Anissa had been chosen to be the official Easter Bunny for her office, in charge of giving out a chocolate egg to each employee.
She saw it as a chance to really impress her boss with innovation in an unusual role, so that night she engaged her hypno-motivation recording that she always used when studying to help her retain information, and Googled “how to be a good bunny” and “how to deliver eggs”.
Unfortunately, the results that Google returned were… unhelpful. But under the effects of her hypnotic recording, Anissa studied them very closely anyway.
A little after midnight, she went and flushed her birth control pills down the toilet. Then she went out, and trawled sex shops in the red-light district – still open even late at night – until she found a bunny outfit like the ones she had seen online. It was pink, and it cupped her large tits so that everyone could see them, rather than covering them. It had high heels, and a tiny skirt, and a cute little rabbit-tail butt-plug. She changed into the outfit right there in the street outside the sex shop, blushing and wincing as she worked the plug into her anus, which had never been sexually penetrated before.
Then she started making her way through the bars and strip clubs of the red light district, looking for men to fuck her.
Rabbits are mostly known for breeding, she knew, and so by the time the sun came up she had received five separate loads of cum in her pussy. It was too soon for her birth control to have worn off, she knew, but it didn’t hurt to try.
At 9 am she made her way to the office, carrying a basket of chocolate eggs, cum still dripping from her cunt.
Her co-workers stared in shock at her slutty outfit and exposed tits – but they were about to get an even bigger shock.
Anissa had done her research, and rabbits didn’t normally deliver eggs. But if they did, the eggs would come from their womb, and presumably be delivered from their cunt, given their biology.
And so, as the people who had once respected her watched in amazement, Anissa got up on a desk in the middle of the office, and pushed the largest of the chocolate eggs up her fuckhole, doing her best not to break it. Then she squatted in front of her first delivery – James from Critical Projects – and spread her legs and squeezed the egg back out of her cunt.
She rubbed her clitoris with her fingers as she did so. A wetter cunt was easier to get eggs in and out of.
There were disgusted noises from some of the people around her, and a part of Anissa was crying with humiliation and shame at what she was doing, but she shushed it. That old version of Anissa was just going to have to get used to a new life of being impregnated and squeezing eggs out of her cunt.
Because the thing about bunnies, Anissa had learned, was that they didn’t *stop* being bunnies just because Easter was over…
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