An adorable bunny rabbit stood outside of a tiny house, shifting on her toned legs and squeezing her thighs together. She had white fur, blue-green eyes looking out from behind red-rimmed rectangular plastic glasses, and wavy hair, blonde at the root, then pink, then lavender, then teal at the middle of her back. Her name was Glire.

As she'd been asked, she wore clothes she didn't care about; an old white T-shirt, some faded jean shorts, panties from the back of the drawer. (She cared about her bra. That was different.) Her phone and keys were in her purse. She didn't know what was going to happen to her when she stepped through that door, but the implications of these requests made her tingle from toes to nose.

She took a deep breath, let it out much warmer than it came in, and knocked on the door.

After a silent moment, then footsteps approached from someone heavy, but light on her feet. The door creaked open, and there stood a giant woman; a six-foot-six lady bull with a shaggy orange-red coat over a broad, muscular frame. She beamed down at Glire. Her name was Bedelia.

"Good afternoon, dear," she said, her hands landing on Glire's shoulders, and Glire’s heart fluttered in her chest at the strength of that grip. Bedelia leaned down with a wide smile, and looked deep into Glire's eyes. "Ready?"

Glire swallowed and nodded once.

Bedelia's hands came off Glire's shoulders, onto her hips, and she swung the bunny into the little house and against the wall, the impact thudding across her back. Bedelia's face came down and she gave Glire a passionate, powerful kiss that lasted for a breath-stopping moment. Bedelia smiled at Glire and reached reverently up to remove her glasses, setting them on the end table, and took the purse from her unresisting hands, carefully laying it next to them. Glire’s clear vision shrank only to the figure in front of her, with the rest of the room semi-obscured in blurriness.

And then Bedelia's hands came down and grabbed Glire and *thumped* her back into the wall again, and Bedelia's chest pinned hers, one powerful hand on her shoulder, the other under her ass, holding her against the wall with her feet dangling. And Bedelia was kissing her and Glire was being kissed, her lips taken control of, Bedelia's lips surrounding and pressing into and controlling them, her wide tongue slipping into her mouth and claiming it as her own, wrapping around Glire's own tongue and sucking caressing squeezing it. Glire was pulled away from the wall, and the kiss did not stop, and her back went *whack* against the other wall, and the kiss still did not stop. A helpless moan came out her mouth, nasal and soft, and she felt soft, pliable, played with, shaped by her owner.

Bedelia stepped back and lowered Glire to the ground. "Mmmmm..." Grabbing Glire by the sides of her jaw, she lifted her face, and looked into the bunny’s eyes. Bedelia's gaze was focused, her smile wide, her expression rapturous, looking not into the eyes of Glire the person, but at the form of Glire the toy, lost in the joy of playing with her. She let go of Glire's face and took her hips, turning and moving her away from the wall and trading places with her. Her strong arms wrapped around Glire’s torso, one on the bunny’s breast, one on her crotch, and she squeezed, and ohhhh, Glire could feel it along her cock, through her breast and the nipple and skin underneath, and she moaned, the tight squeeze pushing the heated noise from her body as Bedelia's powerful arms crushed her.

And she let go, and her hand hit Glire between the shoulder blades. The bunny took several involuntary steps forward, catching herself just above the couch. And Bedelia put one hand on Glire's shoulder and one on her thigh, and lifted her up and shoved her down into the couch cushions.

It was soft and hard at the same time and a breath burst out of Glire's lungs. Bedelia's hands lifted, then pushed back down, one on her back, the other on her ass. Glire could feel Bedelia's strength pushing against her vertebrae, compressing her chest - tension on her hips, her skin tingling - being pushed down for no other reason than Bedelia wanted to, wanted to hold her body in place, wanted to overwhelm Glire's feeble strength with her divine pressure. Bedelia squeezed Glire's ass, and electric fire twitched up and down her legs and spine, and she let out a muffled noise into the cushions.

The pressure let go, and suddenly, she was in the air, lifted by her shorts and her shirt, and she spun helplessly for a moment and then she was flying and--

Glire thumped into the bed, bones rattled, cold waves of surprise shocking through her a moment late. She laid there for a moment, muscles shivering with the soft-hard energy of impact, and then Bedelia was there, up above her, her huge solid body straddling the bunny's hips.

Bedelia's hand ran through Glire's hair, and she felt the hem of her shirt being grabbed, tension on her skin, and then a rrrrrrip! The air was cool against her back, and Bedelia's strong hands caressed her skin, her bra, her sides, feeling the textures of the toy. Glire could feel Bedelia scoot down, her hands on the bunny's shorts, and it seemed the seam came apart like butter, and now, oh god, it was her panties, and they were just gone. Glire was breathing heavy, pulse pounding in her wrists and her neck, but her chest was soft and helpless shimmering warmth as this powerful being took her shields apart.

And quickly came a chorus of smaller rips, and Bedelia picked Glire up around the middle and shook her once, and her doll limbs flopped, and the tatters of her clothes fell to the bed. And with one sweep of Bedelia's huge arm they were gone, and Glire was dropped back on the bed. She was left for a moment, slowly becoming aware of her breathing again; then Bedelia slipped in, and wrapped her huge hands around Glire's body, a warm hand against her breast, a slippery hand against her cock, and laid down on top of her.

The full weight of the bull-woman's body was on Glire, pressing, crushing her into the bed, her body softened like clay, molded by Bedelia's sheer beingness. Her chest was pressed between Bedelia's chest and Bedelia's hand, and Bedelia's cock was grinding, shaping her ass, pressing her cock into Bedelia's other hand. For as slippery as it was, Glire couldn't move against it. She couldn't move at all, couldn't even shudder, for the wonderful pressure had control of the breath in her lungs, and she could only be there, and breathe, and be pressed on.

The pressure of Bedelia's hips lifted just slightly, and her hand started moving, sliding up and down Glire's cock. It wasn't too fast - why should Bedelia hurry? She had Glire at her mercy. But it was strong, and powerful, and inescapable, a wave of pressure up, then a wave of pressure down, pouring sensation into her helpless body. Glire's hips tried to push up, to relieve the power of the pleasure, but they were trapped by Bedelia's hips and Bedelia's cock. Bedelia's hand went up and down, bumping into Glire's baubles, thumb sliding across her head. That hand, that body, that pressure, were in total control.

Glire whined, half-aware of her own voice, as the hand went up and down, up and down.... The lube was still slippery, up and down, hadn't dried out at all, up and down, must be oil-based, up and down, this could keep going all night, for as long as Bedelia wanted, up and down, and Glire gave up, let go, up and down, awareness slipping, dissolving, unnecessary when such a powerful being was in control, up and down, up and down, she was clay, molded by a hand, up and down, up and down, consistent pressure and speed, twisting over the head, up and down, up and down, the shape of Bedelia's fingers shifting over the skin, up and down, up and down, stimulating, pushing pleasure into her body, up and down, up and down, pleasure that filled the confined space, up and down, up and down, filled her hips, flooded down her legs and into her toes, rose up through her belly, into her chest and into her head, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, and filled, up and down, its clay vessel, up and down, to bursting--

Glire burst. Hot breath burst from her mouth in a helpless wheeze, and hot cum burst from her cock in jet after jet. The cloud of pleasure became a thunderclap, a lightning bolt through her brain down her spine and out the head of her cock, and she shuddered against the walls of the compressed space, against Bedelia's body, a pile of happy twitchy clay falling apart.

Gradually, the helpless shaking and twitching of the pile of clay stilled. The pressure eased, shifted, from inexorable gravity into the arms and body of a strong woman, around her, holding her close. Bedelia rolled onto her side, scooping the remains of Glire up, turning her face against Bedelia's chest, pressing her into it and stroking her ears. Glire laid there, breathing, coming back together, existing in the soft glow of having been utterly flattened.

After a few minutes of gentle existence, Bedelia kissed Glire's ear. "Good job, dear. Good bunny."

Glire took a deep breath, filled her lungs, felt three-dimensional, let it out. "mmmm... thankyou... feel good... was..." She swallowed, felt it go down her throat, licked her lips. "Was good t'play with?"

"Wonderful," said Bedelia, rubbing her scalp with gentle fingernails, raising a nice tingle to counterpoint the overwhelm in Glire's skin. "Squeezable. Moldable. Thoroughly, perfectly weak. Ten out of ten."

Glire let out a sigh, as cool sparkles of appreciation and validation ran down her forehead. "Mmm... feel soft..."

Bedelia chuckled, deep in her chest, and rubbed at Glire's neck. "You are. You're my perfect soft bunny." She let out a belly-deep mmmm of contentment. "Do you want to get up?"

Glire shook her head softly. "Li'l longer..." She was so comfortable, so safe.

Bedelia nodded, petting Glire's back. "Rest in me, as long as it feels good. You're my good little squeeze toy, and I love you."

The last of the tension shimmered from Glire's nerves, and she sighed, and she rested.