Bunny Proper Reparations (Artoria and Scathach TG) (Patreon)

Patrick groaned as he came to his senses. He first noticed that something cold was wrapped around his ankles. The next thing he noticed was that it was a manacle connected to the wall.

“What the fuck?”

Patrick looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He was in a luxurious game room. Expensive leather couches, seats, game systems, and antiques were all over 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. However, he relaxed when he saw his friend Arthur on an oversized red and gold couch, hugging a pillow like a teddy bear.

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

"Let me sleep man." Arthur groaned as his eyes slowly opened. He noticed that he was holding a pillow and stretched. The clanking of the chain around his foot made him jump. “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. “I remember us having a couple of drinks and then nothing.”

They heard the door open. Again they looked around, trying to find where it was coming from. Footsteps got closer, and they looked for anything they could use to protect themselves. A woman called out. “Good, you two are finally awake.”

At once they turned and saw a beautiful woman around their age. She had long silvery blonde hair styled in a ponytail that shined like sparkling silver. Her skin was pale and fair, giving her an almost fairy-like appearance. Yet, what stood out the most were her bright cold blue eyes that made them think a doll was staring at them.

Patrick glared 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. “I find that hard to believe we would let ourselves be chained up down here.

“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 each other. Their minds scrambled, wondering what they had done in their drunkenness.

Arthur cleared his throat. “We were celebrating our college 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.”

“Thank you. 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 to the coffee table and grabbed a TV remote. She turned on the TV and changed it to a security camera feed to a living room.

Arthur and Patrick watched, wondering what they would see. Then, a car broke through one of the walls, making them jump. Their hearts fell into their chests when they noticed the make and model of the vehicle. The car door opened, and Patrick stepped out of the passenger side, to their dismay, while Arthur exited the driver's seat. They sloppily shut the doors, laughing as if they were at a comedy club.

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

Patrick giggled and then raised his hands. “Woohoo!”

Then the two of them passed out on the floor, their faces falling into the rubble. They could faintly hear snoring coming from them on the screen right as Morgan entered the room.

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

“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 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. All 7 Million of it.”

“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.

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

Arthur pulled on the collar of his shirt. “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 will get every penny owed out of you, while you two will be content with the results.”

Patrick moved closer to the wall. “You’re not going to sell our kidneys are you?”

Morgan blinked and looked at him as if he had spoken insane gibberish. “I already told you I won't harm you. That would be too troublesome and ruin my clothes.”

“The chains would argue otherwise.” Arthur said.

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

“Well considering our current situation and 7 million is…a large amount of money, its easy to see why we would think that isn't it?"

“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 we would be able to pay you back anytime soon working there. Not that I’m complaining or anything if we can keep this out of court. Still there is other stuff that we would need to worry about as well. Damage to our car, food bills, and other stuff.”

“You need not worry about any expenses. They shall be covered while you work 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 the tip of it.

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

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. The buttons and breast pocket on Arthur’s shirt disappeared. Their shirts wrapped around the base 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 tail formed on the back of the leotards, just above their butts.

Their pants thinned. Like with their shirts, the various studs melded into the fabric along with their zippers and pockets. Their pants softened and hugged their legs tighter. Brown splotches appeared on Patrick's pants, while Arthur's khaki pants gained blue spots. 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.

The holes and laces of their shoes disappeared as they changed. Their shoes hardened as a more defined point appeared. The back of their feet rose as if they were standing on the tips of their toes. White spots appeared on Arthur's clothes, while purple ones appeared on Patrick's.

“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 appeared on 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 than a minute, Patrick’s 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, Arthur’s stockings were a bright baby blue, and 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, we would have to deal with more normal human regulation. This way, the only laws we have to follow are our own. But that hardly matters in this case.

Arthur composed himself. “I’m sure it matters in the eyes of whatever law your people have."

“Because of what you two have done I am free to transform you as I wish."

Patrick spat. “Bullshit!”

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

Arthur said. “But what about the mundane, or whatever you call normal police officers? And that isn’t including any 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 their hips widened. They watched in horrified awe as they grew, unable to turn away. Their stockings stretched across their hips and lower body, filling their minds with fantasies of someone gently massaging their hips. The fabric pressed down on their flat buttocks while at the same time riding them. It was as if someone was gently rubbing their hips. They tried to stop themselves from gaining any pleasure but couldn't help but roll their hips in tandem with every burst. After a little bit, the two of them had wide hips that rivaled their shoulder's width and would have garnered the admiration of many.

“Jesus Christ.” Arthur grabbed his hips and gulped at their new girth. He blushed as a hint of excitement filled his body.

“...Well I don't care what you have! You're going to stop this right now!” Patrick marched forward to grab her and almost tripped as the chain kept him back.

The heels Patrick and Arthur wore tightened around their feet as if they were stuck in a compactor. Small crackles and pops came from their feet, their toes moving on their own. The process continued up their calves, which diminished and gained the same refined muscle. Unlike the rest of their lower legs, their thighs swelled. Their thighs stretched their stockings further, tickling their changing legs and making them shudder in horrified glee. As quickly as the process began, it ended when they had thick developed thighs that would always have a slight ripple. Now their legs were perfect examples for women to strive for and a reason to stay in shape.

Patrick shuddered in thinly veiled aroused glee. His fingers pressed deeper into his larger thighs, sending bolts of erotic electricity that made him moan.

Arthur massaged his thighs, losing himself in the pleasing softness they had. Every little nudge earned a little ember of heat that cried out for 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 clung to their previous position. The pantyhose slipped from his fingers and smacked his thighs, 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 fit right in 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 rounding out.

“Oh no!” Arthur grabbed his butt. He shuddered as a warm 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 patted their altering rear ends, unsure what to make of it. Every little prod sent a bolt of glee through their bodies. Their growing rears called out to them to examine and get a feel for their expanding curve. With every second, the call grew until they could no longer resist. Their leotards dug deeper between their buns. They tried to adjust it, but it continued to dig deeper. Finally, 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 inched closer to their members, which were stronger than steel. Yet neither could bring themselves to play with their junk just yet.

Arthur’s cheeks growth came to an end when his rear gained a savory curve that would give everyone a pleasant view as he walked. 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 ass demanded physical stimulation.

When Arthur’s stopped growing, Patrick’s expansion slowed. Patrick cupped his lower cheeks, his fingers, delighting in the erotic bursts. He pulled his hands away,  but his round cheeks demanded he grasp them again. His fingers twitched. He gulped. Struggling to fight back against his impulses.

Patrick shook his head, feeling like he had climbed down from an intense drunk-induced high. He looked over his shoulder and stared at his new, improved hindquarters with perverted awe. His hand moved and caressed it, his fingers hardly going in. Yet, even through the fabric, he could feel a taut tone that told him he could bounce a coin off it.

“Well it is apparent where your strengths are. I’m sure the customers will enjoy seeing you two dance.”

Patrick said. “I haven’t danced a day in my life!”

“You need not worry, I’m sure you will be quite efficient in time. All you need is experience and a quick spell and you will be an expert.”

“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 then gasped as if someone was sucking on their scrotums. They breathed harder as their junk started shrinking. The two of them slowly rubbed their privates, savoring every bolt of erotic heat that made them crave more. Their rods hardened, and yet they continued to get smaller. They tried to slip their fingers underneath their clothes, but the fabric didn’t move as if someone had glued them shut. Finally, the remains of their fifth limbs entered their bodies, forming new holes down there that made them scream in glee.

They shoved their balls into their bodies with one hard shove. The only thing on their minds was pleasing themselves and seeing how they could reach the next high. A new wave of juices came out from their unexplored holes, earning a dopey pleased smile from the two. Then, the two bellowed in delight as their balls transformed into ovaries.

Arthur and Patrick panted heavily and brushed their hair to the side. They caressed and teased their new holes through their clothes. Seconds later, they came down from their high, and the glee they had disappeared. They pressed down on their crotches and frowned. Their breathing picked up again as terrified 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 me, do the two of you recall what you were thinking 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 imagine what was going through your minds at the time.”

Patrick and Arthur groaned as a sudden sharp pain came over their faces. They held them, wincing as if someone had punched them with brass knuckles. A cracking noise came from their cheeks. For a moment, they pulled their hands away and then 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.

Morgan turned on the TV again, and they could see what was happening in 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 most beautiful women they had ever seen. Their faces were mature, with refined features that looked more fitting for goddesses. They had large soft, plump lips ripe for action. Small dainty noses that perfectly suited their faces. A gentle heart shape that would have drawn everyone in.

Patrick looked at Arthur and stared at the majestic beauty she was now. Her hand reached out to caress Arthur's new features, but she stopped. Her loins burned, aching at the thought of jacking off to how pretty Arthur had become.

Arthur looked at Patrick, and her face flushed. She slammed her thighs together.  'He's so pretty now!'

“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 her lips and then stretched her cheek.

“If you don’t start believing after all that has happened to you, then you truly are the thick sort.”

“I’m so pretty,” Arthur said and then tried a cute expression and then a lewd one.

“The both of you are pretty.”

A coughing fit came over the pair as their throats burned as if they had swallowed sand. Scratchy moans came out of their mouths as they hacked and swallowed their saliva, desperately trying to get it under control. With every rough cough and haggard moan that came, the pitch of their voices 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. Morbid curiosity demanded they keep them there as they shrank. Their grip tightened with every little bit lost on them, and they could finally let go when they disappeared.

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, silently asking the other what to do.

'I want to make her happy.' The pair thought at once, wondering why they wanted to please her.

“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. The voice that came out of her lips was a strong yet seductive voice fitting for a strict mature teacher.

“Oh dear lord.”

“This is…” Arthur trailed off, thrown off by her firm yet womanly voice that would have garnered the attention of all as if she were a king. “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 as they got smaller. The leotards tightened around their bodies as if they had become boa constrictors. They tried to ease the pain with all their might, but it only worsened no matter how hard they tried to adjust their clothing. Cracking noises followed as it got smaller, making them panic further. They rubbed the sides of their body, trying to earn some respite from them, no matter how small it might be. Their mid-sections finished changing when they had become small, refined, 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 from the chain.

Patrick pulled on the chain and tried to tear it from the wall. She put one foot on it and attempted to push herself off it. Her fingers slipped, and she fell onto her plush rear and flinched as a burst of pleasure went through her body like a gunshot.

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

“That isn’t going to stop me! Not after all this!” Patrick stood up 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 grow longer. A refined edge appeared in them.

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

They watched as their meaty digits shrunk. The rough calluses they had gained over the years diminished with every second. Their palms adjusted seconds later, making their fingers no longer look like small twigs. The fat in their limbs was steadily replaced with muscle as they gained a more refined look. A crack resounded from their bodies as their shoulders width diminished, giving them a rounder appearance.

“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 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 chests pushed out. Two small lumps formed on their chests that rapidly swelled in size. Small circular shapes formed, which 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 her mounds and pushed them down, hoping that she would be able to suppress them. Instead, an electric heat went through her body. The need between her legs blossomed, and she went weak in the knees. Yet she refused to let that stop. She tried to suppress her ballooning boobs, but they continued to grow, forcing her hands to adjust. “Are we getting big breasts because of what happened earlier?”

“Yes.”

Their chests ballooned, demanding their owners play with them like stress balls. Yet no matter how hard they called out to be fondled, they refused to act on it. Instead, they rolled their shoulders back and focused on their breathing, but the weight and how their bunny outfits were like someone was expertly stroking every little curve and their nipples. Modest cleavage formed, and the two gulped as the weight on their shoulders grew.

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 weighed 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. Her already impressive mounds strained her back muscles with every new centimeter added. A slight tear-drop shape formed that became more apparent as gravity pulled on them, yet the leotard forced her breasts up as if putting them on display. Whenever she seemed to have gotten used to the weight and size, they would throw her off even further by continuing to grow. It was as if someone had put weights on her chest and were increasing the weight. Their growth finally finished when her knockers had become an immense G-cup that rivaled her noggin and weight on her body like barbells.

Morgan stared at Arthur’s new bust. She looked at Patrick’s and then down at her own breasts. “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 pointed her staff at Patrick and fired a beam at him. Patrick gasped and pawed at the front of her suit to slip it off like a ravenous animal but couldn’t slip her fingers inside it. Seeing the futility of it, 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.”

Morgan tapped her staff on the ground. “But there is one last thing that needs to be done before the two of you are ready I think.”

Patrick and Arthur’s hair spilled out behind them in one burst. Their hair tickled their ears and trailed past them. It brushed against the back of their necks and their cheeks. In seconds it already passed their shoulders, gently touching their bodies. Arthur’s hair moved and styled itself into a ponytail with the grace and ease of someone who has done it for a lifetime.

As their hair lengthened, the color of their hair changed. Tiny golden specks appeared in Arthur’s hair, while dark burgundy, almost purple, appeared in Patrick’s. The new color dominated their black hair and trailed after the tips of their hair. A new healthier shine appeared in it as its volume of it increased. When it was over, they had long, beautiful hair that would have made many stop and stare. Neither paid too much thought to their new hair, far too lost in their delicious curves to pay them any mind.

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

Arthur bit her lip, still caressing every supple curve of her body. “Settling in? What do you mean?”

Morgan smirked. “The mental changes that will ensure you two bunnies shall be nice and compliant, Artoria, Scathach. I figured you I would see your original selves go in person.”

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 delicate bit.

Morgan smiled. She snapped her fingers, and the chains on their ankles disappeared. “Your shifts shall begin later tonight, after we get you on the payroll. I will need to set up profiles for you two on our website, but first why don’t you two take a seat and pose for me. I think you two wrapped around each other and sharing a chair would make a good picture.”

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

Morgan sent her staff away and summoned a camera. “Smile.”

A flash went off that blinded the two bunnies. Morgan 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. But show me your dancing skills now. I need to make sure they have come in perfectly."

"Yes mistress." The two muttered dumbly and then began to put on their first show of many.