WELCOME TO THE JAM! {Lola Bunny TFTG}

 “Good game Bryan,” the coach said, patting his star player on the shoulder. Bryan smirked. Like it was hard, he was the best basketball player in the region. He casually spun the basketball on a single finger, the ball still sweaty from the match.

He tossed the ball over his shoulder to his coach as he left, barely saying a thanks for the compliment as he slung his bag upon his back. The year was nearly over, graduation was coming up, and he had already accepted a full-ride scholarship for his prodigious basketball talents to go to his dream university halfway across the country. Things were looking up for Bryan, and par for the course things were getting even better!
“Hey there, I saw you playing,” the tall, extremely famous comedian said, greeting Bryan in the hall, “Yeah, I was just watching the game, big game, rivalry game and all. I was thinking I could get into basketball too, I’m pretty good.” Bryan could scarcely believe his luck, he was getting complimented by the star of Ghostbusters, one of the funniest men alive!

“Yeah? We could definitely play sometime if you wanted,” Bryan replied smoothly, smiling genuinely. This was the greatest day of his life.

“Totally, that’d be great, yeah,” the comedic genius replied, looking around sort of absentmindedly. “I gotta go, gonna play golf with some buddies of mine. We’ll definitely have to play,” and with that the extremely amazing, although not terribly handsome, actor was gone. Nobody will ever believe me, Bryan thought, noticing something on the ground, having fallen out of the Caddyshack star’s pocket. He picked it up, it was a sweet still in its wrapper. The thin plastic was blue with a pink bunny on it.

Well, he won’t miss it, Bryan thought, slipping the candy into his mouth as he exited the gymnasium and entered the brightness of the outside world. He had already showered in the locker room, so he decided to see how far his good luck would extend towards him today. Maybe I’ll stop by Cindy’s work? See if I can get her number.

This seemed like a good plan, so he went for it, still sucking on the sweet, strawberry-flavoured candy. It was shrinking slower than most hard candies he had tried, but the flavour was pleasant enough he didn’t mind terribly.

It was just under half of its original size when he finally arrived at Cindy’s work. It was a small little malt shop that he enjoyed visiting after games. Not only did it have the girl of his dreams working there, but it also had pretty damn fine milkshakes.

While the sun beating down outside was hot, the inside was pretty cool. He recognized a number of the people sitting in the booths, some of them were his friends, others just went to his school. He didn’t really care about them right now, for standing at the counter was the epitome of beauty, the lovely Cindy. Her long, thick hair was pulled back into a tight braid, keeping it away from the vanilla milkshake held in her dark-skinned hands, the colours clashing beautifully to his eyes. Her eyes, brown as melted chocolate lifted from the drink she handed to a customer and met Bryan’s. He instantly saw her perfect jaw tighten, her full lips briefly dropping before resuming their normal, customer-service smile.

“Hey doll, just had a pretty intense game,” he said, sliding up to the counter. Her lovely eyes glared daggers at him.

“Please do not ever call me doll,” she said, as politely as she could while working a job but still with an undercurrent of malice. “May I get you something?”

“A chocolate milkshake, and perhaps your number?” he asked, giving her his most charming smile. She remained unaffected as he gave her money in exchange for the milkshake she prepared and handed to him. Damn, my luck isn’t good enough yet, he though, swallowing the last of the candy along with his first sip of the drink. He finished it as swiftly as one could finish such a thick drink and he placed the metal cup on the used rack before leaving.

“See ya later Cindy!” he said as the door closed behind him. Almost as soon as the door clicked shut he felt a strange stirring in his gut. Maybe chugging a milkshake so fast after a game was a bad idea, he thought, starting to run home. The discomfort became too much for him, so he slipped inside the nearest fast food restaurant and hid away in the restroom, locking himself in a stall. He set his bag down, leaning against a wall.

This is unpleasant, but as soon as he thought that the feeling began to lessen, spreading throughout his entire body. I think this might be worse. Then his eyes widened, noticing something terrifyingly unusual. There was orange hair growing from the back of his hand, where the strange, uncomfortable was worst. And it was spreading! He looked at his other hand, it too seemed to be growing the short hair! What is happening? Maybe that wasn’t candy! He thought worriedly. His pinkie on both hands shrunk away to nothing as the rest of his hands shrunk down to a more feminine look, with long slender fingers. His immediate thought was mild relief, he’d still be able to play basketball, but the relief changed to horror as he realized what was happening was strange, unusual, and felt far too real to be a dream. He was almost hoping it was an accidentally ingested drug-induced hallucination rather than reality as his arms too became more slender, the soft orange fur covering them too as the change spread further and further along them.

“What is happening?” He asked, though of course nobody answered and he knew, although he had no idea how or why. He was changing into something. As the fur, there was no doubt in his mind that it was not fur, neared his shoulders it slowed, offering him some relief. The relief didn’t last long, as the sensation intensified elsewhere, a strange pressure which, as the change passed by, turned into relief. As if something was held within him and the change was letting it out.

The change now seemed focused on his feet, and although he wasn’t certain, he believed they were swelling up, as his shoes were now uncomfortably tight, and getting tighter. He swiftly unlaced them, kicking them off with a gasp. His feet were definitely growing! Longer and thicker, the orange fur already covering most of the large foot. His toes slower began to merge, leaving him with just three toes on each foot, covered in a creamy-orange coloured fur. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the gross floor, sitting down on it and grabbing one of his footpaws, pulling it over as best he could so he could examine it. He was pleased to note his hands were just as sensitive as they were before the change, despite the fur. His foot seemed, if anything, even more sensitive. A rabbit foot, he realized. I’m turning into a rabbit man! He wiggled his toes, it looked like something he’d seen in a cartoon, but what cartoon?

The orange fur spread up his legs, his legs becoming slender and feminine beneath the orange fur, yet still retaining their strength. However, as the changes approached his pelvic areas the pressure changed, intensifying.
“No, no, no!” he repeated, as if his words could alter what was happening, but soon the pressure briefly became painful before once more relaxing its hold on him, or rather her. “No!” She exclaimed, bemoaning her loss at the fur rose higher, giving her strong, feminine thighs to match her overall new look. Her belly gained the lighter fur as it rose, quicker than before. She felt her chest become more sensitive, growing out slightly, although not as much as he had predicted, or if she was truly honest with herself, hoped for.

Oh no! She realized what would happen next, her breath growing swift and shallow. She grabbed her bag unconsciously as she rose from the floor, unlocking the stall and moving in front of the mirror. Poking out above her rear she noticed a small, fluffy white tail. This should be a dream, this can’t be real! She tried to rationalize, even the sound of her harsh panting softening as the pale fur crept up her throat. It was reaching her face!

Her jaw and cheeks were first to be affected, coated by the lighter fur. She watched the fur rise, orange fur covering the upper parts of her face. Her nose and mouth grew out into a short muzzle, her nose becoming smaller, cuter even. Her head rounded out, the fur on her cheeks becoming thicker, puffy-looking. I’m definitely a rabbit woman, she realized, feeling her thick fur with her paws. Her ears lengthened out, becoming long and thin, her hearing amplifying as they migrated higher on her head, flopping down over the back of her head. Her hair simply grew out into a puff atop her head, rather pleasant looking atop the rest of her body.

If she was honest? She looked pretty good. Sporty, cute, and hella attractive. She opened her bag, listening to make sure nobody was approaching the bathroom. Her gym equipment was still in there, although altered now for her new body, as well as some new attire to replace her old, rather dingy and unflattering clothes. She swiftly switched out for the new clothes, tight shorts with a hole for her tail, a simple white singlet, the ensemble completed with a stylish jacket. She pulled a band out of the bag, tying it around her ears to keep them from flopping around.

She posed a little, enjoying her new body even as memories of her old life faded from her mind. No more thoughts about Bryan, the top athlete in the region, no more thoughts about the cute girl at the malt shop. Her thoughts, while still sporty, were altering to a new world, a new life. She barely even noticed as the world around her changed, becoming more cartoon-like, the room shifting from a public restroom to a private one, make-up arranged on the counter before her. With practised ease she opened the eyeshadow, applying the purple makeup to her lids.

She’d just moved into town from her old one, though funnily enough she was having trouble remembering what it was called? Not that it matter, it clearly wasn’t a good enough town for Lola Bunny!

She grinned, looking perfect as ever. She’d seen a sign on the way to her new apartment about some basketball tryouts? It’d be nice to meet my new neighbours, and to show them all up, she mentally noted, picking up her bag and leaving, ready to start her new life in this town, ignorant of the old life she’d already forgotten.