The Bun who know too much (Bimbofication)

Howdy folks!

Goddamn, it has been hot over here the past week. I know it's worse elsewhere, but man, this country is not built to take the heat. Hopefully the heatwave is over now, and I can get some proper sleep at night!

In the meantime, here, have a story. This one can fit in continuity with the Serenity series I'm steadily working on, but it can also stand on its own, I think. Enjoy!

(Ha, may have posted this one a bit early - not actually sure how that happened. Oops. Oh well!)

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Becca the casino bunny couldn’t help but feel something was off.

It was the strangest feeling, one that made her draw up short in the middle of her sexy strut down the central promenade, made her pause and look around. Why did she feel so strange all of a sudden? Why did it feel like something was wrong? Everything was perfect, just like it always was… Right?

Glitz, glamour, and gold galore, the Wrecker Platinum was, without a doubt, the greatest casino of all time. Coloured lights shone from every angle, cheerful musical bleeps and alluring serenades sang from every unused station left in attract mode. Guests of all kinds and creeds wandered the halls at their leisure, drifting from sight to sight, or focusing in on games of their choice, all eager to win it big.

And why shouldn’t they? Every prize imaginable was on offer, every game worth even a casual bet was on display. Slot machines lined the halls, fancy carpets of every hue of the rainbow guided gambler’s feet, and, of course, for every potential big spender, there was a beautiful, bountiful bun at their side, ready to tend to their every need.

Just like her! Becca giggled as she checked herself over and remembered just how hot she was. Thick thighs tanned to chocolatey perfection were wrapped in white nylon silk stockings, all the way from her dainty, high-heeled feet, right the way up to her incredible ass (and yes, she did say so herself). This booty, snug in its copper coloured coating thanks to her bunny suit leotard and topped by a white puff-ball tail for good measure, attracted eyes like a magnet whenever she gave it a shake, and she made sure to swing it with every step when she was on duty. Yep, even now she could tell that she wasn’t even in the top ten of people checking out her fine behind.

Of course, just as many were taking in her tits. And why shouldn’t they? These knockers were killer! Even squeezed up tight in her bodice-like bunny suit, everyone could see her boobs had bounce. The cute little bow-tie laying just over the top of her cleavage drew the eye, but it was definitely her chest that kept it. These babies were bigger than her head, no question! Though, some customers couldn’t believe they were real and needed to check with their hands. Those were the fun kind of clients~

And to top it all off, naturally, her face was as cute as a button! Bright brown eyes, dark, pouty lips, lengthy lashes, a touch of professional makeup, and a long dark ponytail that she could whip someone with if she turned around fast enough (but she only did that if they asked nicely). Capped off, of course, with a tall brown pair of bunny ears… Oh yeah, she was perfection.

Yes, in her opinion, she was definitely one of the best buns of the crop – and considering the competition? Either she was well and truly drop dead gorgeous, or the only thing bigger than her tits was her ego. But hey, why couldn’t it be both? No one who worked at the Wrecker Platinum was anything less than a 15 out of 10.

… Well, maybe some of the Game Masters, but that was a different thing.

Anyway, didn’t she have better things to do than checking herself out in the middle of the promenade? Like, she was pretty sure she did. Life as a casino bun was all go go go. There were always gamblers to flatter, customers to entice, clients to seduce… Fun fun fun~

What had she been… Oh yeah! Something was off, wasn’t it?

The feeling came back to her almost as soon as she ended her self-inspection, a wave of wrongness cresting over her as she looked around. Suddenly everything felt weird, and an uncomfortable weird at that. Her surroundings felt foreign and unfamiliar. Her outfit felt awkward and tight. Even her body felt bizarre. Like, where the hell did these mega-mammaries come from?!

But… Huh? Hadn’t she always had these?

Then, as quickly as it started, the wave of wrong ended, leaving her feeling disorientated, but no longer a stranger in her own skin. She snapped back to herself, and everything was normal again. Her body felt right and natural once more.

Becca bounced in place a little to make sure, and nodded proudly at the familiar jiggling from her tits. All was right with the world. Or so she wished.

But now she knew something was wrong. There was no way she imagined such an unpleasant sensation. But what was the cause? Where had all that wrongness come from? She could still feel it slightly, in the back of her head, and it was annoying. She’d never be able to serve her clients properly if she didn’t get this dealt with!

Though, uh…. She had no idea how to do that…

So, pouting with annoyance, the bunny strutted down the hall, a glamorous nail pressed against her shiny wet lips as she let herself sink into deep thought. It wasn’t something she did much of, honestly, and it kind of showed. But then, who cared? You didn’t hire casino buns to think big thoughts, you hired them to swing big tits!

Hah. What a strange thing to think. Wasn’t she proud of her intelligence?

… Uh, no? C’mon. She wasn’t a total ditz, sure, but you weren’t going to be powering any lightbulbs with her brain, were you? It was fine, dumb was cute these days.

Oof. There was that wrong feeling again. That one really made her head spin. Why? What was going on?

Becca sighed. This sucked. She didn’t want to be acting like this around customers – she was supposed to be a big booby booty bimbo bun for them. A simple bit of fun to lure them into spending the night, or into spending too much on a bad bet and ending up as one of the prizes. She liked it that way! So what was going on?

“Attention, attention!” Speakers above blared. “If you’ve not been keeping up with the latest PLATINUM WRECK OFFICAL DUEL, then now’s the perfect time to jump in! There’s only one challenger left against the Game Master, and you can bet they’ll be ready to make every card count as we enter round 13 of the fight!”

The chocolate bunny’s attention was easily yanked away from her current musings by the flashing lights and booming voices. On screens over the walkways, she saw dozens of views of the main arena, the centrepiece of this entire complex. It was a super cool attraction, where the current Champion of the casino, the Game Master themselves, duelled against challengers who wanted to take his or her throne, in Platinum Wreck, the card game produced by the Casino itself.

Matches were always popular. Everyone lined up to watch a good duel! Even now there was a bustling crowd hovering around watching the screens, made up of fans who hadn’t been able to get seats in the stands. Just seeing them left Becca struggling with the urge to grab a serving tray and start handing out complimentary drinks…

But you know, it was strange. Yeah, she was feeling strange again as she looked up at the screens, watching the arena generate a new batch of holographic areas for the duellists to fight over. It all seemed so familiar. She felt like… Like she’d seen that arena somewhere before… Like she’d been there, herself, in person…

The ground shook as the shots of another volley card arced down into the ground, obliterating yet more card-viable terrain. Rebecca gritted her teeth, dodging the destruction and the decimation of her remaining Vital Points by a hair’s breadth. She wasn’t out of this game yet!

But the situation was getting pretty dire. She was running out of cards to play, and ground to play them on. This Gme Master was every bit as good as his title implied, unlike the last few who’d claimed the crown through luck. Of all the opponents to get…

The brunette shuffled through her deck as she ran, desperately hunting for a card that would change the flow of battle. She had to have something.

Errant the Nova? No, she’d played her in round 3. She the Shining King? Deleted from her hand in round 7. Rgh, come on, what did that leave her?

The holographic mountainous square she’d been standing on cracked and crumbled, leaving her diving for a floating platform at the last second. At this point the arena was a mismatch of small squares of different bonus granting terrains, and small levitating devices between them, all surrounded by a swirling sphere of rainbow light. She’d always been curious what a real Platinum Wreck match looked like from the inside, and now she was regretting ever finding out. It looked so much easier when you were watching the camera feeds.

There’d be people out there watching her match now too. And they were probably betting against her…

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, damnit! She’d had a plan. She wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t just going to look like a loser out here…!

Becca gasped as she came back to herself, realising she’d just been stood zoned out in the middle of the throughfare like a complete ditz. She glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to have noticed. Most people were either too captivated watching the show in the arena, or they were captivated by bunny boobs instead.

But what had all of that been about? Where had it come from? It felt like a memory, a flashback of some kind, but who the hell was Rebecca? Ugh, she’d felt so drab and boring, and her tits had barely bounced at all! Ew.

So why had it felt so right?

There was a flash on the screens, and as the bunny girl looked back up, the final opponent fell, the victory theme ringing out through the entire casino.

“Annnnnd that’s the luck of the draw for you folks!” The announcers cheered. “Our challengers gave it the best they could, but it looks like they couldn’t hope to compete against the Game Master!”

It was true. As she watched, she and the rest of the audience were treated to a slow-motion replay of the Challenger – some cute guy with short blonde hair, wearing a wizard robe – getting blasted by the Game Master’s signature star cannon card. His eyes went wide as his Vitality Points hit 0, and then before he could react, the ground opened up beneath him, and he plummeted down below the arena, into the swirling pink vortex below.

“They gambled it all and lost folks – but that’s why we love ‘em! You’ve got to be willing to give it all in order to have a shot at the biggest prize!”

That was right. Defeat the Game Master, and you took their throne, along with everything they had. And the Game Master was a god in the Platinum Wrecker. Power, wealth, an army of beautiful bunny girls… Many tried to win that prize. And watching the Game Master, a man dressed in golden armour, with a pair of giggling buns on either arm, you could perhaps see the attraction…

But Becca had other things on her mind. Uncharacteristic wrinkles were lining on the bun’s brow, her eyes tightening as a frown formed, locked on that swirling pink light. She remembered this part to. She remembered…

… She remembered falling…

… Falling…

Falling!

Shit, no! Had she lost? She swore she had more Vital Points left. Unfair! Cheaters! No way could she possibly have… Have… Uh…

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered as the pink light intensified. It was everywhere, wrapped around her, caressing her, cradling her. She could feel its warmth start to seep into her, melting into her core. It felt deliciously good, sugary sweet and sublime, gently urging her to relax and let go, as if she was receiving a gentle massage…

No no no, she, she didn’t want this! She wanted to win! She wanted everyone to respect her! She didn’t want… didn’t want…

… want to…

… want to stare…. Into the pretty light…

The brunette’s lips parted, her mouth resting open as the light continued to swirl around her, hypnotic patters beaming straight into her brain through her eyes. The more she struggled, the more she tried to resist, the faster they spun, twisting her mind around and around and around…

And then wringing it like a sponge.

The falling maiden groaned as she felt her mind melt, heat blossoming inside her and making her body just as malleable as she felt. Pleasure echoed through her being, ringing through every nerve. It was as if she could feel parts of her self being shifted, rerouted, being used for new, better purposes.

She could definitely feel her curves starting to swell.

The brunette had never been a curvaceous girl. Her bra was a-cup, and even the tightest jeans never seemed tight on her hips. But that was absolutely changing now. Her bust was stretching out in front of her, boobs bobbing up and down with every cup size they gained, glistening in the pink light. And she could feel her ass matching them, each widening of her hips accompanied by a hop of  indescribable delight.

Rebecca… Rebecca… Becca giggled as her bunny suit formed around her, squishing her enhanced curves into a delightfully scandalous copper coloured leotard, with plenty of squeeze in the hips and space in the cleavage. Heels appeared on her feet and bunny ears popped up on her head, as an eager smile on her lips.

Then at long last her fall came to an end. The light disappeared, fading away. The vortex set her down in a staff corridor somewhere within the complex. She landed on perfect high heeled feet with a sigh and a stretch, letting her new body breathe for the first time. And then the casino’s newest bun strutted off to serve.

She couldn’t wait to find some customers~

The brown-haired bun blinked. Her frown turned into an irritated pout. She looked down at herself once again, bouncing her chest, and kicking out a leg to peer back at her behind. Then she set her foot back down and squinted up at the screen, focusing on the gold-plated Game Master.

“Son of a bitch,” Rebecca Rivers muttered.

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She’d come here with a team, she remembered now. She’d come here with a plan. She couldn’t remember what that plan was, exactly, but there had definitely been an objective she hoped to achieve by challenging the Game Master. That part clearly hadn’t worked out right.

The Platinum Wrecker was a part of a Zone. Yes, that word had come back to her. A place in the world where reality didn’t work right. Practically another realm, another dimension where the rules of physics only put in half as much work as usual, while time and space got drunk at the bar. That was how such an impossible dream like place became possible.

Zones were distortions in the fabric of reality, dangerous places that people stayed away from if they knew what was good for them. But so few people knew what was actually good for them. And some of these Zones made themselves very attractive.

Rebecca grunted as she pushed her way through an employee only door and strutted into the staff section of the casino. She couldn’t seem to stop strutting, actually – another part of being a bun. But it had its advantages, too. No one was going to look twice at her back here.

Where was she…? Oh yes. Zones were a thing. Everyone knew about them. Some parts of the world just worked differently. Officially, no one knew the reason why, but Rebecca had a funny feeling that she did… Or at least, she had before her brain got melted into her tits. Now she just had a vague hint that things were kinda complicated.

Anyway! Not important. She didn’t need to care about why this was all happening, she just needed to care about… Uh. Hm. Actually, what was she going to do now? She’d broken her conditioning, mostly, but she was still a slutty bunny. If she just left, would she be stuck like this? Not the worst fate in the world, but it still didn’t feel right…

And of course, she wasn’t the only one she had to think about. Judging by the Game Master’s victory screen, the rest of her team had run into problems as well. That had been one of her teammates, Jenny Bale, snuggling up against his golden chest and guiding his hand to squeeze her rear. Jenny was supposed to be the heavy hitter on the squad. Looked like things hadn’t worked out right for her, either.

There had been three of them, hadn’t there? Her head was still fuzzy on the details, but she remembered that much. Her, Jenny, and Claire. Here to… To…. To do something. Win the grand prize, maybe? Or, or put a stop to this place, bring this Casino down! Yeah, that sounded good. Turn her into a bimbo bun, would they…

Ugh. Rebecca stomped her foot, and then found herself blushing uncomfortably as her tits jiggled. A clear reminder of what had happened to her. Yep, no, she couldn’t just leave like this. She had to do something.

But what? What had the original plan been? How were they going to put a stop to this madness? Rgh, there had to be something she could do… Some way to screw things up for the stupid Game Master guy…

Wait! That was it! Sabotage! She could absolutely sabotage the game! Heh heh heh, maybe she could even take another swing at beating him in a duel! Everyone would tune in to watch a sexy bun show her stuff, right?

… Hm, she still had a bit of bimbo bouncing around in her brain, apparently. But the basic idea was sound! She knew everything about the layout of the casino, including where the games were run from. If she could sneak into the computer core and tinker about a bit, she was sure to be able to crash this place. Maybe she’d even be able to figure out a way to turn herself back!

Though, y’know, maybe she could keep, like, some of these curves. Just a couple of cup sizes, y’know?

… Yeah, no, she was definitely going to have to keep an eye on herself until she got all this slut taken out of her, geeze…

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The computer core of the Platinum Wrecker was incredibly advanced. It had to be, since it was responsible for running the entire building, monitoring all of the games, tracking all the currencies being exchanged, and, of course, generating a ton of holograms in the arena while broadcasting the footage to every screen in the Zone. That took an otherworldly amount of computational power.

It was also, somewhat understandably, protected by the full force of the casino’s security force. The core was sealed behind their head office, even! Sneaking past them was almost certainly impossible… for most people.

But security in the Platinum Wrecker was, of course, manned by countless legions of bunny girls. Buns were a versatile creature indeed. Especially these ones, dressed in black and white leotards instead of the colourful variety you found everywhere else. There were warning signs all around the casino not to play with the black and white buns, though some customers risked it anyway. The lucky ones walked away with only broken bones.

That was just going to happen when you advertised yourself as the greatest casino on earth – you were gunna get gamblers, right?

Rebecca was feeling like a bit of a gambler herself right now, in fact. Creeping past dozens of security stations, all staffed by deadly serious bunny girls, was a risk, even if she was a bunny girl too. And she’d managed to find a spare black and white costume in one of the changing rooms. Still, it felt like a big risk. One wrong move, and the eyes of all of those serious buns would look up from their security monitors and lock in on her directly.

Part of her thrilled at the thought of the attention and kept trying to wiggle her ass to get it, but she held strong against such urges. There would be time to play later. Or something. Just act like you belong, girl.

So, taking a deep breath – then releasing a bit of it back when she realised she was about to split her top – Rebecca strolled through the security office, her focus firmly on avoiding eye contact and keeping her hips relatively steady. Every time she saw movement she was sure she was about to get caught, every bunny passing her was a bunny she thought was about to attack…

… But before she knew it, she had reached the other end of the room, and no one had given her a second glance. Heck, she almost walked flat into the door she was trying to reach instead of opening it, she was so surprised at how quickly she got to it. But she quickly slipped inside, supressing a nervous giggle as she closed the door behind her, closing herself in the corridor to the computer room before letting out a sigh of relief.

Again, nearly bursting out of her top, but this time she didn’t mind so much.

This was it! The core was just past this hall. And there wasn’t even any guards in here! The door at the end didn’t even seem to have a lock on it. Heh, they must be really confident in their security forces – but security buns couldn’t protect you from another bunny~

Grinning, she stepped forward, pulling the door open, and-

- And a black gloved hand slid past her and pushed it shut again. “Becks, what are you doing?”

“Huh?” Blinking, the brunette bun turned around, and found herself face to face with a blonde bunny in a black security uniform. A blonde who, despite clear changes to her figure, looked quite familiar…

“Ohmigod, Claire!”

Overcome with a sudden surge of delight at seeing her friend, Rebecca couldn’t stop from throwing herself into a hug. Which was a little difficult, since both girls had quite a lot of boob to get in the way, but any sufficiently determined bun could get around that.

Claire just rolled her eyes, accepting the hug without resisting, but not really hugging back much in return. “Yes, yes, hi there Becks, good to see you, looking fine in the outfit, how’ve you been, lovely to see you…” She muttered, stroking the brunette’s back. “Now tell me what the hell you think you’re doing?”

Rebecca froze, still mid-hug, and then pulled back carefully. Right, Claire had been brainwashed too, hadn’t she? She probably didn’t remember the plan. Ooh, this could be awkward.

“Uh… Y’know… I’m just… Um. Inspecting… the core?”

The blonde’s look was flat as her old chest. “Uh huh. You, a greeter class bun, are inspecting the supercomputer that runs the facility. While wearing a stolen security uniform.” She tilted her head, her black bunny ears brushing the wall. “Not buying it, Becks.”

Uh oh. The brunette swallowed. “L-look. you don’t understand! This guy brainwashed us and turned us into bimbos! I’m just tryin’ to fix things!”

“Hey, he turned you into a bimbo,” Claire said, a black nailed finger poking her teammate in the chest. “I didn’t annoy him so much so he just gave me the curves. I threw off the brainwashing in like a day.”

“Buh… Huh?” Rebecca blinked. Wait. Claire… Wasn’t brainwashed?

“Look, I’m glad you finally woke up, Becks, but you can’t be messing around like this.” The blonde looked back over her shoulder nervously, as if she was worried they were going to be spotted. “You’re going to break our cover.”

“… Cover?” More blinking. The cotton fuzz in her brain was starting to feel awfully thick.

“Yes, cover!” Claire groaned, rubbing her face. “You know, the whole point of us being here? Sneak in, pretend to get brainwashed, then infiltrate the casino and gather intel. Don’t you remember the plan at all?”

… Was that the plan? That didn’t sound right! Or, it kind of did, but Rebecca still didn’t like it. How was she supposed to get her revenge if they just gathered intel? “Uh. I dunno. Maybe we should just break the computer. That’d be better, I think.”

The blonde groaned. “That wouldn’t do anything except annoy everyone. You might knock the Game Master off his throne – which’d screw over Jen, by the way, she’s got him wrapped around her pinky right now – but there’d just be another one tomorrow. That’s why we’re here in the first place, we’re supposed to be looking for the one actually in charge of this Casino, not the public idiot striding around in gold.”

Rebecca put a finger to her cheek, thinking her friend’s words over. She was saying a lot of stuff, but none of it seemed to be about how to undo this transformation and proving to everyone that she wasn’t just some loser! No, she was smart, she was skilled, and she wanted to prove it! She wanted a rematch, and she wanted to win!

“Kay, that sounds cool,” the brunette said, nodding as if she was listening, even as she turned back to the computer room. “We can do that. I’m just gunna go do my inspection then I’ll get right to it…”

There was a groan behind her, and then an anchoring hand on her shoulder. "Gawd, I knew you were too smart for this one. It's always how it goes with you brain boxy types. Like, you just can't handle being bimboed! You get all butthurt about it, and then you do stupid stuff that compromises the mission.”

“Lemme go!” Rebecca wasn’t listening, instead just trying to pull her way out of Claire’s surprisingly strong grip. “I’m just gunna tweak things a bit and get my rematch!”

“See this is exactly what I’m talking about.” The blonde sighed. “Okay, I’m just gunna have to calm you down and sort you out later, alright? I’ve got a mission to get back to.”

Huh? Calm her down? What was that supposed to mean? The brunette paused in her struggles, pouting – and then her eyes widened as Claire slapped a pink visor over her face. “Hey! Get this off o-Oooooohhh…”

She trailed off quickly as the visor switched on. A familiar shade of pink, swirling light filled her vision, and Rebecca instantly went limp in Claire’s arms. Such pretty colours…

“Theeere we go,” the blonde muttered, gently stroking her friend’s hair as she swept her up into her arms. “You just enjoy that for a bit. Forget all about the plan. You can just enjoy a nice vacation as a bimbo for a bit, and I’ll pick you up when we’re ready to leave. Sound good?”

Becca just giggled, her top growing tight as her tits swelled up another cup size.

“I thought so.”

-

Glitz, glamour, and gold galore, the Wrecker Platinum was, without a doubt, the greatest casino of all time. Coloured lights shone from every angle, cheerful musical bleeps and alluring serenades sang from every unused station left in attract mode. Guests of all kinds and creeds wandered the halls at their leisure, drifting from sight to sight, or focusing in on games of their choice, all eager to win it big.

And why shouldn’t they? Every prize imaginable was on offer, every game worth even a casual bet was on display. Slot machines lined the halls, fancy carpets of every hue of the rainbow guided gambler’s feet, and, of course, for every potential big spender, there was a beautiful, bountiful bun at their side, ready to tend to their every need.

And as the most eager, most beautiful, and by far the most bountiful bun in the entire service, Becca was determined not to let down the team! Like, she was gunna be the bestest bunny babe bimbo anyone had ever seen! Biggest tits, widest hips, and a bounce that could go all knight, if you knew what she meant~

Which, uh, she totally didn’t, but people really liked it when she said that for some reason so she made sure to say it with a wink and a wiggle every time. That got butts in seats real quick – or hands on her butt, either or!

Yes, life was bliss for this bimbo bun. She had a job she loved, a crowd that loved her, and that blonde babe from security kept coming around every couple of days to check on her. She was a real cutie! Yeah, things had been going, like, so super well lately, she couldn’t be happier!

And yet, it was the strangest thing, but something was kinda bugging her. Nothing major or anything, but, like, something… something-y, you know? Yeah, it was weird. Just kinda… How to put it?

Becca the casino bunny couldn’t help but feel something was off…