Rapid Rabbit Regression
By: Monica Vix
White furred hands shoved open a pair of wide double doors, a brown rabbit following behind
her own hands. There was a forceful stride as Monica slipped into the doorway, the cool air of the
scientific research facility tickling her even through her dark green jacket. As she moved along the
lobby of the Noiri Labs facility, the bunny’s emerald eyes were effectively glued to a piece of paper she
had. It was her volunteer form with directions to the testing room she was assigned to.
Bare white paws stepped across the even whiter tiles, the cool feeling of faux ceramic tiles
freezing the sensitive bunny’s feet. Monica spied multiple name tags and rooms along the corridor. The
sterile environment was chalkful of tests and experiments of all sorts of natures. However, Monica
noticed there was… a particular trend. Most everything in this fantastical facility was fetish based in
one way or another!
Monica would even comment on this as she walked into her testing room. “Hi there! Got a little
lost on the way here. I counted at least fifteen different fetishes in this place and lost track of which one
I was apart of. That and I couldn’t find the ba-” The rabbit joked and smiled, her energy fading. She
spoke before she even realized no one else was in the room!
There was confused silence for a moment. Monica stood in the door way, one hand on the frame
and the other holding her paper.
“Oh.” She quietly breathed out. Her energized entrance was wasted, leaving her more drained of
energy than if she actually interacted with people. “Well… hm.” The bunny huffed.
With another step or two in, the door shut behind her! The soft click of the lock was all the long,
floppy ears could pick up, the large slab of metal shutting and locking her in near instantly. Monica
whirred around to see the door close, her own ears smacking her chest and partially blinding her!
Huffing and brushing her ears and hair back, the bunny looked around to try to find anything. Maybe
this was a test she had to figure out herself? Like always, the stupid bun didn’t read what she was
given. Her paper was folded and slipped into one of her jacket pockets.
“Hello, Ms. Vix.” A gentle voice over a speaker system spoke to the rabbit! It startled Monica for
just a moment, giving her a second to recover before continuing. “Thank you for testing with us in our
mental development division for the weekend. I’m Ms. Taylor, I’ll be directing you through the
experimentation for the day. If you’re ready to begin, go ahead and remove all clothing from your
person.” The woman sounded so in control, so dominant. It was like Monica was listening to a BDSM
session rather than partaking in an experimental experience!
With a slight shrug, the bunny began to strip. Her green jacket and black shirt were removed
without fuss, the blue jeans being pulled from her legs. There was not a hint of embarrassment as
Monica stripped down to absolutely nothing, kicking all of her clothes in the corner. Her entire brown
and white body was bare and visible to small cameras dotted around the room, her silk black corset
piercings almost shimmering with the light.

“Thank you.” The voice over the speakers called out. “And thank you for understanding there is
no two way communication in this system. It’s awkward having to explain that.” Ms. Taylor brought
some brevity to the test. Monica only replied with finger guns pointed towards one of the cameras.
“Now, if you turn your attention to the wall opposite the door, you will find a box. Please open it and
drink the contents of the bottle within.” The scientist watching the rabbit commanded.
Monica looked down the length of the room with a confused, yet intrigued gaze. The room’s
walls and floor had a softer texture, her paw pushing into a plush carpet in the other half of the room. It
was a little odd, but who was she to ask? White paws grasped the small cardboard box before her,
opening it and tugging out what looked like a baby bottle. There was a soft laugh on the lips of the
lapine.
The white furred hand held up the bottle and wiggled it around, watching the milk like liquid on
the inside react to her movements. Nothing looked off! It just looked like a regular old bottle of milk,
just with a little measuring gauge printed on the side and a nipple at the top. Monica pressed the soft
latex nub to her mouth, slowly starting to slurp on the bottle. She had to tilt it upwards just a little to get
any actual milk in her mouth.
As she drank, the flavor felt off. She couldn’t smell, but her taste was still sharp as ever! Was this
milk bad? There were a handful of ideas than ran through Monica’s confused face, her eyes focusing on
the bottle more than anything. The warm liquid ran down her throat, gulp after gulp.
Drinking more and more, the rabbit got a little dizzy. The bunny backed up and bumped against
the padded wall, slowly sliding down to the ground with her naked body on full display. Her legs were
spread out like she was sitting cross legged, the rabbit groaned. She just kept drinking the milk, slurp
after slurp. Monica didn’t even notice a few droplets on her chin and dripping to her chest. Nor did the
bunny notice a barrier being raised from the ground just beyond the padded section, keeping her
trapped in the now divided room.
“Thank you once again for complying.” The feminine voice spoke over the speakers. “Now, an
assistant will come and help you with the remainder of your experiment for the day. Accommodations
for food, bed, and your other needs will be met for your entire stay and this assistant will help you
through all of it.”
Monica barely even listened to the words. With a slight groan, the rabbit forced herself to pull the
bottle out of her white furred mouth. Barely a tenth of the bottle’s contents were left! Even after the
slightly weird taste to begin with, the bunny quickly grew fond of the mixture. Something about it just
felt right as she drank most of it down. The white furred lips of the lapine’s maw opened, stayed open
for a moment, and the closed. She forgot what she was going to say! There was just a slight groan
trailing along her lips before she succumbed to the temptation of finishing her drink.
The rabbit didn’t even look up as the door opened and a black latex clad figure walked in. A
shark shaped person walked in, heels clacking against the tile ground. It held a large bag in its white
plastic arms, the robotic and mechanical forearms and calves sticking out like a sore thumb. It dug its
hand into the back to draw out another bottle just like the one Monica emptied, holding it out over the
clear acrylic barrier.
Emerald eyes spotted the second bottle before spotting the odd limbs of her new caretaker.
Monica groaned and pressed her palms to the padded floor of her containment, pushing herself up to

her feet. She could barely even take a single step without getting dizzy! It was hard to think, hard to
formulate ideas in her dizzy and confused mind. All she wanted was to drink a little more milk.
“Hello.” The drone spoke to Monica. Its face was a dark visor, one that shown only a black
mirror back to the bunny as she looked at the drone. “#083 would request test subject to answer a few
questions and provide valuable data.” It spoke with a calm and collected voice, a slight motherly nature
hidden in the neutral voice. “In return, subject can get more milk.”
Monica sat up by the acrylic barrier, her eyes looking up to meet the drone’s visor. “I-I, uh…
mmm…” it seemed hard to formulate an answer for a moment. “Y-yes, questions, yea, sure.” The
rabbit shook her head. It was like she was trying to shake the sleep from her mind, like she would pass
out in any moment.
“The first question: do you currently need to use the bathroom?” The drone asked bluntly. Its
latex covered body slipped over the barrier, the bag it carried being set further away from the bunny.
“Mmm… m-maybe? It’s, uh… kinda hard to… uh…” Monica struggled to put her few thoughts
into a coherent sentence. “I think I do? Where’s… the bathroom?” She seemed drunk from how she
spoke and looked around.
Nodding, the shark drone would pull a plain diaper out of the bag it brought with itself.
“Understood. The second question: can you please try to describe how you’re feeling with as much
detail as possible?” The drone pushed one of its plastic hands onto the chest of the rabbit, pushing
Monica down to the soft floor.
The rabbit didn’t even seem to notice for a moment as she laid down completely naked.
Something felt off physically, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Brain… fuzzy?” She mumbled out
lazily. The lapine didn’t even try to sit up or fuss at all as the shark drone slipped the unfolded diaper
under her butt. “It’s, like… I don’t know… thinking’s hard… but I feel, uh… good?” The rabbit started
to ramble to herself as #083 sprinkled talcum powder over the crotch of the bunny. “Sleepy, too. And,
uh… food… word… hungry?” Monica tilted her head while she spoke, as if she wasn’t sure herself.
After the shark drone was done padding up the bunny, the brown rabbit slowly sat up. “How long… did
I wear this?” The bunny asked herself.
“This drone just put it on you.” The drone calmly answered. “Third and final question: how many
fingers is this unit holding up?” #083 held out its hand. Of the five fingered mechanical hand, two of
them were up in a peace sign, just held out a little bit away from the bunny’s face. In the other hand of
the drone, another bottle was held, ready to be given as a reward.
Monica tried to focus on the hand. Her emerald eyes narrowed, staring intently at the fingers as if
she was trying to solve a puzzle. “Is… that, uh… two?” She asked in a half answer. Eager eyes looked
past the white plastic fingers to the dark mirror mask of the drone, looking for any expression of
acceptance and approval.
“Correct! Congratulations. Here’s your reward.” The drone’s voice spiked in a happier tone as it
passed the warm bottle of milk to the rabbit.
The emerald eyes of the rabbit grew nice and wide as she saw the bottle in front of her face! With
a slight squeal of pleasure, the bunny eagerly snatched up the plastic container and placed the nipple to

her mouth, drinking the first few gulps as if she was left in the desert for days. Without Monica
knowing, she began to fill the diaper on her crotch with her pee, slowly making a wet yellow spot grow
in the front of the plain padding. She didn’t care, or even notice. The warmth grew in her throat and her
diaper as she drank her second bottle of milk, emptying all her cares and worries as she emptied the
bottle bit by bit.
The drone simply sat next to the rabbit and watched. It seemed interested in how she so eagerly
slurped down the milk mixture like it was ambrosia. A small paper pad was taken from its bag, setting
it down next to the rabbit with a large pencil. Part of its tasks was to slowly add items to the rabbit’s
little enclosure after the second bottle was consumed, just to test the mental effects of the fetishistic,
mind altering drink.
Monica continued to slurp and drink the second bottle. The white front of her freshly applied
diaper slowly soiled, becoming a pale yellow as she relieved herself. As half of the bottle was emptied
into her belly, the rabbit groaned and set the drink down. Her eyes wandered across the pale plush floor,
fixating on the pad of paper and the pencil. A confused look came across her face. The brown bunny
slowly leaned down, falling with her off balance directly on top of the paper, crumpling its top most
sheet.
“Miss?” The drone asked. “Could you please sign your name on the paper?” Its voice was nice
and slow, as if it was trying to talk to someone who couldn’t speak English. One of its plastic hands
lifted the pencil, the mechanical digits manipulating it to be held out to the infantile rabbit.
It took the bunny a moment to process. Her white furred hand reached out and grabbed the pencil
like she was holding a stick. “Yuh…” Monica answered. She began to scribble the pencil across the
paper, now laying on her stomach as she tried to write her name. The vague shape of an M followed by
seemingly random scribbles of loops was her ‘signature,’ proudly presented on the white sheet of paper.
“Very good, thank you.” The drone was doing as it was told, testing and seeing the effects of the
drugged mixture on the rabbit’s mind. “Can you flip the page and read what’s on the next page,
please?” The shark drone tilted its head.
Monica enthusiastically nodded, her brown hair getting in her emerald eyes. Focusing on the
paper, the free hand of the bunny attempted to grab the corner of the sheet and lift it away, but found it
hard to. Furrowing her brow and sticking out her tongue, the lapine eventually managed to pull at the
top sheet and rip it off its perforated edge! Setting the pencil aside, Monica lifted the entire pad in her
hands, clumsily holding it in front of her face. With the line of sight between herself and the shark
drone’s blank visor, she began to read.
“Tha dog, uh…” The bunny squinted, leaning in closer to the piece of paper. Even if the text was
almost triple the size of usual, Monica still struggled to read. “R… ran? Dow tha, uh… pr… ar… e?”
She could barely make out what it was meant to say. Emerald eyes looked up from the paper to the
drone shark, a look of confusion on her face. “Wha mean?” She asked.
All the drone did was nod and applaud the rabbit before itself. “Good girl! Thank you for
reading. Since you’ve been good, you can get a new reward!” Its pale plastic hands dove into the bag
once again, drawing out a plastic wrapped cookie and a volleyball sized plush seal. “Go on and choose
one.” It instructed. Both of the objects were held out to the rabbit.

Monica looked between the two things. Her white furred hand idly grasped the bottle and pressed
its tip to her mouth, having a drink while appearing deep in thought. Humming for a moment, the
emerald eyes of the rabbit went cross-eyed, all focus being ripped away from the reward before her and
to her bottle. The flavor didn’t change in reality, but it felt like everything changed! The drugs within it
were numbing the bunny’s brain, regressing Monica’s mind to a baby-ish consistency, almost making
her crave the milk more and more! Slurping the milk again made it seem sweeter, tastier, like it was just
condensed sugar and nothing healthy. Meanwhile, the mixture was in fact healthier than actual breast
milk.
“Excuse me?” The drone quietly spoke to the rabbit. “Which do you want? The plush? Or the
cookie?” It held up each item in turn as it spoke.
The attention of the distracted bunny was yanked back to the drone before herself, emerald eyes
fixating on the plush and cookie equally. With a slight groan, Monica pushed herself over to the shark
drone. Crawling with one hand on the padded floor and another on her bottle was coming surprisingly
naturally to the rabbit! As she got close, she set down the bottle between drone #083’s legs and reached
for both the cookie and the plush at the same time. However, she failed to account for balance. The
rabbit fell face first onto the plastic legs of her drone caretaker, whining as her nose was between the
two plastic calves.
Panic filled the drone for a moment. Under the watchful eye of cameras and recording devices, it
didn’t want to seem inept at helping its superiors with their experiments. The cookie and plush were set
to the side right as Monica started to cry. Gentle fingers lifted the rabbit off of the drone’s lap, helping
to sit up the bunny in front of the drone.
“There there, it’s okay.” The drone calmly spoke. It leaned in, gently pressing its latex covered
nose to the hurt bridge of Monica’s nose. “See? It’s okay.” One of drone #083’s hands rolled along the
rabbit’s arm, comforting the fussy bunny.
Whimpering and sniffling, the teary eyed rabbit put her bottle back in her mouth. Suckling the
last few drops of milk from it, Monica answered the drone. “B-boh them…” She whined softly. With
her slurred speech, she asked for both the cookie and the plush, being a little greedy to get both at once.
Especially when she was about to cry! “Boh them naw!” The bratty bunny whined, almost shouting at
the drone in front of her.
Taken aback, #083 submitted rather easily. The plush seal was placed in the lap of the bunny,
right on top of her messy diaper, and the cookie was unwrapped from its plastic and held out to her.
Monica sniffed and leaned in, taking a little bite out of the cookie. Her brown and white arms pulled
the plush closer to her belly, squeezing it under her exposed breasts. She continued to nibble away at
the sweet treat in the shark drone’s plastic hand, leaning in closer in order to bite into its soft,
chocolatey goodness. All of the stressful whining and complaining has completely left the mostly nude
bun! Her mind was now on food. Again. Food and snuggles for a soft seal. She chomped on that cookie
until it was all gone!
“The testing is complete.” Ms. Taylor spoke over the intercom. The observant scientist shuffled
papers, which both the occupants of the room could hear. “#083, if you would, please take care of our
subject. Monitor and report her behavior and reactions to the treatment, particularly with how the
effects lessen. Oh, and do dress her up before taking her out to the guest room; we have to stay
somewhat decent here.” She jokingly chided.

The one sided conversation went over the head of the little bun, her emerald eyes looking up
aimlessly. Even with those long ears, Monica’s melted mind couldn’t pinpoint where the voice was
coming from other than above her! She didn’t even see the cameras. She just held her plush seal and
squeezed it, ensnaring it hard enough to make it squeak like a little squeaky toy!
Her surprise and enthusiasm with the plush squeaky seal was cut short. The drone shark gently
peeled her brown and white arms away, just to slip on a plain white tee-shirt over the rabbit’s torso. It
fit perfectly, although it did nothing to hide the rather large chest of the lil bun. Monica’s ears were
gently tugged out from the collar, #083 allowing them to flop down her back. The lil bun went back to
hugging the plush the moment her arms were through the short sleeves.
Babbling away while playing with the seal, Monica didn’t even care as the drone gently set her
down to lay on her back. The bun was stuck in her own little world! #083 was not in her brain at all,
her little mind too full with affection and care for the plush now held on her chest. She didn’t even
notice as her thoroughly wet diaper was peeled away from her body, the cooler air of the room flooding
between her crotch. Her diaper was so moist and soggy that it was like she came in with a bladder full
already! It was replaced with a clean diaper underneath, being expertly wrapped around the waist of the
squirming bunny.
After repadding Monica, the drone reached over to its bag once more. It drew out blue shortalls
provided to dress its subject for the weekend. The denim material was slipped up the brown and white
legs of the bunny until it crinkled against the fresh diaper, which got a slight squeak from the bun. For
once, Monica looked past the seal plush in her arms, staring at the latex shark drone in front of her. It
was like she wanted to say something, with how her emerald eyes stared at #083, but no words came
out her mouth.
The drone gently pulled the straps behind the rabbit, allowing the brown bun to continue laying
down if she wished. Or… if she could sit up by herself. White plastic hands tugged the denim straps
over the shoulders of the bunny, pressing them in place with the matching connection points on the
front of the shortalls. Half of the bunny’s thighs and everything below it were visible in the cute little
outfit!
Shifting itself to kneel next to the bunny, #083 looked down at Monica. “Excuse me?” It began.
“Do you think you can stand up and walk by yourself? Or do you need to be carried?”
Monica looked up, staring at the visor. Without skipping a beat, she raised her bare arms,
squeezing her hands in the air, silently asking to be picked up. With a simple nod, the drone understood
what the rabbit wanted.
Before getting the bunny snatched up and escorted to her room, #083 took the liberty to grab its
bag as well as the discarded clothes of the bunny. All of the clothing was tossed into the bag. Then, the
drone ensnared the rabbit with its arms along her back and thighs, holding the bunny as if she was a
princess. #083 groaned and pulled itself up, standing from a kneeling position with the rabbit in its
arms.
The barrier was lowered and the door was unlocked. The shark drone carefully and slowly took
its precious lapine cargo out of the testing room, leading her down to the guest suites where Monica

will stay for the weekend. Along the way, the bunny would fall asleep in the arms of the drone, holding
the plush seal tightly.