I don't remember much after last night. Not at first, anyway.

It was a Friday night like any other, for the most part. Finished my boring-ass shift, with my boring-ass co-workers, at my boring-ass job, on my way back to my boring-ass apartment in my boring-ass town.

Naturally, I did what any sensible person would do in this situation; drinking my cares away at the local bar.

Not that I actually have any major problems or anything, but, y'know. One is as good an excuse as any, I suppose.

It started out fine, a few beers to myself and I could feel my problems fading from my mind, even if it was only for a night.

But then, things took a... Strange turn.

The night changed when I saw her, sitting at the bar just a few seats down.

Anthro animals living among us were a common occurrence here, and I had seen a few in my time. Hell, I've even dated a few. Dogs, cats, other rabbits, even birds... The last of which, I wouldn't recommend making out with again. Those beaks hurt.

But this one was a new one for me. A grey-blue rabbit lady with flowing, curly brown hair with a lighter streak of hair on the top, and wearing a tight-fitting black dress with a matching choker around her neck, a silver heart dangling off it.

And she was looking right at me.

I looked away, blushing. What would she want with me? She was gorgeous. I'm just a guy with a dead-end job.

I glanced over a few moments later, and to my shock, she was still staring.

Well, who was I to deny her attention.

Like any gentleman would, I bought her a drink and got to chatting. She seems pleasant, and when she suggested we go back to my place, who was I to say no?

She was an amazing lover, and her soft fur against me felt great. When she sat on my face and started riding me, it was pure paradise...

Until it turned out SHE was a HE!

That's where it starts getting a bit hazy, but I'm pretty sure I screamed and trued to push him off. That's about the point when my evening became a lot worse... I think.

He kept talking, something about how I shouldn't be ashamed and to just relax, and that I'd enjoy it...

To be honest, I don't even remember if I did or not. All I remember from that point was his hot, sweaty bunny balls suffocating me, and passing out shortly after that.

But that wasn't even the most questionable aspect of our time together.

No, that would be this morning, when I had found myself shrunk to the size of a shopping bag, and sitting helplessly in his paw.

The bunny, whose name I came to learn was Bugs, was wearing some kind of pink lingerie with white frills, and was wearing a pair of high heels. He had a strange look on his face, and his eyes looked filled with malice.

"Hey there, sugarbun." He says.

I look up at him, trying to process the situation, but my mind is a blank slate.

"How do you like your new home?" He asked with a cocky stare.

"Uh... Huh...?" Was the only thing I could respond with.

"Your new home, dimwit. How do you like it?" He repeated.

"H-home...?" I ask, not understanding his words right away. "W-what do you mean?"

He chuckled, and his laugh sent a shiver down my spine.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean..." He says, dropping me down on the bed from his, before scooting back and lifting his foot up.

The stench was unbearable.

"Clean." He ordered, shoving his toes into my face.

"What?! No! I'm not going to clean your feet!" I rightfully responded, shoving the high fluffy digits away from my face.

But as I did, something about myself became much more clear; it wasn't just my size that had changed in the time I had passed out.

My arms were wider and full of a different kind of fur than his, and my hands were... Not there? They appeared to have been replaced with felt-like stumps, much to my shock.

The smug look on his makeup-clad face told me that he was responsible for this sudden transformation, and it only grew wider when I started to look around at the rest of my new body.

Just like my arm, the rest of me is now covered in fake fur and fluff, and my torso was a little wider than I remember it being.

My right arm was just the same as the left, and looking a little more down at my body, I could see a little baby-blue bow-tie wrapped around my neck.

I didn't have a mirror or any kind of reflective surface nearby, so I couldn't exactly see my face. Though I still gave myself a feel with those soft plush stumps where my hands used to be, as much as I was dreading what I would further discover about my new skin. Or rather, fur.

On either side of the top of my head, I could feel a pair of flat, barely filled semi-circles, with a small, soft blanket-like filling inside them, telling me they were supposed to be my new ears.

Following that, a quick feel of my nose gave me all but confirmation of what exactly I had become.

"Aww, ain't cha a cute little teddy bear?" The dominant mammal towering me teased, giving me a probing poke to my fluff-filled belly.

And that ensured it. Somehow, someway, he had managed to turn me into a teddy bear. Nothing more than a toy for him to use and play with as he saw fit.

I had no idea how my life had come to this or what I had done to deserve such a treatment, but it didn't look like there was much, or really anything, I could do about it right now.

Even if, by some miracle, I was able to escape, what was I supposed to do? Find a cop and tell them what had happened? It's not like anyone would believe me, IF anyone other than Bugs could understand me in this form.

Besides, if I wasn't found by some kid on the way of the great escape who decided to become my new owner to play tea party for who-knows-how-long and end up thrown in the attic when they got too old for me, I would probably be taken to some lab to be studied and/or experimented on.

Staying or leaving, it looked like I was doomed either way.

"So, did cha have fun last night?" He continued to wind me up, putting me down on the bed and placing his hands on his hips. "I know I did~"

All I could do was throw him an annoyed glare, hoping my mouth wasn't permanently stitched in place like most stuffed animals were.

"Turn me back!" I demand, raising my arms to him.

Unfortunately, but as expected, this didn't work, only making him grin wider and showing his teeth to me.

"But we haven't even started today's fun yet, doc." The giant rabbit replied, wagging a finger at me tauntingly. "You don't think I'm a one-night booty call, do ya? I'm a more classy kinda lady~"

The more he talked, the angrier I got. It was bad enough he tricked me by wearing that disguise last night (though it was a sexy and inviting disguise, to give him some credit) but the fact that he's now twisting the knife by keeping me here some more, turning me into a toy and saying he's got more planned only made this worse.

But the worst was yet to come, as I could see for myself when he turned around and I could see his ass for the second time. That alone told me what he was about to do first, and I couldn't be any less looking forward to it.

"Y'know, you're a pretty bad lay, but ya made for a decent chair~" He cooed, bending his knees to get his panty-clad backside closer to me. "I could use a seat right about now~"

As much as I wanted to scream and curse him out, I could only remain silent. Even though the feeling was already growing familiar, the humiliation of being buried under his massive backside was still strong in my mind.

I didn't even get the chance to say or do anything to save myself, as he crashed his weight down on me, pinning me down to the bed sheets under his rear and smothering my face between the cheeks & underwear.

Thankfully, despite the size difference between us, the pain wasn't anywhere near what I thought it was going to be. That was probably due to my new soft material, but it still didn't make the situation any less unpleasant, mentally.

It was heavy, hard to breathe through, and it stunk of sweat.

"Mmmmm, you sure make a nice seat, honey. And I love the fact you can't say anything~" He says, leaning back and pressing down harder on me. "Though it's probably for the best. You ain't good for anything else, let alone thinking, stupid."

If the weight of his ass wasn't enough, the fact he was also crushing me with his pride and derogatory comments only brought the gravity of the situation even harder down on me.

Now I was wishing my nose wasn't working; the scent was like he hadn't bathed in the last few days, and it was a miracle his ass didn't smell worse.

I had no idea how long he was going to do this for, or what was going to happen after, and it seemed he was having a blast doing it.

If that wasn't clear before, it certainly was when he ground his butt down on me, back and forth, left and right, as if to get himself more comfortable on top of me.

"Hey, you don't have any plans today, do ya, doc? Cause I was hoping you could stick around so we can have some more fun~"

If he was expecting me to answer him, then he was sadly mistaken. There was no way I was giving him the satisfaction of my voice, let alone the air that I needed.

Not that he needed me to, as he already knew he was the one in control.

"Aw, not talking? Well, suit yourself. You ain't good at it anyway." He teased, bouncing on top of me.

I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. He was easily over twice my size, and probably weighed almost the same.

But the worst part wasn't the weight, or the smell, or the lack of air. It was the feeling.

The feeling of his victory. Of his dominance over me. That no matter what, I was going to be his personal toy. His pet. His slave.

And it was clear he wasn't going to let me forget it, either.

"Ooh, and I got so much planned for us, sweetie~" He continued to tease, pressing his ass down even harder.

Sure as hell didn't like the sound of that. Whatever plans he had, I was sure as hell not going to be excited.

But what was worse was the fact that as the minutes passed, I could feel my lungs starting to burn, and the need for air growing stronger.

I never really thought about how I wanted to die, but this certainly wasn't one of the options.

My vision started to fade as my brain began to starve, and before I could pass out, he finally lifted his fat butt off of me.

As much as I needed the air, the stench and heat was almost enough to make me wish for death's cold yet sweet salvation.

But, just as all seemed hopeless, it looked like he decided to show me some mercy at least, lifting his ungodly rear off my body and giving the opportunity for some fresh air and daylight once again.

"Wow, you sure took that like a champ, big guy." He cooed, looking back at me as he pulled his underwear off and revealed his ballsack.

And what a sack it was, hanging between his legs. Big, sweaty, and covered in a thick coat of white fur.

Even from the short distance between me and him, I could smell the musky aroma coming from his hot, sweaty bollocks.  couldn't imagine what they must felt like, let alone tasted like.

But it looked like I was going to get my answer, as his balls lowered and came closer and closer towards me.

"I think you know what's next." He says, grinning at me as his nuts inched closer to my little black nose. "Bon appetite~"

I wasn't even given the chance to brace myself before his sack was upon me, crashing down and squishing my body beneath his heavy, musky orbs.

The smell was worse than his rear, if you can imagine that.

The weight might not have been as heavy, but the musk was stronger, and it didn't help that the fur surrounding his sack was drenched in his sweat.

"Go on, get a good whiff." He says, giving his balls a rub with his fingers. "I know you want it."

Want it!? Not a chance!

I tried my hardest to get away, pushing and shoving his nuts with what little strength I had, but the giant rabbit wouldn't budge an inch.

It was clear I wasn't going to escape the musky torture he was putting me through by resisting through force, and the more time that went by, the more that reality settled in.

With no other option left, and with little air left in my lungs, I did the only thing I could: inhale.

I was surprised by the strong, masculine aroma that immediately assaulted my senses. And not in the good way.

It was musky, sweaty, and just overall disgusting. It was clear that, despite his feminine appearance, this rabbit was all man, and didn't care who knew.

I wanted to hurl, but there was nothing inside of me to puke. Not unless I could vomit out stuff & fluff.

"Ah, isn't this better? Getting a good sniff of my big, fat nuts, hm?"

If looks could kill, I would've made him suffer a hundred deaths with just a glare. But, as it stood, that was impossible.

Not for him, though. No, it seemed he was going to make sure I was his toy and he would enjoy every minute of it.

His hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved me further into his sweaty nuts, and even started rubbing his junk up and down my helpless face.

The humiliation was beyond what I could even describe.

"Oooh, yeah. Keep it up, doc. Don't stop." He moaned.

As much as I hated this, I had no choice but to comply, for both my own sake and because I could barely do anything about the situation right now.

It was a tough battle, but I was able to endure the worst of the smell and the pressure of his balls against me, until the moment came where the worst happened.

He let out a deep groan, and his balls tightened up, revealing his incoming climax.

I didn't know if it was possible, but my blood ran colder at the realisation of what was about to happen.

The thought of being covered in his seed made my stomach churn.

And, not a moment too late, that dreaded thought became a horrid reality as the giant bunny came.

Wave after wave of hot, sticky cum fired from his dick and splashed against my body.

The sheer heat of it was unbelievable, and the thick texture and musky scent that accompanied it was something I would never forget.

By the time he had finished his load, and let go of my head, there was hardly a spot on my head that wasn't covered in his spunk.

"Ahhh, that's the good stuff." He says, giving his crotch a good scratch, before falling back on the bed.

Thankfully, his balls and cock were removed from me, letting me breathe for a bit while I cleaned up.

Sweet respite at last...

"Well, I hope you're ready for round 2, sweetie, cause I've got a whole list of things planned for us~"

Or, maybe not.

The bunny's words were the only warning I got, before he grabbed me in one hand by my head, lifting me in the air again. I could only imagine/dread what he has in mind for me next, but I'd be more than happy to stay curious forever.

Alas, that was not to be, as the bunny proceeded to lift his other arm up, revealing the state of his musky-as-hell armpit. The moment it was visible, I could practically see the stench wafting from it and spread into the room.

And, without giving me a moment to prepare, Bugs proceeded to press my helpless form straight into his pit, and hold me there.

"Man, I'm always workin' up a sweat on days like these~" He continued to provoke me, treating me as of I was nothing more than a sweat towel at the gym. "T'anks for helping me out, doc."

This time, there was no way I could hold my breath.

His sweat was everywhere.

My ears, my eyes, my nose, mouth... Everything was filled with his hot, sweaty stink.

My tongue could taste nothing but his salty, manly musk.

I wasn't sure if it was better, worse or on par with his balls' treatment, but I'd rather forget about both. Though it looked like, as long as I was around Bugs, I'd have plenty more experiences with his stink and musk to compare.

Lucky me(!)

After a good few moments of torturing me with his smelly pit, the rabbit decided it was time for a change. And by "change", I mean he swapped his arms to make me do the other one.

"Mmmm, yeah, dat's the spot~" He cooed, using me to wipe his other armpit clean.

I was pretty sure I could see the light at the end of the tunnel when he pulled his arm away from his stinky, sweaty pit and gave me a small moment to recover.

Just to rub salt into the wound a little more he took a moment to sniff me after subjecting me to such a horrendous treatment.

"Phew, someone needs a shower." The giant rabbit teased, giving me that same smug grin as before.

Disarming, but if one would look closer, slightly affectionate.

I looked up at him, hoping that he'd actually listen to my silent pleas and let me go, but his smug smile told me otherwise.

By now, I knew better than to wish for salvation to just come to me. If I survived this, I could only hope however he turned me into this state would were off, the moment I woke up from this awful nightmare.

The dominant bunny put me down on the bed, ensuring I was lying down on my back now.

I didn't want to imagine whatever the hell he had in store for me next.

"Ahhhh, you know what, doc?" He began, shifting himself backwards a little to get himself more comfortable on the bed, bringing his knees up and lifting his big, fluffy feet right above me.

That was a bit of a dead giveaway of what was about to come next.

"After playtime, t'ere's nothin' I enjoy more than a nice, relaxing foot rub~"

I was pretty sure if I still had the ability to puke, I'd be doing it right now. Hell, I'd have been doing it for ages already.

He brought his feet down and pressed them on top of my tiny, helpless face. The smell was just as atrocious as his armpits, if not even worse.

It didn't help that they were soaked with sweat. It was like he had just run a marathon

"You ain't got any objections, do ya?" He taunted, grinding his stinky soles across my face, smothering me with the smell.

It was the ultimate act of dominance, and one that was a lot easier to inflict than his ass, pits or balls.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, and I couldn't fight back. All I could do was lie there and take it, doomed to be tortured by this macro dom for as long as he wished.

And even worse, with my sight covered up by his stinky feet, my other senses were heightened, so I was sure I could hear him playing with himself at the sight and feel of his control over me again.

Wouldn't be surprising, given his position was perfect for jerking himself off right now, and to say he was into this kind of thing would've been an understatement.

"Mmmmph..." He moaned under his breath, as best I could make out from here. "Oh, Lola~"

No idea who he was talking about, but I really didn't care. I wouldn't complain if all my senses suddenly shut off and spared me any more humiliation from this retched morning's activities.

The scent and feeling, and even the anticipated taste of his sweat-soaked feet, everywhere from his toes to his heels, was slowly killing me more and more on the inside. I was never going to live this down.

But, just like with his cock and balls, my suffering was not yet over. Not until he reached his big climax again.

Bugs let out a loud moan, and his foot's pressure on my face grew stronger.

I was certain it was the same thing that happened earlier, and the fact that he hadn't moved his feet too much in the last 10 seconds told me that it was about to happen any moment now.

"Ahhhh... Ahhhhhhh~ AAAHHHHH!" He shouted, and his balls tightened, his feet pressing down harder on my face.

And, true to what I was expecting, a moment later, his feet suddenly moved out of the way, just in time for a hot, sticky load to blast all over me.

Once again, my face was coated by his spunk, and it seemed to have a bit of a thicker consistency than last time.

I'd almost have preferred being covered in his musky ball-sweat than this, but as it was, I was left lying on his bed, covered in his cum, and forced to endure his foot-scent for even longer.

"Oh yeah, baby~" Bugs says, his voice sounding like he was riding high on an orgasmic wave.

As he finished his load, he fell back, taking one foot away from my face, while he kept the other one on my body to prevent my escape.

I could hear him panting and gasping for air, clearly trying to recover from the forceful climax.

As for me, the cum was cooling, and starting to become uncomfortable... MORE uncomfortable, anyway. And the smell from his foot wasn't helping either.

I hadn't an idea how much time had passed since I awoke, but I could only dream that our time would be over sooner, rather than later.