For My Next Trick (Caption)

Thanks to ADSDChibi for the art in this one, and ABDLGuy for use of his character! 

Transcript: 

“And for my next trick…” the magician announced, drawing the rapt attention of the whole audience. “I’m going to pull a bunny out of a hat.”

It was perfect. Roy couldn’t have asked for a better diversion–or a better chance to turn a profit. Drunk spectators already made for prime pickpocketing, but these were drunk spectators who were watching a show specifically designed to capture their attention. Prime targets for theft.

“But first,” the performer on stage said, “Let’s give the rabbit a few treats, shall we?”

From a briefcase on their table, they began producing props–first, a long, slender plastic carrot, with sprouting leaves that flared out wide. They dropped that into their tall, velvet top hat, then produced–of all things–a pair of orange shortalls.

The audience stared, and Roy barely paid it any mind, slinking around and swiping wallets, purses, anything he could hide in his jacket. The prop choice was odd, but surely this was going somewhere, right?

Next came a pair of slippers with paws, and a pair of rabbit ears on a headband–again, strange choices, but they paled in comparison to what came last: A big, fluffy adult diaper, comically thick and poofy. All of it seemed vastly too large to fit in the magician’s hat, but it all went in–part of the illusion, of course.

“And now…” the performer said. “Let’s see… come here, little bunny!”

Roy blinked. One moment, he’d been digging in a stranger’s pocket for treasure, the next, he was falling. He landed on his knees, and looked out to see the auditorium–and all the spectators–staring right at him.

They all started laughing, and with a startled blush, he realized why–his clothes had changed. Slippers and bunny ears were just a start, and the orange coveralls did absolutely nothing to conceal the obvious puffy bulge of the adult diaper that’d replaced his boxers.

It was only a moment later that he felt the carrot, and realized exactly where the magician had hidden that particular prop–deep in his bottom, snug and tight and weighing heavily inside him. And, with a flick of the magician’s wand, the carrot-themed butt plug began to buzz.

“Thank you for volunteering, little thief,” the magician whispered, low enough that only Roy could here. “Be a good bunny for me, or I might just decide you’re so cute I have to keep you.”