Little Bunny Fufu by Kris P. Kreme
Only a few individuals remain in a support group June O decided to lead this month, promising personalized spirit animal assistance courtesy of a certain reclusive writer.
But at tonight’s meeting, a little girl may get the help she always wanted in ways she never imagined wanting it. Eighteen year old Finley has always been treated like a little girl, but two things won’t be little after reading of her spirit animal, the bunny.
Waking up with a bounce in her step and two very hypnotically potent bouncy boobs, Fufu as her father’s forestry field hands call her may be hopping off into the forest, with decadent depraved little desires in store for every man she meets.
Arriving in the parking lot outside the old downtown church whose basement their support group meets in, the three remaining members of that group are talking about the recent rumors circulating… that some wild animal escaped and is on the loose locally. While the woman brings up the concern, the man hasn’t heard of it, and the young girl among them says in her girlish little tone that it’s probably not a bad animal, just misunderstood.
While this has the man poking fun at the girl, pointing out how she at least has to be old enough to drive, the youngest member of the support group is frustrated, rather amusingly calling him a meanie. But when the three of them walk down into the basement room where they meet every few days, they overhear June in a heated discussion with her cosmetic surgeon on the phone, shouting about her tits.
Of course when the man chuckles about the mention of tits, he only earns the name meanie perv from the young girl and her pouty scorn. But as June finally gets back to the point of their being there, starting the meeting, turning on the conference call device for the listening writer to work on someone’s spirit animal tale, this young girl may finally get to unleash her pent up frustrations.
But before she can take the stage and step up to the podium like those others before her, June is listening to the rumors of some big hairy beast carrying off a poor girl in a red dress. Naturally she dismisses such a story as bull. And pushing past questions from the remaining man in the group about her last name, the mysterious O, June is getting right back to the mantra, something she admits she rushed through last time, perhaps causing a bit less predictable a spirit animal than intended.
And so the man and woman watch as the youngest support group member steps up and introduces herself as Finley, a very sweet girl of just barely eighteen who has a bit of a chip on her shoulder about the way everyone sees her. Living with her daddy in the forest where he works for the forestry service, Finley has always been treated like a little kid. She mentions the forestry field hands that work under her father, how they’ve treated her so protectively like big brothers she never had, and how they all insist on calling her Fufu because it’s a cute little nickname, just like she’s a cute little girl.
But Finley longs to be seen and treated as a woman, not some little kid, and she’s tired of the way everyone treats her the same way, a child, a girl not even her actual age, just because she looks young and is small and somewhat less built than a lot of girls her age.
Watching her confessions of the innermost struggles she deals so regularly with, June is sitting beside the man, agreeing that Finley is certainly not a kid, earning a glare from the man by pointing out her taut young body, budding breasts, nicely swelled hips.
But as the man and woman talk about how weird June is acting lately, how almost too comfortable June is with sharing what is on her mind, Finley is annoyed at them for any disrespect for the nice woman June is, starting an all new little disagreement among the group. But ultimately as the woman has the meanie perv man walk her to her car, afraid of the escaped beastly animal in the area, Finley is finally getting her own spirit animal story, what she hopes really will in her own always optimistic attitude help her with her troubles.
Arriving back pretty late in the night, the drive out to the forest a long one, Finley is a bit frustrated at how her daddy had the three forestry field hands, Harlan, Randall, and Brian looking everywhere for her. She’s not some little kid that can’t handle herself, but they have always treated her that way. And calling her Fufu is continually annoying she thinks.
It’s with girlish giddy innocence, and wearing a pair of pink heart pajamas, that Finley sits in bed to read about her spirit animal, and she’s predictably smiling as hers is revealed to be the bunny. Having always liked bunnies because of their cute twitching noses, their carefree hopping around and fluffy ears, Finley is enjoying her story until her own personal tale of Finley the Bunny confuses her.
Told that Finley the bunny is a happy bunny but a very busty bunny, is confusing enough. But when she reads about Finley bouncing around the forest hypnotizing all the men she meets with the bounce of her big boobies… boffing her bunny brains out, she definitely is wondering about the story and the writer who wrote it. After reading the story numerous times, she’s definitely finding it more fitting to that meanie perv in the group, not June and the writer she talked so admiring about.
The following day, Finley wakes to a surprise… or rather two very prominent surprises. She’d always been small in many ways, but no one could say her chest is small now, and she’s almost giggly happy with the new jiggle she somehow has, touching her big new boobies, hopping out of bed and getting dressed in her favorite pink top. And while she may have thought that she simply matured late and suddenly, Finley is soon exploring her tender young curves, practically pinching a nipple to orgasm as she suddenly has a plan for exactly what she wants to do today.
Outside, her father and his forestry field hands already off doing whatever work they have to do, Finley is happily grinning, holding her hair up into little makeshift bunny ears, hopping off into the forest and singing a certain little song her nickname always reminds her of.
But what will Little Bunny Fufu do when she hops through the forest and finds one of the field hands? Will she finally be recognized as the mature young woman she wanted to be… or is Little Bunny Fufu desperate to do what all good little bunnies want to do… and mate herself nice and full, no matter how long it takes? Only one thing is certain, with the hypnotic bounce of her boobs, Finley can do whatever she wants and those who see her may just feel the same.
June O June continues with a silly little tale about Little Bunny Fufu, hopping through the forest, hitting on all the field hands… doing them on the spot.
Coming next… Don’t be an ass…
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