It's my day off, a rare treat for me these days. I wake up late from my bed, lazily check my phone, and the door bell rings! I am not expecting any visitors, this is odd. I run down the stairs in my pajamas and look out the door. No visitors but an Easter basket, and a letter. I read the first line. "Dear Missa, You have been chosen to help the Easter Bunny!" I look around for my prankster neighbor, Dennis. He's nowhere to be found. It's weird, some sort of joke that I don't get, nor care to understand because I am hungry. I need to eat some sort of late breakfast. I open the fridge, and hmmm... nothing good, but there are some carrots. I haven't had a carrot in a long time. I wash a couple and start to nipple on one. One bite and I can't get enough. "Mmmmm!" They taste so sooo good! I don't even notice that my ears have morphed into large bunny ears. My face has been transformed into a rabbit like face. My newly grown muzzle with whiskers. I chomp the carrots and my teeth start to grow, my front two grow long and rabbit-like. It makes it so much easier to eat the rest of the carrot quickly. I look at the basket.. it's pretty, I think I will put it in my bedroom, on my table. It will look nice there. I carry it upstairs, pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of my new self! Omgosh! I am terrified, and I remember the note, something about an Easter Bunny! I carefully read the next sentence, and the next. I am to help produce eggs, and it will be pleasurable, "enjoyable," experience. I will set them aside and the Bunny will take care of it. The note offered me a way out of helping, but it was the very last sentence! How dare they! I start to feel angry, but then my tail bone aches. I pull down my pajama pants and see the white fluffy tail! I then feel something in my lower abdomen, something deep within me. It must be happening! I tear off my clothes and brace myself. I remind myself how the note promised that I would change back. I then start to feel very wet, the sort of feeling women get when they are turned on, before sex. I lay down and put my hand over my throbbing vagina, my clit, and then the egg starts to crest. A beautiful pink egg is making it's way down my vagina, and oh--- it feels good. It feels so warm, so wet, and it stretches my vagina open to capacity. I look at the egg in amazement! I feel a sort of warmth to it, this is what "I" created! I put it into the easter basket. I start to feel really horny. My pussy throbs and aches to be fucked. I start to rub on my pussy and I can feel something start to spread me, an egg start to make way, I look into the mirror. I stand before the mirror with my legs wide open so I can see everything. I see my pussy start to open, I see the lavender egg start to crest. I catch it before it falls! I lay egg after egg. Within each egg that I lay, the more turned on I become, I start to play with my asshole, my pussy, all the while producing gorgeous, brightly colored easter eggs! I cum so hard that I exhaust myself. I lay down nude. I wake up. I look at my body. I am not a bunny, there is no bunny nipples along my abdomen, no ears, no muzzle. THANK GOD! I am normal again. It was all just a dream I saunter out of the room, naked, except for my fluffy bunny tail. The eggs on the bedside table, still wet. I have no idea what Mr. Bunny has in store for me for the rest of the day