John was an egg hunter. Most people looked at him in confusion when he told them his job title, but it was really quite simple; he searched out the eggs of rare creatures, like eagles or other endangered species, and then brought them to those that would pay to eat them. Yeah, there were people that said it was illegal, but who the hell cared about a bunch of dumb birds? Who cared about some freaking lizards that might not hatch because he’d taken their eggs? He got paid for it, and that was all that mattered to him. The people buying the eggs were all so good, too, since they even told him where to find the best eggs, and paid him for any new or strange ones that he could find.

So, when he found an egg larger than an ostrich could lay and covered in yellow and pink and many other colors, John thought he’d hit the lottery. Not even thinking of where it might have come from, he fell to his knees beside the egg. The sunlight glinting off of the colored shell held his eyes and fascinated him, dreams of dollar bills slowly being replaced with just the image of the egg. It was…beautiful, almost supernaturally so, and he couldn’t help but reach down. His arms moved slowly, as though moving through syrup, and the closer they got to the egg, the more he needed to grab it, to pull it from the ground and take it with him. The thought of finding a buyer was long gone from his head, and only the thought of possessing this egg remained.

He never thought to wonder about why this large egg lay in the middle of a large field, why no one else had collected it, or why there were little dark brown puddles of goo around the egg. All of his thoughts were obsessively directed towards taking the egg for his own.

Finally, he grabbed the egg with a grin. It was so large that he could barely wrap his arms all the way around it and touch his hands together. It would bring him a fortune…if he ever decided to sell it. He wasn’t sure that he would. It was just too big and too beautiful to make that sort of decision here and now. He’d just take it home, and make his decision there, he decided.

As he tried to pull it back, however, he found it impossible to move. His hands just wouldn’t grip it right, no matter how he tried, and as he struggled to tighten his grip, it felt like his fingers were thicker than before, too thick to really be manipulated in any way that would work. Frustrated, John put the egg back down on the ground, flexing his fingers to try and get some better sensation from them.

He froze in mid move, looking down at his hands. They didn’t just feel thicker; they were thicker. His fingers had melted together already, fused together like…like…like a chocolate bunny, he realized after a few moments thought. “This is impossible,” he said, shaking his head and his hands. Maybe it would just slide off like gloves. This couldn’t be real, could it? Maybe he just pressed his hands into some pile brown goo behind the egg that he hadn’t seen, and he could just wipe it off.

Rather than falling from his hands, however, the gooey brown stuff started sliding up his arms. Everywhere it touched, the limb thickened out by at least a few inches before it continued up his limbs. A numb sort of feeling touched at his feet, and he looked down to see the same stuff sliding up from his shoes. It spread quickly, sliding up his legs at a rate equal to, or perhaps faster than, what was happening to his arms. He tried to reach down to his legs, to his shoes, thinking that maybe he could rub it off or something, he didn’t really know what. However, as he reached down, he found he could no longer bend his arms. They were completely covered in the chocolate – he could smell it now, and there was no doubt what it was – and everything below the elbow was completely solidified.

It didn’t stop with just paralyzing his arms, though. As he watched, his hands slowly remolded themselves under the chocolate, taking up a whole different shape. The fingers pulled back inwards, shortening and becoming rather blunt. Even if he could move his fingers now, they wouldn’t have done more than a few inches of up and down movement. Each one pressed tightly against the finger next to it, holding them close, just like a rabbit’s forepaw. His arms pulled back into his torso, shortening rapidly, and slowly pulling up towards his chest. Despite all the effort he put out to keep his arms extended outwards, they curled back until they were pressed against his chest, like a rabbit leaning back and getting ready to hop.

The same numb feeling he felt on his arms and legs emerged on his head, and he jerked as he felt the flow of the chocolate changes slide around his ears. They moved up along the side of his head, sliding upwards and lengthening. He looked around for some sort of reflection he could look at his changes in, but all that was around was the egg. In desperation, John looked at it, hoping that he could see something.

Of course, once he saw something in the dim reflection in the egg’s yellow colors, he wished that he hadn’t seen anything. His ears had moved to the top of his head and rapidly lengthened, now at least as long as a regular rabbit’s ears, and nearly as long as Bug’s Bunny’s ears. He watched the chocolate slid down over the sides of his head and over the front, his thick limbs powerless to reach up and stop the flow. With his arms and legs solidly held in position now, all he could move was his head, and from the way the chocolate flowed down his neck and over his back, joining up with the flow back there, he didn’t think he’d have that ability for much longer.

Sweet chocolate fumes filled his nose, making his mouth water just a little bit despite the terrifying situation. He squirmed within the solidifying prison, struggling hard against the changes in a futile effort to break free. His arms were twice as thick as they had been before, albeit in a posture and position that only a bunny would hold, and he could see that his legs were bent and changed into the shape of a rabbit’s hind legs. The shreds of his shoes, broken apart when his feet had changed into the large hind paws of a rabbit, were scattered across the grass. The rest of his clothes, he realized, had been changed into a direct copy of every Easter bunny commercial that he could ever remember seeing.

But that was all he had the chance to see. The chocolate flood reached his face and somehow yanked it back, forcing him to look ahead and a little down towards the egg. John was forced to watch as the chocolate flowed over his face, tugging it forward into the shape of a muzzle, the scent of chocolate all he could smell anymore, overwhelming even the bitter, salty odor of his own fear sweat. It overwhelmed him and his thoughts, covering his face and leaving only his eyes uncovered, at least for the moment.

As the chocolate covered his lips and nose, cutting off his air supply, John noticed two small things. The first was that he couldn’t feel anything else on his body. It was like they had been cut off from him completely, rather than just numbed, like they had disappeared and had never been. There wasn’t even pain from not being able to breathe, which surprised him quite a bit, but in a good way.

The second realization wasn’t quite as good. He felt the sun beating down on his head, and he felt a little bit of slickness. Well, not felt, but knew that it was slick, not as hard. The heat of the day was already starting to melt the chocolate around him.

The puddles! They must have been other people that had been here, and been changed by this egg. He was going to melt and be nothing more than another puddle!

The thought terrified him, even as his mind started closing down. Even though his body was changed, something still needed to be done about that troublesome mind. Chocolate flowed down the now empty tear ducts of the former human’s eyes, flowing back and back until the head was filled with nothing more than chocolate.

Within seconds, a living being was no longer there; all that remained was some chocolate treat, perfectly made. A work of art…for now.

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