The Last Drop pulses with neon lights, casting shadows across velvet-draped walls. Sexy bunny girl hostesses weave through the crowd with practiced sensuality and grace, their curves accentuated by tight corsets and fishnet stockings. The air is thick with desire and expensive perfume, bass reverberating through the walls and the bodies. Two dancers are on stage, slowly undressing themselves to the music.

Frank and his friends occupy a prime booth, their table littered by empty vodka bottles. Their laughter grows louder with each round, as they beckon the hostesses closer. The bunny girls play along, professional smiles never wavering as they dodge wandering fingers while giggling. A cute blonde one finally sits next to Frank, leaning forward presenting her ample cleavage while he shoves a 50-dollar bill into it, laughing.

The scene morphs into another, with rippling red silk curtains and a body of a dancing bunny girl before him, the same blonde, swaying and undulating hypnotically. He's alone with her, in an alcove somewhere. Her long ears dip and curve, casting elongated shadows while Frank's vision blurs at the edges, everything taking on a dreamlike quality. She looks at him with desire from under her long lashes, eyes glowing in the dark. As she turns and her soft, round tail brushes against him, his hand reaches out, grabbing her waist roughly.

Her face seems to transform in an instant - features elongating, eyes blazing red. Sharp long claws appear as he stumbles back, lashing out at her with a closed fist. Black shadowy forms leap from the walls, closing in around him as something strikes him, hard. The room spins, reality fracturing like broken glass as the pitch black consumes him.

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A sharp slap brings Frank back to consciousness. He's seated at a metal table in a dimly lit room, head throbbing. A massive vampire looms over him, fangs glinting like knives in the harsh spotlight. "You've created quite a problem," the vampire's voice rumbles as he sits down opposite Frank. "Assaulting our girls carries... consequences." His massive frame makes the metal chair look like children's furniture.

Frank's head hurts as fragments of memory pierce through his mind - the private dance, his hands getting rough, the dancer's firm rejection... His stomach turns as he remembers throwing a punch, how it landed with a sickening thud, then security intervening.

"Normally, I'd simply let my boys handle such... incidents." The vampire flashes his razor-sharp fangs in what might be a smile. "But we have a special opportunity tonight, and you're in luck. I've been asked to find a volunteer for testing a new suit." He gestures to Frank's naked body - already half-enclosed in what appears to be a sleek, latex bodysuit. "All you have to do is zip up and be that volunteer."

Frank starts to feel a panic rising as several large figures step out of the shadows, their eyes gleaming red in the darkness. "You do have a choice, although i wouldn't recommend it." The vampire says, leaning forward. "Suit up for the next 72 hours, after which you'll be free, or my boys will take care of you. And they are hungry, no guarantees as to in what state you'll leave here, if at all. We take our girls' security very seriously."

Frank hesitates for what feels like an eternity, the air around him charged with anticipation and fear. A satisfied smirk forms on the vampire's face as he watches him finally reach for the zipper with trembling fingers.

As he pulls it upward, the suit instantly bonds to his skin, becoming a seamless fusion. The sensation is surreal, like being enveloped in a warm embrace that both comforts and constricts. The latex-like material glides over his flesh, sending waves of warmth through him, igniting a strange mix of fear and exhilaration.

The world around him fades, and all that exists is the suit and the choice he has made. It closes up, entirely, and the zipper disappears somewhere.

A sweet, feminine voice inside his head fills his mind, soft and inviting: "Hello sweetie," it purrs, "Welcome to the next-generation of 'BE YOUTM' suits, my name is Velvet and i'll be your guide on this wonderful journey towards your deepest self." Her tone dripped with honeyed seduction. "And you, darling..." A slight pause, "you're going to be Bambi." The name settles into his mind like a warm blanket. "Bam-bi." His mouth repeats out loud, involuntarily, for everyone present to hear. "That's right, sweetheart. Very good." Velvet praises in his mind, delighted. "Now, Bambi, let's make you beautiful."

Something in the suit activates, and it begins to cinch tightly around his waist, pulling inwards with a gentle yet firm pressure. "No, wait!" Frank tries to say, but his voice comes out as a soft gasp. He attempts to fight against the pressure, to maintain control, but his body won't respond as the material redistributes his proportions. His hips widen, curving outwards as the suit molds his body, creating an alluring hourglass female figure.

"This isn't happening," Frank thinks desperately from deep inside, unable to move. Her chest expands, pushing outward to form full, plump breasts that heave with every panicked breath, while her waist narrows further, accentuating the new curves.

"Shhhh, darling," Velvet coos as the remains of Frank struggle. "You're blooming so beautifully. Don’t fight it—this is just the first step, Bambi. You’ll be more than you ever imagined—trust me, you’re going to love what’s coming next."

A cascade of platinum blonde hair spills past her shoulders, shimmering like silk in the harsh spotlight. Her face reshapes with delicate precision - cheekbones lifting, jaw softening, nose becoming smaller and more feminine. Her lips plump into a perfect pout, naturally pink and glossy.

As the transformation continues, Bambi feels something horrifyingly intimate fusing between her legs, shifting and reshaping. A deepening slit begins to form, and she tries to clench her thighs together in panic, but this only intensifies the sensation of warmth and tingling coursing through her. Heat and wetness pool in her new opening, and she feels her resistance weakening with each wave of pleasure.

"Look at you go, darling," Velvet coos, her voice sweet as honey. "You're such a quick learner. Doesn’t it feel good? Just let go of the old you-you were never a drab, boring 'Frank', you’ve always wanted to be soft, smooth, and malleable."

Her skin becomes silky smooth everywhere, all trace of body hair disappearing. Her hands and feet become more delicate, fingers lengthening gracefully, nails extending into perfect manicured ovals with a glossy pink finish. The nails of her feet are painted with the same pink, and sky-high stilettos have appeared under them. Each change chips away at her ability to resist, replacing horror with unwanted arousal.

As the vampires observe the transformation with a mix of disgust and hunger, from the darkness beyond them high heels click against the floor. A stunning bunny girl emerges into the harsh spotlight, athletic and curvaceous, her pink outfit glinting. She has been watching the whole time in silence and circles Bambi slowly, predatory grace in every movement, before stopping directly in front of her.

"I'm Princess," she says with a sugar-sweet giggle that doesn’t quite reach her big eyes. Her fingers glide along Bambi’s exposed skin, sending electric shivers through her naked body. When she pinches a tender nipple, Bambi gasps, heat pooling deep within her against her will, causing confusion.

"Daddy’s going to love breaking in his new toy," Princess whispers, her tone suddenly sharp as steel as her smile turns cruel. "And so will I. Whore."

"My, my, such a perfect match, you two," Velvet purrs inside Bambi’s mind, her voice dripping with honeyed delight. Waves of pleasure ripple through Bambi from Princess’s touch, leaving her trembling and conflicted. "Your body’s already learning to respond properly. You’ll love this, sweetie. It’s written all over you—it always has been."

With a cold smile, Princess takes Bambi's trembling hand and pulls her up. The vampires watch with hungry eyes as she leads her past them and out into the neon-lit hallway, the heavy door closing behind them with finality. The click of their heels echoes off the walls as they walk deeper into the club's private areas, each step forcing Bambi's new curves to sway provocatively and make her feel their weight. At the end of the corridor, a door beckons, promising both terror and ecstasy.

"No... this isn't..." Bambi tries to protest weakly.

"Hush now," Velvet whispers in her mind. "You're exactly where you belong. You're exactly what you were destined to become."

"Time to meet Daddy," Princess whispers ominously, her bubbly tone shifting to something darker as she opens the door, revealing a dimly lit room bathed in neon pink and purple. Bambi's new curves cast shifting shadows as she's led inside, her enhanced sensitivity making her shiver at every brush of cool air against her naked skin.

"Be a good girl, stand straight and push your tits out, learn to present your body" Velvet purrs in her mind as Bambi fixes her posture and takes in the room's details - the large leather chair in the center with a dark silhouette sitting on it against the light, watching her every trembling step. The various equipment hanging on the walls, their purpose still mysterious to her.

"Look, Daddy," Princess stops before him, and announces with excited submissiveness, "I brought you a new fucktoy to break in." Without warning, she grabs Bambi by her platinum blonde hair and yanks, making her gasp and forcing her to her knees. "Kneel, whore. Learn your place."

"Ooh, that feels so good, doesn't it, pet? To be owned." Velvet encourages as waves of unwanted arousal course through Bambi’s transformed body, twisting her mind in a haze of confusion and shame. "Just let it take over. You were born for this. You're going to love this."

Princess's demeanor shifts again as she addresses him, her voice becoming sweeter, needier. "Would you like me to show her how to properly pleasure you, Daddy? Let this useless slut watch and learn?" She licks her lips, once more tugging cruelly on Bambi's white locks, harder, pulling her closer to the chair’s edge as she whimpers. "I can teach her, Daddy... but no one will ever please you like I do." She leans in to hiss at Bambi. "And remember to swallow when he cums, whore. Every. Last. Drop. Every. Time." They both turn their eyes to him, waiting.