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Never Forget Where Easter Eggs Come From

By Otteronymous

Peter stifled a sigh as another screaming toddler was shoved into his paws. The tiny brat tugged on the ageless rabbit's graying pelt as the camera's digital flashbulb went off. The dazzling satellites settled out of the Peter's eyes, drawing sharp the line of people waiting with cash in hand for a picture. "A fine legacy you've crafted for yourself Mr. Easter Bunny" Peter thought to himself as the screaming child was swapped for another, more juice-stained variety, "nothing more than a sideshow for fools."

As the camera flashed again, Peter was reminded that of all his public appearances, he hated the mall the most. The crowds of people bustling before him were terribly analogous to the glory days of centuries past; when men and women alike used to wait in endless lines just for the chance to worship and beg for his blessings of fertility and sustenance; now they stood in line to gawk at the living relic who sold his image decades ago to keep the apartment lights on.

The hours burned on as Peter traded toothy grins and slivers of dignity for every dollar bill that was chucked into his payment box. "Only a few more minutes to go" Peter thought to himself as he checked the ornate clock mounted on the wall, the fixture garishly bookended by two massive banners that contained his heavily photoshopped, corporate owned visage that that ceased paying royalties 2 years ago.

Another flash, another child; this time with hands covered in pretzel cheese. Peter distracted himself by staring at the payment box, its contents looking meager after a slow Saturday. The paltry sum paled in comparison to the cash he raked in before industrialization did away with societies' need for the Easter Bunny to supply the nation's holiday chocolate supply.

"All closed up for the day folks!" The photographer shouted as clicked shut the rope separator. "The Easter Bunny will be back next week for his last showing of the season!"

The small crowed hooted in discontent as their patience failed to be rewarded, the crowd grumbling as they slowly dispersed; save for a childless couple that stood their ground, cursing up a storm behind the faux-velvet barrier.

"Thanks for the help Tom" Peter said to the photographer, his long legs cracking as he slowly rose to his wide footpads. "50/50 as always buddy. It ain't much, but it should get you through till next weekend." The cameraman smiled as he shook the tall lagomorph's paw, the downy-soft touch of which began spreading a warm, calming feeling throughout his body.

"No...No problem Peter" he said, shaking off the sudden desire to hug the giant, furry creature before him. "Say, do you think..." before Tom could finish his sentence, he was drowned out by the raucous couple standing behind them, the male's voice raising several decibels as they ducked the barrier and stormed towards the exhausted rabbit.

"Hey pal, my girlfriend and I have been standing in line for over an hour. How about you show some decency and let us get a picture huh?"

"I'm sorry folks, but we are closed for the day" Peter responded with all the civility he could muster. "We would be more than glad to help you next week." Peter and Tom turned to finish packing their items, but were once again interrupted as the woman decided to pipe in.

"Hey you long-eared freak, we're talking to yah here. James and I want a God damn picture. What is it, do yah want 2 whole fucking dollars for a picture? Will that make yah happy? Geeze, who knew the Easter Bunny was such a Jew."

Peter turned, magic swirling through his fists as his anger percolated. "I said we are CLOSED. And I recommend you and your bigotry refrain from returning next week; if you know what's good for you."

The couple broke into laughter, the two of them nearly in tears before the giant fluffy rabbit. "Woah, you here that Marcy? I think he's threatening us" the man said. "What are you gonna do washout? Hug us to death?" The lady howled at her boyfriend's joke as Peter moved closer to them.

"Tell yah what pal, here's 5 bucks. Now be a good little freak and smile for my girlfriend would yah?" The man said as he flung a wadded-up five dollar bill at Peter's scowling face.

Peter stood in silent contemplation as he took notice of the crowd forming around the main plaza, their murmurs of shock and stifled laughter dancing across the grave of his pride, goading the restless specter entombed within. The man stepped closer still, smug and heartened by the growing crowd. "Come on buddy, what else you gotta do? Go and shit out a couple of eggs?"

Peter looked over at Tom, his friend's stare begging him to just walk away. But Peter knew better...his pride knew better...his power knew better. He had been mocked and derided by humanity for far too long.

"It's well past due for these mortals to remember their place" Peter thought to himself. With an insidious smirk, the tall lagomorph raised his fluffy, off-white paw as he stared the irritating man deep into his eyes.

"No, but you do." He said as he snapped his large digits.

In an instant the man and woman fell to their knees with a yelp, the rabbit's ancient pagan magic binding them to the floor. Peter approached the panicking man, the human's eyes filled with shock as the rabbit spoke. "Did you know that people used to worship me like a God? Countless men and Woman would throw themselves at me in adulation and lust." Peter reached out his massive paw, his fingers now swirling with bright blues and pinks as he placed them on the man's forehead. "And because of that, I've never had to lay an egg my entire life. That's what I have you pitiful humans for."

With a power more ancient than words, Peter traced the sacred mark across the man's forehead, granting him the blessing of fertility. "Now let's see just how good a bunny bitch you can be."

The man cried out as the mark flooded down his spine, drenching his nervous system with power unnamed as it came to rest deep in his belly like a warm piece of lead. The woman gasped as she watched her boyfriend's belly begin to swell, his midsection expanding and bloating like popping corn. The man cradled his swelling belly, his fingers feeling every lump and curve as broad, heavy eggs began spontaneously growing in his taut innards. The gathering crowd went silent as they watched the groaning man on his knees swell and thicken, the silence finally broken by shrill screams as tiny tufts of blue fur began sprouting like grass across the man's arms.

"What the fuck are you doing to him!" the woman screamed, her hands and knees bound to the floor by invisible hands. "I'm so very glad you asked my dear" Peter answered jovially. "I'm preparing him for gestation." The woman's face contorted at his words. "I see you are confused. No worry, you humans are so terribly ignorant. Allow me to give you a paws-on explanation."

The crowd moved back in unison as Peter walked over to James, whose hands were struggling to support the massive weight in his gravid midsection. The man's eyes went wide as he felt the rabbit's soft touch across his backside, the magic tugging and crawling across his skin like a million ants as they pulled strand after strand of thick blue rabbit fur from his pores.

"First my dear, we start with a heavy pelt of fur and a new set of ears. Your boyfriend, James was it? Is going to be a pretty baby-blue, denoting his status as one of my brood hares." Peter said as he moved his paws across James' neck and head. The magic forced James' face to stretch and widen, the swirls pulling his ears to the top of his skull before tugging them outwards into a set of thick, loppy bunny ears.

"And of course we have to give him an adorable little face. What's a proper bunny without chubby cheeks and a wonderful, buck-toothed smile?" As if responding to cue, James' jaw cracked and twisted, his cheeks inflating like jelly filled balloons as he sprouted a fresh pair of whiskers and a shiny new overbite across his decidedly loppish face.

"Oh, now aren't you just the most adorable thing!" Peter cooed as he pinched James' fat, fuzzy cheeks. James groaned as his belly pushed out, another bowling ball of an egg finding its way into his creaking, pendulous belly. "Oh, this little bunny is just about ready to pop!" Peter said with mock surprise as James' massive belly split his shirt in half, revealing his furry, grotesquely bloated torso to the gawking crowd.

"Now, moving on...Marcy was it?" Peter asked, "We need to get James ready for delivery!"

Peter ran his thick paws down James' narrow hips, the swirls of pink and blue magic sinking into his soft baby-blue fur; inflating and expanding his pelvis into a thick and shapely hourglass. "Now that's much better. We've got to make sure he's wide and meaty enough, otherwise those little eggies are bound to break poor little James in half."

James whimpered as his belly continued filling like a cement slab, the massive weight sending him down on all fours. The sudden movement forced James' hefty hips to rip his khakis clean in half, revealing his wide, succulent ass to the crowd of gasping and gawking onlookers. "Oh Marcy, look at that! He's so thick and juicy" Peter said, a smile on his face as he watched Marcy stare in horror at the massive baby-blue rabbit ass before her.

"Just a few more touches and we're ready" Peter said as he affectionately rubbed across James' hefty, pear shaped backside. The pink and blue swirls danced across his fuzzy thighs as they swelled thick and turgid with muscle before being encased like sausages in a thick layer of fat. James howled as his bones cracked and reshaped, his shoes pulsing and creaking under the pressure of his swelling feet. "Woops, I guess we should have taken his trainers off before we began." Peter said before dabbing his thick forefinger across the soles of James' shoes, causing them to shred in half as a new pair of wide, fluffy rabbit feet spilled out into the cool mall air.

Marcy wept as she stared at the fat, pregnant rabbit that used to be her boyfriend. "Isn't he beautiful Marcy? Just look at those egg bearing hips!" Peter said as he gave James' fuzzy bubble butt a hard slap, the cheeks jiggling from the blow. "Now for the best part. Make sure you're paying close attention Marcy, you won't want to miss this" Peter said as he snapped his fingers again, forcing the invisible hands to hold the frightened woman's head straight forward, her gaze fixed onto her pregnant boyfriend's bloated ass.

"You must so soooo incredibly full my dear boy, wouldn't it feel great to just let go?" Peter whispered into James' floppy ear, the magic swirling deep into the ear canal before sinking into his brain. "Why don't you show these fine folks just what a good little brood hare you can be?" Peters' words swirled inside James' brain, massaging and coaxing his body to relax against his will. The large lagomorph's asshole slackened as his bowels contracted, his mind unable to clench his pucker shut against the magic's wrath-like effects.

"No! No please man! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!" James cried, the crowd around him a mix of muffled screams and enraptured murmurs. "Oh James, you meant every word of it, and no, you aren't sorry...Not yet at least" Peter said as he walked over to Marcy, playfully crouching next to her as they both stared at the bloated, howling blue bunny before them. "This is going to be good Marcy." He whispered to her. "Did I ever tell you that rabbit eggs are twice the size of Ostrich eggs?"

James gritted his teeth as he felt a monstrous pressure against his tailhole, his sphincter stretching like a rubber band around a watermelon as he cried out in pain. The pregnant bunnies' contracted like a vice, as if eagerly dislodging an entire months' worth of constipation into an ornate and pristine toilet of a loathed mother-in-law. The tip of the egg yawned through the creaking, fleshy aperture with a sickening squelch, the crowd gasping as the pastel-dyed tip wormed its way free from its sticky, musky prison.

James howled with a mix of pain and pleasure as his anus threatened to split from the massive girth that demanded release; its smooth, slick coating brushing across his prostate as it stretched every nerve ending of his sphincter to its limit. James' eyes winced shut as he felt the egg creep towards its zenith, the turgid casing refusing to bend or contort an iota as the widest part fought to escape from its filthy incubator.

Marcy whimpered as she watched the thick egg part her boyfriends' fat ass, his gaping, puffy anus shaking and quivering as it begged for respite from the pastel colored invader. James bellowed in sweet release as the massive egg cleared its midpoint, the bloated blue lagomorph's sloppy anus mewling weakly against the backside of the egg as it slid out with a sickening squelch before landing with a heavy thud on the ground. Marcy stared at the massive, mucus covered pastel egg that lay In front of her, its heat radiating across her face like a hotplate as it cooled on the tile.

"Fantastic!" Peter said with mocking applause as he approached the thick, cartoonishly-colored egg. He picked it up with marked effort, its heft clear to the gasping crowd as they continued to stare with rapt attention and camera phone's rolling. "This Marcy, is a 10lb chocolate rabbit egg" he said, carrying it with one paw as he crouched next to Marcy. "Historically, it's been a delicacy, sought after by countless individuals. Isn't you boyfriend just the sweetest thing to gift you with one?"

"You sick fuck!" Marcy screamed as her eyes scanned franticly across the crowd of onlookers. "Somebody fucking help us!" The crowd went silent, too terrified to utter a noise, lest the gleeful bunny's attention be drawn to themselves. "Now Marcy, unlike you, these fine folks know their place. Besides, they don't want to be rude and interrupt your dinner." With a snap of his fingers, the rabbit's magic pried Marcy's jaw open. "Your boyfriend worked so hard to make this for you, it would be a shame not to give it a taste." Peter reached out with his thick, fluffy paws and began massaging Marcy's throat. The rabbit's swirling magic took hold, softening and expanding the terrified girls throat and jaw. "That's a good girl" Peter cooed as he started to push the egg into her drooling, simpering maw. "Make sure you eat it all up."

With an open paw, Peter pushed the egg into Marcy's protesting throat, the thick mucus coating easing the eggs slide into her distended throat. Marcy's protests turned to gurgles as inch after inch of the thick, pungent egg worked its way into her craw; her throat bulging to freakish proportions as it reluctantly sucked down the egg like a grotesques, flesh colored snake. With one final push, Peter drove the hefty, pastel-colored egg into Marcy's esophagus; the sizeable chocolate stone visibly stretching and heaving the folds of her neck before dropping like an anchor into her empty gut.

Marcy double over, hacking and gagging as she caught her breath; the acrid, musky taste of the egg fresh from her boyfriend's ass soaking inter her taste buds. "You...Hnnggg...You sick freak..." she shuddered between gag reflexes, her stomach now sporting a tiny pot belly as the egg settled into its new basket.

"Oh my dear girl, we have only just begun" Peter said. "They say unhatched chocolate rabbit eggs can be an acquired taste, allow me to help you to acquire it." As Peter began whispering into Marcy's ear, James cried out; his contraction returning, eager to bear him another egg.

"Just look at how juicy his rump is Marcy" Peter whispered into the girl's ear, each breath swirling pink and blue with magic. "Doesn't it look absolutely delicious? Look, he's even ready to offer you more of his delicious treats!" Marcy's synapses twisted and bent as the magic rerouted the inner workings of her brain. She gazed longingly at her boyfriend's puffy, abused asshole as it spread open, tempting her with another delicious, succulent egg. "What are you waiting for?" Peter asked, "Go get it girl."

Marcy scrambled towards her boyfriend's fat, sweaty ass. The smell of his pungent, sweat soaked hole morphing into the sweet scent of fresh baked cookies and hot chocolate as Peter's magic bent her brain to his desires. Marcy pawed eagerly at James' plump, jiggly ass, her hands vigorously prying his fuzzy cheeks open before fervently licking and slobber at his puffy, abused tailhole.

James groaned in pleasure as he felt his girlfriend's eager tongue slather across his pucker, the sensation goading his guts into squeezing harder and faster to release their hefty chocolate load. As the egg crowned James' sphincter, Marcy's tongue ran over the tip, sending jolts of pleasure and an unquenchable desire for eggs through her cortex. Possessed with an unholy drive for fulfillment, Marcy spread her distended jaw around the entirety of James' chocolate flavored asshole, creating an air-tight seal as she clamped her lips around his makeshift birth canal.

Peter smiled as he heard the sound of retching from the crowd. Many within the swarm of bodies were beginning to convulse at the sight the young woman's distended jaw and neck sucking and slurping at the swollen rabbit's asshole like starving calf at its mother's heavy teat.

Marcy's throat and lips sucked and slurped like they were pulling cement through a straw, her snot and drool pooling at her knees as she relentlessly strove to dislodge the egg from her boyfriend's rectal womb. James' eyes rolled back as the egg was tugged again and again against his blown out pucker, the egg teasing a promise of release with every pull of his girlfriend's thick, greedy lips.

James' body convulsed and tightened as the egg was finally wrenched free of his bowels, his drooling maw barely betraying a whimper as his thick, fuzzy balls discharged their heavy, hot pink load of rabbit spunk onto the floor.

Having won her hard wrought prize, Marcy reared her head back, the neon-green egg held high in victory as her throat opened and the egg slithered down. The ovum's sizeable form bulged and swelled her neck, bloating it outwards as her muscles massaged it down like a snake consuming a bowling ball. Marcy's tongue savored every dense, chocolate flavor that her magic addled mind could handle as she slathered and drooled over the egg slowly being enveloped by her lips. With a heavy gulp, Marcy sent the egg home to its sibling in her gut, her pot belly expanding thick and lumpy with its new occupant.

Marcy let loose a heavy belch before falling back on al fours, her lust crazed eyes focused once again on her boyfriend's yawning fudge dispenser; eager for a second, third, and fourth serving.

With a devilish smile, Peter deemed his work complete; another happy couple brought to both humility and fertility thanks to his grace. The rabbit turned and walked back towards his work satchel, deciding to leave the couple to their grotesque cupidity. He wasn't sure exactly how many eggs he had planted into James, but he was sure that Marcy would have the time of her life finding out.

As Peter reached for his satchel, he was greeted to the sight of Tom. His photographer friend was ghost white and shaking, eyes like saucers as he looked at Peter. The rabbit extended a paw to comfort his friend, taking note of Tom's tented pants as he spoke. "Come on Tom, let's get out of here. Don't worry about your gear buddy." Peter draped a paw over his friends shoulder as he directed him towards the exit. "I think it's about time I got back into the chocolate business, and I'm going to need your help."