Easter Bunnies - Part 1

“Looking forward to playing with your friends, sweetie?”

Melony scowled at her boyfriend as they walked up the driveway. “Don’t say it in such a patronising way, Peter,” she snapped, tossing back her long black hair. “How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to me like a child?”

“Sorry, Mel,” Peter said quickly, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. They reached the front door of her friend’s rented house and Peter pressed the doorbell. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, baby,” he said as they waited. “I know you’re very sensitive about that sort of thing.”

Melony pressed her lips together. Even his apologies were infantilising! A moment later, the door opened to reveal George, her friend Jackie’s boyfriend.

“About time, you two!” he said cheerfully, beaming at them. “Happy Easter! Come in, come in. Hazel and Oliver are already here.” He shook hands with Peter, and ushered them into the house. “Hazel’s just being changed into something more comfortable, I think, and Jackie’s playing in the garden. I thought we could take all the girls out there in a moment.”

Melony gritted her teeth. There was that word again. Playing. Someone could have been forgiven for thinking he was talking about a trio of three-year-olds, and not three grown women in their mid-twenties. And there was something about his smile that Melony didn’t like – but then George often looked like he was laughing at some private joke. It was infuriating. She didn’t know how Jackie could stand it.

George took them into the bright kitchen at the back of the house; double doors opened out onto a wooden decking, and beyond that a large green lawn with patches of brightly coloured spring flowers. But before Melony could head out into the sun, she heard running footfalls on the landing above them, and then the unmistakable sound of someone rushing down the stairs as fast as they could.

“Hazel!” she heard a man call. She recognised Oliver’s voice. More hurried footfalls above them. “Wait for Daddy, silly girl!”

Daddy?

A moment later, a young brunette woman ran, or rather toddled, through the hallway to join them in the kitchen. “Mewwie!” she squealed, coming to a stop in front of them.

“Hazel?!” Melony could only stare in shock. Her normally shy, reserved friend was standing in front of her wearing a pair of trainers on her feet, a pair of bunny ears on her head, and absolutely nothing in between. Her bare pussy and perky breasts were on full display, though it didn’t seem to bother her one bit. There was a vacant, innocent look in her green-brown eyes, and she was grinning broadly.

“Hazel, what are you doing?!” Melony asked, blushing scarlet with second-hand embarrassment. “Why are you dressed like that?!”

Oliver chuckled as he entered the kitchen behind his girlfriend. “I’m not sure I’d call her dressed at all, Mellie,” he said, winking at her. “My little lady was more comfortable in her birthday suit, but I insisted on shoes.” He patted his girlfriend’s bare bottom. “And of course, she absolutely refused to go without her pretty bunny ears.” He kissed Hazel on the cheek. “Didn’t you, baby girl?” he cooed. “You wanted to be Daddy’s little bunny! Daddy’s nakie bunny!”

Hazel giggled delightedly. “Nakie bunny!” she echoed, bouncing on the spot and making her boobs jiggle about.

“But she has to tell Daddy when she needs her potty,” Oliver said, “because we don’t want to leave any puddles on George’s floor, do we, baby?”

Hazel nodded at her boyfriend. “I use potty, Daddy,” she said, seriously. “Don’t need puw-ups!”

“Not during the day at least,” said Oliver, bending down to give his girlfriend another quick kiss. “You’re Daddy’s big girl, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Melony demanded in a shrill voice. She realised she was breathing very fast. A part of her was sure this had to be some bizarre joke, but the blank look in Hazel’s eyes sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She looked around at Peter and George, but neither of the boys seemed to think there was anything wrong with the situation. In fact, George looked like he was trying to hold back laughter as he took in the sight of Hazel standing nearly nude in front of him, prattling like a toddler. Peter was looking at her, however. There was a smirk playing around his lips, and an almost hungry look in his eyes. Melony felt outnumbered. She remembered George had said Jackie was playing in the garden, and rushed to the back doors to look out. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

Jackie was indeed playing in the garden. She was prancing about awkwardly like the littlest of toddlers, giggling and trying to catch butterflies. She wasn’t naked like Hazel, but Melony almost wished she was. She wore a pale pink dress, all frills and lace, and so short that it did nothing whatsoever to hide the enormously thick nappy and plastic pants she wore beneath. Even as Melony watched, Jackie bent over to peer at something in the grass, and her diapered bottom was thrust high into the air. The slightly yellowed, saggy-looking padding was visible even at a distance. She’d wet herself. Jackie straightened up and turned around, smiling even more vacantly than Hazel. Her blonde hair was tied into a pair of pigtails, and she too wore a set of bunny ears.

Melony felt sick to her stomach. Something was very, very wrong here. Hazel and Jackie needed the hospital, or something! They couldn’t be allowed to just walk around humiliating themselves like this! They needed help!

If she’d had just a few more seconds to think and get over her shock, Melony might have realised it surely wasn’t a coincidence that both of her friends were acting this way, but as it was, she didn’t think to turn around. She didn’t notice her boyfriend walking up behind her until he’d slipped a pair of fluffy bunny ears onto her head, and by then it was too late to stop the warm, fuzzy contentment spreading through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes…

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The first part of a belated Easter story.