with his small hands. Finally Cassidy walked up to Marcus, clothes in hand. "Now are you going to put these on yourself? Or make it difficult for all of us?" Marcus looked at the pile of clothes Cassidy had procured and sighed. He faintly nodded and began looking through the odds and ends. He knew nothing about women's clothing, but it was better than having the suits force the clothes onto him.

His outfit was a mockery of anything. Instead of a bunny leotard he had been given a black bra and panties, the panties having a bunny tail on it. The bra wasn't really a bra either. Cassidy helped Marcus put on the top seeing him fumble with it, but Marcus had no problem sliding up the tight black panties. Marcus next slid up the fish net stockings, noticing the tights digging into his thigh fat. Shiny black heels, easily close to 6 inches tall, adorned Marcus's small feet. Some cuffs adorned his wrists, and of course, a hairband with bunny ears on it. 

"Looking great! Now we just need some finishing touches. Come sit over here" Cassidy clapped her hands, standing by a vanity and mirror. Marcus stood up and wobbled over due to his fat tits and high heels, not used to both. But eventually, with several stumbles, Marcus made it into the seat. Marcus was able to see his reflection for the first time. And yeah, he looked hot. Cassidy grabbed who knows what and began dusting makeup all over Marcus's face. Heavy foundation was applied, with adding on lipstick and eyeliner and eyeshadow. Earrings were attached to Marcus's ears, them seemingly pierced during the transformation at some point. 

The newly dolled up Marcus was then dragged back to the boss, who checked her out. "Well well. You turned out just... amazing. Easily one of the hottest girls" the boss smirked, Cassidy glared at him, crossing her arms. "You just need a good stage name... lets go with Myth" Unable to even argue back, Marcus had been dubbed, Myth, the new bunny girl at the casino. But Myth wasn't just any bunny girl. Oh no. She was a special bunny, the only one in the casino that could be groped and slapped and touched, and well... fucked for the right price. Hundreds of dollars were stuck down her bosom, as Myth was forced to take in dozens of cocks nightly, stuck forever as the bunny girl she had always abused.