Novel & Cerita Deku Bunny Suit

I whispered softly to myself, my hands trembling. The decent, simple waiter uniform I had expected was not a shirt and trousers, nor was it a skirt. What I held in my hands right now was a bunny attire. It was a tight, black corset bodysuit that was barely the length of underwear, paired with sheer black stockings, a white collar necktie, and a headband with long, white bunny ears. It even came with a pair of high heels.

He smiles as he rinses you “You’ll be the main attraction. On full display,and everyone will get to play with you.” You start sobbing uncontrollably,Your owner smiles He dries you slowly with towel, then carries you to the bedroom. He dresses you in something almost ridiculous : it's a tiny sheer white babydoll dress that barely covers you The fabric is see-through. Little bunny ears on a headband. A fluffy tail attached to the plug in your ass. He adds a collar around your neck that says “Cum Bunny” in pink letters. Then he steps back and admires you. “Perfect. Cute and filthy at the same time.”

A red fishnet bodysuit styled with silver stars to conceal anyone's areola who wears it. "That's too much for you," responds Debbie. I give her a cold stare. "You'll need a very short mini-skirt and a thigh-high boot to go with it," she suggests. I nod. I choose the red boot while Sophia searches for a mini skirt. "If you're competing for a guy, you must wear black." Debbie waves the extremely short black skirt. I smile. She tosses the skirt to me, and as I catch it, I see a black rib panty.

They looked over and saw the two outfits that Duncan suddenly uncovered by removing the blanket that had been on top of them. Wide grins cross their faces as they moved over and picked them up. Zeke's was very simple. It was a pair of leather shorts with a soft interior and a big leather cup for his bulge to nestle in. Other than the shorts, there was a leather hat that Kelly said was optional. He smiled and put it on anyways. It looked like a leather policeman's cap, and he doffed it with a smile. Kelly walked over and wrapped his new leather collar around his neck, attaching the leash and smiling widely.

She shook her head "No, he just called me his fuck puppy I wore a collar and while it was on, he'd only fuck me doggie style while calling me either his little fuck Puppy or his fuck bitch." Abi led her over to the pet play section. "Okay, well, I want to get you back into that. I think it's a great way to enhance your humiliation level. So you have a few options on the pet. There's bunny pet. You wear long ears and a little cotton tail butt plug and at home you hop around everywhere and only eat veggies and drink from one of those water bottles with the metal ball." Becky shook her head. "No, thank you. Hoping and no meat yeah I'll pass on that."

"Your uncle is right. He’s built for the hit. I’m built for the escape." "Are you shifted for the game?" Mateo asked, eyeing Derek’s civilian suit. "Not yet," Derek said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a folded blue and yellow jersey. "I actually... I brought you something. It’s my colors. If you want to wear them." "A Bobcats jersey?" Mateo’s jaw dropped. He looked at Santiago, then at his mother, before snatching the fabric. He held it up, his small hands barely spanning the width of the '19' on the back. "Cool! It’s like a trophy!"

"I feel like it's fitting for her. She'd make a cute and sexy little rope bunny. Don't you think?" "I think it'd be a good choice," the man undid my hair and redid it in a high ponytail. "I think his Highness would approve." The man pulled a white lace one piece lingerie set out from the rack and grabbed a bunny mask from the wall to hold out towards me, "What do you think?" "Hmm… lace is nice, but is there anything else?" I was trying to play the part, but my heart faltered when a corner of his lips curled up.

“Then I’m a bad liar and so are you.” --- The puck bunny appeared at 11:07. She materialized the way puck bunnies always materialized at hockey-house parties—not walking, not approaching, just *arriving*, as if the building had a ventilation system that pumped them in through the ducts when the alcohol level reached a certain threshold. Blonde. Tight black dress that was more suggestion than garment. Heels that made no sense in a basement with a piss pool. Eyes that moved across the room with the practiced efficiency of a scanner looking for the highest-value target.

“Zion!” I laughed softly. “Hear me out. But if we lose… you wear a bunny costume that I pick out and do everything I tell you to. Deal?” “A bunny?!” She hissed, her face turning red. “Like this.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, typed quickly: bunny cosplay lingerie. Images flooded the screen. I scrolled until I found the perfect one—cute, but still sexy. White bunny ears, fluffy tail, and a ribbon around the waist.

Bunny murmured, her face slipping into full-on sultry mode. A man had come out, and oh what a man. He was about six feet tall and wearing a greasy sleeveless green jump suit, his arms were pale but nicely muscled, as was the hint of his chest that was showing. And that face . . . oh, that face could make a nun wet her granny panties. Smooth shaved, high cheekbones, firm full lips that were probably in a perpetual half-smile, and his eyes seemed to sparkle under a shock of blond hair.