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Harper was glad to see that Dale's motorcycle was already parked when he pulled up to the house, though not just any house. It was his house, and Dale's, and Quinn's, at least for the last year of his university education. He parked outside on the side of the road. As he got out of the car, the motorcycle caught his eye again. Why was he excited again to see that trashy little bike? He frowned, looked back to his car, then laughed as it him: him being last to the party meant the prank could go on.

He went back to his car and opened the back, shuffling a few things to the side before finding it in the back, a small, clear vial of water stoppered by a small wooden cork. He picked it up, looked surreptitiously around, and then tucked it into his back pocket.

Afterwards, he made his way to the front door. Though his keys jingled in his pocket, he pressed the doorbell anyways, laughing at the soothing chiming that followed after.

"So gotta change that," he said to himself.

Harper waited with his hands in his pockets. After a minute, he wondered whether ringing the doorbell had really been worth it. Just as he dug for his keys, the door clicked and opened with Dale standing behind it. The taller man stood with one hand on the knob and the other holding a controller.

"Oh, it's just you!" Dale said. "Why didn't you just come in?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Did you already lose your keys?"

"Naw," Harper chuckled. "You know me."

Dale rolled his eyes. "Ah, another lame joke. Come on, man, you made Quinn and I pause just as we were getting into a round."

"Lame joke? I've never made a lame joke in my life!"

"I think it's the only ones you do make, man. Your pranks aren't much better." Dale laughed and nodded inside. "Come on in, my man. We got the CausDek console set up and there's snacks in the living room. Welcome to our pre-housewarming party."

"Party? Then there'd better be punch!"

Dale snorted. "Is this another joke? It's just us three."

"Naw." Harper shook his head. "No joke, just truth. If it's a party, no matter the size, there's gotta be punch."

"Fine." Dale shrugged. "If you want punch, sure, but you gotta make it. Quinn's gonna kill me if I keep him waiting a minute longer. He's going to think I'm consulting or something."

"He's losing, eh?"

"Yeah," Dale said, raising his voice. "Quinn's losing alright!"

"I heard that!" Quinn's distant voice came from within the house. "And I think I hear Harper too! Hurry up and let him in so I can beat your ass!"

"Kinky," Harper said with a wink. "I bet you two were glad I was late."

"Whatever, man," Dale snorted. "Just come in and make your punch or..." He raised his voice. "Watch me crush Quinn!"

Harper stepped in, and Dale closed the door behind him. His friend looked up at him expectantly.

"So what's it going to be, man?"

"Punch time," Harper said. "Gonna make the good stuff. Grandma's mix."

Dale rolled his eyes. "Sure. Just don't actually put in any alcohol, ok?" He rubbed his stomach. "Gotta keep trim now that Lily's out. It's babe time, and beer belly ain't good for the babes. Plus Quinn is so...picky. Craft or bust with him."

"Sure, sure." Harper nodded. "And I'll make sure all the sugar is a low calorie substitute."

"Whatever, man. I'm off to kick ass. You do your grandma stuff."

Dale ran off, controller clutched in both hands.

"Get ready, man!" He yelled.

Harper watched him go, the sounds of electronically rendered violence mixed with his friends shouts soon following. He shook his head and took another path, ending up in the kitchen. He procured a properly sized bowl, sugar, and grenadine for the punch and then scoured the refrigerator for the rest of its ingredients. As always, Dale kept the fridge stocked with an astonishing assortment of fruit juices most wouldn't even think of as drinkable. He took out the lemon, orange, and pineapple juices along with some ice. While the sounds of his friends' gaming continued, he mixed the ingredients together, creating a proper punch with the addition of ice and some frozen pineapple. It wasn't finished, however, not yet.

Harper reached into his back pocket and procured the small vial. He held it up and rotated it in his hands.

"Think my pranks and jokes are lame, eh?" he whispered with a smile. "Let's see how you like this..."

He uncorked it and was about to pour it in when Dale spoke.

"Harper?" his friend shouted from the living room, causing Harper to froze. "Where's the punch at?"

"What he means is that he lost," Quinn said. "And he wants to face someone he can beat!"

"Whatever, man. Bring the punch. Nah, just bring yourself. Quinn...goddamn, Quinn's right. I suck at games, but not as much as you."

"Just..." Harper blinked and put the vial down. "Just give me a minute!"

"Fine, I'm timing you!"

Harper laughed, but not because of Dale. He stared down at the vial while reaching for a glass from the cabinet. He had been so close to just pouring it in. He took his newly acquired glass and scooped up a generous helping of punch before placing the filled glass on the counter. Only then did he pour the water in, chuckling all the while.

When the vial was completely emptied, he placed it in his back pocket. Afterwards, he stirred up the punch and took two glasses down from the cabinet.

"Ok!" He said. "I'm coming!"

He carried the punch bowl precariously in one hand and the glasses in his other into the living room where Dale and Quinn sat, their focus solely on the TV screen and the controllers clutched in their hands. Harper ducked out, grabbed his filled glass, and returned just in time to see Dale growl in frustration and throw his controller against the ground.

"Hey!" Quinn said, standing up and retrieving the tossed controller. "Careful! This CausDek crap is fragile!"

"Whatever, man." Dale pouted. "Can't believe I lost."

"I can," Quinn smirked. "What was that, your sixth time losing?"

"WHATever..." Dale sullenly looked over to Harper, a smile overcoming his features as he saw the bowl. "Ah, yeah, punch! I didn't think I would be so excited, but...punch!"

He took a glass and filled it up. Harper watched with extreme interest as Dale gave it a sniff and was a little disappointed when he handed it over to Quinn.

"To the victor the spoils," Dale said as Quinn took the glass. "Smells good. Smells...sweet."

"You're not going to drink?" Harper asked.

"Nah, man, not unless you actually used sugar alternates."

Harper frowned and then Dale guffawed and slapped his shoulder. He took a glass and filled it up.

"Just jokin', man," Dale laughed. "See, you're not the only one with lame jokes."

"Sure," Harper said. "But I am the only one with good ones."

"As if," Quinn said. He looked at his glass. "Well, now that you're here, the party can really start. Why don't we start it right, eh?" He held up his glass. "With a toast?"

"Perfect." Harper raised up his glass. "Just perfect."

"Yeah, sounds great, guys," Dale said, raising his glass as well. "One more year of studies, the last best year of our lives." He wiped away an imaginary tear. "And I get to spend it with you losers." He nudged Harper. "Like you said, just perfect."

"Ah, we love you too, even if you do suck at games and get irrationally angry that you do."

"Whatever."

"A toast," Harper said. "To a hoppin' future."

Dale gave Harper a look. "Hoppin'? What the hell does that mean?"

Harper froze, but Quinn covered him unknowingly.

"It's a British expression or something," Quinn said. "Now drink up already!"

So they drank, Harper drinking more slowly than the others while he watched with satisfaction as the others gulped down their punch. Dale finished first, slamming his glass on the table and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Damn, that was good!" He said, gaze flitting towards the punch bowl. "Mind if I have more?"

"Of course not!" Harper crowed. He looked down at his glass and put it down. "Please do."

"It was alright," Quinn said with a shrug, though he stooped down to refill his glass. "But we're not just gonna drink, huh? Let's get you slaughtered."

"I mean...just drinking is just fine with me."

"Whatever, man," Dale said, handing Quinn a controller. "Lose like I did. I'll be drinking this damn good stuff."

Harper accepted the controller, and they set to playing. He lost, of course, but kept on playing anyways with the others as they conversed about college, majors (Dale's Esoteric Engineering, Quinn's Accounting, and Harper's Mythic Magic Historical Studies), girlfriend prospects (Dale some, Harper none, and Quinn had an eye on a guy), and games (Quinn mostly). They also ate snacks and drank, Harper at first being careful to take surreptitious sips from his glass without refilling it. As time went on, however, the upcoming prank placed itself in the back of his mind as he began to enjoy his time with his friends, even if he had lost horribly every round.

"Ugh, alright," he groaned after losing again. He stood and ruffled an empty bag of chips. "I'm going to grab a few snacks. Anyone want anything specific?"

"Yeah," Quinn sneered. "Some worthy opponents."

"Whatever, man," Harper said, imitating Dale's deep voice. He left.

Dale took a sip of the punch and looked over at Harper's mostly empty cup.

"Damn, he can't play, but he can make some goddamn good punch." He picked up both glasses and filled them up. "Now he can't say I never did him any favors."

"Can't play is an understatement," Quinn said, and they both guffawed as Harper returned with replacement snacks.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing," Dale snickered. "Just a lame joke. Come on, man, get ready to lose."

Harper took his seat, taking a drink from his glass without thinking. Thus, they went back to gaming, talking and eating and drinking (with Dale doing most of the drinking) until Dale unexpectedly paused the game.

"Sorry guys," he said, standing up and fiddling with his belt. "But I gotta piss and..." he wiped his forehead and panted. "Is it hot in here?"

"No," Quinn said. "Not really."

"Whatever, man," Dale muttered and then was gone.

"Think he's alright?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah," Harper said with a smile, the prank resurfacing in his mind as he sipped at the punch.

"Just too much punch."

Quinn shrugged, and they went back to playing without Harper, at least until they heard a high pitched shriek come from down the hall. Quinn paused and looked to Harper.

"Was that Dale?" He asked.

"I don't..."

After another similar shriek, they both were up and running towards the bathroom. Quinn looked worried, but Harper had to try to keep a smile off his face. They quickly arrived at the bathroom door and found it already slightly ajar as Dale was wont to do. Quinn knocked on the door anyways.

"Dale, you ok?"

"Yeah, just don't--"

But Harper had already rushed forward and pushed the door open. Dale stood beyond it with his back to them and his pants down. Harper might have looked away in any other situation, but he was happy to see that Dale's rear was round and fluffy, with soft white fur covering it. Dale's eyes were round as he looked over his shoulder. He quickly spun around, hands going to cover his crotch not fast enough for Harper to see that his friend's manhood had shrunk and was shrinking. Dale brought his legs together as white fuzzy fur slowly spread down them, smoothing them out more slender and soft.

"What the hell, man!" Dale screamed, nose wiggling and twitching as it shrank smaller, whiskers starting to poke out near either side of it. "I told you not to--"

"Uh, what's going on with you?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know, man, I--" he grimaced as his ears wiggled and then sprouted, lengthening into long white furred bunny ears. He lifted one hand from his crotch to rub at his nose just as it finished forming into a diminutive lapine shape. His eyes opened wider as they grew larger and rounder, irises beginning to darken. "Bunny? I'm turning into a bunny?"

"Seems so," Quinn said.

"How can you be so--" Dale gulped, and his Adam's Apple vanished, white fuzz spreading over a slimming neck. When Dale spoke next, his voice was softer and higher. "How can you be so caLM!"

Dale yelped and spun around, hand reaching back to clutch at a white cotton ball tail that had formed above a rear that was rounding out. His rear shook side to side as his hips tugged and spread apart with a series of sharp cracks. When he turned back towards his friends, his white furred hips were noticeably wider, much more so than his slimming shoulders, and his shirt was looking loose on his slimmer frame.

"I mean," Quinn said, looking over his changing friend. "It is kind of funny."

"Funny?" Dale squeaked indignantly. "Funny? I sound like a girl and..." he gasped, his hands at his crotch again. "My dick is shrinking, and you find it funny? It's like some sort of lame joke, man!" Dale's larger eyes narrowed and he turned his head towards Harper just as fur rapidly spread over it. "This is your fault, isn't it?"

Harper raised his hands. "How? How could this be my fault?"

"I mean," Quinn said. "He does have a point. You are the one that left us as limbless reptiles before, and..." his voice trailed off as he scratched at his cheek where a patch of brown fur had appeared. "Hey, is it hot in here, or..."

"Ha!" Dale laughed, pointing a furry hand at Quinn. "Now you're changing too, dude!"

"No I'm not!" Quinn shook his head even as his ears wiggled and sprang up, lengthening into fuzzy brown rabbit ears. He frowned and reached up, the fur seeming to spread to his hands as he touched his altered ears. "Or..."

"See!" Dale crowed, then shuddered as his frame shrank, losing several inches in seconds. He turned towards Harper, both hands on his wide hips, allowing all to see his fuzzy fur covered crotch and how there was so little left of his masculinity. "You did do this!"

"Yeah!" Quinn said, turning to Harper as well, his two front teeth sticking out of his lips as the brown fur raced over his face while it pushed out into a short lapine snout. "You definitely did this!"

"Alright, alright," Harper said, unable to stop himself from laughing as Dale's usually hardened face pressed out into a lapine visage as well, though very feminine, as shown by the lashes that lined over his eyes and his cute, small pink nose. Dale's nose wiggled and twitched as he stared at Harper with accusatory eyes big, brown, and round. This had gone better than expected. "You're right, it was me."

"You asshole!" Dale cried out in a voice so high pitched that it sounded nothing like the rough timbre it had been before. "You think this is funny? Hoppin' future? Turning us into..." he shivered, the last of his masculinity shriveling away into nothingness. "Bunny girls?"

"Yeah," Harper said. "It kind of is."

"A little," Quinn admitted, dropping his pants and underwear to reveal brown furred thick thighs and a shriveling dick. "Especially since it's going to happen to you too."

Harper smirked. "You wish! I filled my glass before I poured the special stuff in. Sorry guys, but you've been pranked."

"Huh?" Dale said, his nipples poking prominently against his shirt as fatty mounds began to form beneath them. His eyes widened. "Oh! It was in the punch, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, and..." Harper panted and rubbed at his forehead. When had it become so hot? "I didn't drink any of the punch. Not your punch..."

Quinn laughed. Harper snarled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Dumbass. You so did drink it, man," Dale said. "I refilled your cup when you went to get the snacks. I..." he whimpered, his ears falling back. "I can feel my balls moving up in me."

"Probably ovaries now," Quinn said, frowning as his already slight frame became slighter. He looked down between his legs and saw the last of his genitals slurp up into his brown furred crotch. He shrugged and looked to Harper. "But yeah, you got some fur on your face."

Harper reached up and found that Quinn was right. There was a spot of fur on his forehead and it was spreading. He panted again, and his two front teeth ached and pulled out larger and longer.

"Ovaries?" Dale said, looking to Quinn. He let out a huff as his burgeoning breasts went through a sudden spurt of growth so that they visibly bounced. "Did you really have to say that?"

Quinn shrugged, his Adam's apple enveloped in fur before shrinking away. His voice came out higher and lighter.

"It's what happening," he said. "Nice tits, by the way."

"Thanks," Dale said, reaching up and giving the pair a squeeze. He gasped. "God, they feel good, but..." he shuddered. "Weird too, but not as weird as whatever that was."

"Maybe your womb forming?" Quinn guessed.

"Shut up, man."

Harper ran his hands over his face, feeling the fur spread, his nose wiggling and shrinking into a lapine shape. His ears were next to alter, stretching out to a length longer than either of his friends.

"No, no, no..." he said, shivering as he felt his genitals tug tight against his crotch. He fumbled with his belt, wincing as he felt his hips press out, almost as if they were pulling away from each other. He threw his belt away and pulled his pants down to see that his legs were already somewhat covered by pink fur, and shapelier and slimmer because of it.

"Why so upset, man?" Dale asked, furred hands still groping at his swollen breasts that continued to swell. "Not so happy that your little prank backfired? Cheer up, dude! It's just a prank!"

"S-shut up," Harper squeaked, swallowing as his Adam's apple smoothed out as pink fur overcame it. His feet twinged, so he kicked off his shoes to see his toes shrink pink and cute with little nails pressing out from the fur. His feet too shrank smaller as they became more pawlike in appearance as the same happened to his hands. He held up his altered hands and whimpered, his face pressing out into a lapine snout and his skull shrinking. He blinked, his eyes taking on a roseate complexion as he saw his nose twitching on the fringe of his vision, whiskers pressing out on either side of it.

"Nah, man," Dale said, groaning as he shrank a little shorter. Not only that, but his once smooth stomach gained a helping of fat that gave it a healthy layer of pudge. "You deserve this."

"Most assuredly," Quinn said, stepping out of his shoes and lifting one rabbity paw and then the other. He turned around and looked over his shoulder, blue eyes widening as he saw his already large rear swell larger still. "Where did you get this stuff anyways? What stuff was it?"

"J-just water," Harper stuttered in his soft, new feminine voice. He looked down between his legs and shuddered as his thighs thickened, squeezing oppressively against his manhood just before that part of him shriveled further away. He let out an "eep" as his shrunken testicles pulled up into him, swallowed up by a freshly formed slit as they made their way up his still forming inner passage. He shivered as his testicles turned ovaries bounced back and forth his sensitive inner walls.

"Water?" Dale asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. His breasts that were now the size of ripe melons bounced free, accentuating his curvy waist and full thighs. "What man, you just went around asking for water that would turn your two friends into hot bunnygirls?"

"Not exactly," Harper said, staring at Dale's breasts. They were so full and round, and Dale himself was so full figured, that he felt a pang of...was it jealousy? Harper shook his head, squirming and shaking his rear as it filled out behind him, a healthy helping of fat ensuring it was large and round and jiggly. The purple pink cotton ball tail that sprouted above it made it only cuter.

"Well," Quinn said, stripping his shirt off, revealing a brown furred fuzzy torso that had a stomach that was slightly pudgy and small breasts that he cupped in his paws as they started to swell. "What exactly then?"

"I-it..." Harper shivered as his shrunken shaft dwindled away into a cute pink clit that took its place at the top of his forming feminine lips. He panted, ears waving about as his waist pressed inward, making him gasp. "It was a shop I'd never been to before. Or..." his nose wiggled curiously. "Never seen before either."

He meant to say more, but in the next moment it felt as if a giant hand had pressed down on his head as his form compacted so that he was nearly half a foot shorter. He blinked, feeling less hot now but so much hairier. No, furrier...

"It was dark, but there were all sorts of magical doodads. There was..." he winced as his womb opened up inside him just as that fine layering of fat ran over his front. His nipples stiffened and thickened as soft, fatty furred flesh began to form under them, pressing out into small rounded mounds. Like the others, he took off his shirt and saw that he was a little pudgy, his feminine form further accentuated as his thighs thickened considerably. He gaped at himself, two front teeth quite prominent, as he saw that what lay between his legs was a puffy pussy. He was a she now, and that didn't seem so wrong...

She shook her head, but it was impossible for Harper not to think of herself as a woman and the same went for her friends around her, and why would she not? After all, she was a cute little rabbit girl with curves and hips and luscious thick thighs, warm pink fur, a cute cotton ball tail, and breasts that were still swelling. For some reason, she felt like they might end up bigger than Dale's, but that might have only been hope. After all, bigger breasts meant more milk, milk she would surely need for the babies when...

She frowned and looked to her friends, naked bunny girls that no longer resembled who they once were save for their humanoid shape. Dale's paws were on her wide, wide hips, while Quinn was gently massaging her rather big breasts, giggling as a squirt of milk leapt out of one fat nipple. They were all so full figured, plump and round, almost...

Motherly.

Harper shook her head again. What had she been talking about?

"The shop!" She said, not finding her high voice so alien anymore. "It was dark and there wasn't anyone there but a shadow within light that I asked for...something to prank you two. Some shenanigans before we started the year, and a prank is a good way to start, right?"

"Not really, man," Dale huffed. "I kind of need my dick to pick up ladies, not ovaries but..." her eyes glazed over as she rubbed her belly. "A warm womb full of kits wouldn't be so bad.."

"What are you on about?" Quinn asked, then smiled as she ran a paw over his leaking nipple.

"Although this milk should feed..."

"U-um," Harper stuttered. "Guys?"

"What?" Dale snarled, looking towards Harper. She motioned towards her full figure. "So you're saying some water did this? Gave me big breasts, a fat ass, and a bellyful of kits?"

"What? No?" Harper peered at Dale's stomach, but it seemed only slightly chubby, certainly not pregnant and full as Harper wished to be. She shook her head. "I asked for something that would have entertaining results. Although..." she hesitated. "I might have said fertile results."

"Huh?" Quinn said. "Why would you say that?" She paused and frowned. "Why wouldn't you say that? What doe doesn't want a swollen belly so full of life?"

"I thought..." Harper huffed as she felt her breasts swell out to their final ripe size along with a warmth in her womb, the sparking of something she wanted so badly, niggling at the back of her mind. "I thought it would be eggs or something. I know it was bunnies but I thought of Easter and eggs and..." He shook his head. "You know, something we could laugh about and eat later."

"Eat?" Dale wrinkled up her nose. "That's gross, why would I--"

She gasped, and Harper froze, as she heard Dale's stomach rumble. No, not rumble, but lurch and squelch, making such strange liquidy noises that were strangely...comforting. Harper watched as Dale placed her paws on her stomach just as it stretched and swelled with a soft creak. She stared and felt a rush of jealousy as Harper gained not only a pregnant swell, but another cup size to her breasts as they filled with milk that began to shortly leak from her erect nipples, dripping down into her white fur.

"What the--" Dale moaned, paws pressed farther and farther apart as her stomach continued to swell. "I'm...pregnant?"

"Oh my!" Quinn said, peering at Dale's belly longingly. "Isn't it wonderful?"

"No, it's..." Dale blinked and giggled. "It is more than wonderful! I can..." she gasped as her stomach squelched with a liquid gloomp. "It's amazing, it's a miracle! I can feel my kits inside me! Oh..." she shivered. "I hope there's more than a dozen!"

"A dozen?" Harper said. "Are you..."

The words died on her lips as she considered what she had meant to say. Of course Dale wasn't crazy! A dozen was standard size for a litter. Really, she should be hoping for more, and given the size of her belly already, Harper doubted it would be any less. She looked down at own belly and just wished she was so fortunate to be pregnant. After all, what was the use of a motherly body if she didn't get to be a mother?

She shook her head. No, that wasn't quite right. There had been something in that water other than something that made one into a zaftig bunny woman. It was messing with her mind or...

Was it? She looked over to Dale's swollen stomach and desired the same for herself, and that...that came from within. She wanted to be a mother. She wanted breasts so full with milk that they couldn't help but leak. She wanted to be so positively pregnant that twelve kits was on the low end.

She would have to wait a little longer, however, for it was Quinn who clutched her stomach next, letting out a delighted squeal as it started to swell with accompanying noises that should have been nauseating, but left Harper wanting the same for herself that much more. She watched not with jealousy now, but glee as Quinn rapidly went through the first trimester of her pregnancy, then the second, and stopping near the beginning of her third as her breasts bloated to an even larger size as the filled with even more milk. The newly pregnant rabbit giggled and squeezed at one of her thick nipples, giggling again as a strong stream of milk than before squirted out.

"Oh, oh," Quinn almost purred, squeezing his swollen stomach. "I'm so pretty and pregnant." She turned to Harper and smiled warmly, her ears dipping down. "Thank you so much. Best prank ever!"

Harper nodded enthusiastically, especially as she felt the warmth in her womb press out, her stomach expanding with rapidly forming life. She placed her paws on her stomach and closed her eyes, focusing on the shapes moving within, so many kits, her kits. She couldn't help but wiggle her rear at the thought, wondering if the does among them would end up so well endowed as she. She sure hoped so!

In the delight of her newfound motherhood, she barely paid attention to anything else other than the feeling of her stomach stretching and expanding. Somehow she felt as if she had waited for this moment all of her life, which seemed silly because she could remember being human and male, and yet...it was oh so true. How could she not have always wanted this? The warmth in her womb was nearly overwhelming, but it wasn't so much so that she couldn't feel her breasts begin to swell as well. She peeked one eye open and watched as they surged in size, pink nipples already leaking a bit of the warm white liquid as her breasts filled with the stuff. She shivered, imagining how it would feel to have her kits suckling on her swollen breasts, and the rush and relief their feeding motions would bring with it. She shivered, and then her stomach ceased swelling. She looked down at it in near disappointment. She was far along; not quite there yet, but she would be soon and that wasn't soon enough. She sighed and shrugged, waddling forward a little, glad to have at least the comforting weight of her children so close by. She massaged her stomach, paw toes wriggling as she thought of what it would be like to be without that weight, to hold her kits in her paws instead and--

"Oh!" she heard Dale exclaimed in a sharp, but pleasantly surprised tone. "Oh my!"

It was oh my indeed. Harper looked to Dale to see her more pregnant friend's thighs were slick with something, and her womanly slit looked puffy and parted- her overly large belly barely cradled in her paws. Dale's eyes were wide and huge.

"Oh man, girls," she said. "I think my water just broke!"

Harper and Quinn tittered in unison and then the maternal haze on their minds lifted just enough for Harper to realize that Dale wasn't joking. Her eyes widened, and she had to push away her jealousy that her friend was having her kits so soon to force her into action.

Or more waddle into action as she waddled over to Dale, hefting her belly all the way. She looked over the other bunny and placed a paw on her shoulder. She looked over to Quinn as Dale grunted, squatting slightly.

"Call an ambulance!" Harper shouted to Quinn. She looked at Dale's swollen belly and was worried that a dozen kits might be on the low side...not that it was a bad thing. "I think we'll need some help with this!"

Quinn nodded, waddling away. Harper watched her go, then gently eased Dale down as the other bunny woman came to rest on her pillowy rear. She grunted, her nose wiggling with distress, as she looked over to Harper with fire in her eyes.

"Heh..." Harper laughed nervously. "Hell of a prank, eh?"