Pulling a Rabbit Girl Out of a Hat [Woman to Bunny TF]

For SpiralTrace

Elena is the lovely assistant to a second-rate magician, but when the Magnificent Marcus decides to spice up his act with some real magic, she finds herself at his mercy.

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It was quiet backstage as Elena adjusted the final piece of her costume. She was still slipping into her fishnet stockings when the door swung open with a bang, and Marcus, her boss and the so-called "Greatest Magician of the Age," stormed in, his face a mask of frustration.

“Nothing. Again. Not even half-filled seats!” he complained. "This is a joke, Elena. A complete joke."

Elena kept her eyes on the mirror, running a finger along the edge of her eyeliner. She didn’t even flinch when the door slammed against the wall. It was the same story every night; magicians just weren’t the draw they used to be, not even in Vegas. Marcus had a temper and a penchant for finding someone else to blame. Tonight, it was her.

“You’re just not cutting it anymore,” he muttered. His eyes roamed over her figure "Being a pretty girl in a skimpy outfit isn't enough to keep them interested, you know." 

He raised an eyebrow, a thin smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I need something more. You need something more."

She swallowed her irritation. She had learned long ago to smile and nod, playing the part with the right amount of allure and charm. The truth was, even after delving into all those black magic books, Marcus was a lousy magician. The ‘lovely assistant’ was just supposed to be a distraction to pull off illusions, but Marcus would shuffle her off to the side of the stage just so he could have the full spotlight. All that meant was that everybody saw when he slipped a card out of his sleeve. 

He insisted that his magic was real, even to her, which was a foolish thing to do. The assistant had to know how the illusions worked; otherwise, how was she supposed to distract? Elena felt all these words sitting on the back of her throat, but swallowed them down. She learned early on that Marcus never responded well to criticism, no matter how constructive or gentle. So instead, she fixed him with a smile. 

“That’s what I was thinking too,” she said, “Perhaps some new costumes.”

Personally, she thought Marcus was the one who needed a wardrobe update. Her bedazzled leotard and fishnet stockings weren’t exactly fresh, but they were classics for a reason. 

Marcus looked ridiculous in his cape and top hat. The hat was especially stupid, it was far too tall. So tall, in fact, he couldn’t even use it for tricks. If he ever tried a classic pull from the hat trick, people would just think there was a false bottom. 

Marcus didn’t reply to her; of course, he didn't think women were capable of good ideas. He was already muttering to himself, working out the next big ‘wow’ moment, imagining the applause, the amazement. Elena set her makeup brush down with deliberate care. As he disappeared back into the shadows of the stage, Elena glanced at her reflection. She was tired of this, tired of being a body on display, all legs and leotards and big, fluffy blonde hair. 

“One more week.” She whispered to her reflection, “Just one more week of shows and you’ll have enough for a ticket out of this town and a proper job where you get treated like a human being.”

She let out one more breath, then plastered on her stage smile. There might only be half a dozen people in the audience tonight, but she should at least try to put on a good show for them. 

The house lights dimmed, and she waited in the wings as Marcus stepped out on stage, big smile on his face. He was holding that occult book he’d bought at the little show in New Orleanss, and Elena barely held back a groan. He was convinced that stuff was real. He’d ruined more than one show by mumbling spells out of that book, only for nothing to happen. 

“Welcome, one and all, to the greatest show you will ever see!” He announced generously, “I am the magnificent Marcus, and this is my lovely assistant, Elena!”

She smiled widely and strutted herself across the stage, glittery fishnets catching the light as she put extra emphasis on her hips swaying. She took her position next to Marcus and waited for him to announce the first trick. It was a simple card draw, nothing fancy. But instead of the deck of cards, Marcus pulled off his top hand and placed it on the nearby chair.

“I thought tonight we’d start with a classic. I shall pull a rabbit out of my hat.”

There were a few titters from the audience, even a groan, and Elena forced her smile to stay in place. They’d never rehearsed this before; more importantly, they didn’t have a rabbit. She certainly hadn’t placed it in a trick hat or any kind. God, he was going to have the audience walk about before he’d even finished a single trick! 

“Hm, but what’s this, Elena? It seems we don’t have a rabbit!” He cried in mock surprise, “I guess I’ll have to make one!”

“How will you do that, Magnificent Marcus?” She asked, with genuine curiosity, before whispering, “We don’t have a rabbit backstage!”

“Oh, I know we don’t have one backstage!” He said loudly with a smile, “My poor assistant, she doesn’t know what is going on, but what do you expect from a dumb blonde, folks! No worries, I know how to deal with this little problem and solve our rabbit problem in one wave of my magic wand!”

He drew out the black and white stick dramatically and waved it over her head. He muttered strange words from the book, then whacked her right on the forehead with the wand, making her wince. 

“That’s it! I quit!” She hissed, “This is getting so unprofessional!”

She stamped her foot and turned on her heels, ready to storm off stage, when suddenly, there was a pressure above her butt. It was so sharp and quick that Elena didn't have time to prepare or stop herself from gasping in shock as a fluffy, white bunny tail popped into existence just above her cheeks and forced its way through the thin fabric of her leotard. 

“Oh!”

The audience laughed and clapped, Marcus’s eyes were alight with mischief, and Elena’s mouth opened and closed in shock. 

“H-how did you do that?” She gaped, “I….I have a tail!”

The little cottonball twitched; she could feel it as easily as she could feel her own arms. The audience thought this was some sort of trick; only Elena knew it was real. 

“What’s a bunny without those ears, though, folks?” Marcus laughed, and a second later Elena felt her own ears start to burn. 

She cried out in shock, feeling them shift from the side of her head to the top, growing longer as they went, till they were right on top of her skull. She traced her fingers over them in shock, feeling the soft, downy fur there. The audience was in tears laughing, she could only imagine the horrified and embarrassed look on her face. 

“What are you doing?” She gasped at Marcus, “How are you-oh!”

Her hands flew down to her thighs. They were expanding, becoming thicker, along with her butt cheeks. 

“This doesn't have anything to do with rabbits!” She cried.

“They do have strong legs, all the better for hopping!” 

Elena could only look down at her new thunder thighs in horror, but then her hair fell over her eyes, and she had a new thing to worry about. Her honey gold hair was bleaching before her very eyes until it was pure, snow white. In a panic, she yanked down one of her long rabbit ears and saw it was coated in the same colour. 

“Hm, she has the ears and tail, what else do rabbits have, folks?” Marcus asked, and people began calling out.

“Fur!”

“That’s right!”

In response, Elena felt a prickle across her skin, followed by white fur slowly pushing up through her skin. It was like pins and needles, spreading in patches across her entire body. Short and soft, spreading down her legs, across her arms, even across her chest so that it spilled over the edge of her rhinestone leotard. Her cleavage turned furry, and Elena shrieked, much to the delight of the audience, who had no idea this wasn't part of the act. 

“What else, folks?” Marcus cried.

“A twitchy nose!”

“Damn right!”

Elena gasped, wanting nothing more than to run off stage and never come back out, but Marcus fixed her with a look. 

“Run, and I will never change you back.” He whispered.

There was so much malice in his voice, did he…really blame her for his bad shows? That was so unfair! She was just the assistant! It wasn't her fault that his magic was so bad. But the universe didn't care about fairness; it was somehow bending to Marcus’ will, and she felt her nose burn as her face began to change shape, taking on a more animalistic appearance. He really was turning her into a rabbit! 

“Rabbits have big feet!” One man cried, and just like that, her feet began to warp and change. Her human hands stayed the same, but her feet…they became massive paws that thumped against the stage as she jumped in shock. Thanks to her strong legs, it was a high jump too. One that made her butt and breasts bounce. The leotards that Marcus dressed her in for shows weren't exactly made with support in mind, just the opposite. The more jiggle, the more she could distract the audience, so when her furry breasts bounced, they bounced.  

The fur was completely covering her now; it burst through her fishnets, making the dark lines even starker, and her ears had doubled in size. Elena could feel her skull changing shape, taking on more rabbit features. Her teeth flattened out into a rabbit’s distinctive shape, and her eyes turned large and doe-like. She was literally becoming a rabbit woman. 

“What do we think, folks? Does she look like a rabbit?”

The red show curtain rose up to reveal a series of fun house mirrors. Warping her new bunny body in all sorts of flattering and unflattering ways. Right at the centre was a regular mirror, but it took Elena a moment to realise. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing: she really was half woman, half rabbit. To be honest, though, she was more rabbit than human; if it weren't for her womanly curves, she might not have been able to tell. 

“Why don’t you give us a hop, little bunny?” Mascus teased, giving her a wide, cold smile. 

Elena’s mouth opened and closed; she could feel her buck teeth pressing against her delicate lower lip. What choice did she have? Humiliation was better than risking Marcus’ ire and ending up stuck like this forever. She hopped, feeling her skin flush under the white fur. Her breasts bounced, as did her butt and fluffy cotton tail. It felt downright indecent. 

“Wonderful, wonderful.” Marcus clapped, “Give her a hand, folks, but we still have one problem…she’s a bit big to pull out of a hat, don’t you think?” 

He waved his wand dramatically and pointed it in Elena’s direction. Her heart was racing. Even a few minutes ago, she would have been fighting back an eyeroll but now she was terrified. Clearly, Marcus did have magic, and she was at his mercy. As her heart thundered, she felt a strange tingling wash over her entire body and then…she began to shrink. 

Her clothes weren't shrinking with her, though; she could only clutch to the front of her sparkling leotard desperately as she began to shrink, inch by inch, toward the floor. Soon, the bodice was too difficult to hold up, and she was forced to drop it, leaving her fully naked on stage. Breasts, butt and little cotton tail plain for all to see. The only small mercy she had was the white fur; at least it made her pussy less obvious. Soon, she was just a foot tall, if that, standing in the middle of the stage, shivering slightly from shock and cold. 

A second later, two warm hands wrapped around her middle, hoisting her into the air to the cheers of the crowd. Marcus was holding her like a furry little doll. He ran a finger over her sensitive ears, and she squeaked indignantly. The touch was feather light, and yet sent tingles of a feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge. 

“Since my lovely assistant is a little…little, right now, I’ll wheel over the table.” Marcus laughed at his own joke and walked to the side of the stage to pull over the prop table and plonked her down on it. 

“What are you going to do?” She squeaked.

“Why, my dear, pull you out of my hat, of course!” 

He dramatically removed the large hat from his head. Elena hated the damn thing even more than usual. He once again picked her up, even gave her a joking pat on the bum, then placed her inside one of his little mirror boxes and closed the lid. The box was dark, but Elena’s rabbit eyes were sharp; she could make out her body reflected from every angle inside the box, her tiny body pressed up against the walls. This was so humiliating! 

The sounds outside the box were muffled, but she could hear Marcus’ voice. Then, all of a sudden, all her fur stood on end, and she felt the world melt around her like paint. A second later, she felt herself suspended in the air, only to land on something soft and velvety. Light poured in from above.

“Oh my God,” She whispered, “I’m actually in his stupid hat.”

Down came his hand, and Elena shrieked as he grabbed her by the ears and yanked her upwards back into the spotlight. The applause was thunderous, despite the small crowd, and Elena could do nothing but hang there in mid-air while Marcus paraded her across the stage. 

“I bet I know what you’re thinking!” He said to the audience, “Marcus, that hat is huge, it probably has some sort of secret compartment! This is some other rabbit lady you made before the show, but no! How about we rove it by making her a little…bigger?”

Elena closed her eyes and silently begged for this nightmare to be over. Instead, it only got worse, and Marcus threw her, yes, three her, across the stage. In mid-air, she felt that same strange wave of magic wash over her, and she flipped, turning her big feet ready to try and land with some dignity, only to slam hard into the ground. The stage shook, her paws beat heavily upon the wood. Because when she laded, she wasn’t a single foot tall anymore, no, she was seven. 

A giant rabbit woman, standing totally naked in the middle of the stage. The crowd went wild. There had been no mirrors, no quick change, she hadn’t flown behind anything for a split second, they had watched her grow in real time. 

“Isn’t she wonderful, folks?” Marcus laughed, “How about a few ore hops…I can’t call you little bunny anymore, can I?”

Elena fantasised about using her strong legs to jump high into the air and come down right on top of the magnificent Marcus’s head, but decided against it. She had to do what he said. So she obeyed, hopping across the stage, feeling her curves jiggle and bounce to the delight of the audience. When the curtain finally went down, she was ready to scream. 

“That was the best show we have ever done!” Marcus smiled, “Well done, little bunny.”

“You owe me so much for this.” She hissed, “Turn me back, right now! I don't know how you did this, but undo it, you hack!

“Are you kidding? This is the best show we’ve ever done, tomorrow night the theatre will be packed!” He gave a dramatic flourish with his wand. “No, I think I’ll keep you like this, my darling bunny. But of course, you’ll need to be human again for the start of the show. So I tell you what, I’ll turn you back an hour early, so you can enjoy being a normal woman again for a bit before turning back into a rabbit.”

Elena looked at him with fury and resignation. What choice did she have? Except to wait. She’d wait until the day he started letting his guard down, and then, she’d steal that book and make sure she could stay human forever. Until then, she’d just have to wait. The next day, posters started appearing over Vegas, advertising the Magnificent ‘Marcus and his Little Bunny’.