Down the Rabbit Hole

      

Paul made his way through the neon lights, the nightlife of the big city all around him. "Hehe, nothing like sneaking out all by myself! No Mom to yell at me or any adults ordering me around! Just cause I'm a kid doesn't mean they can boss me! When I become an adult, I'm not gonna listen to anyone!"

 The young boy stopped at a bar, the picture of a jumping neon rabbit grabbed his attention. "'The Rabbit Hole?' Sounds like a pet shop!" The naive boy giggled to himself as he shoved the front door open, no one was standing guard nor was it even locked! 


















"U-Um, hellooo?!" He shouted, wandering in and standing on a stage. The empty hall echoed his words. "...Don't see any bunnies around here…" Little did young Paul realize, that he'd be the main attraction of this 'pet store' soon enough.


 Suddenly, the lights started to shine on him. He quickly covered his eyes as his chest started to tingle. "Is it cold in here?" He spoke to himself, trying to hide his fear. His hair grew out slightly, as his nipples perked up, bleeding through his t-shirt. "What's going on with my chest?" He asked shaking with confusion, unaware of his increasing age.







The eight-year-old boy suddenly jumped up to 14, the early stages of puberty. But not for a male… "O-Ok guys. Really funny, could you please st-...OHHH~* With a sudden sucking motion, his little fireman put out its last fire. Paul's gender had officially changed.

 "W-Where did my Willy go?! Why do I have a…?" She reached down to check as her thighs started to thicken up, ripping her green shorts, her stomach followed the example set by her legs. Her white t-shirt rips and tears.









 Paul dropped to the floor, her green shorts digging into her body. "W-Why is my chest so big?! I'm just a kid!" Tits swelled with joy, growing larger as Paul matured further. Her pussy lips grew big and thicker pressing their way through. 





















Bliss hit them as Paul gritted her teeth, womanly juices stained her shorts, their size shrinking. "WHAT HAPPENED?! AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M WEARING A BRA?!" New knowledge of her gender slowly started to leak in. 



















"O-Oh my God…Am I turning into a girl?!" She cried out as a pair of fake bunny ears popped onto her head. The green from her shorts started to mesh with the shirt, their materials fusing as Paul started to pull on her new ears. "This can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!" Tears welled up in her eyes as her hair started to grow longer. 







Through sobbing eyes, Paul's hair grew longer and longer and softer and softer before gently settling at the bottom of her back. Her outfit started to stitch itself back together, retaining the green but growing tighter. Her chest was barely covered as her 'girl' showed off its glorious camel toe. "OH GOD PLEASE!" Her arms were left bare as her stomach became flat. So flat you could take shots off of it.





*SNAP!" The bottom of the leotard snuggled into place, cuddling two firm ass cheeks. A tuft of tail appeared, drawing attention to the goods. "N-NO! I DON'T WANT A BIG BUTT!" Paul turned around quickly, placing a well-manicured hand around her ass. But it was fine! Paul was a woman after all! And when one gets older things tend to get…'bigger~'



Skintight stocking sprung up and tenderly hung onto her flesh. "O-Oh~ NO! I CAN'T BE A GIRL I CAN'T BE A…" Around Paul's neck, a red bow tie appeared. "I can't be a…" Her voice shifted higher but also started to carry a sultry tone. With one final moan, her tits reached their final size. 






"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Kelly! Also known as the Jade Empress!" The lights shined on Kelly as the 30-year-old woman snapped out of her daze. "What just came over me?" Kelly pondered before turning to the crowd. "HEY, BOYS! IT'S ME! THE AMAZING JADE EMPRESS!" She smiled, placing her hands on her wide hips, part of her hair covering one of her eyes as she posed. "Whatever you naughty boys want me to do tonight, just say the word! Your wish is my command!" 




The crowd went nuts as the packed hall started to throw cash at their favorite bunny girl. "POLE, POLE, POLE, POLE!" They all chanted as Kelly took the cash and shoved it into her tits. "Oh? Ok, boys! If that's what ya want! I love it when you all guide little old me~" She shook her ass as she twerked herself up and down the pole. Her pussy tingled like hell as she stared at several men on the ground. Her sex stretched from the years of action she had acquired. The pole felt terrific on her ass, grinding it deeper and deeper as her libido skyrocketed. An eager grin appeared as she ended her routine, eyeballing her regular calling her over. It was a middle-aged man, think he had a kid or something, but Kelly didn't care. Their nights were terrific, and the pay was as well. "Good evening my queen. Whatever shall we do tonight?" The man asked coyly as he placed a 100-dollar bill in her tits. Kelly grabbed the man's crotch, "Whatever you'd like hon~ After all, I love getting bossed around~" She led the man to the backroom, where the sounds of the club droned out Kelly's shrieks of ecstasy. 

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