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"...Once again, allow me to express our most sincere apologies for this most unfortunate accident."

Kyle turned to the manager. It wasn't quite possible for him to show just how angry he was right now. His body wasn't built the right way. The utter fury he felt was translated into a cute indignation and a stroppy pout. He pulled the dressing gown close across his cleavage and spoke. Even his voice was wrong for this--too high pitched and breathy. "Well, I still think you'd show you're sorry best by giving me the body I wanted. Or just plain tuning me back."

The manager stopped in front of double doors at the end of a red carpeted hallway and fiddled with a key card. "I am sorry, sir, but although the changing procedure is safe, to do it too many times in a short period can induce a very small amount of stress on the body, so it's not something we'd like to risk." The door swung open. "In the meantime, I'm sure that you will be able to enjoy yourself here."

The hotel room beyond was enormous. A thick red carpet coated the entrance way, spreading down a small set of steps to a seating area littered with couches and chairs in white leather. It had a bar at one side of the room and a large television on the other, both leading to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The height of the hotel suite gave a fantastic view across the island that lay beneath the azure sky, with golden beaches stretching off into the distance.

Kyle stepped into the room, slightly mollified by the opulence. "Yeah..." he said. "I guess I'll try."

The manager smiled and laid the key card on a side table by the door. "I'm glad to hear it. If there is anything, anything at all, you should desire, please call room service, and it will be taken care of. In addition--" he slid a small credit card next to the key "--should you choose to go into the town, this will handle any reasonable expenses you might have."

With that, he bowed slightly and backed out of the room. As the doors closed, he blew through his lips in relief and set off to have a really good shout at whomever he could find to blame for this mess.

Kyle was still exploring the suite. While it didn't make up for the mistake they'd made in the main service that l'Hotel du Corps offered, it was a step up from where he had woken that morning. The exorbitant price he'd paid had bought him a small single room with a magnificent view of the kitchens, tucked away from the lifts and stairs in the back of the hotel. It had been well appointed by the standards of hotels he'd stayed in previously, but it was clearly the bottom end of what they offered.

Of course, no one came to l'Hotel du Corps for the quality of the rooms--or the beaches of a tropical island. They were just nice bonuses.

The bedroom he wandered into was the size of his flat back home; obviously, the designer had thought this would be the place the guest would spend most of their time. The bed, complete with pure white silk sheets, was big enough for two of him to lay end on end, both across and down. Kyle swiped a mint off the pillow and sucked on it contemplatively.

Someone had moved his bag up here. Not that it was vital to have at the moment--the change of clothes he had packed wouldn't fit him now anyway--but it did contain his tablet, loaded with books he wanted to read, and the camera he wanted to use. Though he wasn't sure he'd be posting many photos of himself now.

On top of the bag was another tablet that he looked at curiously. The hotel logo rotated on the screen, inviting him to activate it. He picked it up and poked the logo, then almost dropped it in surprise.

The TV hanging on the wall had turned itself on and spoke to him. "Hi," it said in a sexy, seductive voice that he recognised slightly. "Welcome to l'Hotel du Corps."

He'd heard about rooms where everything from the TV to the air conditioning could be controlled from a single remote, but the lower-end room he'd paid for hadn't quite been of that level. Smiling, he thought about playing with it later, but for now, he wanted a drink while he watched the introductory video.

He wandered into the main room, and the television in there flicked on as he did. Stopping in the doorway and grinning, he waved the tablet in and out of the bedroom, causing the voice to be cut up between the rooms. "Here at l'Hotel du Corps, we'll do everything we can to ensure you have a pleasurable stay. We pride ourselves on having only the best facilities, from our five star chefs--" Kyle couldn't help noticing cynically she didn't say what type of star "--to our spa and massage facilities, our beaches, and--*ahem*--special function rooms."

Kyle sniggered a little as he got himself a Coke. He'd seen a few illicit pictures of the special function rooms; the hotel didn't publicise them, but there were one or two out there that acted as better advertisements than anything they could have come up with. He had planned to spend a lot of time in there, but not looking like this.

"All the shops, clubs and restaurants on the island are most welcoming to our guests, and you can be sure that wherever you go, you'll be welcomed with open arms."

Of course, you had to be rich to stay here. The amount of money a facility like the hotel brought was enough to make the island's leadership legalise the procedure when other governments had, in typical reactionary manner, completely ignored the medical applications and banned it outright because a few people used it for freakish sexual transformations. The island now had one of the highest GDP per capita in the world, and few citizens complained that some rich freaks were fucking each other in a hotel.

"But first, before we give you a tour of the place you're staying in, we should give you a tour of the body you're staying in."

Kyle understood the reason the voice was familiar now: he'd been hearing it since he'd woken up and screamed this morning. Having it come from outside his head made it sound different though--high, breathy, musical, every word a light seductive touch. On the screen were the two narrators, though it was not possible to tell which had been speaking as their voices were as identical as their bodies, as both were as identical to the man now watching them.

A pair of white bunnygirls stood in a room very similar to his bedroom. Their ears stood up straight from their heads, just showing a hint of the pink skin inside. Their faces were split by grins that didn't quite reach the eyes of the actresses, showing off their odd lips: the top lip was split and revealed buck teeth, the bottom an inviting red.

They were dressed differently to the transformed man, though. Both wore a bunnygirl suit straight out of Playboy with little wraps of fabric forming cuffs at their wrists. One was red and one black, cupping their massive breasts and hugging their contours. In a natural woman, an observer would have thought the only way to have those wide hips with such a small waist would be a tight corset, but Kyle knew they weren't being compressed at all: his body, naked beneath the robe, followed exactly the same curves.

"You're going to love being one of us bunnygirls," said the one in red. She shifted from her pose to wave at the rabbit in black. "So I'll give you a quick run-through about all the features that you'll be trying out. Why don't you play along at home?"

Kyle slumped in the chair in front of the TV. He had wanted to be a hot fox guy, so it was somewhat ironic he'd ended up as the bunnygirl. They'd blamed it on a 'clerical error,' refunded him, and given him a much better suite, but still, he was less than pleased.

"Now, there's no need to worry about getting your fur wet or dirty. While it's not self cleaning--you'll still need to take a shower--it does repel the water so it dries quickly and you won't produce nearly as much sweat as you did as a human. Plus, it doesn't stop you from feeling. In fact you might be even more sensitive than before!"

As she spoke, Red ran her hands over the bare shoulders of Black, who had sat down on the bed. Kyle raised his hand to his cheek and touched the white fur there. It was soft and smooth, his touch sliding off it. And they were right about the sensitivity: the hairs transmitted the feeling so well it was like they weren't there.

"If you've not been transformed before, you'll find you've got a few new erogenous zones. The ears, for example." She ran her hand up the side of Black's face before grasping the long ear gently at the base between forefinger and thumb. She gently rubbed the inside, and the woman beneath her let her lips part, eyes falling half closed.

Kyle was curious. He'd never had someone touch his ears in an erotic fashion, but the look on the girl's face was convincing him. He pulled one of his long lapine ears down and slid his thin feminine finger up and down the pink flesh inside.

It was definitely more sensitive than the rest of his body. The touch seemed to radiate energy through him, concentrating his attention on the top of his head. It wasn't as crude as an electric pulse to his groin, but it was good in some way he would have trouble defining.

He realised he hadn't been paying attention to the screen. Black was still having her ears caressed by Red, but she was now looking at her slyly, her arms wrapped around the red bunny suit. With one move she yanked it down to let those breasts hang free, surprising the exposed bunny into stopping her aural ministrations. "Let's talk about your breasts," she whispered in a lust filled way.

Kyle stopped. His breasts. After the transformation, they put the guests in their own rooms to wake up and explore their new bodies, and the first thing he'd seen was the two mounds beneath the bedsheets. He'd panicked and called for a doctor, of course, and they had poked and prodded him, but he hadn't had the chance to fully explore himself until now.

On the screen, the camera focused in to Black's face and Red's breasts. They were works of art, created to be as attractive as possible--big and rounded without being so large as to be a parody. Hanging naturally, the swell of their base just went past the edge of the bunny girl's ribcage, and any support caused them to form deep, invitingly soft cleavage. Not that these were allowed to hang for long; the black suited girl hefted them from beneath and pushed them together. "Breasts are what we bunnies were built around."

Kyle looked down over his chest. The right shoulder of his dressing gown had fallen off his shoulder, revealing the expanse of white fur. There was a slight lift in the flesh beneath it that continued to grow away from his chest before disappearing beneath the robe.

With glacial slowness, he lifted the side of the robe to look at his breast.

The flesh of it did not sit high and tight like a fake implant. Instead it rolled naturally, spreading off the side of his chest. Not too far--it still looked firm, but not so firm it appeared like something inserted. The thick pink nipple poked through the fur, inviting him to touch it, tease it. His left hand rose almost out of his own volition to touch it.

"You're going to love these bags of fun." His attention snapped back to the screen. Black now had both her hands wrapped around Red's tits, squeezing them close together. Her thumbs twitched on the nipples, those copies of his.

The red-clad bunnygirl was breathing heavily. Each exhale was accompanied with a tiny little 'oh!' Eyes lidded with pleasure, she started down as each inhale thrust her tits further into the hands of her partner. "Your nipples... they're like little pleasure buttons. One touch and you're ready to go. These fat little nubs have a direct line right to the part of your brain that just wants to fuck."

Kyle's hand, hovering above his chest, brushed against the exposed nipple. It was like completing a circuit, the burst of pleasure shooting down through his body to his pussy. He couldn't stop his hand seizing his breast, wrapping round it and pushing that stiff little nipple against his palm. A little girlish 'oh!' escaped his lips, just like the bunnygirl copy of himself on the screen.

"Now, you won't actually produce milk--there's an upgrade for that--but feeling a tongue on these? It's like nothing you've ever felt before." With that she slipped her mouth over the other girl's breast flesh, who reacted with a long moan, her eyes rolling back in her head and her neck going limp.

Kyle's right hand snuck under the robe to hold his left breast. Even though he wasn't moving, the stiffness of his nipples pushed into his palms, each heartbeat making them twitch, sending a corresponding shock through his body straight down to his groin. His tits overflowed his hands, now so much smaller than they had been as a man.

He wasn't concentrating on what was happening on the screen, just on processing the feelings his feminised body gave him. Those constant rolling waves of enticing pleasure that promised so much more to come were something he'd never felt before, and his conscious mind simply didn't know how to respond. His body did, and he twitched his wide hips gently in his seat.

In the guide-turned-porn, the black bunny was busy unzipping the red suit with one hand, the other still assaulting the girl's nipples. She pulled the standing rabbit down to join her on the bed, stripping off the red bunny suit and revealing the woman's pussy, wet with the signs of her arousal. Her voice jerked Kyle's head back up. "And if you thought your nipples were good, this is going to set your world on fire. It's your vagina. It's where you're going to get fucked. A lot."

Kyle stared at the slit on the screen. He had one, just like it, hidden between his legs and the folds of his robe. It was that thing that his nipples were driving. It ached and pulsed. It called to him, his mind slipping down over the silky white fur of this woman's body to rest at his crotch.

He stared at the screen, unblinking. The bunnygirl in charge gently spread the legs of the duplicate beneath her. She wrapped her left arm around the girl's leg and pulled it up into a folded position, giving the camera a view of her pussy and ass as she rested her chin on the soft, giving stomach. With the fore and middle fingers of her right hand, she traced the crease between the legs and torso down, drawing a long shivering moan from her partner. The muscles of her legs <i>twitched</i> and quivered, making the rabbit on top giggle. A few beads of female lust spilled from the vagina and onto her fingers.

Kyle's hand flipped out, throwing off the robe on one side. The other had already fallen off his leg, and he had a clear view of the space between his legs. With the level of arousal he felt, he should have been hard as a rock, but... his pussy seemed to throb. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination or if he could actually see it opening and closing with his heartbeat, but he could feel it, the alien source of pleasure flooding his new body and old mind.

"This is just mind blowing. Once someone touches your pussy, you're not going to want to let it go until you've cum." She pushed her fingers into the flesh of the other bunny's mound, sliding them apart so the girl's pussy winked open, showing off the pink depths and the nub of the clitoris at the top. A garbled moan came from off the screen, and a hand flailed directionlessly. "She's supposed to have some lines to say here, but I don't think she's in any condition to say them."

Kyle became aware that his hand was floating above his vagina. The warmth of it radiated out, heating his palm. His chest pushed out into his left hand, his breathing fast and out of control.

She let her fingers go and formed a wedge with all of them. "Your pussy... it's amazing. It's an incredible source of pleasure. Not just yours, but everyone else's, too. It feels so overwhelming--" her voice almost cracked on that word, her eyes closing in a luxurious wave of pleasure "--when something hard gets stuck in it..."

With that, she thrust the wedge of her hand into the other girl's vagina, eliciting a guttural moan and convulsions. "It's so tight! And it will always be tight, whether it's a six inch long dick or a six inch wide dick pushing in there. You're equipped to handle pretty much anything any other guest might be sporting, and you'll stretch to fit it."

Her hand disappeared up to the knuckles, and she spread out her fingers to demonstrate the elastic properties of the bunnygirl's flesh. Of Kyle's flesh. The same.

Kyle's hand rested on his mound. The heat reflected back into him. The pressure pushed down on his clit. His breath caught in his throat.

"Your ass and your mouth are as stretchy, too. They're just as much fun to stuff with a big hot cock, too!" She giggled, closing her hand up and pushing into the other bunny up to her wrist, the cuff bouncing against the other girl's lips. The girl danced like a puppet.

His middle finger was resting on his slit. He could feel the wetness of it. It would be so easy to slip in, like it wanted to.

The liquid sounds from the TV were accompanied by squeals and moans. "When something goes into you like this, it's almost too much. Your mind can't think of anything but getting fucked. Not until you've cum."

His finger penetrated him. It slipped into his centre. It pushed through his whole being. Wrapped him around itself. Split his vulva and found where he was completely.

The voices on the screen were saying something. He didn't know what. He didn't care. All that he cared about was the waves of pleasure that echoed up and down his body, and he clutched at his breast, curling the finger inside himself until it brushed his insides. His thumb touched against his clit and then--

The force of the convulsion thrust his finger out of him. Female ejaculate spattered on his robe. His body bucked and rolled with waves of pleasure that spread over him, emanating straight from the depths of his pussy. He twisted in his chair, a high pitched scream oh-so feminine erupting from his throat.

He rested with his eyes closed, his breasts hanging off his chest as he breathed heavily. But his vagina wasn't done with him yet. It still ached. It still craved. It still needed more.

There was a box full of sex toys in the bedroom. The thought entered Kyle's mind and forced his eyes open. Before he had considered it, he had rushed over and was rummaging through drawers and cupboards. Clothes carefully tailored for his new body were ignored and cast aside until he found a drawer under the bed that pulled out to reveal a carefully arranged array of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, gags, handcuffs, whips, paddles, and some things that Kyle couldn't even identify. He grabbed a long see-through purple jelly dildo, maybe two inches across, and ran back into the main room.

And stopped. His two bunnygirl clones were still entwined on the screen, and beyond them he could see out of the window, over the island. And anyone could look in to see him.

No. They'd see a bunny girl, so horny and desperate for sex she was about to fuck herself with a dildo. They'd see the flesh he was wrapped in, not him.

And besides, he was so far up, surely no one would bother to get a telescope to look in windows? And it was the middle of the day. He knew there could be no watchers.

Imagining eyes on his sexy bunnygirl body, he sat in the chair, back in the robe now damp with the leavings of his orgasm. The dildo waved about, flapping on the underside of his breasts. He lowered it between his spread legs, letting the bulbous head rest against the lips of his vagina. Surely that thing wouldn't fit inside him?

On the screen, the camera had moved to give a better view of the black-suited bunnygirl with her legs now on either side of the other's head. The bottom of her suit had come undone, and the girl on the bottom was licking and sucking on her pussy, her long, flexible tongue lapping at the lower lips.

Kyle's eyes slid closed. With his cute buck teeth, he bit his red lower lip and rubbed the dildo along his vulva, imagining it was that tongue kissing him down there.

How strange. Only an hour ago, waking up to find himself unexpectedly a girl, he would have been horrified to think he would be masturbating like this. Now his body cried out for it, and his mind went along willingly. He pushed the dildo in.

The rubber plastic of the dildo gave a little as it entered him. Not nearly as much as he gave. His body was soft and welcoming now. It pulled the length into him. In one wailing breath he had thrust the phallus six inches into him. There was no pain. Just so much pleasure it overwhelmed him the way pain could.

Every muscle in his body froze. He couldn't breath. His eyes stared franticly ahead as he tried to wrest control of his body back. On the screen, the bunnygirl on top was trying to speak between moans, biting her lip. The same thing was happening to her, driven by the cunnilingus of the bunny below.

"You're going to f-f-fuck! Ah! Find! Find that sex is everything. You're built- made for - for SEX! YES! Ah! Oh just let me-"

Kyle took short, sharp breaths. His arms were out straight, both hands on the dildo, pushing his breasts together and forming deep cleavage. They shook as his ribs heaved, each movement sending waves of pleasure over him. His tightning nipples trembled with the overstimulation that bushing against the silky fur of his arms brought.

"There's so- so many hormones and nerves, a-ah! And every time you move it'll set them off until your brain's s-swimming with- FUCK! Need! Need to be fucked!"

He twitched his arms up. His wide split pussy clung to the jelly, pink flesh peeking out from between his lips before slipping back. His entire body shook, legs convulsing and juddering. His hips thrust up, eager to pull the rod back into him before--his mind not involved in the movement--he thrust it back inside him.

"It's so easy to- CUM! Ah! And each time you do you'll want it more. A-a-ah! And they'll fuck you until you pass out ah-ah- fuck!"

It slipped back out, easier this time, his tunnel lubricating the length of rubber. That didn't stop him feeling every single ridge and bump, touching his insides, deforming his vulva before before sliding past with a burst of sensation.

"The desire- the NEED- you're going to NEED to fuck! That's what you're for! That's what you should do! Fuck me fuck me FUUUUCK!"

Her eyes were wide as she came. So were Kyle's. The same waves of ecstasy rolled over him, but now each time the rolling physical pleasure hit his pussy, it seemed to reflect off the rod inside him, sending more peaks of joy coursing through his nerves to reinforce the ones already flowing through him.

His hands released the dildo, convulsing like the rest of him. He couldn't tell the difference between his screams and the wild yelps coming from the screen. He was having trouble telling which was which, losing himself in the pure physical pleasure of being a woman.

He became aware he'd slipped off the chair at some point. His chest was heaving, desperate for the breath he'd been screaming into the air. Random twitches shook his muscles. The dildo was still rammed into his overstimulated pussy, and as he tried to move his legs, each action sent aftershocks of orgasmic pleasure through him. He gripped the end of the purple length protruding from between his legs and yanked it out in one smooth move. That sent more spasms of ecstasy through him, making him flail and gasp.

Collecting himself after a few minutes, he clambered slowly to his feet, still getting used to the way his breasts pulled at his chest. A damp stain marked the chair, and his dressing gown was soaked through. That was the most pleasure he'd ever felt.

The movie had ended, going back to a menu screen. He looked at it and thought. When the spokes bunny had said he would need to fuck, did she mean--

That he'd be unable to turn down any requests?

No. Surely not. Yes, they could pump this body full of hormones, but he was still in control. He'd just masturbate, or use some of the other toys. It was silly to say that he'd get so turned on he would be ruled by his pussy.

Still...

He let the dildo rest on his palms, wondering what it would be like if it were a real cock.

Kindly edited by Aesan. There should be a second part coming once I've written it!