By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer

The Stage Show Supernaturale has hit the town, and the opening night has quite an audience. Little do the paying customers realise, however, that the magician possesses real power, and he’ll be transforming and humiliating people’s lives all for the amusement of his premium-paying elite customers!

First Part

Part 2: Bunny from a Hat

The gorgeous new magician’s assistant clutched her body, feeling her heavy new breasts and lowering a hand to feel the crotch of her waistcoat leotard, only for her fingers to slide across an area that was completely flat over her new venus mound. She screamed again, turning to René the Renowned, who was grinning smugly. 

“What the hell have you done to me, you bastard!?” she cried, gesticulating so violently that her breasts jiggled quite noticeably upon her impressive chest. 

“I’d say I made quite the lovely sculpture, wouldn’t you say so, my wonderful audience?”

The crowd cheered and clapped, thinking this was just part of the show. More than a few male audience members whistled, causing her to briefly look at the audience and cover herself - though there was no covering those lovely legs in their fishnet stockings.

“Stop it!” she cried. “It’s really me! Alex Lowery, goddamnit! Stop fucking clapping! Stop laughing, Katelyn! It’s me, your husband! No, this isn’t a bit! He stole my freakin’ dick!”

She turned, irate and humiliated, her cheeks burning, which ironically only made her look all the more attractive as it gave her a rosy blush upon her cheeks. She pushed her lovely dark red hair back and clenched her dainty fists together, spoiling for a fight.

“This ain’t funny, mister! I don’t know how you did it, or if magic is real or whatever, but I’m gonna stuff my fist down your neck unless you give me my body back, got it?”

René simply observed her, walking around the angry woman and regarding her like an artist not quite satisfied with his work of art. The crowd chuckled again, but the Reserved area were particularly amused, and those who were listening carefully might have even heard them discussing if some of them, too, could have their own magical assistant like her. If not exactly her, in fact.

“Hmm, it seems she looks perfect, but she doesn’t exactly have the showmanship, does she, my darling ladies and gentlemen?”

There was a loud agreement from the enthusiastic crowd, especially Katelyn, Alexis’ ex-wife, who was enjoying this fanciful spectacle a little too much.

“You ma’am!” René declared, pointing at her. “Why are you so invested in the outcome? My psychic powers tell me that you have something to do with our former concrete master, eh?”

The woman stood up as the spotlight went on her, and the nervous brunette giggled. “He’s my ex-husband! I don’t know what you’ve really done with him, but just in case you have done something quite magical, I should warn you that he has quite an angry temper! He might ruin the show unless you can convince him to be more willing to go along with things. Goodness knows, I never was!”

“Well, how about that, folks? An ex-wife in the crowd! What do you think, Alexis?”

The woman was fuming. Her entire body felt wrong. She had large breasts that were pushed up by her sexy costume, and her legs were bare but for the purple fishnet stockings which displayed just how long and luscious they were. Her male pride was in freefall, burning up with anger like a comet ready to plough straight through a planet.

“I think you should give me my cock back before I -” “Dance!” the magician declared, and he waved his wand, sending little sparkles of light in Alexis’ direction. The woman tried to deliver a punch, only to accidentally overcorrect and vault past the magician, before starting to do a dancing jig upon the stage, her breasts bouncing heavily to the amusement of the crowd - especially the younger men in the audience.

“Help me, you morons!” she cried. “I can’t stop this! He’s controlling me like a p-puppet!”

“Well, if I’m doing that, why not give you a beaming smile and a flirtatious nature?” René declared, waving his wand again. “After all, a good stage assistant should make the crowd quite distracted, and for that, we need you looking lustful and sultry, my dear!”

“You fucker! There’s no way I’m going to -”

She halted mid-sentence, then stopped her dancing and stood up straight, posing a little and fixing up her hair. She even withdrew a stick of lipstick and reapplied it on her lips, leaving them red and very kissable. She smacked those lips together and beamed at the audience, showing off gorgeous white teeth that practically shine. At another gesture from René the Renowned, a pole descended from the ceiling and fixed itself upon the stage. Alexis’ eyes betrayed her true feelings as she took the pole in one hand: she wanted to murder the magician by this point, but instead she gestured to the pole and winked at the audience.

“Who feels like being distracted?” she called out involuntarily, the magic now puppeteering even her voice. 

Another cheer, another set of wolf-whistles. She gave a cute ‘aww shucks’ gesture. “You boys, I swear! Well, take two, folks! Let’s make me a real magician’s assistant! And a magician’s assistant has STYLE!”

She began rotating on the pole, swinging from it and then holding onto it with two hands, extending her lovely legs out, her fishnet stockings revealing just how gorgeously toned and smooth they were. She crossed them, kicked them out, then shifted quickly, folding like a professional gymnast so that her legs were encircled around the pole, and she was positioning her torso out the side with her arms extended, chest thrust out magnificently.

“How about her, folks?” René declared “Does she match our expectations now?”

“WOOOOO!!” someone shouted, and the magician laughed.

“Such enthusiasm, good man! Perhaps she’ll even take you backstage when this is done, if you know what I mean! She may not make concrete anymore, but she might make you as hard as concrete, eh?”

Another laugh from the crowd, Katelyn’s loudest of all. Alexis, meanwhile, could only glare at René with hate and humiliation burning in her soul, but the former middle-aged and pudgy man could only manage such expressions very briefly, and mostly when the audience wasn’t looking. René blew her a kiss, and her cheeks burned further, but then she vaulted off the pole and took a bow, letting her breasts almost spill out of her top.

“Whoops!” she declared, adjusting her chest before the audience. “I’m still not used to these new things! But I like this new body; should I keep it for good?”

Shame filled her as the crowd enthusiastically told her ‘yes.’ The Reserved seats were particularly enthusiastic on that point. René walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, before lowering them under her arms and encircling her waist. She cooed against her will and fell back against him.

“Seems she’s chosen, folks! Alex Lowery is now Alexis Lowery.” He whispered in her ear before letting her go. “Looks like you’re my beautiful assistant for life now, Alexis. Welcome to the team.” And with that, he patted her on her lovely backside, causing her to squeak and turn even further red.

“But now it’s time to move on! You truly were distracted, because none of you noticed the hat, did you?”

The spotlights shifted, and several members of the audience murmured in surprise, for there was indeed a top hat upon the stage. A very, very large top hat, in fact. One that was nearly as tall as the magician himself. He looked up at the Reserved seats and the wealthy members of the elites occupying them. A dark-haired man at the front, an eccentric British shipping magnate’s heir in his mid-thirties with very particular tastes, lit up with a smile. He had been bidding for René to appease his own personal fetish, and now the time had come.

“What say you, my good man up there!” the magician shouted, projecting his voice loudly. “Shall I summon a particularly large rabbit?”

“Certainly!” the man said, almost standing thanks to his excitement, which had his rich peers chuckling in response. 

“Oh, but a rabbit is so gauche! So cliche! Should the rabbit not appear a little more . . . human, perhaps? With a volunteer from the crowd?”

“Naturally!” the man said. “Y-yes! A woman, I think! Someone who appreciates some nice fur!”

The magician laughed and then gestured across the stage. “Ladies? Any volunteers? Don’t worry, I promise you won’t become a magician’s assistant, not while I have my luscious Alexis here!”

The reluctant magician’s assistant was busy posing and beaming despite her sheer horror at becoming a leggy dame. She swept across the stage and pointed out a woman with her hand up.

“You there!” she was forced to say. “Let’s get you up here!”

She moved into the audience, took the woman by the hand, and desperately wanted to tell her to run. Instead, she emerged with a lady Alexis was familiar with: Wendy Cartwright, who rather appropriately ran a local vegan store known as the Veggie Shed. She was a mousey woman with a rather bad bowl cut for her brown hair, and she had a rather pudgy figure. She wore an unstylish green woollen sweater and had thick square glasses. 

“Will she do, my lovely audience member?”

The British man was almost salivating at the sight of her; not what she was, but what she was about to become. René knew this man well; he had a strong fetish for furry anthro women, and had already ‘collected’ two of them, but he’d been outbid for a gorgeous bunny girl more than once. Finally, now that he had inherited his father’s full wealth, his time had come. 

“Tell us about yourself, good lady!” René declared as he took Wendy’s hand, Alexis striding off to the side and waving flirtatiously to the audience members. She huffed privately, but then simply posed with her hands on her hips, waiting for Wendy’s response and hoping this nightmare would end soon.

“W-well,” the nervous woman said. “I’m Wendy. Wendy Cartwright. I run the Veggie Shed in town. I guess you could say rabbits like me. And I certainly like them, so I had to put up my hand!”

“Do you own any rabbits?”

“Oh, I wish I could! My landlord won’t let me, I’m afraid. Too much fur! But I do love bunnies.”

The British man was already getting erect in his stand, and René smiled up at him. This one really was perfect. “Any boyfriend or husband, Wendy? I ask simply because a single man like myself is easily taken!”

She blushed and giggled. “Oh, no! Single for the last year, I’m afraid.”

“Well, let’s fix that, shall we! My lovely new assistant, please bring those tall legs of yours over here and help Wendy into the hat! Let’s see if we can’t pull a rabbit out of this big hat, one that she won’t be allergic to!”

Alexis found herself compelled to help Wendy up the steps that had been placed before the giant hat, and then down again into the hat itself. The mousey woman adjusted her glasses and looked up at Alexis. “This isn’t going to be embarrassing, I hope? I mean, the real Alex is a customer of mine. He gets quite angry and it doesn’t look like he’s returned. I hope I haven’t volunteered for something too galling.”

“RUN!” is what Alexis wanted to scream, but instead the voluptuous redhead adjusted her hair and smiled. “Don’t worry, darling. It’s only a rabbit trick, after all!”

She withdrew, leaving her new magician and master to stride over to the hat.

“This is a very simple trick, folks! I tap the hat three times with my magic wand, then pull forth a rabbit. Fun, eh?”

The audience gave a polite clap, but clearly this seemed less exciting. René ran his fingers through his goatee. “Don’t worry, I’ll put a fun spin on it. One that might have a particular member of this audience very excited. Okay, abra, kadabra, alakazam!”

He tapped the wand upon the giant top hat’s rim three times, then reached down into the hat and grabbed Wendy’s upper arm. He lifted her with ease, because the interior of the top hat rose like a miniature elevator, pushing her up quickly. The audience chuckled, and Wendy actually squeaked in shock to see that she was now wearing a shirt instead of a sweater, one that had a print of a cute white bunny upon it.

“Do you like the bunny, Wendy?”

“Oh, how did you do that? But I thought I was going to see a real one?”

“A real one? Well, we can always improve the trick. Back down you go. Let’s try again. Abra, kadabra, alakazam!”

He pulled her up again, and this time there were titters of amusement from the crowd. The rather confused Wendy lifted a hand to her mouth and squeaked yet again; she now had a pair of enlarged front teeth that stuck out even when she had her mouth closed.

“I - oh my Gosh! How did you do tha-woah!”

René dunked her back down again. “No, no, still not enough. Perhaps we need to give her some nice bunny ears, eh folks? That will get us our rabbit! Abra, kadabra, alakazam!”

He lifted the woman up again, and suddenly she had a pair of long, long rabbit ears that flowed down the sides of her head so that the furry tips rested upon her shoulders. The fur was white but became grey in areas, and as her shock registered, Wendy began to touch them, feeling the very soft fur, the thin lining of her new ears, and just how real they were.

“My ears!” she cried, and they rose up in alarm, becoming tall and very rabbit-like upon her head, to the point where they even twitched visibly. “This isn’t p-possible! I’m even hearing better! I can - oh my - I can hear you all talking in the backrow! No, I’m not putting this on, Charlie Menken! This - this feels like the real deal. Um, can we maybe end this, I’m not sure I-”

“Still not enough!” René declared, pushing her back down so that her ears hung over her face and blocked her vision briefly. This time, the woman felt a strange series of pressures as the magician talked from outside the enormous black hat. “I think we need our bunny girl to be a little more adorable! A little younger and more enticing, perhaps!”

The British man cheered loudest of all. “Make her cute and vulnerable!” he shouted. “An adorable bunny girl!”

“It seems a member of the audience has spoken!” René declared, even as the crowd of the town wondered who this foreigner was. He spoke the magic words and plucked Wendy back up, and this time the crowd truly gasped. The woman was no longer pudgy. Instead, her shape had changed to become much lovelier. She had a petite set of shoulders, a slim yet pleasant pair of breasts beneath her shirt, but her lower half left her with quite the pear-shaped figure, with wide hips and impressive thighs, and an ass that had a few men hollering.

“Never knew you had it in ya, Wendy!” one delinquent called out.

The woman gripped herself. She was now wearing a cute brown skirt that showed off more of her legs than she was willing. Her shape had indeed changed, but so had her face. She was still recognisably Wendy, but her cheeks were more cherubic than chubby now, and she had large blue eyes that were framed with a cuter pair of square glasses. Her nose was slightly upturned, and her hair was no longer in an ugly bob, but had grown longer and messier in a rather adorable way, made into a casual bun at the back of her head with numerous loose curls spilling forth on either side of her forehead. Even her age seemed to have reversed; she now looked no older than twenty, and quite vulnerable indeed as a result as her cheeks bloomed red and she held herself.

“P-p-please!” she stuttered in a mousey voice. “I don’t know how you’re d-doing this, but it’s m-much too much!”

“On the contrary, my dear! It’s simply not enough at all! What good is a bunny without that adorably soft fur?”

Wendy’s eyes went wide, her ears becoming rigid above her head. She barely had enough time to part her mouth and show off those cute buck teeth of hers, when she was suddenly pushed back down into the great black hat. The crowd was astonished, but most assumed that Wendy had received prior instruction to quickly put on fake animatronic ears and so forth. After all, the woman wore thick sweaters all the time. Perhaps she did simply look quite cute and wonderfully pear-shaped beneath all that clothing?

“Alakazam!” cried René as he finished the brief incantation yet again. In the darkness, Wendy felt her skin itch and then bloom, and moments later her worst fears were confirmed as she was pulled up, this time with René grasping one of her tall white-grey bunny ears . . . and the rest of her was white-grey too, on account of the fact that she was now completely covered in soft rabbit fur from head to toe! It was an utterly alien sensation for the poor woman; her pale skin was hidden beneath the soft tufts. She trembled as she patted herself over, shocked by the very real fur now covering her body.

“This c-can’t be . . . this can’t be r-real,” she said, glasses nearly slipping from her nose.

The British man was licking his lips and drinking in the sight from the upper seat row. “I can’t believe this is real,” he murmured dreamily, causing a few of his fellows to smile in amusement; they knew all too well the satisfaction of René the Renowned helping fulfil their particular fantasies. 

“You’re right!” René declared, gesturing to the shocked woman with her furry bunny ears and white fur. “You’re not real enough, are you, my dear? Where are your whiskers? Where is that cute little nose? Where are the paws? And best of all, that adorable little rabbit tail that I’m sure an admirer here would most love to squeeze, hmm?”

Members of the crowd whooped and cheered, encouraging Wendy without knowing her true turmoil. The woman tried to leave the top hat, but a gentle nudge from the magician sent her careening back down into the hat, and darkness swallowed her. This time when he pulled her out, the woman was a true rabbit-woman. She had the adorable little triangular pink nose of a rabbit, and whiskers too. The centre of her face pushed forwards to give her a very slight muzzle. She still looked very humanoid, but there was no denying just how utterly adorable she now was, especially since she still had her nerdy glasses and looked so utterly huggable. Her hands were pawed, with just three digits and a thick thumb, with pink pads on the undersides. The top hat’s elevated platform lifted her all the way up so that the crowd could even see her legs, which were now bare of shoes or socks, and wouldn’t fit them anyway, since they now had large rabbit feet. She had thighs made for hopping, and a little grey brushtail to finish her rabbit effect; it poked out between her skirt and her top, which now read ‘Abra Kadabra Alakazam!’ upon it.

“Isn’t she marvellous, folks?” René declared. “A true rabbitgirl! But don’t worry dear, if you’re very well-behaved for the rest of the performance, we’ll put you in a comfortable situation. For now, let’s get you up next to that fellow in the upper stand! I’m sure he’s very keen to talk to you. Give it up for her, folks! Our own rabbit out of a hat!”

Wendy clutched her body in shock even as Alexis the sexy assistant was compelled to help the new furry girl down off the stage and up to a new seat. She was shaking in fear, just like an actual rabbit, but she was also submissive and helpless but to follow along with it all, for fear of being stuck like this. Her hips swayed gently, wider than they ever had been, and she nearly stumbled over her new feet, unused to having paws or having them be so big. Every little snicker, every chuckle of amusement could be heard thanks to her new ears, but the voice she heard most of all was the man in the upper stand, who she was about to be seated next to.

“My God, she’s perfect. Even better than I imagined,” he whispered to someone beside him, and it made Wendy very worried indeed. Even more concerning, however, was the strange tingling in her loins. She almost didn’t recognise it, but the cute transformed rabbit’s glasses started to fog up as her breathing intensified. With a shock, she realised that she hadn’t just become a bunny girl; she’d gained the intense libido of a rabbit too. 

“It’s a good thing she runs the Veggie Shed, isn’t it?” René declared. “After all, she’ll be eating lots more carrots going forwards, won’t she? Now, who’s up for a double act?”

To Be Continued . . .