The narrator of this story is a human with male genitalia. I will leave all other facts about them up to your interpretation.

I woke up on a comfortable bed in an unfamiliar room unsure of how I had gotten here. Getting up and looking around, I saw that the room was filled with ornate furniture. A wooden table. A set of plush chairs. A massive dresser. There were no windows and only one door.
The door opened, and a group of 6 figures in hooded robes emerged out of the door and grabbed me, pinning me to the ground.
“Are you still a bit groggy from the drugs that we gave you? Don’t worry. It’ll wear off soon. But on the bright side, it will make it easier for us to bring you to our goddess,” a robed figure directly in front of me said, their voice sounding like a woman.
It was then that it came back to me. I was driving across the country and had stopped at a small diner in a little town. The last thing I remembered was that I was starting to eat. These people must have drugged my food.
“Why…why are you doing this?” I asked.
“Because our mistress needs more worshippers. And you’ll do fine,” the woman said.
“Why would I worship somebody whose followers drugged and kidnapped me?”
“Because she is perfect, and all who meet her will worship her glory. You have no choice in the matter.”
“Fat chance,” I said.
“You’ll see. Take him to the goddess.”
They dragged me down several hallways to an ornate door. One of the cultists knocked on the door.
“We have a new recruit,” the woman cultist said.
“Excellent. Bring them to me,” a soft, female voice that made me want to relax said from behind the door.
The cultists dragged me through the door. Inside the room was nothing but a throne gilded with gold and jewels. Upon the throne was the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen.
The creature was in the shape of a naked human woman. Her body was covered in tan fur. Ears resembling that of a rabbit were on the top of her head. Curves ran rampant across her body. Breasts the size of watermelons that I wanted to bury my face in were on her chest. A belly with a moderate amount of chub hung above her legs. Hips rounded outward from her sides with immense heft. Thighs the size of tree trunks jiggled as she moved. A tight vagina between her massive thighs called out to me to be filled. Her hands looked human, but her feet were like rabbit paws. A soft, round face with blue eyes looked at me with a pleasing warmth. A pleasant, earthy smell filled the air that made me want to relax.
“Why hello, my new worshiper. My name is Lepus, but you will refer to me as Goddess or Mistress. Do you like what you see?” the creature said with the same soft voice that I had heard earlier.
“Ye-ye-n-n-no…P-p-please let m-m-me g-g-go,” I barely managed to say. Moving my mouth to tell her to take me away from here felt like I was trying to speak with a mouth full of broken glass. A growing part of me wanted to do nothing but spout effusive praise about every feature of her body, shouting it at the top of my lungs. But I remained resolute; I was not going to worship this thing; I was going to get out of here and get back to my life.
“If that is truly what you wish. Please stop restraining him,” Lepus said. The cultists let go of me. I stood in place, staring helplessly at Lepus. I desperately wanted to run from the room, but my legs refused to move. It took all of the willpower that I had to not run to Lepus and frantically kiss her all over her body. I tried not to look at her, but I just couldn’t look away. Every attempt to look at something else just resulted in me staring at a different part of her perfect body. Her breasts. Her thighs. Her stomach. Her eyes. Her hips. Her vagina. The more I looked the more enticing every part of her got and the less I wanted to leave. Her fur looked so soft. The paunch all over her looked so inviting. I could feel myself getting increasingly aroused.
“You wanted to leave, right? So why aren’t you leaving? Is it possible that there is something that you want here?” Lepus got up from her throne. “Or someone that you want here?” She began to slowly slink towards me, her hips shaking gently back and forth as her paws slid across the ground, her thighs, stomach, and breasts jiggling in a hypnotic manner like gelatin. “I’ve seen the way that you’ve been looking at me. You like how I look. How I smell. How my voice sounds.”
“Y-n-y-y-no. I-I-I just w-w-want t-t-to l-leave,” I managed to say. Getting the words out was even harder than the last time. I wanted more and more to praise that body, as well as do various other things to it… As she got closer and closer, I could feel that smell get stronger and stronger. It was so pleasant. It was making it harder and harder to think about anything other than Lepus.
She reached me, leaning in close and whispering into my ear, “I don’t believe that you do want to leave. But I’m not mad at you for lying. You’re lying to yourself more than you are to me. You have a really strong will. Most people who have been in my presence this long and who weren’t already my follower would be praising me and then having the time of their life. But while you’re still resisting, you’re already falling under my spell. I can see it in your eyes. So stop resisting and give in. You’re only delaying the inevitable euphoria. You’ll be so much happier when you’re mine, body and soul. Not going to give in easily, huh? Alright then, just answer me this: what part of my body is the best part?”
She grabbed my right hand and put it on her ears. “My ears?” She gave an adorable giggle.
“No,” I said without hesitation. I might have been losing control of my mind and body, but all of me agreed that her ears weren’t the best part of her.
She moved my hand to her face. The fur on it felt so soft to me. I wanted to stroke it. “My face?”
“N-n-o.”
She moved my hand to her chest. They felt so soft and squishy. I wanted to squeeze her breasts. “My breasts?”
“‘Y-y-n-no.”
She moved my hand to her thighs. I struggled to form a coherent thought. “My thighs?”
“Y-y-y-y-y-no.”
She took a step back from me, smiling. “Then how about…”
She turned around, showing me the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen. She had an ass that men dreamed of witnessing. A massive derriere the size of watermelons. It jiggled so pleasantly as she moved, like gelatin. A cute little bunny-like tail was right above her butt, wiggling in a charming way.
The sight of that perfect posterior melted my brain. It was the last thing needed to break me. She took a step back towards me, and placed my hand on that beautiful butt.
“My ass?”
“Y-y-yessssssssss! Your ass is perfect! All of you is perfect! You are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life. I can’t stop thinking about you! I don’t want to stop looking at you! Stop being in your presence! Stop praising your perfection!”
She turned back around and leaned in close to me. “You’re holding back. I know that you want to do more than praise me. So do more than tell me that you love my body. Show me.”
Without hesitation, I kissed her on the lips with desperation, ramming my tongue in her mouth. I made out with her as I slid my hands over her breasts, her thighs, her ass. Feeling the softness of her fur slide through my fingers like fine fabric. I sucked on her face like a man who had walked in a desert for a thousand miles getting to drink water for the first time all trip. I didn’t want her. I needed her. I didn’t want to live without her. God, how had I lived without her?
I stopped kissing her mouth and started to kiss down her neck. I kept moving downwards past her neck, past her stomach, down onto her thighs. Her fur felt heavenly on my tongue. I leaned in and started kissing and licking her vagina. She gave a melodic moan that was honey to my ears. I needed to please her. Nothing mattered more to me than her pleasure. My entire existence was devoted to pleasing her.
Her vagina was getting wet. I tasted her juices, her nectar the best thing that I had ever tasted. I have no idea how long this lasted. It felt simultaneously like no time at all and a blissful eternity. All I knew was that she eventually came, her orgasm squirting juice all over my face.
She pulled my head away from her crotch, stepping back, turning around, getting on all fours and sticking her delightful derriere and vagina out in my direction . “You did a good job, but while I’ve had my fun, you haven’t had any yet. How about we fix that? Why don’t you appease the thing between your legs. Give it what it has wanted since you’ve entered the room. I give you full permission.”
“Yes!” I shouted. I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could, not caring if the clothing got damaged or not. Such things did not matter anymore. Lep–Lep–Lep–My goddess had given me a command, and I had to obey it as quickly as possible. I grabbed my hard cock and slammed it into her vagina. Her magnificent moans filled my ears as I thrusted in and out of her vagina, feeling it grow wetter as I did so. Her hole was so tight. I could feel it squeezing my cock in just the right way. It was the most intense pleasure that I had ever felt. I couldn’t think. My mind was blank. All that existed was the motion, the pleasure, and my mistress.
Eventually, she came, squirting her juices all over my cock. I was so hard, but for some reason I could not cum. I needed it so bad. I began thrusting faster and faster.
“I know that you want to cum, but you need to do something for me before you can,” my goddess said.
“Anything!”
“Will you worship me!?”
“Yes!”
“Will you make me your only mistress, your goddess!?”
“Yes! My goddess!”
“Will you dedicate your life, your soul, your very existence to me!?”
“Yes! My mistress!”
I came harder than I ever had in my life, filling her hole with cum. I collapsed to the ground, panting. My mistress rose to her feet, not seeming to be tired at all. Cum leaked out of her vagina as she walked back to her throne.
“Get a robe for the new recruit,” she said as she sat on the throne. A fellow cultist walked towards me holding a robe. I stood up, not a thought in my head not revolving around my goddess.
“Put on the robe, my new worshiper.” I did as I was told.
“Now, what should you do when in the presence of your mistress?”
Without hesitation, I kneeled before my goddess.
“Very good. Welcome to the cult, my dear follower.”