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The Gym Bunny

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Gianne hummed to herself as she checked out the home gym kit. It was not something that she would usually have got into but, well…she'd heard from a friend that exercise was good for a person's mental health.

At just under five feet tall, she had always felt as if she was more on the petite side – yet her condition had made it so that it was quite difficult for her to gain weight, which had made her cheekbones stand out gauntly in her younger ears. Gianne had managed a little better in later years, after she hit twenty, but she had to take care of her diet carefully. And then there was the lethargy.

She pursed her lips ruefully at the spare room in her apartment, which had been an office but now had enough room for her home gym equipment. If she had any friends around for the night, they could sleep on the sofa; after all, it was pretty comfortable. It had taken her far longer than she was proud to admit to clean up that room, though she was still pleased that she had battled her condition to get it done. It had taken a lot of effort though.

“I guess that's how things are."

She didn't like to think of how thin she was, wearing an oversized sweatshirt to hide her body, even though she was the only one in her home apartment at that time. Everything just made her so tired, but she was determined to get more exercise on her own terms, which was better motivation than she usually had. Gianne just knew that she had to do her best for herself, because no one else was going to do it for her.

She unpacked the exercise equipment slowly, taking her time. There was really no other way for things to go when it came to doing bits like that, though it was a different set-up to what she expected.

“Huh… This is bulkier than I expected."

She spoke aloud, for the apartment was quiet when she was there on her own, nipping at the inside of her lower lip, even if there was a little bubble of excitement in her stomach. She started with the lighter, easier to move, equipment, setting up a mat, some dumbbells (with weight plates that could be swapped on and off) and a set of exercise bands first. Frowning a little, she dangled the exercise bands, wondering exactly how she was supposed to use them. At least the Gym Bunny Deluxe Home Gym (now, wasn't that a mouthful and a half?) came with a small tablet computer pre-loaded with the exercise guide and software, along with an online course that was constantly being updated. Gianne could not say that she wasn't getting her money's worth out of it.

One thing surprised her, however, and that was just how brightly pink the equipment was – all different shades of pink! In her mind, she had expected something perhaps a little greyer and more functional, though she had to admit that it made it a little easier to take in. It seemed “girlier" and a little more appropriate to her, when it was pink, though she wouldn't have been surprised at all if that was a strategic choice. Despite the interesting colour scheme, it looked all to be good quality, which was what she had been hoping for anyway.

It took her into the next day to set up some of the small machines, as well as a flat platform-like device that the bands could be hooked to. She was apparently meant to lie on it and push up with her hips, using the exercise bands? On checking the accompanying booklet, a little flummoxed by how that was supposed to help her, she uncovered that it was meant to help her build her glutes.

“Huh…" She shook her head, smiling a little and leaving the home gym set-up for the morning, for it had taken her into the next day to get it all done and ready as she'd wanted. “Well, I guess human beings don't move as they used to."

So much so, to where humans needed to come up with weird and wonderful exercises to build muscles and stretch their bodies in ways that would have come naturally if they still lived as they used to. Sometimes, Gianne wondered whether it would have ended up better for people if they had had more animalistic qualities. Bunnies had strong back legs, didn't they? She wouldn't have minded one little bit having the thighs and glutes of a bunny!

That afternoon, she set up on the mat, thinking that she would start with the free movement exercises – ones that she didn't need any equipment for. It was just a bit daunting, at the very least, and she donned a pair of comfortable shorts, that were loose around the legs, and a T-shirt that was comfortable enough, but still showed the slim shape of her. She wanted to make sure, after all, that she was cool while working out.

“Right…"

She chose a diagram to start, rather than a video that she had to follow quickly. She had to take her time, after all, and, even then, Gianne knew that she had to take things at her own pace, as much as she might have wanted to jump in headfirst and do her best, work her hardest. Even the small things felt difficult a lot of the time.

“So, we're starting with squats, right? Okay, I can do that."

Gianne smiled, popping some music on from the speaker in the corner of the repurposed office, though it was a little crowded in there with a couple of the machines that she had set up at the back. The exercise ball that she had had to inflate too (heck, that had taken forever to do with the pump!) was tucked up in the corner of the room, near the ceiling in a handy net that had, before, held cushions. Gianne was quite inventive when it came to creative storage solutions and always had been.

Starting with ten squats, she set up on the mat, sunshine streaming in readily through the office window, which brightened her mood. The happy, pop music playing from the speaker did not cover songs that she recognised but it still helped as she set up for a regular squat, dropping low and pushing her hips back a little.

It took her a while to get the form right, especially as she wavered a little, dipping low and pushing her knees too far forward. Watching a quick video to make sure that she was getting it right, she grunted through an open mouth, testing out standard squats and then narrow ski squats. She supposed they were meant to have a similar stance as if she was on skis, her feet pointing forward, helping her to work a distinct part of her glutes.

“Unff…"

She grunted. It was hard work but it was meant to be hard work. If it had all been easy, far too easy, she honestly may not have gone for it herself. If Gianne, after all, was going to give herself the best chance of both being healthier and looking better, she had to try.

Her body, however, shifted. On the mat, which she was poised on top of, runes glowed, though she had her eyes focused on the electronic tablet, which played another exercise.

“Now, widen your stance and allow your feet to point out slightly. The positioning will be different for everyone, but a twenty-to-thirty-five-degree angle is perfect to start with for a sumo squat. This will target…"

She tuned out that part, simply trying to get the form down. Her backside warmed, though she put that down to her getting used to the exercises. The burn was real, yes, but it didn't hurt so much anymore, which was helpful. Maybe part of her problem was tight muscles?

“Unff.."

Okay, she thought. Gotta get down for two more, come on. One…two.

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The sumo squats were interesting and she felt wobbly at first, even as something settled in her body, her glute tensing and contracting when she went down, only to tighten again to push her back up. She didn't quite know what she was doing, though the pink tablet guided her, especially as she added a band, on the recorded instructor's instructions, around her thighs to make the exercise harder.

Huh. She hadn't thought that she was going to have to add more to make the exercises harder so quickly, but it was a pleasant feeling to be progressing. Even though she was still learning her first round of exercises, in the squats, she smiled. Maybe that was why people were so into the gym. Achieving things like that, even so swiftly, just felt good. Now, all Gianne had to do was keep it up, the single band looped around her legs and making her brace her legs out as she squatted. Every resistance band was pink, though they were different shades of pink with marks on them to show which ones offered greater resistance.

An itch rose at the top of her head and the upper curves of her ears and she muttered under her breath, trying to ignore the faint sheen of perspiration on the back of her neck too as she exerted herself.

“Ugh… Why do you always have to get an itch when you're right in the middle of an exercise?"

Even Gianne had to smile to herself. There she was, talking like she was a seasoned gym bunny, lifting weights and running cardio or whatever they called it… Nah, she was not seasoned but she'd very much like to be, all as a sense of strength and vitality filled her. The sensation of being whole and healthy was not one that could ever be appreciated, truly, until one had had it taken from them. And she would do anything to not have to feel like that again.

“Oof, okay…"

The squats were tricky to think through, even as her backside throbbed, her hand going backwards to rub her arse even though she felt rather foolish doing so. It was strange that, even then, her butt felt more chiselled than it had been before.

Gianne twisted around and tried to look back at herself. There was a mirror, which should have been up on the wall, tucked away behind the door to the office, but it did not honestly cross her mind to check herself out in it. If she had, Gianne would have seen that her butt had indeed grown larger, more defined and rounder. There was a lot said and misconstrued about a woman having a “bubble butt" but the fact of the matter was that there had to be muscle underneath the softer layer to give a nice butt a good shape too.

And she had a perfect one, even though it looked large for her size. Dizziness pulled at her when she twisted around too much and Gianne shook her head, turning back around with one last curious feel to her butt. Maybe she should try something a little bit easier for the next exercise?

One machine that she had been given to set up was a self-contained pulley machine, which allowed her to move her arms in different directions while holding a pair of handles – or just even one at a time. When the handles were moved, tension was taken up on the reinforced wire and a section of weight plates, in seven-kilogram intervals, were lifted. It was quite a versatile piece of equipment, but without the video and the booklet, Gianne would not have known where to start.

“Okay, let's give this a go then…"

It came with a step – something that was also noted as being for leg exercises too, though she'd come to that later – that she could sit on, takin the two handles in her hands to move both sets of weights at once. Following the instructions for a “fly" (whatever the hell that was), she let her arms extend out on either side of her body, a bend in her elbows, feeling her pectoral muscles work, particularly where they connected under her arm.

“Oof…"

One, two, three, four… Oof, she was sweating still. She had to concentrate to complete the reps, though something softened inside her, the exercises becoming easier and easier. That annoying itch was back on her head once more and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, wriggling her nose, determined to ignore it until she was good and done, for the moment, with what she wanted to do. She couldn't just keep stopping every exercise to take care of every little thing, after all!

What she couldn't see was every repetition on the pectoral fly exercise lifting her chest a little more, her breasts filling out just a little more. It was slow enough for her to put it down to the usual ache and burn of exercising – she had struggled enough with just walking at one point – but the growing muscles of her chest gave her breasts a perkier, nicer lift than before. Even her back, in response to that, even though it was not working out her back muscles directly, firmed up with a little more muscle across her upper and even her mid-back, where she was braced and contracting to counter the weight and effort.

She set the weights down with a clack and winced, though the warm glow seeping through her was not so easily ignored. Standing again, she stretched a little, trying to work out the kinks in her body, but something felt better, something felt good.

“Huh?"

She looked down, shifting her shoulders back and forth, wiggling her chest through the rock of her body. That couldn't be right… Her breasts looked like they had lifted somewhat, pressing out more against the front of her T-shirt. There was warmth pooling in her buttocks too and a tingling sensation spreading against her upper back, though she didn't want to rub or itch it away. No, it was the kind of feeling that she wanted to lean into, like a good pressure.

“Does it really work that quickly?"

She grinned down at herself, a new rush of confidence filling her. Wow, that really felt good! She flexed and clenched her fingers, even her grip seeming to have changed with her hold on the handles.

If it worked that well and made her feel so good…she'd best try out another exercise then!

Gianne pressed eagerly into the next, going for crunches on the mat again, giving each body part a rest between exercises. Those were pretty easy, though she didn't at all notice the runes on the mat glowing as she plopping herself down, lying on her back and then crunching up, contracting her abs.

Abs… She'd always wanted abs, but had always been too thin to really see them. That should have made her abs more defined, if they had been there in the first place, but her core had always been a weakness. Gianne grunted softly, slightly embarrassed about the noises that she was making while working out but, well, that was all normal for exercise. At least she was home with no one there to see her.

Something pushed out against her backside, right at the top of the crease of her buttocks, but she squirmed. Ugh, her shorts had to be riding up and wrinkling in the wrong place. How annoying.

“Oof… Huff… Oh!"

She squeaked, breath escaping her in a rush. For her abs…were more defined! It was clear to see, even then, pausing to run her fingers over them and soak in the moment. How had that even happened? It had been so long since Gianne had exercised in any real way that she didn't think it was normally – yet how did she possibly have any standing to tell?

It was good, however, so she kept going. Even as she felt her abs pumping up – not so much larger but growing more defined, strength pouring into her core. She was sure, really, that it was just the exercise, perhaps even the position that she was in that was making her abdominal muscles feel more defined, though there was even a line to her obliques too that had not been there before.

The lump under her buttocks grew, oddly squashy, though she didn't pay it any mind, not as her skin darkened a little too. Not too much, not enough to be noticeable in the sharp sunshine of the office-workout room, but enough to look as if she was developing a very nice tan. She rubbed absently at her arm as she fully stood up out of her crunch, pressing her shoulder blades back to pinch them together.

If things had been good so far…why should she stop?

Gianne nipped at the inside of her cheek, her incisors feeling bigger than before. They made her tongue keep going back to them, again and again, running around her mouth, feeling out how even the canine teeth were receding a little, becoming more incisor-like. There were still molars, of course, but perhaps bunnies didn't need the sharper, more predatory teeth…

“Or a gym bunny."

She said the last bit aloud and giggled, her heart pounding. There was a sense of nausea, leaping and twisting, in her stomach, but it was nowhere near as stringent as it had been before, not something that she felt she had to pay attention to like before.

And that was a good thing, a splendid thing indeed. Especially as she swapped back to legs again, just for something easy to do, her legs feeling a little wobbly but her buttocks remaining firm.

Yes, something was most definitely changing, even if she didn't quite know what it all was about, not quite yet. She'd have to find out, eventually, but Gianne pressed on, ever so slightly reckless when, usually, she would have been far more conservative than she was being right then.

She was changing – and she wanted to change! Especially as she followed the timed intervals on the tablet for sets of jogging. It looked like it was called HIIT, which she was, at least, familiar with. It was interval training and she pumped her legs high as her joggers flapped a little, working out in her trainers too, so that she would best be able to go hard.

Gianne huffed and puffed on the interval, concentrating on her legs, her heart rate, how every breath felt as it raked through her lungs. However, she was looking for the change that time, feeling just how her legs plumped up and thickened, becoming stronger and more powerful, from the thighs all the way down to her calves. The pressure at the base of her spine swelled, thickening, though it did not feel as if she would be able to sit on that part of her buttocks anymore. Only later would Gianne see just how that little tail of hers was growing and growing, welcoming her into a full bunny-woman form.

But she kept going, afraid to stop, drops of sweat dampening down her back, though it felt different from when she'd just had skin – not extra fur growing on it. What if she stopped and it stopped happening – or the trick of exercise that she was going through came to a halt too? She'd already longed for that rush, that residual burst of vitality that made her feel like she could do anything and everything, if only she kept going, all to complete the exercise.

Abs… Yes, she wanted more cut abs, hugely chiselled abs. She lost herself, even as she worked, in fantasising about her abs, seeing them plump up in her mind's eye, every one defined. A six-pack to be proud of, something that she could flex and pose with in front of the mirror, to show off in a bikini.

Oh, Gianne had wanted to show off her body for so long, for she knew that she was more than capable of doing the work as she panted, sweating lightly as she worked through the crunches. The runes on the mat glowed and, faintly, she pressed her hand down to them, her lips parted in a small smile.

Maybe everything that she had longed for was finally coming true.

A small part of her urged caution, for her to be sensible – oh, but the energy was addictive! It was not present in every part of her body yet, the old aches and pains still present in her lower back and her hamstrings in particular, but the soothing of that… It made her want more. So much more, leaning hungrily into the energy, even if it was temporary. Even if it was just something because of the fitness program and all the kit she had been sent.

It would keep her motivated, keep her trying, coming back, again and again. Sometimes, she had thought it ever so slightly silly that she had been so focused on her abs when she should have been thinking about how to make her entire body healthier, but there was no worry about that.

She lay back, relaxing for a moment. Her heart pumped and her nose itched, though she didn't rub it. No… She was too focused on the moment, on how she pushed on, how she knew another variation of the crunches, just so she could work more stringently.

“Oof… I've come this far."

That made her feel better too. It was like a flame inside her, a flame that had been flickering and sputtering, very nearly almost dying out. It was hard to be motivated without change – but seeing it all happening in the moment, even if Gianne was still sure that she had to be imagining it…that was different.

So, she moved more fluidly into a side oblique crunch, which involved her shifting from side to side, keeping her hips pinned to the ground, and touching her ankle with the hand on the same side. Her breasts shivered along with her, contained by the sports bra, though she didn't realise that it had stretched.

“Unff… Oof…"

Still, Gianne relished in the sensation of vitality and power filling her, even if it had to be just a sense of returning to what was normal. After all, things had been strange for her for so long and she didn't even think that she could remember a time where she felt whole and happy, settled in her body.

After that, she paused, standing again, twisting her body back and forth, seeking to work out the kinks in her back. It was strange…as if a part of her body was stronger than the rest of it, though Gianne couldn't make any sense of it. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it out and loosening it a little within its ponytail, but her hand brushed up against something fluffy.

“Huh?"

She'd thought she was getting an effect from the workout, though it turned out to be nothing at all like what she had imagined. For, when she nudged the door closed to get to the mirror leaning against the wall behind it, she didn't see herself as she had expected.

“Oh, my god…"

The muttered words slipped out as she turned side-on to the mirror, her eyes wide. Yet her eyes first dropped to her abs, something hard pressing up from under her T-shirt. Whipping it up and out of the way, she gawked at her abdominal muscles, how they were absolutely more defined down a six-pack, however light it was, and the oblique muscles too. They were so powerful, yet beautiful in how the smooth lines cut between them, showing each one in perfect definition. Yet Gianne was not focused on the one thing that she had always desired that she missed the softness around her face too, how her nose was flatter with more slit-like nostrils, a pair of very obvious bunny ears standing up from her head in hazel brown.

“Oh… Oh god…"

She muttered under her breath and gulped hard, though her mouth was too dry even then as, trembling, she drew her shirt off and over her head. She had a sports bra on underneath and yet it was more filled out than before, the stretchy, accommodating material allowing her breasts, which had not been that size before, to swell forward. Tentatively, still not quite believing what she was seeing, she turned and poked at the side of her chest, the new flesh there squashing in softly. And there was a lump in the back of her shorts that she really did not want to investigate yet.

Had she fallen and hit her head? Done too much? She'd felt like she was changing but this… It was all so much! And what was she even turning into, if the bunny ears were not already a dead giveaway?

Her body, however… It felt good. Better than good, in fact, as if vitality had returned to the parts that she had been focusing on and exercising so far. Her legs were shapelier too, narrower towards the bottom of the quad where it came to her knee, able to feel the muscle when she ran her fingers along it.

But it was her abs that she focused on, turning and flexing, swallowing hard and forcing her nerves back down. It was…amazing! Not what she had expected, of course, and Gianne still didn't have the foggiest idea of what was going on – but how could it be anything bad at all when it all felt as good as it did?

It was a feeble rationale to go on, but she had been trying and trying so hard for so long. Gianne pressed her hands, wondrously, to her stomach, something itching there a little, though it still looked like bare skin – just now the bare skin that she was used to.

She had been trying to transform her body, hadn't she? Vaguely, she considered jumping on the computer to look up whether anyone had had any weird side-effects from using the equipment – but the need to experience that “feel good" rush again drew her all the way back to the mat.

She wanted more, sliding down into the contraption that would help build her glutes, the bands that would rest across her hips while allowing her to push up from the ground in a glute raise – or a bridge, as it was also named in the little booklet. Gianne pushed down the flutter of nerves that told her that she should talk to someone, do something, anything, to work out what was happening to her…but she found she didn't care.

Or, she didn't care quite enough.

Maybe that was okay, at least in her case. For the equipment didn't seem to be doing anything at all to harm her, no, not at all, checking the exercise again and quivering with anticipation.

She wanted more. But it would never be to Gianne's downfall.

“Oof!"

She grunted, putting more effort into the hip thrust as she bore up from the mat and against the resistance bands, the pull across her hips uncomfortable. And yet that was nothing compared to the tingling, warming glow that sank into her buttocks, as if she was putting the muscles under strain – but in a way that immediately made her want to come back for more. She imagined the body that she wanted, fixing that image in her mind's eye, even though being a bunny too was not what she had expected.

Maybe having bunny ears was just one small sacrifice she could make to get “herself" back – or the version of “her" who should always have been there. The real Gianne was in there somewhere.

“Unff…"

She got into the motion, tightening her thighs a little too so that she was balanced, feeling just how strong her lower back had to be to support the movement too. Her cheeks tinged with pink, flushed with more than a simple enjoyment of the exercise, for burning desire pooled in her crotch too. Even then, she could feel just how she was damp between her legs, her thighs slightly apart for the exercise, pushing up from the ground, again and again, as her muscles firmed up and her backside rounded out into the promised, divine shape of her imagination. It stretched her shorts a little more, though there was enough “give" in the fabric for her not to worry about it all that much.

Immediately after that, she rushed into another abdominal exercise, on the mat again and with her feet lifted from the mat with the runes glowing. She brushed her fingers over one, as if thanking it for all that it was doing to her, at least so far, then picked her torso up at an angle. It was meant to be a row, moving her arms and legs out and in together as if she was rowing a boat…

It took a few tries with Gianne watching an instructional video on the tablet too, but she quickly got the hang of it, huffing softly as she completed the exercise. The pull on her abdominals was divine and she did more reps than she had initially set out to do as she worked her body, tightening her core and using her back to stabilise the motion the best that she could.

“Oof… Hmph…"

She couldn't stop herself from letting out little puffs of breath and grunts. Her abs burned, the ache seeping into her, warming her body, her thighs squeezing together through the exercise. She needed it more, so much more, her skin itching faintly as it darkened and a layer of white spread down her stomach and above the line of her sports bra. She was under no illusion that it was not under her clothing also and Gianne had an idea too of what the lump in the back of her shorts was.

The exercises, however, were more important, far more important, working her legs and arms in and out, even as her body trembled and the ache spread. More fur, brown that time, fluffed up down her arms and her back, around her sides too, covering every inch of her body that the white did not. Even her fur tingled, something soft tickling between the toes, within her trainers. Yet it was not enough to get Gianne to stop. It was not even a warning of any genuine kind.

She exhaled with a puff of breath as her abs swelled, growing, pulsing, as if something was being pumped into them. Something twitched under her shorts as she stood and twisted back and forth: three twists, an odd number, and then a knee raise as she crunched forward. Her balance wasn't quite there, having exercised some parts of her body and not others, needing to round it all out.

Her abs felt powerful, however, every crunch coming more easily, her flexibility and fluidity impressive as she moved from side to side. She moved on, though her attention wavered, as if Gianne would have preferred to be on her back in bed, relaxed with her hand between her legs. Her attention rarely went to things like that, but she couldn't help herself as she bent over, with the exercise bands, for a banded deadlift. The rubber band pressed around the back of her neck and the top of her shoulders, though she kept it away from her ears as she tucked it down into place. The exercise involved her bending forward, a slight, fixed bend in her knees, and then pushing back to straighten up again.

“Oof… Hmph… Mm…"

Gianne shuddered, the ears atop her head growing a little taller, perking up, the fur smoothing down over her form as her breasts pressed out into her sports bra. The changing bunny-woman shifted her weight from foot to foot, toes scrunching and relaxing, the fur around her feet so soft and so thick. Even then, it was like standing on a cushion, though it would only be later that she found out that bunnies didn't have pads on their paws: just wonderfully soft fur.

Pushing through the banded deadlift, Gianne squeaked as heat pooled in her glutes, swelling and rounding them out, though she didn't think she was going too far. No… All she was thinking about was how she wanted to be, the strong, fit, feminine body she had wanted for so long, yet never believed she could achieve.

And all that was changing as she stood up a little taller and straighter, pushing her shoulder blades back. There was a set of dumbbells in the kit too, suitable for her to use for her upper body – though she was by no means weaker there, not anymore. Yet she wanted her shoulders to be a little rounder, to be able to lift things and put things back on tall shelves. So, she performed an overhead press with them, pressing them up on either side of her head as her breasts grew perkier and fuller, the nipples very faintly visible through her sports bra.

“Mmph…"

She squirmed, pushing up onto her toes, aching for more. Every exercise she chose brought a new change, a new sense of vigour and energy.

More jogging to feed the power in her thighs and calves, her breasts bouncing more and more. Even her backside swelled, nicely filling out her shorts and causing them to stretch even more, pulling against her hips.

Calf raises to ensure that her calves could keep up, the muscle lean and powerful.

Romanian deadlifts, with the band, to round out the tone of her hamstrings, keeping everything in proportion.

Of course, sit-ups and more crunches, just to feel the strength of her abs flowing through her, how it naturally put a smile on her face, even as the weights increased along with the resistance of the bands she was using. Her breasts shifted on her chest as she sat up, heavier in her sports bra than before, yet comfortably so.

There was nothing on her to slim down, only shape to be built, and she exhaled softly, blinking as she realised she was viewing the room from a funny perspective, looking down on things that had been at eye level before, like the pictures on the wall. She twisted easily, straining around to twist into a stretch, and then dipped easily to touch the floor directly in front of her, placing her hands and her wrists flat on the ground.

“Mmmm… Oh!"

That had not been possible before and she tested out her flexibility, unknowingly slipping into the stretch portion of her workout, as the natural transformations in her body guided her. She sat on the floor and hooked her leg, too easily, behind her head, letting out a happy giggle at how smoothly everything came to her.

She hadn't heard herself laugh like that for years, even pausing to turn off the music, just so she could hear herself a little more easily. Not a different person but…someone with less troubles in her mind than she had had when she had begun her workout. And that was enough.

More than enough.

Maybe Gianne shouldn't have done it and yet…she looked amazing. The mirror was, suddenly, much too small for her but she could, at least, get a good view of herself if she stood back from it a little, her lips parted and blood pumping from her last exercises.

And the image that greeted her was greater than she could ever have imagined, though she jolted back in shock (she would not have gone quite as far as to say that it was horror) when she first took in her form. Maybe she had taken it too far? Her stomach churned with nerves but, as she shifted her weight and muscle moved under her fur and skin, the frenzy of doubts seeped from her mind and her body.

No… For even if she had gone too far, leaning into how the exercises were changing her and how good it felt, warming and strong, as if she was stepping into the version of her body that should have been there all along. Gianne would never, of course, have ever wanted to be weak, but to bring her body in line with what she wanted… That was something special indeed.

So, she allowed it, relaxing into her new form.

A tall bunny, her ears just barely brushing the ceiling, a smile on her face, her nose twitching constantly as if it would have been a crime to keep it still. Her fur had lightened a bit but there was still a clear contrast between the hazel and the white of her underbelly, running her hands down it sensually just to feel how soft it was, the thick fluff running between her fingers. Her breasts, of course, drew the eye, firm and yet bouncy, though they did not pull down under their own weight, which was not something that she would have expected. They were several times the size that they had been before, a good, satisfying weight resting on her chest, lightly pressed together as if even they were trying to show off her delightful cleavage.

Giggling faintly, a little dizzy, the “gym bunny" gently grabbed her own chest, squeezing her breasts lightly as the flesh pushed up against her fingers. They were nicely perky but not large enough that she thought they would get in the way.

She turned, showing off her bunny tail, which had managed to poke out over the top of her shorts, being that it grew from the base of her spine. It had started off as nothing more than a nub, though had grown thick and fluffy, with a white underside and hazel fur on the upper side. She tensed and squeezed her buttocks, making it twitch, though Gianne would get used to the muscles that controlled that new part of her body in no time at all. And she had more than enough interest in exploring her new body too, of course…

Her hands ran down her body, smoothing her fur flat in the right direction, turning a little to take in her backside, the thick, round glutes that were still very nicely feminine in their presentation. Pushing up onto her toes, Gianne bounced a little, her chest and her buttocks jiggling, showing her exactly how a soft layer of fat had formed over the muscle. That was hardly something that should have been built through any workout but, well, she would have been a fool to think that it was a normal set of exercise equipment still.

Her legs were long and nicely shaped with a little bit of a gap left between her thighs. However, it was her abdominal muscles that stole the show: how could they not after she had spent so much time and energy on them? Gianne gulped and whimpered softly, tracing the outline of each ab with trembling fingertips. Had she finally got them? The strong, powerful abs that she had longed for? She'd never though they would be within any realm of possibility for her!

And yet they were there as she relaxed into her form, rocking back and forth, contracting her abs just to see them stand out even more.

“Mmm…"

Her hand went down into her underwear, pushing her gym shorts out of the way, though everything sat more nicely on her figure now that she was moderately muscular, thrumming with energy. The shorts were tighter on her backside and shorter on her legs, of course, but that was a small price to pay.

So, it was easy to slip into enjoying her form, her body aching for something that exercise – not that she knew of as yet – could provide. Her skin prickled and tingled and she gasped the moment her fingers touched the soft folds of her pussy.

“Mmm… Oh."

Down there, her body had not changed too much, bar the fine fur on the external labia, though her fingers dipped straight between. Gianne was unsurprised to find herself wet and grunted faintly, pushing her hips forward, relishing in the easy balance that her new body provided her. Why, she was sure that she could even balance on one leg if she wanted to – and masturbate at the same time!

So, she let everything roll through her, panting and whimpering, fingers sliding into her wet pussy while she worked herself up more and more. There was no rush there and, still, there was something urging her on, telling the bunny to make the most of everything. Every moment, every breath, every throb of energy through her body. For Gianne was far, far more than her physical appearance, soon to find out that she boasted muscular endurance and power beyond the physical appearance of her muscles, her whole life changed forever.

Her pussy twitched and pulled around her fingers as she panted heavily, dropping into a low, deep squat easily. Even that small thing in how simple it was to complete the motion, bracing her thighs and tightening her glutes to stabilise herself, made her heart swell, proud of herself for finally taking her life back, all for her own.

She curled her fingers up against her G-spot, taking a moment to find the point that made her quiver and buck her hips, though masturbation had most certainly been something that she had been able to indulge in prior. So, she leaned into it, whimpering and grunting, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and testing out the limits even as her arousal wetted down against her fingers and the palm of her hand. She was so wet and she kept going, letting her thumb rub back and forth against her clit as she teased her G-spot, though it was a clumsier motion than it would have usually been for her.

She'd never gotten to masturbate in that position before.

“Oh… Ohhh, yes… Mmm!"

Gianna half-closed her eyes, moaning through an open mouth, though there was no one there to hear her, no one to interrupt. Yet she still caught sight of herself, glorious and comfortably strong with her abs contracted, in the mirror as orgasm took her, startling a sharp cry from her lips. Waves of ecstasy pounded her, coming in waves, yet the bunny-woman was not quite able to tell when one would come that was stronger than the last. Even her orgasm seemed to last longer than it would have done so before, sweeping her up and away, her long, bunny ears folding back against her head and draping down as she savoured every pulse and every moment.

It was the start of something new, something that would never revert as she kept using the equipment, gently maintaining her form as her intentions shaped the results that she gained in her body. Until she wanted something more, Gianne was finally home in her new form.

And everyone else saw that too, even as she bounced (it was so tempting to hop!) into her book club a few days later with the reading of the week tucked under her arm. She hadn't felt it necessary to explain to everyone that she was no longer just a woman but an anthro rabbit, though she pressed her fingers to her lips to hide her subtle smile at their looks and stares. Just because she had reclaimed the figure and the energy that she'd wanted didn't mean that her interests were going to be set at the wayside, after all.

“Hey, guys!" She said, even her voice appearing brighter and more at ease with herself. “How's everyone's week been? I cannot believe the twist in this one – did you guys all finish it too? I don't want to spoil it for anyone."

Laughing lightly, she sat back in her armchair, the book club taking place in the large living room of a member's house, and crossed one leg across the other in a very ladylike manner. She'd explain to them all, in time, but there was no need to be explicit about the changes that had taken place in her mind and her body. Gianne was who she was and she would forever be glad that she had picked up the Gym Bunny exercise set, for it had changed everything for her.

A gym bunny – perhaps. But she would always be Gianne, first and foremost.