[Draft] Bunny Proper Reparations (Artoria and Scathach TG) (Patreon)

Patrick groaned as he came to his. Something was restraining his hands and he looked to see that a pair of steel manacles were wrapped around his leg.

“What the fuck?” His eyes darted around. His fears were thrown out the window and replaced with a great shock. They were in what seemed like a luxurious game room. Some couches and seats were thrown about the place. A large TV hung off the wall.

A groan caught his attention and Patrick shot up as if he had been shocked. His eyes darted around the room, raising his fists as if he was about to get into a fight. He relaxed when he saw his friend Arthur  on a large red and gold couch, hugging a pillow to his chest as if it was a teddy bear.

“Arthur ?” Patrick moved closer to him, and shook him awake.

Arthur  groaned as his eyes slowly opened. He noticed that he was holding a pillow and stretched. The clanking of a chain made him stop. He jumped when he saw Patrick. “What the fuck?” Where the hell are we Pat?”

“I was hoping that you would have been able to tell me that. Do you remember what happened last night? The last thing I recall was that we were at the bar and then everything went dark.”

Arthur sighed.“That’s all I remember, man. I remember us having a couple of drinks and then everything went dark.”

They heard the door open. Again they looked around, trying to find where the source was coming from, but couldn’t find anything. Footsteps got closer, and they looked for anything that they could use to protect themselves. A woman called out. “I see that you two are finally awake.”

At once they turned and saw a beautiful woman around their age. She had long silvery blonde hair that shined like silver with a small black scrunchie keeping it in a ponytail. Her skin was pale and fair, giving her an almost fairy-like appearance with her beautiful features supporting it. What stood out the most were her cold blue eyes.

Patrick stared at her. “What have you done to us? Why have you kidnapped us?”

The woman scoffed. “Kidnap you? I have done nothing of the sort. You are here, because of your own foolishness.”

Arthur  scoffed in return. He rolled his shoulders back and tried to look bigger then he was. “I find that hard to believe. There's no way that we would just let ourselves be chained up like this.”

“Admittedly I am the cause of that, but you are still here because of your actions.”

The young woman crossed her arms. “Truly then perhaps you could tell me what had happened last night?”

Patrick and Arthur  looked at eachother, a dark feeling in their stomach. Their minds scrambled, wondering what they had done while in their blackout induced drunkenness.

Arthur  cleared his throat. “We had just celebrated our graduation and because of it we decided that we would have a night on the town in Vegas to celebrate Ms…”

“Morgan. My name is Morgan.”

“Right. Ms Morgan, I suppose that you can tell us what happened last night.”

“I can do more than tell you what happened last night. Allow me to fill in the holes for the two of you.” Morgan wandered over the coffee table and grabbed the remote. She turned on the TV and changed it over to what seemed to be a security camera fee.

Arthur  and Patrick jumped when they suddenly saw a car ran through the living room of the house. Their hearts fell into their chests when they noticed the make and model of the car.

Arthur  and Patrick prayed that the person behind the wheel wouldn’t be them, right as the car door in it opened. To their dismay, Patrick stepped out of the passenger side, while Arthur  came out of the driver's seat. They sloppily shut the door, the two of them laughing as if they were at a comedy club.

Arthur  locked the door and then raised his arms. “Woohoo!”

Patrick giggled then raised his hand. “Woohoo!”

Then the two of them passed out on the floor, their faces falling into the rubble. Snoring came from them. They saw Morgan rush into the living room and visibly jump when they saw

Morgan turned off the TV and glared at them. “Now you understand why you are in your current situation, yes?”

Patrick and Arthur ’s jaw dropped.

Patrick’s breathing picked up. “You gotta be shitting me? We walked away from that in one piece?”

“Miraculously you did.”

Arthur  gulped. “Oh dear god we fucked up bad.”

“Yes, that is an apt but crude summary.”

“Listen despite how much we have…messed up, there is no reason to get violent. If you just let us go, we can put this whole thing behind you. We can call the insurance companies and begin paying you back.”

“Violent? What on earth are you talking about? I have no intentions of hurting you.”

“Then why the hell are we locked up down here?” Patrick pulled on his chains and tried to break out.

Morgan crossed her arms. “You two damn idiots drove through my living room and you will be paying me back.”

“Then bring it up with the insurance companies. I’m sure that we could pay it all off.”

Morgan stared at him. “7 Million.”

“7 Million?”

“7 Million dollars was the price for all of the destroyed property. From restoring the wall, the furniture, compensation for the destroyed antiques, and interrupting my beauty sleep.”

Patrick and Arthur froze. Their hearts fell into their chest.

“Y-you have to be joking.” Patrick ran his hand down his face, and pulled on his cheek.

“I am not joking. And I assure you that I will make sure that both of you pay for your crimes accordingly.”

“Please there has to be something that we can do.”

“There is no need for discussion. I have already discovered the best way to ensure proper compensation that ensures satisfaction for all parties. I shall make sure that I get every penny out of you, while you two will be content with the results.”

Patrick stepped back to the wall as much as he could. “You’re not going to sell our kidneys are you?”

Morgan blinkled and looked at them as if they had insane gibberish. “Why on earth would I kill or injure you? That would be too troublesome and ruin my clothes.”

“The chains would argue otherwise.”

“They are just there to ensure that you don’t try to escape. While you have done me a great crime. I would not sell your organs. Do you truly think I would cut you up over thay amount of money?”

“Well considering our current situation and 7 million is…a rather large amount for either of us to pay. Neither of us have the money to pay that its easy to see why we would think that wouldn’t we?.”

“I suppose, but you need not worry. Instead you will be paying of your debts working for me at my casino.”

“Casino? I don’t think that we would be able to pay it off anytime soon. Not that I’m complaining or anything, still there is other stuff that we would need to worry about as well. Damage to our car, food bills, etc.”

“You need not worry about expenses and the like. They shall be covered during your time working for me.”

Patrick gaped. “What?”

Morgan raised her hand and a large black staff appeared in her hand. She pointed it at them and a blue beam of light shot out of it.

Their clothes morphed. Immediately the designs of their shirts disappeared as a white splotch appeared on Arthur’s while a bright purple on appeared on

Patrick gaped. “What the fuck?”

Arthur gasped. “Huh?”

The sleeves of their shirts receded and got smaller, while the bottom of them merged with their pants. Any extra features their shirts might have had from the buttons on Arthur’s to the breast pocket’s were absorbed by the cloth. Their shirts wrapped around the bottom of their clothes and cupped their crotches. A V pattern formed at the bottom of them. They winced as it roughly dug into their crotches and buttocks. The sides of their shirts tightened around their waists.

A small fluffy white cotton tailed formed on the back of the leotards, just above their butts.

Their pants thinned. Just like with their shirts, all of the various studs melded into the fabric along with their zippers and pockets. Their pants softened and hugged their legs tighter. Brown splotches appeared in Patrick's pants, khaki pants gained blue. It hugged every little curve of their bodies, making them suffer as it hugged their bodies. The size of their members were almost on full display with how the leotard and stockings hugged his body.

Their shoes morphed. The holes and laced that they had on them disappeared into them. Their shoes hardened as a more defined point appeared Theu rose as if they were standing on the tips of their toes.

“Our clothes!”

“Did you drug us!” Arthur tried to tug the leotard off him, but it wouldn’t move no matter how hard he tried.

Two sets of bunny ears on top of their heads, Arthur’s being a pristine white, while Patrick’s were a dark purple, a perfect match for their leotards. Arthur tried to remove the ears on top of his head, but they remained where they were. Patrick gripped the top of them and tugged, but no matter how hard he pulled they stayed put.

In less then a minute, Patricks’ clothes became a bright purple playboy bunny suit, while Arthur’s became a bright white with a large V-cut down the center. Unlike Patrick’s Arthru’s stocking were a bright baby blue. His shoes had become bright white heels that complimented his leotard.

“What the hell? How the fuck did you change your clothes?” Patrick pulled on the clothes.

“Magic.” Morgan shrugged. “Since you two will be paying me back, by working for my casino.”

“Magic’s real?”

“Of course, if we were out in the open then we would have to deal with more normal human regulation. This way the only people that we have to worry about are our own people. But that hardly matters in this case.

“I’m sure it matters in the eyes of whatever law.

“By what you have done. You have paid the price accordingly and I am free to transform you as I wish.

“Bullshit!”

“When it comes to damage of property, body harm, then it is deemed fine to do so.” Morgan shrugged. I have more then enough proof in my favor if the magical authorities come asking questions.”

“But what about the muggle…or mundane, whatever you call normal police officers? And that isn’t including any of the possible witnesses that might have seen us crash into your building.

“They have been taken care of with a glamor. There is no need to worry about anyone finding out what has happened that isn’t magically aligned.”

The two of them groaned as hips widened. Their stockings stretched across their hips and lower body. They pressed down on their flat buttocks, while at the same time riding them. It was as if someone was fondling them and tracing them.

They watched in horrified awe as they grew, unable to turn away. With how the fabric moved against their bodies, it fueled their minds with fantasies of someone gently massaging their hips. Their hips rolled in tandem with the sensations, gaining a small bit of satisfaction. They tried to stop themselves from gaining any pleasure, but it kept calling out to them, asking them to play and examine them. After a little bit the two of them had wide girthy hips that would have garnered the admiration and lust of many.

“Jesus christ.” Arthur grabbed his hips and gulped at their new girth. He rolled them around and blushed at hint of excitement his body emitted. It called to him, asking him to do more. Even now his fingers wanted to keep playing with his

“...You have to drug us or something, it's the only way that we could have worn this stuff!” Patrick marched forward and almost tripped as the chain kept him back.

“I have done no such thing. All I did was use a little bit of my magic to begin the process.” Morgan tapped her staff on the ground and another light formed. A drink formed in her hand and she took a sip of it.

The heels they wore tightened around their feet as if they were stuck between a compressor. The back of their feet rose higher, making them stand out. Even though they couldn’t see them, they both knew that their feet were becoming cute petite womanly feet. The process continued up their calves. They shrunk as well as all the extra flab tey had disappeared, giving them the same refinement. Unlike the rest of their lower legs which diminished in volume, their thighs grew with fat and tender muscle. They stretched their stockings further, making them tickle their changing legs. As quickly sas the process began it ended when they had thick developed thighs that would always have a slight ripple to them.

Patrick shuddered in thinly veiled aroused glee. His fingers dug tighter into his larger thighs, sending more bolts of electricity through him.

Arthur gently massaged his thighs, losing himself in the pleasing softness they had. Every little nudge earned a little bolt of glee that called on him to play with them more.

“Oh god. As if this wasn’t bad enough before this.” Patrick tried to adjust the stockings, but they immediately clinged back to their previous position. It slipped from his fingers and smacked them, making them ripple slightly.

“Very good, we are off to a strong start already.” Morgan nodded. “By the time that we are finished the two of you will be able to charm anyone at my work.”

The two of them rolled their hips and their faces darkened as the next step of the transformation came into play. They looked over their shoulders and saw their bottom cheeks push out.

“Oh no!” Arthur grabbed some of his butt and shuddered as the sudden assault on his rear made him jump slightly.

Patrick groaned. “Oh no, what the fuck is going to happen to us now?”

“You shall see.”

At once, Arthur and Patrick could feel the bottom of their leotards stretch as their behinds rumbled. They padded at their new rear ends unsure what to make of them as they struggled with them. Every little prod sent a bolt of glee through their bodies. Their changing rears called to them to press down and get a feel for their growing curve. With every second the call grew, until they could no longer resist. The leotards dug deeper between their bottom cheeks, making them moan slightly. They tried to adjust it, but it continued to dig deeper. The bottom of their leotards cupped their behinds and rose them as if they were sitting on shelves. They bucked and rolled their hips around. Their hands itched closer to their members, which were harder then stones. Yet neither of them could bring themselves to massage it just yet.

Arthur’s cheeks growth slowed when it had become a plump rear with a savory curve that would give everyone a pleasant view as he walked away. She couldn’t bring himself to stop playing with his ballooning cheeks even though they had stopped growing. Just like with his thighs, the plushness and sensitivity of his rear demanded that he play with it.

When Arthur’s stopped growing, Patrick’s rear finally slowed its growth. Patrick cupped his lower cheeks, his fingers making it tingle. He pulled his hands away,  but his round cheeks called jim nack, demanding that he grasp them again. His fingers twitched. He gulped, as he struggled to fight back against his impulses.

Patrick shook her head, finally feeling like she had climbed down from an intense drunk induced high. She looked over her shoulder and stared at his new plumper rounder cheeks in awe. His new and improved hindquarters with perverted awe. He pressed his finger against it and his finger hardly went in. even through the fabric he could feel a taut tone in there that told him he could bounce anything off it with ease..

“Well it is apparent where your strengths are. I’m sure that the crowds will enjoy seeing you do a couple of dances.”

“I won’t be doing any dances! I haven’t danced a day in my life.”

“You need not worry, I’m sure you will be proven to be quite efficient with them in time. All you need is experience and a quick spell and you shall be good.”

“But I don’t want to have a fat ass!” Patrick stomped.

“Considering the headaches the two of you have given me tonight I think that it is only fitting that the both of you do.”

Patrick and Arthur glared at her, but were brought out of their musings by another powerful pleasing assault. This time though, it came from between their legs. They rolled their shoulders and breathed a little harder as they struggled to restrain themselves. Suddenly their decently sized junk started shrinking.

The two of them held their privates as they shrunk. Their breathing picked up. Patrick quickly rubbed it, savoring every bolt of erotic heat that made him crave more. It got harder and yet it continued to shrink into his privates. They could only put their fingers ever so slightly, and yet they couldn’t. Then they tried to slip their fingers underneath the stockings, but they remained put as of someone had nailed them shut.

They couldn’t restrain their instincts and began to please themselves, massaging and stroking the erect mounds as much as they could. They shoved their balls into their bodies with no hesitation. The only thing on their minds was to please themselves and seeing how they could reach the next high. A new wave of juices came out between their legs, earning a dopey pleased smile from the two. The two bellowed in delight as their balls transformed into ovaries.

Arthur and Patrick panted heavily and brushed their hair to the side, matting down the sweat in it. They caressed and teased their new holes, but couldn’t fully explore them as they wished. Their fingers went to the leotards and tried to pull them out, but still they were denied from moving it. They came down from their high and the glee they had disappeared. They pressed down on their crotch and frowned. Their breathing picked up again. Realization struck them like a thunderbolt.

Tears formed in Patrick’s eyes. “No!”

“I should have known that the two of you would be so eager to explore your new anatomy. Tell do the two of you recall what you were thinking of before you passed out?”

Arthur gulped, struggling to keep some sense of proper decorum. “We told you we don’t remember anything that happened last night.”

Morgan frowned. “So you say. I suppose that we can only let our imagination tell us what was going through your minds at the time. ”

Patrick and Arthur groaned as a sudden sharp bout of pain came over their faves. They held them, wincing slightly as if someone had just punched them in the face with brass knuckles. A crack came from their cheeks as they struggled. They flinched and forced themselves to touch their faces again. To their shock, they could feel their bones shifting around. A crunch came from their noses as the bridges moved. At the same tie, their lips swelled. A sharp burn came from their eyes that made them close.

She turned on TV again and this time they could see what was happening real time. What shocked them the most was the faces they had now. Instead of their faces in the video were those belonging to the prettiest most beautiful woman in their lives.

Both of their faces were mature with refined features that looked more fitting for goddesses. Soft plump lips ripe for action. Small dainty noses that perfectly suited their faces. A gentle heart-shape that would have drawn everyone in. They poked and prodded there features. The foreign features made their faces pale and their hearts go cold.

Patrick looked at Arthur and stared at the majestic beauty she was now. Her face burned as she looked at her friend’s face. There was no question in her mind that it was worthy of a top class beauty. She wanted to reach and caress her new features, to feel what they would be like in her hands. Even now her loin burned at the thought of jacking off to how pretty Arthur had become.

Arthur looked at Patrick and her face flushed. The recent bout of heat made her slam her thighs together. Her hands itched to run them over her face, especially at the fight of the prodigious behind she had.

“The two of you will certainly be getting much attention with how pretty you are.”

“I don’t…I can’t believe it.” Patrick pulled on his lips, and put several fingers in her mouth as she pulled on her cheek.

“If you don’t start believing after all that has happened to you, it's any wonder you haven't gotten into any trouble till now.”

“I’m so pretty.” Arthur said and then tried a cute expression, which was immediately followed by a lewd one.

“The both of you are pretty.”

“No, I don't want to be pretty!”

A coughing fit came over the pair as they throats tightened. Scratchy moans came out of their mouths as they struggled to get their throats under control. With every rough cough and haggard moan  that came it rose a little higher every time.

They brought their hands up to their throats and could feel their Adam’s apple getting smaller. Instinct told them to move their hands away, but they couldn’t. Their fingers dug into their necks as they continued. When their Adam’s apple was fully gone they could finally move their hands away.

Morgan smiled. “Well then it seems ike your voices have finally changed. I must admit I am more then a little curious what you sound like now. Say whatever that you wish to say.”

Patrick and Arthur gulped. They looked at one another.

“C’mon, there is no need to be shy.”

Patrick glared. “We are not a pair of dogs.”

Her annoyance quickly disappeared and was replaced with confusion. Instead of her higher squeakier voice.

“Oh dear lord.” The strong seductive voice she had would have instantly made men erect.

“This is…” Arthur trailed off, thrown off by the strong regal, yet womanly voice she had that would have garnered the attention of all as if she was a king. Hidden underneath it, almost as if it was waiting to surprise someone was a slight seductive edge to it. “Oh my lord.”

“Good. I find your new voices much better to listen to compared to your old ones. I'm sure that you will be able to enrapture many with your new voices.”

Arthur and Patrick groaned as a sudden pain went through their waists. It was as if the leotards had become corsets with how they tightened on their frames. They tried with all their might to make them ease up on their bodies, but it proved to be a fruitless endeavor. It was as if a boa constrictor had wrapped itself around them and was forcing their bodies to shrink.

A cracking noise came from their waists as they got smaller. They rubbed the sides of their body, trying to earn some respite from them, no matter how small it might be. Their roaming hands earned small little bulbs that they focused on, but the loud cracks drew them out of their fantasies. It only finished when they had gained slender waists which emphasized the flair of their new sensual lower bodies.

“Isn’t there some sort of deal that we can work out or something.” Arthur stepped closer to Morgan, and again almost tripped. Still he tried to get closer and stretch out.

Patrick pulled on the chain and tried to tear it out of the wall. She put one foot on it and tried to push it off.

“You won’t have any luck trying to pull it down. They are bolted into the wall and enchanted further.”

“That isn’t going to stop me! Not after all this!” Patrick continued to pull onto the wall. She fell onto her plush rear and flinched at burst of pleasure that went through her body like a gun shut. She stood up again and grabbed the chain, only to stop when her arms felt off.

Arthur raised her arms and stared at them intently. She could see her nails that she had paid little attention to or thought to growing slightly longer. A refined edge appeared in them.

“Let me see your hands.” Arthur grabbed Patrick’s hands and studied them intently. To her horror, she saw Patrick’s were gaining the same refinement as her own.

They watched as their meaty digits shrunk. The rough calluses that they had gained from the years diminished with every second passed. Their palms adjusted seconds later, making their fingers no longer look like small twigs. It continued up the rest of their arms, who could only. The fat in their limbs was slowly but steadily replaced with muscle, as they gained a more refined look. A crack resounded from their bodies as their shoulders width diminished,. Patrick and Arthur rolled their shoulders around, trying to ease the dull ache from them.

“There we go, with those slender arms of yours I’m sure that you will be able to draw far more attention to yourselves.”

Arthur prodded her limbs and was pleasantly surprised to see they had gained some further definition. “Those are smarts.”

Patrick tightened his arms and was a little surprised by the slight muscle there. “I don’t know whether I should be angry or not considering how much flubber I just lost.”

“I would stay that you should be happier, because it will certainly help you get far more tips this way.”

“Of course you would say that since you’re the one transforming us.”

“Now with the rest of your bodies just about done, we can focus on the premiere aspects of your new occupation.”

Arthur and Patrick's flat chest pushed out. Two small lumps formed on their chests that rapidly swelled in size. Small spheres formed that made their faces pale, yet a warmth spread throughout their bodies.

“Are these breasts?” Patrick demanded.

“Yes they are. As bunny girls, most are drawn to women with a bigger bust. I have enough moderate and flat girls working for me. I need more employees with bigger breasts.”

Arthur grabbed the smaller mounds and tried to press down on them, hoping that she would be able to suppress them. Despite how hard she tried, her ballooning boobs continued to grow and push against her hands. “Is this also because of what happened earlier?”

“It is also because of the damage that you had wrought to my house, yes.” Morgan nodded.

Their chests continued to balloon. Their developing lumps called to them and demanded they play with them like new squeeze balls. Yet no matter how hard they demanded to be fondled but they refused. They rolled their shoulders back and focused on their breathing, but the weight and how their bunny outfits was like someone was expertly fondling them. Fair cleavage formed and the two gulped as the weight on their shoulders grew. Their blushes grew as the electric glee they felt so.

Patrick’s growth slowed much to her relief. Her now ripe apple sized breasts blocked her view and had a prominent presence. With how they weight on her shoulders, and jiggled ever so slightly they would always have a slight presence, as if they were reminding her of their existence.

While Patrick's breasts finished growing, Arthur’s knockers continued to swell larger. The already impressive mounds she had on her chest weighed heavily on her back. Whenever she seemed to have gotten used to the weight and size, they would throw her off even further. It was only when they had become an immense G-cup that all would notice.

Morgan could only stare at Arthur’s new bust. She looked at Patrick’s and then down at her own modest bust.

“I did not intend for it to work as well as it had, but I will not complain about the results. Especially when it comes to business.”

Patrick smirked. “Afraid of making your bust bigger?”

Morgan turned to Patrcik with a flat look. She raised her staff and Patrick gasped. She pawed at the front of her suit, but couldn’t slip her fingers inside. Her hands went to her breasts and squeezed and fondled them like a bitch in heat.

Arthur gulped. “Why did you do that?”

“It was rude and letting him explore his body in such a manner seems like the perfect way for her to learn the error of her mistakes.”

“But there is one last thing that needs to be done before the two of you are ready I think.”

With a snap of her fingers, Patrick and Arthur’s hair spilled out behind them. It tickled their ears and trailed past them. Their hair brushed against the back of their necks and they cheeks. Arthur’s hair moved and styled itself into a ponytail.

As it grew the color of their hair changed. Small golden specks appeared in Arthur’s hair, while dark burgundy, almost purple appeared in Patrick’s. The silky shine of their new color dominated their previous black hair, as if they were being moved. When it was over the both of them had long beautiful hair that would have made many stop and stare. Neither of them paid too much thought to their new hair, far to lost in their new delicious curves to pay them any mind.

Arthur kept running her hands over her new curves. She couldn’t bring herself to stop. They kept sending out enticing little shocks that made her feel so good.

“There we go. Now that your bodies are done. Everything else should be settling in now.”

Arthur bit her lip. “Settling in? What do you mean?”

Morgan smirked. “The mental changes that will ensure you two bunnies shall be nice and compliant.”

Only a moment of panic flashed on their face before the two of them grinned. They ran their fingers through their hair and over their curves again, admiring every little delicate bit.

Morgan smiled. “Your shifts shall begin later tonight. Once we get you on the payroll. But first why don’t you take a seat and pose for me. I need something for my page and the two of you will definitely be going on the website.”

Artoria and Scathach moved. Artoria wrapped her arms around Scathach’s waist, while Scatchah placed a hand on Artoria’s shoulder. Their legs crossed, but they kicked them out, making sure their long luscious legs were in perfect view.

“Now smile.” Morgan raised her camera. A flash went off that blinded the two of them for a moment. Mrgan smiled at the picture. “Now then perhaps you two could provide a good show. A little something for the customers you’ll be having in the future.