The door opened with a slight creak, the noise causing me to jolt with anxiety. I was nervous, for obvious reasons, and the sudden noise did little to help. Before me stood a woman, looking me up and down curiously. Her hair was long, blonde and messy. Green eyes that seemed to sparkle. Big, innocent doe like eyes, and a sweet smile. She was about a head shorter than me. She'd be beautiful, if only I didn't know what she was.

“Good morning… may I ask what your business is here?”

My voice caught in my throat, as I spoke my rehearsed lie. “I- I need your help. With something discreet.” She nodded, like she understood what I meant.

“Alright, I suppose that makes sense. You may come in, but first, may I have your name?”

Oh, right. “It's Damien. And you are?”

She grinned widely, entirely innocently, despite her words seeming off. “You may call me Hazel for now, darling. Come in.” She opened the door wider, and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter.

She led me to two sofas facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, decorated with a vase and a collection of trinkets. “I quite feel like having myself some tea, it's actually about teatime for me. Would you like some, Damien?” Her words were light and soft, but the way she spoke my name made a shiver run down my spine. Not wanting to come off as rude, I agreed, and she nodded, before indicating she'd be back.

She left the room and I heard the noise of a stove being turned on, and the assorted preparations of tea. I looked around the room, attempting to ground myself. My heart beat rapidly, aware of what I was here to do, and the risks of it. It was remarkably cozy, and it almost put me at ease. Shelves of books lined the walls, decorated with flowers and assorted bits and pieces. the lamp bathed the room in warm amber light. The sofas were old, but well cared for and comfortable. And above all, there was a strong scent of something. Some sort of plant or fragrant herb. It was subtle, but there. I tried to ignore the parts of the room that unease me, like how some of the plants that grew were unnatural in colour, or how the books were written in a language I failed to recognize.

She returned, carrying a tray with two cups, a porcelain kettle, and a plate of biscuits. “Apologies. I didn't mean to take as long as I did, but being a good host is the priority.” She poured the tea, and I smelt that fragrance emanating from it. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was incredibly strong.

She handed the cup to me, “What is it?” I wasn't familiar with tea, and hoped that asking this question would allow me some extra time to build up the nerves that I so sorely lacked.

“Doesn't have a name really. Old family recipe, I've adapted it a little. It's good, I assure you.” Not wanting to be awkward, I took a sip. It was almost sweet and again that fragrance filled my nose and moth, washing over me. I felt like whatever it was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't place it.

“It's good, I-”

I was interrupted by her offering the biscuit plate to me. “Would you like one?” Acting almost on instinct I took one, and bit into it. It was good, freshly baked. In fact it felt like it just came out of the oven. Without thinking I took another deep sip of the tea and realized that the cup was empty, which didn't seem right. “You were saying?”

“Oh right- I-” actually now that I thought, I couldn't remember what I was trying to say. “I uh- nevermind.” 

She giggled, but in such a way that raised my hackles. “That's alright Damien. It happens to the best of us. Maybe I should do the talking, okay?” She took a sip of her tea, before speaking again. “So, may I ask what's in your pocket, darling?”

What? She'd have no way of knowing, I'd been incredibly Careful, making sure it'd be unseen. Maybe it was a bluff, it had to be. I'd just lie. It's a risk I didn't like, but better then being caught out at the get go. “It's um- it's a knife.” What. Those were not the words I meant, nor the words I spoke, but that's what came out of my mouth.

“Oh darling… and why, if I may ask, do you have a knife?” 

It was a Freudian slip, it had to be. These are dangerous areas, everyone carries a knife on them. It was the truth, even if the one that I had wasn't meant for that purpose. “It's to kill you.” Oh Fuck. 

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

Those weren't the words I thought, nor the words I meant to say. I tried to salvage it, “It's a knife, I have it because I'm intending to kill you, for being a witch.” Fuck.

She raised an eyebrow, with a simultaneously disappointed and entertained look on her face. She stood up, approaching me. “I should hardly be surprised, it seems like these are the only type of visitors I get anymore.” She stopped before me, before reaching down. I wanted to stop her, but I felt frozen by fear. She retrieved the knife, taking a good look at it, before clicking her fingers in her other hand. It seemed to burn away like paper in a fireplace, leaving her holding nothing. She sat back down, crossing her legs and taking another sip of her tea. “Now… what am I to do with you?” 

“Let me go, and I'll never come back. I'll warn the others, make sure you're never bothered again.” I sounded panicked and truthfully, I was. Everything had immediately gone wrong. Somehow she compelled me to speak the truth, and I realized I wasn't frozen with fear I couldn't move.

“The others?”

“Yes, everyone else at the village, I'll tell them all, we'll never bother you again. I promise!”

“Hmmm, I could, mark you, make an example of you, and send you on your merry way.” I nodded, “but… considering you're here, that won't work. But… maybe you could be useful. You are certainly very interesting, isn't that right, Damien?” She grinned impishly.

“I- what do you mean?”

“You've got a funny little mind darling, and one full of desires, all ones that interest me. You'd be a perfect familiar, I think. So, what do you say?”

“What?”

“Do you want to be my familiar, darling?”

“What? No, absolutely not. Never!” I spat those words out, suddenly feeling enraged. If this bitch thought I'd accept her ridiculous offer, she'd be insane.

“Oh okay” She mockingly pouted, “unfortunately for you, you're in no position to refuse. So that's a yes, darling. Say yes for me, okay?”

I tried to leap at her, unable to, and spat out a curse, at least that's what I meant to. Instead, in a meek voice, I said “Yes.”

She grinned wider somehow, “such a good girl~” I felt myself blush, which only infuriated me more, “we better get started then.”

“Why did you say that?” I wanted to yell, to spit venom at her, but found myself unable to. My voice was my voice, but it sounded wrong.

“Say what? Good Girl~” the words hit me, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. She giggled at my reaction, “I said it because it's true, you're a Good Girl.”

The words hit me again, and I couldn't think. My mind felt all full of static and molasses, all slow and sticky, and all such a mess. I wanted to protest; Wanted to curse her out, beg for freedom, and above all tell her I was not a girl. But I couldn't, instead I spoke again, gently, like I never had before in my life. “I'm not a girl though.” It was meant to be a refutation, but instead it sounded almost sad. I wasn't sad though. Why would I be sad about not being a girl? 

Why did I feel sad at that thought?

“Aw, I'm sorry, darling. But I can fix that for you.” That would be nice. I'd like that. I chose to remain silent, knowing my words would wouldn't be my own. 

“First… could you remind me of your name please?”

I tried to keep silent, but it was drawn out of me. “Damien…” again in that cute pathetic voice. 

“Do you like that name?” No, I never liked it. It wasn't right, it was too masculine. I bit my tongue, refusing to play her game. “No matter, darling, that can be fixed.” She smiled again, and snapped her fingers. 

“What is your name?” She asked again, but spoke it like a command. 

“Damien”

“Again”

“Damien!

“Again…”

“D-damien”

“......again…..”

“D- d-” I blinked, intense vertigo washing over me. “It's….” I couldn't remember. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't place it. It started with a d, just knew that. Daniel maybe? Or David? They didn't sound right. Why did I think it started with a d? None of the possibilities I could think of made sense to me. I felt some great loss. It was my fucking name! Who gave this bitch the right to take it from me? It was missing, and it didn't feel right. But… maybe that wasn't so bad. Whatever it was, I never liked it. I hated it in fact. It was too masculine. “I can't…. I can't remember.”

“Oh you poor thing.” She stood up before taking the seat beside me. “It's not nice is it? Would you like a name?”

I wanted to recoil, her being so close, but my body didn't listen to me. “Yes please.” I sounded desperate, and I spoke so meekly and gently. It wasn't was me. I hated liked it. 

“Hmmm” She feigned thinking, biting her lip and letting her eyes wander. “How about… Ivy?”

It sounded nice… Ivy. That's not a guys name. It was actually really pretty. It's not right it’s not right! It seemed right. “I like it!” I beamed at her. She smiled back, before giggling.

“That was easier than I thought. Ivy.” She snapped her fingers again, and I suddenly felt like I'd been asleep, only waking up now. 

“I- what happened?” I felt almost sick, like I had been caught up in a wave, losing all direction as the water consumed me. 

“Nothing much darling. I just helped you with your name, that's all. Do you like it, Ivy?”

That wasn't my name. That wasn't my name. That wasn't my name. But why was it? I tried to think, to remember, to refute it. But I couldn't. It was a girl's name, and I wasn't a girl. It was wrong. And worst of all? It felt right. I liked it, liked how she said it, liked that it was mine, liked that I was Ivy. I was Ivy.

I was Ivy. Ivy was a girl's name. I'm not a girl

I was Ivy. Ivy was a girl's name. I'm a guy. Why.

I was Ivy. Ivy was a girl's name. Was I a guy? I didn't want to be. I never did.

I was Ivy. Ivy was a girl's name. Was I a girl? No, I wasn't. My body was all wrong. I couldn't be. But I want it.

I was Ivy. Ivy was a girl's name. I was Ivy.

My head hurt. I was thinking too much. I didn't like it

“Hey Ivy? Are you okay?” Her words jolted me out from whatever strange place I had found myself in.

“I-” before I could even start, she put a finger to my mouth.

“It's okay darling. It's hard isn't it. Thinking so much, worrying so much. But it'll all be okay, when we're done, all that will go away, alright?” That sounded… Nice? My head suddenly felt bad. Too many thoughts, too much happening. It wasn't good. I didn't like overthinking all the time. I didn't need it. “I'd like that.” My voice was still soft, and I felt confused. I hated it, hated how it sounded, and I couldn't understand why. It was soft and gentle and cute like me. And I really liked it. Just hearing it made me want to smile.

“Alright then… we've got a little work to do, so stay still for a while longer, Ivy” I nodded, wanting to listen to her. Being told what to do helped my head from being so full. Made me feel better.

She reached her hands out, tracing a finger along my thigh. Despite the layer of clothing, it still caused me to shiver. “Let's see… where would be a good place to start…” She suddenly stopped her tracing, grabbing my thigh and digging her nails in. “How about here? Would you like that Ivy?”

The feeling of the nails on my skin made me want to escape even more felt amazing. I shivered, before nodding, “Y-yes please.”

“Alright darling, let's get started then.” She squeezed again, causing me to gasp. An unfamiliar warmth seemed to flow from her hand, pooling in my thighs, it felt weird good. It felt really good. She squeezed my thigh again, her nails digging in deep. This time however, it felt different. Her hand seemed to sink in deeper, it seemed squishier than it had been mere seconds ago. “Do you like it? The feeling of growing? I imagine it must feel quite nice.” She leaned forward, so close, her breath hot on my ear. “You deserve it darling…” She punctuated it with another squeeze. It felt even better this time, and I moaned in response. I could see now that my thighs were straining against the fabric of my pants. They seemed to squish out, and suddenly looked and felt so much softer. “A pretty girl like you needs lovely, thick thighs, don't you think?”

She let go, tracing her fingers against the fabric. Where her fingers made contact, it seemed to light up, in a soft amber glow. The glow spread, burning away the fabric, bit by bit. And I could now properly see the difference.

My once toned thighs were gone, replaced by two pale soft things. They spread out from where they sat, and the two of them closed the gap between my legs. I moved ever so slightly, and felt how they rubbed together, and how they seemed to jiggle ever so slightly. I nearly gasped, and I felt something begin to build in my now exposed underwear. I found myself blushing, flustered at the idea of her seeing me like this. “Shhhh. It's alright darling, I understand. You don't need to be flustered. It feels good doesn't it, you can tell me the truth.” I nodded slowly, my blush not fading in the slightest. “Of course it does! And that's alright. It's good for you to feel good, okay? It's normal to enjoy how it feels, getting so soft.” She squeezed again. “But darling, we're only getting started, so hold out a little longer okay?” I felt that warmth flow from her hands, and that feeling again, along with something else. 

It looked like fur was beginning to grow, crawling up and down my legs, from where her hands lay. At the same time, my thighs grew even more. with her other hand, she grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pulled hard, undoing the first button. She made her way down, one by one, as I bit my lip and tried to ignore how good I felt. She removed her hand from my thigh eventually, and I saw the change properly. They were so soft, so chubby. It was wonderful. They squished together so perfectly. I couldn't help but think, about how they'd feel, how they'd jiggle, how they'd rub together. How they'd be a perfect place for Hazel to rest her head. She could cuddle up and-  I snapped myself out of it, some small and silly part of me not wanting that. That silly side wanted freedom, and didn't want this. Didn't want to end up a familiar. But it sounded nice…

“Do you like your fur, darling? I think it suits you.” She ran a hand across it, and I could feel how soft it was. It was grey, like charcoal, and incredibly fluffy. It had made its way down my legs, stopping a little after my knees. It had also crept up, and seemingly into my underwear. It seemed to stop there, no more of it crawling up onto my stomach. It was nice, and really pretty. It made me feel all cute. I wanted her to stroke it, tell me how lovely it was, and grope my thighs. And then- No. Stop. Stop this, stop her! Stop letting this happen. “I do! I really like it, Miss!”

“Aw, I'm very happy to hear that Ivy!” She pet me on the head, and I giggled. I liked being pet. It was nice. Familiars get pets! Please. Please. Please stop stop stop stop stop stop.

“I think, let's do your chest next.” She got onto her knees, and leaned forward, getting so close. She placed her hand in the middle of my chest, and yet again, I felt that warm flowing feeling, this time somehow even better. From under her fingers, I watched as the same gray fur crept out, slowly spreading. At the same time, I felt the same pooling feeling in my chest. I watched as first I seemed to soften up, losing all definition. Next, I watched as the fur crept over them fully, and I watched as they grew. First small little bumps, that became softer and rounder with each second. They began to hang down almost, creating a pear-like shape. They were breasts, my breasts. Seeing them made me so so happy. 

The fur continued to creep, making its way down, stopping before reaching my stomach. It also crept up my neck and arms, stopping after my elbow, and just below my head. I wanted to scream at her thank her for the wonderful gift she gave me. I didn't get the chance, as her free hand grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed.

I gasped, before moaning. They were incredibly sensitive, her hands causing what felt like sparks to explode outwards. I fell back, gasping again, as she squeezed again  this time harder. With her other hand, she traced a circle across my nipple with her fingers. It tingled where her finger made contact, and I could only see stars. “You like that, don't you?” I shivered and let out another moan, which she took as agreement. “Such a good girl for me. Such a good bunny for me…”

She let go, climbing onto my lap. “Now, we're nearly done, and I think I've saved the best for last.” She seemed to notice my arousal, sitting on my lap. “Oh I see. Poor girl is feeling a little pent up?” I nodded, but couldn’t help but blush. It all felt so good. And I felt so incredibly aroused, but it felt wrong. It was too lewd of me, wanting that. 

“It's alright darling. I'll finish the job and let you cum, but on one condition.” She seemed to pick up on my embarrassment 

“Wha- what is it?” I would have done anything for that release, despite it being wrong. Why was it wrong?

“I need you to tell me what I am.”

The answer was obvious, and I wanted to say it. It would be easy. And I needed what she offered. Don't. Please… Dont.

It was a simple word, i just had to say it. Please! You can’t, I can’t! You knew what it means!

I wanted it, even though some small silly part of me didn't. It'd be giving myself over fully, as her familiar. I couldn't. I couldn't. I couldn't I couldn't I couldn't. Icouldnt’tIcouldntIcouldnt.

Let go

Let go

Say it

And you'll be happy

You'll be loved. And don't you like it, how cute you've become? Ivy is a lovely name for a cute empty headed bunny like yourself.

You want it, don't lie.

All of you does.

So say it. Let go, and give in.

“Mistress. You're my Mistress.” My voice was different. It was softer, and higher pitched than it had been. I liked it.

“Good Girl!” She snapped her fingers, and I suddenly felt something around my neck. It was thick, and a little tight. Tight enough that it wouldn't come off. My collar. “That will handle the rest. Let's get to the fun part.”

I nodded, my head feeling clearer than it ever had before. The collar was nice. And Mistress was so close. She smelt nice, like herbs. It made me want to cuddle with her! But we could cuddle later. 

Warmth flowed from the collar, throughout my body. It felt amazing, flowing through me. I felt it begin to build up, warming me up. My ears felt funny, and so did something on my butt. But it would be okay, Mistress was here, and she wouldn't do anything bad to me. 

“Now… having saved the best for last..” She poked my tummy, and I felt a strange jolt. “There we go…”

I looked down, and I saw what had once been flat and toned, begin to change. First, it softened up a little bit. Fur seemed to creep up, fully covering it. It continued to soften, as it grew, before becoming this small soft round thing. It was cute, like me.

Before I could properly appreciate it, Mistress grabbed it, and squeezed, digging her nails in deep. I couldn't help but gasp, before moaning. It felt so good, and like a pressure was building. 

“Nice and soft… my doughy little bunny.” In her hands it continued to grow, faster than before. It became a handful, and then another, as it grew. Soon her hands couldn't contain it, as it seemed to spill out onto my lap. It covered my thighs and my crotch, a fact which only seemed to excite my dick more. I felt my face grow warm. Why was I so aroused? I was a good bunny! And good bunnies don’t act so lewd.

“Look at that lovely tummy, isn't it wonderful.” I nodded, gasping as she squeezed again. “It's so cute, just like you! Now, I think we're about done. What do you think? Do you like it.”

“I- yes Mistress. I do”

“I'm very happy to hear that Ivy, you've turned out so wonderfully. Now… one last thing. Who do you belong to?”

“You Mistress! You!”

“Good bunny! Now remember that, and don't forget it, okay? As a reward for being such a good bunny for me, you may finally get your release.” She snapped her fingers, and it suddenly hit me. “Cum for me.”

I moaned, as my body was wracked with pleasure, and my hips bucked forwards. It was simply the best thing I had ever felt. And it was all because of Mistress.

I fell back, gasping for air. “Good bunny~ guess you really needed that, huh?”

I felt myself blush. “I'm sorry!”

She seemed oddly amused, “For what Ivy?”

I couldn't explain why, but I knew I shouldn't have. It was… too lewd, too inappropriate for me to have done. Good bunnies don't do things like that. “I shouldn't have Mistress, I'm sorry!”

“Shh, it's okay darling. Let's get you cleaned up. Just next time tell me first.” She pulled me to my feet, which made me quickly aware of the fact I wasn't wearing anything. Which caused me to fluster further. “Next time, I could help you if you want. Good bunnies let others help.”

“Alright…”

“Let's get you dressed though.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead, and pulled me along.

I was the luckiest bunny to have her as my Mistress.