PoC: Pit Bunny Tg (credit to KiriKasei) (Patreon)

"Let's see, so far we've got a bunny waitress, a bunny dealer, let's do something a little different for the next one...What else is casino-y? Show girl? Nah, that’s not really my thing..." Nagisa stroked her chin. She really didn't think this meeting through, and just assumed the creativity would come to her the day of.

Alas... She walked through the casino, gazing at the sea of slot zombies, searching for whatever inspiration she could find. Nothing. Her train of thought was interrupted by a drunk man being hoisted by the collar by two security guards. "I've got it!" Nagisa said, "My dealer could use a little backup..."

Kyle finally managed to squeeze into a spot at Cassie's table. When he was told of a priests' meeting at a casino, he didn't expect any of them to be working it. Cassie did seem like a natural though. Her blackjack table was becoming the most popular in the house, and people were spending more on dealer tips than on bets...but there'd be no way he could deal with a crowd like this.

Casinos really bring out the sleaziest people—if they were clearly making Cassie uncomfortable, Kyle would shrink in a millisecond from all the aggression. Nagisa, please don't make me have to work here, with these people. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Nagisa.

"Cassie has attracted quite the ruckus. Don't you think she could use some help?"

"I...I don't know if I'm qualified for the job."

"Nonsense! You just need a little more confidence!" Nagisa winked as she finger-gunned him.

A warmth spread from Kyle's chest. His flesh felt softer as his body slowly shrunk in height. His thighs and ass bulged with extra fat, complimenting his widening hips. Does she really think I can better handle the crowd like this? Though he was anticipating it, he couldn’t help but gasp when something disappeared between her thighs.

She gazed at her dainty hands. I’ll need something more than this. Something more…more… she clenched her fists, and a surge of strength shot through them as her arms overflowed with muscle. …more…powerful! She ecstatically flexed her entire body. Her thick thighs bulged again—but this time, with muscle.

Nagisa watched her latest creation admiring her own body. "Okay, so I've got down the muscles and the role, but what else...what else..." Kyle flexed her pecs, and a modest set of breasts erupted from her chest.  "She shouldn't just be another bunny girl...She should be..."  Kyle bounced her pectorals, smiling in awe as her breasts grew bigger and bigger with every movement of her chiseled muscles. The rest of her torso was rock steady, yet her swelling tits were bouncing like crazy. “All right, girl, you’re making me lose my train of thought.” Kyle’'s chest was threatening to rip her shirt. Nagisa pursed her lips. "Ahh, screw creativity!"

Snap!

Kyle's hair turned white as a snowshoe hare as two rabbit ears popped up atop her head. Her clothes changed into a bunny suit not too dissimilar from Cassie's as a bunny tail topped her fat ass. However, Kyle's changes took a bit more...extreme turn. Her left forearm solidified into metal as it became a robotic arm, and her right leg followed suit. She stared at her augmented appendages. Inhuman strength…now nobody will mess with me.

Her face shifted, her extravagant eyelashes fluttering as her countenance took on a very familiar appearance... "I have to admit, Cara, I took some...heavy inspiration for your new look. I hope you're satisfied?"

"Oh, I love it!" Cara said, in a voice exactly like Sayaka Kinoshita's. “With this body, I can handle anything!” She flexed her body. Her quadriceps bulged in her pantyhose, her abs bulged through her leotard, and her massive tits bulged out of her bra. As far as she was concerned, she was the perfect woman. The perfect woman...to run this place.

"Hey babe, nice cosplay of Mirk...oof!" Cara effortlessly pushed through the crowd of drunkards and hustlers, positioning herself behind Cassie. She gazed at the half-dozen tables under her control. She was the best pit boss on the floor, her senses as honed as her muscles. That guy on Table 3 might be counting, I'll keep an eye on him...Dealer on 4 needs to watch his hand better...and on Table 1...

Her gaze returned to Cassie's table. Two meatheads kept pestering Cass, and throwing their chips around like crumbs at a duck pond. One simple glare from Cara and they tucked their tails between their legs. And the guy next to them...this asshole thought he was clever, sitting at the corner of the table, trying to be subtle with that mirror on his wristwatch, catching any sloppy peeks at the dealer's hand.

Cassie was too good to give this moron anything, but that didn't mean Cara could let this slide. She walked back around the table, standing right behind him. "Sir, can you please come with me?" The man turned around, and gawked at the amazonian bunny woman looking down at him. He didn't even bother hiding how his eyes darted up and down her body.

"Wow! I mean...y–yes, ma'am!" he said, his tongue barely contained in his mouth. Cara groaned, and grabbed him by his collar. She dragged the cheater across the casino floor with one arm, as he laughed sheepishly. There was nothing in this job that annoyed her more than scum who didn't take her seriously. Oh well, he'd learn in a few minutes that the punishment he was about to get was going to be a lot more literal than whatever "punishment" he was imagining in his perverted mind.

Nagisa watched as Cara effortlessly tossed the cardsharp through the employees-only door. "Well, she should certainly clean this place up—at least, as clean as a place like this could be." She left the table, hearing murmurs among the crowd of how that pit boss looked just like a certain anime character.

Even the normally dead-eyed people at the slots had perked up, lauding the strong and very familiar-looking bunny girl who just took out some garbage. Maybe Nagisa's lack of creativity was for the better this time—though judging from the comments around her, Cara was going to have to get used to a lot of people calling her "Mirko".