Sprint commission for  laugh in which an athletic rabbit gets to sample a revolutionary new product.

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“Who the hell knocks on your door at this hour?” the rabbit said, his athletically trained body showing to true form in the light of late morning, just before noon. He rose grumpily, eyes half closed, woken by the rhythmic thumping of fist against hardwood apartment door. “If this is another goddamn salesman I swear to god…”
Ren, the rabbit, quickly threw on whatever clothes came immediately into his line of site: a pair of baggy, casual running shorts and a green T-shirt that didn’t match his mottled chocolate fur in the least. Now more or less dressed, he looked the unpleasant, overworked college student that he was, risen from bed at the unholy hour of eleven thirty on a Saturday by someone who had better not be a salesperson, and carrying news that had better be important.
After struggling into the mismatched clothes, some of many garments that littered the untidy apartment. Ren wasn’t a slob by any extent, he just frequently found himself returning from practice, sore and tired, too much so to bring himself to tidy up, though normally he would have done so. Scratching the hair between his long, stereotypically shaped rabbit ears, Ren walked with neck stiff over to the front door of his apartment. To conserve space in his one bedroom, Ren had pushed his bed out and into the living room, so it wasn’t more than ten paces to the plain, brown fire door that was the entrance to the place where he ate, slept, and exercised, those activities being in order from least importance to greatest.
Slinging his right arm forward, the rabbit wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, flicked the deadbolt open with his other hand and, bracing it to slam with one foot, and drew the door a foot wide, glancing out. “What?” he said, short of temper.
“Hi!” a tall, energetic looking fox with a briefcase said in tones that guaranteed Ren’s worst fears, though his next words confirmed them, “might I interest you in our revolutionary new product?”
“Screw off,” Ren said, looking as stern as possible, and tried to slam the door in the fox’s face, but the salesman’s booted foot had found its way between door and frame.
“Ah, not so fast! You need what I have to show you, that I can guarantee,” the fox said, grinning widely, and somehow squeezed through the six inches of space that his foot afforded him and into Ren’s converted living room.
“What the hell are you doing? Can’t you people read? The sign on the door says no solicitors, so get lost, pal.” Ren was nearly furious. Who the hell did this fox think he was? He had seen aggressive advertisements before, but barging into someone’s house without permission was illegal.
“Please, just a moment of your time,” the fox said, rushing over to the glass coffee table next to Ren’s couch and setting down his brief case before clicking the fasteners and flipping it open. There were four large spray canisters inside, foam insulation filling the rest of the space. “My name’s Jacob, by the way.”
“Well, Jacob,” Ren said, face going red with frustration, now, and put one thin, furry paw on Jacob’s shoulder, “how about you take your briefcase and get the hell out of here before I call the cops? Are you looking to spend the night in jail, because that’s where you’re headed.”
In truth, Ren didn’t want to call the cops. That would be a hassle that would likely last the whole day, a Saturday wasted, and nothing of worth gained. “You want me gone?” Jacob said, much of his enthusiasm gone. The fox nodded twice, taking a can of the spray from his briefcase and setting it on the table before closing it again, “alright, alright, I’m going. But first…” he grabbed up the spray can and, turning with razor sharp agility, sent a torrent of the opaque, white, scentless mist within in Ren’s direction, who backed away as the stuff enveloped him.
The rabbit coughed for a few seconds as the mist disappeared, though the feeling of wetness clung to him. “What the hell, man?!” Ren shouted, gritting his incisors and fighting the urge the smash a lamp over this fox’s head, “get out, or I’m calling the…” he said, or, rather, started to say, pointing one finger in dramatic fashion at the fox, who was now grinning much more sinisterly than before.
“Oh, I will,” Jacob said, “once I’m done with you.”
“Huh?” Ren thought aloud, noticing his fingers. They had gone all shiny, as though wet, even his normally unkempt black nails had gone smooth. A series of rampant expletives exited Ren’s mouth as his arms, legs, everywhere the mist had touched started to itch prolifically. Without further thought, the rabbit began scratching with a will. He had built up quite a tolerance to pain in his time, but he had no defense against this. To make a bad situation worse, the rabbit’s jaw dropped as he saw his claws coming away with clumps of fur stuck to them, his coat disintegrating everywhere he had been sprayed. “What the hell is this!?” Ren demanded, backing away from the fox, who had started to advance upon him, all of his right arm and half of his left now totally devoid of fur, the skin underneath having gone synthetic and taken on a glassy tan sheen. The itch spread all over him, head to toes, leaving him naked as a squeaker in a matter of minutes, all the while the fox sitting back and enjoying the show as he thrashed about in his apartment, screaming frequently.
“Now the real fun begins,” Jacob said, reclining on Ren’s couch as the rabbit’s fingers started to melt together like hot plastic, his claws long since having disappeared, well toned arms and legs thinning out as though in an industrial press. As his balance deserted him, Ren fell to the floor, screaming silenced as his mouth ceased to exist, head starting to migrate down into what had once been his chest. The more dramatic changes followed. The rabbit shrunk all over, arms and legs doubling back on themselves and instantly halving in length, his back taking on a fabric like quality, and bulging out, his insides turning to polymer. The opposite side of Ren was now a crinkly, shiny plastic backing, the rest of him turning plain white but for the pair of blue tapes that had once been his toes. On the front of him, right between the two wings that were made from Ren’s arms, was a sheeny plastic print, it bore a cartoony likeness to the face of the rabbit that it had been made of, still somehow fully conscious and screaming inwardly for him to wake up from the terrible nightmare that had obviously descended upon him.
By the end of the transformation, Ren was something like a foot long, plain white but for his tapes and print, and had two pairs of wings, front and back. The area that had once been his torso and belly had morphed into the bulky diaper polymers that gave use to what would otherwise be simply a plastic barrier. T-this has to be a dream, Ren thought, frantic, every curse he could think of rushing to be spoken by lips that no longer existed, replaced by a grinning synthetic mockery thereof that had been airbrushed onto his front.
“Well, I think this test is a success!” Jacob said, good humor now restored, and picked up the diaper off the ground, turning it in his paws so that Ren’s face was looking right down his muzzle. Somehow Ren could feel the fox’s paws on him, and even see through the faux eyes in the front of his gleaming synthetic face. “If it worked, you should still be able to hear this,” Jacob said, talking right into the plastic cartoon of the rabbit, “you know… normally I would just package you away for sale, there’s a huge market for sentient diapers, you see, but, since you had such a delightfully charming personality…” he let the sarcasm hang there, snickering a bit between words, “I think I’ll make use of you, myself.”
Ren couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t do anything as the fox dropped him facedown onto his bed, his ears filled with the crinkling noise that came from his plastic backing, followed shortly by the fox himself. Jacob knew his work, and, with only Ren’s intact sense of touch to judge what was going on, felt the fox lay back on him, pull his front half up around his crotch and waist, then tear his tapes and seal Ren around his nethers, clearly enjoying the powerlessness and humiliation that the rabbit must be feeling.
“How’s that feel, bunny?” Jacob teased, slapping the front of his diaper and laughing. “Normally I’d use you right away, but you’re lucky, I took an early lunch and went to the bathroom then,” he laughed a bunch more, standing up in his sentient diaper and walking over to Ren’s full body mirror. The rabbit had used it to make muscles at himself now and then, so seeing the fox, who had abandoned his trousers to put him on in it was something new entirely. “Damn, look at that,” Jacob teased, posing in Ren so that the rabbit turned diaper could see his new self, a synthetic, absorbent undergarment. “Well, we’d best be going. I need to turn ten more people before noon!” he said, sounding sarcastic but not in an exaggerative way, and picked up his discarded trousers, pulling them on over his new undergarments and sending Ren into complete darkness.
It was brutally uncomfortable in the tight pants, the fox’s hot, cramped crotch moving back and forth as he walked. It was a while before he stopped, Ren unable to concentrate on anything but the movement of Jacob’s hips, and the rustling and rubbing it caused as his legs moved against Ren’s inside and outside. Shortly after he stopped, Ren heard knocking, then several words that were all too familiar.
“Hi! Might I interest you in our revolutionary new product?”