Kelsa’s first date with a boy had a profound effect on her. They had gotten as far as making out, and she had stripped naked for him, when he took out a porn magazine, opened it to a picture of a girl in bunny ears and with a bunny tail butt plug, and masturbated to it, completely ignoring her. When he reached orgasm, he turned and ejaculated onto her face.
Then he got a handful of her hair, and pushed her face down into the magazine so she was touching the glossy paper, smearing the cum from her face across the magazine pages. She tried to wipe her face clean but he took her hand, still with cum on it, and moved it to her pussy. Uncertain of what was going on, she took the hint and started to masturbate, working his semen into her snatch.
“Kiss the pretty girl,” he told her. “Thank her for making me cum.” And he held her there, as she blushingly kissed the photo of the bunny girl again and again. Cum dripped from her face onto the page, and she licked it up with her kisses, and she kept doing it until she reached a confusing and humiliating orgasm.
The next day he visited her at home, and gave her a present. It was the picture of the bunny girl, still stained and wrinkled with his cum and her kisses. He had framed it, and he hung it on her bedroom wall. Then he made her strip naked, and he showed her another picture of a different big-titted slut in bunny ears and a butt plug, and he repeated the process, ignoring her as he masturbated to the picture, cumming on her face, and then having her masturbate as she worshipped the bunny girl. When they were done, he hung that one on her wall too.
It only happened five times before he got bored of her and stopped calling her, but the message to her was clear. She was inferior because she wasn’t a big titted bunny girl. That was what men wanted. She was bad because she wasn’t dressed like a bunny, with big bare udders, letting men photograph her. She looked at those reminders of what made men cum on her wall every day, reminders both of the goal she should aspire to and of the slutty behaviour she engaged in that showed she wasn’t a normal nice girl, and often she rubbed her pussy while looking at them until she came. She missed the taste of cum in her mouth as she orgasmed, and she had long since licked any remaining traces of his sperm off the pictures he had left her.
So she bought bunny ears, and wore them while looking at herself naked in the mirror, and felt a little bit good about herself in a way that she hadn’t since that first date. Then she bought a little bunny-tail butt plug, and worked it awkwardly into her virgin anus. It was uncomfortable but she looked so much more like a bunny-slut with it in that she could rarely bare to remove it. She still didn’t look quite right, though, so she finally booked herself in for the implants that would complete the look. The bigger and faker her tits were, the better. The word “fuckbunny” kept going through her head in the lead-up to the operation and she spent most of the week prior repeatedly masturbating, thinking about how slutty she would look.
Afterwards, she didn’t bother buying new clothes for her giant tits, she just let her old outfits stretch lewdly across them. She got a lot of looks at work with her massive new hooters. Some of the people staring at her probably also noticed the little bump at the back of her skirt where her butt plug was pressing against her panties. She didn’t care.
But being dressed in clothes that covered her body still made her feel like an impostor, so she started inviting people to visit her at home, and when they arrived she would be completely naked, except for her plug and her ears. She would show off her training by giggling stupidly – she was trying to reduce her intelligence, because she had no doubt the whores in her photos were stupid.
Some of those who visited her this way left in disgust, and that was sad. Some talked with her, while visibly re-filing her in their mind as a silly little slut, and that was good. Some of them fucked her – many of them non-consensually – and that was the best of all. When her best male friend called her a “dumb bimbo bunny” as he raped her, she orgasmed on the spot, and begged him to call her a dumb bunny again and again.
Her dreams were complete when she finally found a man who would photograph her in her new natural state and publish the photos to the internet. Finally, strangers everywhere would be able to ejaculate all over images of her face, and maybe other girls would come to see her as an aspirational figure, and start the journey to becoming a fuckbunny themselves…
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