“Just keep eating, sweetie. These herbs will heal you and restore your strength.”
“It feels like I'm eating rabbit food.”
“Oh, because you are.” She grins as a pair of long, fuzzy ears sprout from your head and your nose twitches. You feel strange. You feel... needy. You need to be bred, to make more bunnies.
“Oh, my sweet, little bunny!” She pets your head. “What was your name again?”
“It was... It was...” You trail off, searching your memories. It's on the tip of your tongue, you can feel it. Why can't you remember your own name?
“Sweet, little bunny.” She pets your ears and you moan, leg thumping against the ground. “Ah, I remember! Your name is Bunny!”
You nod, your head filled with bunny fluff. Any questions you might’ve had fly out your ears as she mounts you, moaning how tight and breedable you are.
You nod in agreement. It's easy to agree with Circe. You keep nodding, shaking out any final memories in your silly, bunny brain. You don't need to think about anything but being bred.