Chapter 2: Holding It In
 
 After what felt like ages, the bunny family finally arrived at the high school. Unlike the one back where they used to live, this one was quite larger and seemed to have a much better upkeep. That is, if Dylan's siblings' comments were anything to go by. Dylan let out a bit of a sigh in relief as the promise of using the restroom was nearby. Of course, the suspicion that his brothers were going to keep him from it was lingering. 

 
Their mom put the car into park and turned her head back at the three boys, beaming brightly. "Okay, you boys enjoy your first day at your new school and behave! Love you!" She'd exclaim, leaning back to plant a kiss on each of the their heads. "Run along now, don't wanna be late," She'd say, letting Roger open the door on his end and let himself out. 
 
Dylan hurried himself out of the car, taking a moment to look at the school and the students around. Naturally, they came in all species and sizes. He also didn't know anybody, since this was Dylan's first day of school in his new town. Unfortunately, he'd learn that taking the time to sight see would be his downfall because in that moment, his left arm would be hooked with Roger and his right arm with Stevie. Dylan let out a yelp and tried to squirm out of their grasp. He was much weaker than his brothers combined, however, and they soon began to walk (or in this case, drag), him into the school.

 
"H-hey c'mon guys, I can walk there myself..! Shouldn't be too hard to find where they're doing the assembly!" He'd say, knowing exactly what his brothers were doing. He felt like his bladder was throbbing, still aching for him to release. 

 
"No way, baby bro, Mom said to help you out," Roger said with a wide grin.

 
Stevie snickered and nodded. "Yeah yeah! No detours, Dylly-Willy," He'd tease. 

 
Soon, the three rabbit brothers were inside the school. It was quite big and certainly looked very clean. On the first day of school, this wasn't a real surprise though. It was almost like a maze as the three of them tried to maneuver their way around everyone. Not like Dylan's two older siblings were in any hurry, of course. No one really took any attention to the three of them, although some would glance their way for a second, before returning to what they had to do. Roger and Stevie made a beeline towards the theater, where they were holding the assembly, with Dylan in tow. 

 
For a split second, Dylan thought he was freed as his brothers finally let go of him when they arrived at the entrance to the theater. "Here ya go, Dyl. Behave yourself," Stevie said, putting on a tone to match their mom. The two walked off and Dylan sighed, looking around to try and find a restroom somewhere. His search was quickly cut off, as an older looking beaver woman pushed on his back, ushering him inside. 

 
"Come on in, assembly's about to start," She'd say, ignoring his mumbles to let him use the restroom first. "I'm sure you can hold it for a while, it won't take long," She'd continue, pushing him inside and closing the door. Dylan groaned a bit, having to wait it out even longer. Still, since most of the other freshmen were standing in small crowds, talking to one another, Dylan took the opportunity to find a seat. He'd sit in the furthest row, in the seat closest to the door. 

 
It would quickly get to the point where other teachers were urging other students to take their seats as well. As always, there was at least three empty seats between Dylan and another student. Usually he'd lament on this, as no one really seemed to like sitting near him. Right now though, his biggest concern was going through the assembly without wetting himself. 

 
Soon, the whole freshmen class would quiet up and a rather young, sprightly looking squirrel man stepped out, adjust a microphone, and began speaking. 

 
"Freshmen class, welcome to your first year at Riverbank High School, home of the Archers. I am Principal Edwards" He'd begin, prompting a few claps from some of the crowd. Dylan peered around a bit, quite a few looking excited, while others looked nervous. Some looked less than interested, preferring to look at their phones than to the principal. Dylan himself wasn't too eager to listen to him, his foot tapping impatiently as he crossed his legs. It helped a bit, but not by much.

 
The principal seemed to go on and on about welcoming the students, telling the rules, the procedure, opportunities for extra-curricular activities, all that jargon. Dylan began to sweat and squirm in his seat some, wondering just how long it had been. Since there was no clock, he had to wait for his new principal to stop talking and dismiss the students. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Principal Edwards was willing to wrap up his speech any time soon. 

 
Finally, after what felt like an hour, the principal finally stated, "That will do it for me today. Please leave as orderly as possible and go to your first period. Have a fun school year and go Archers!" 

 
Dylan almost burst from his seat, but quickly slowed down. After all, nothing was more obvious of someone needing to pee than running from a room to the nearest restroom. Instead, he opted to do a sort of speed-walking technique, beginning to think to himself. "Just a few more seconds... I think I saw a restroom near the hallway on the left... all I gotta do is make it there," He'd think to himself. 

 
It would prove quite difficult, as the wave of other freshmen seemed to rush out, almost crowding around him and limiting his movement even more. Walking a bit bow legged now, the bunny gripped his backpack tightly and tried to move his way around so he wouldn't leave a giant mess on the floor.

 
A few yards back, two figures talked to each other. One was a short, yet quite buff, lemur boy, wearing a very large black hoodie and a beanie with jeans. The other was an extremely tall, muscular raccoon, wearing the same style of clothing. The two looked into the crowd of freshmen, the small of the two looking up at the other.

 
"Was he in that crowd?" He'd ask.

 
The larger male nodded and grinned some. "Yeah, dat's him," He'd reply, sporting a very thick Italian accent. "I saw him bein' dragged by two othas, probably his brothas."

 
"And you ain't ever seen 'em before?" Asked the lemur.

 
The raccoon shook his head. "Nah. But didja see how he was movin'? Bow legged, breathin' heavily. If he had to stand still, he stepped in place. Y'know what that means?" 

 
The lemur snickered. "Yeah, means if he don't hurry, he's gonna make the janitors very angry at 'im." 

 
The raccoon kept grinning, nodding again. "Gotcha."

 
"Is he gonna be our target this year, Sal?" The lemur asked him, tilting his head. 

 
"Perhaps. Let 'im get a bit comfy on his first day. I will need ya to spy a little on 'im, got it? Get some info on this bunny," Sal told him. The lemur in return nodded, starting to walk off to the hallway Dylan had gone down. Sal, in the meantime, went off to his own class. 
 
Dylan hurried inside the restroom, which looked thankfully empty. He ran inside of a stall and slammed the door urgently, locking it the best he could. Public stalls always had bad locks, but with how quickly he was moving, the bunny had no resistance to the lock. The turned towards the toilet in front of him and quickly began to undo his jeans, doing a sort of dance as he tried with all his might to hold it.

 
"C'mon... stupid undies... r-really tight..." He'd groan, trying to tug his ridiculous tight briefs down. He'd manage to do so, but not before letting a few squirts of his urine drip into his underwear. He'd quickly tug them down, letting them fall to his thighs as he quickly grabbed his large, semi-swollen shaft, and began to pee. He'd feel his toes curl and spread a bit as he shivered, groaning in satisfaction.

 
"Oooh god... gah... finally..." He'd gasp out, the stream of piss echoing throughout the restroom as he continued on. He was too in the moment to realize that someone was peeking in, using the crack between the stall door to peer in at the bunny. Giant yellow eyes gleamed some as he got a bit of a look at him. 

 
Eventually, he'd finish up, shaking out any last droplets before flushing the toilet. Dylan tugged up his briefs, forming that same fat bulge. He'd blush a bit and gulp, realizing that he had accidentally peed just a little bit in his undies, forming a small wet spot in the front. Still, he'd shake his head and laugh a bit before pulling up his jeans. "Hah... w-well, that's kinda common for any guy, I think... no one will know," He'd say to himself as he began to turn around. The lemur who was peeping in quickly hid in the next stall over as Dylan left his. Soon, the bunny washed his hands and moved into the hallway, feeling much better. He had a class to get to and he didn't want to be late for it.

 
Once Dylan left the restroom, the lemur began to laugh, leaving his stall. "Haha, oh wow! He's gonna be a total pushover! That fat butt... that big dick! Hell, he almost peed himself trying to tug down those stupid briefs of his!" He'd laugh loudly and wipe a tear from his eye, beginning to head out of the restroom.

 
"Man oh man... wait 'till I tell Sal about this wimp! It'll be like Christmas mornin' for us!"

Chapter 3: Hot Teachers and New Friends
 
Dylan pulled his backpack off of himself for a second and opened it up. He'd begin rummaging around in there for a bit, fishing out his schedule for the semester. Since he was smart/lucky enough to have made it into the gifted classes, the bunny moved to a somewhat isolated hallway. In it were quite a few upper classmen, talking with each other about classes and hobbies. Eventually, he'd find a group of freshmen walking into a classroom. With a quick glance to his schedule, he'd look and read the room number. 
 
"B-51," Dylan said to himself, looking at the tag. It matched, so Dylan pocketed the small paper and walked inside. "At least I'm on time," He'd think, looking around the class. From what it said on the schedule, Dylan's first class was English/Literature. With a glance around the room, he'd find that most of the seats were already being taken. As per usual, Dylan silently moved himself to the back of the room, sitting in the corner of the room. Since he was quite tall, he didn't want to be in anyone's way. 
 
About a minute after he seated himself, a middle aged cow woman walked into the class. She wore a nice black dress that went down to her shins, along with a matching black cardigan. She also had on glasses and reddish/brown hair that she had tied in a bun. She held a purse and two books to her busty bosom, setting her stuff down at the desk in front. 
 
The room grew quiet as the woman turned to the class, smiling and giving a wave as she began to speak. "Hello everyone. Welcome to English and Literature. My name is Mrs. Mills," She'd say, turning around and beginning to write on the board behind her. She wrote in a very fancy, cursive font that read 'Mrs. Mills' on it. 
 
Since she bent over a little, she naturally showed off her butt a bit. This caused a couple of boys in the class to turn to each other, stifling a noise of interest. Dylan did notice this and couldn't help but think of them as perverted and rather disgusting. Still, the thought also rose up that she was rather... attractive in a MILF-y sort of way. The bunny quickly snapped out of it, flushing some as other thoughts began to creep into his head. Like how she'd look in something more skimpy...
 
Dylan shifted his legs some so they were crossed, trying to keep his bulge from growing as he felt his shaft shift around. The last thing he wanted was a massive erection in the middle of class. To his luck, he succeeded as Mrs. Mills kept on with her introduction. "Now, since we'll be seeing each other quite a bit, I'd like to know y'all's names! I'll be doing attendance as you all introduce yourselves one at a time. Just give us your name and maybe a fun little fact about yourself! Uh... we'll start with you there," She'd say, pointing to the first seat in the front row to her left.
 
The student stood up and introduced himself as Mark, telling about how he was taught how to play trumpet by his family. Then it continued onwards down the row. Dylan knew he'd be the last one to go, but he didn't really seem to mind. 
 
To be honest, barely anyone seemed to interesting. Typical gifted students stuff, bragging about achievements, maybe an attempt at being funny. One student stood out to Dylan, as she didn't stand nor did she really say anything about her. In fact, no one could really hear her at all. Her voice was very soft spoken and small. Since Dylan was so far back, he couldn't even see who it was, so he had no idea what the quiet student looked like.
 
Another student that caught Dylan's eye was actually sitting to the left of Dylan, who was also a rabbit. She seemed quite short, wearing a denim dress and a jacket with multiple pins in it. Her hair was blonde with a bit of dyed pink shining through her swooped up style. She didn't bother to stand either, but she had a more relaxed tone to her voice, as if overly casual. "Name's Carla 'Cutie' Collins, no relation to Phil Collins," She'd say. A few students, Dylan included, chuckled at her joke. He did find it a bit weird that she'd go by the nickname Cutie. Of course, no one argued with it and the introductions kept on.
 
As he predicted, Dylan was the last to speak. He remained in his seat as well, mostly due to the fact that he was tall enough to be seen even without standing. "Uh, name's Dylan Bunbury, and well, I just moved here this Summer," He'd say. A few seemed fairly interested in being able to see a new student they haven't seen in their previous schools. Cutie even flashed a grin at him for a second before turning her attention back up front. 
 
"Well, it's great to meet all of you! Now, as per usual, I have to go over what we'll go over in this class, as well as guidelines," She'd say. At this point, it wasn't hard for Dylan's erection to go down, as the class became somewhat boring. She wouldn't teach any actual lessons for the day, as she had to spend all of it going over guidelines and books they'd read and lessons and so on and so on. 
 
Thankfully, their class was dismissed after an hour they moved on to their next class, which was right across the hall. Dylan peeked at his schedule and saw that the next period would consist of History. He was usually pretty good in history, though he knew that science was his best subject by far. As the group waited for the current class to end and file out, Cutie stood next to the other bunny and nudged him some. She definitely dwarfed in comparison to her, probably standing at only 5'5. Still, she was quite casual and laid back in the way that she spoke to him.
 
"New round here, huh? Good to see a fresh face and another bunny. To be honest, it was boring being the only cute one here," She'd say. This statement made him flush and freeze a bit.
 
"Thanks," He'd begin before thinking of her comment. "...wait, do you think I'm-?" 
 
Cutie snickered a bit and began walking into the class, Dylan following beside. "Pfft, bunnies are always cute, dummy!" The male felt rather dumb at this, but thought to himself some more. With a quick look around, he'd confirm that he and Cutie were the only two rabbits in the class. He didn't remember seeing any in the rest of the school either. 
 
During all of this, he'd take his seat in the back, Cutie sitting right in front of him. Probably so that he wouldn't pry on about what she meant. While everyone got seated, they'd realize that their teacher wasn't in the room with them. "Must've walked stepped out in between classes," Dylan thought to himself. 
 
Sure enough, about three minutes later, a very tall, thin, well dressed cat man walked in. His hair was rather scraggly and white, his fur solid gray. His eyes seemed somewhat tired, bags under his eyes. He didn't look too inviting, but had the air of a tired college professor. "Alright, I'm gonna take attendance. Say here when I call your name and we'll get started," He'd begin in a dull, yet rather hurried, voice. As their teacher called out names, he'd glance upwards from his paper to see the face of the student called before going back to it. 
 
Once he was done, he set his paper down and pulled down the slide, starting up the projector, and clicking on something on his computer. Within seconds, he'd have a powerpoint pulled up. "Good morning, class, I'm Mr. Kitridge, and I will be your social studies teacher. More specifically, you are here to learn history," He'd say, moving onto different slides. Much like the previous class, Mr. Kitridge went on about what the class would be teaching, but the class seemed a bit more attentive than before. Mostly because at random intervals, he seemed to ramble on about a subject or theory of his. 
 
After that class was over, students murmured to each other, talking about how Mr. Kitridge was both very strange... and very unique. Cutie walked with Dylan again, talking to him once more. "Man, he's kinda strange, right?" She'd ask him. 
 
Dylan merely nodded, peeking down. "Yeah. Seems like the type who's a conspiracy theorist on his free time," He'd say. This got a snicker out of Cutie, who nodded. 
 
"Yeah, probably right. Still, he's gonna be neat to have! For now though, we got a Biology class to go to," She'd say, walking with Dylan to another room in a different hallway. When they got there, the door was already open, yet the room was devoid of any trace of other students or a teacher. Other than that, though, there were lots of flowers, plants, and even an aquarium of fish in the back! Students looked around for a bit in amazement before taking their seats. Again, Dylan sat in the back with Cutie sitting in front of him. However, instead of sitting in desks, they all sat at tables of two. The student who decided to sit next to Dylan would be a short, quiet, mouse girl. She had very thick glasses and wore a plain blue t-shirt, along with a pair of shorts. Her hair was a dirty blond, tied into a ponytail. She seemed to avoid Dylan's gaze somewhat. She must've been just as awkward and shy as Dylan.
 
After a couple of minutes of waiting for their teacher, they finally saw who would be teaching them. This time, more than just a couple of boys showed interest in their teacher. Even Dylan couldn't help but admit that this one was rather hot.
 
She was a lot younger than the previous teacher, probably around late 20's. She was a blue dragon woman with bobbed hair, and a very curvy figure. She wore a button up and a skirt that just barely touched her knees. Her long black pantyhose also showed off her curvy legs very nicely. Their teacher spoke with a very gentle smile. "Hello everyone. I'm Ms Redhart, and I teach Biology and... Chemistry," She'd say with a soft coo on the last word. Dylan peered around the room and saw a few boys cross their legs, flushing some.
 
He himself felt his face grow hot, his pants fitting tighter. He didn't automatically realize this though, as his gaze quickly fell to her bosom, which was showing a nice amount of cleavage as she held up her clipboard to do role. 
 
She seemed to add a little comment to everyone as she called names, peering up and giggling out something. At one point, she'd call out, "Cindy Bethe?" 
 
After doing so, the mouse sitting right next to Dylan raised her hand and squeaked out, "Here." 
 
Ms Redhart smiled and leaned forward a bit. "No need to be shy, dear. Speak up next time so I can hear you," She'd say sweetly. Cindy peered downwards into her lap, blushing immensely. 
 
After a few more names, she'd call, "Dylan Bunbury?" 
 
Dylan raised his hand and replied, "Here." Ms Redhart grinned and.. licked her lips?
 
"A pleasure to meet you, darling," She'd say, continuing her role call. 
 
For Cutie, when she called out Carla, the little bunny replied, "Here, but I go by Cutie." 
 
Their teacher giggled and smiled widely. "And I can see why!" After finishing up, she went into her pre-lesson plan as to what they'd learn in Biology. Dylan found himself much more interested than before, mainly because he found Ms Redhart smoking hot. It was much harder to keep dirty thoughts out of his mind. 
 
In particular, he'd begin to daydream Ms Redhart beginning to do a strip tease in the middle of her pre-lesson. She'd unbutton her top and let her massive breasts bounce free in a lacy, skimpy bra. She'd unzip her skirt and wiggle it down her wide hips, turning around and shaking her rump some as she exposed a matching, lace thong. Her pantyhose being held up by garters as she turned back around and shook her breasts, licking her lips and looking at Dylan in a flirty manner. Ms Redhart pushed down a bra strap, and then the other, holding her bra up by the cups, jiggling her boobs in her hands. She'd begin to release the cups and let them free...
 
At that point, a dull thud snapped Dylan out of his daze somewhat. The bunny peered under the desk and gasped out some at what he saw. His pants were now visibly tenting outwards, bumping upwards against the table. His pants strained to keep his massive hard-on hidden, his cock twitching and throbbing noticeably in the fabric. Dylan's face burned a deep red as he pushed his hands against it, trying to keep it from being too noticeable to anyone else. The bunny peered around to see if anyone saw. Thankfully, most of the class was too enamored with Ms Redhart, who was still talking, fully clothed. When the bunny turned his head to the right, he'd notice Cindy's eyes quickly dart back forwards, as if she were looking away from something. Her cheeks were a bright red as well. Did she see Dylan's erection? The bunny gulped and tried to focus on the topics at hand, hoping his erection would go down again. It took much longer this time, however, as the very attractive teacher was still talking.
 
Finally, the class would end and their lunch period would begin. Dylan remained seated for a bit as the rest of the class filed out. Ms Redhart also stepped out to go get herself something to eat. However, Dylan would notice that Cindy seemed to linger behind, gathering her stuff up rather slowly. After a few minutes, Dylan cleared his throat, thinking he should say something. A rather awkward voice came out of him as he asked the girl, "So uh... what do you think of this class..?" 
 
Cindy peeked back, still blushing quite a bit. Her eyes darted back to his crotch for a second before looking at his face. Her voice was still small, but at least Dylan could hear her better. "Oh..! Uh well... I really like science. A lot. One of my best subjects," She'd say. 
 
Dylan smiled and began to stand up, his tent thankfully having gone down once more. "Same here! So uh, Cindy, is it? I think it's time we go get lunch," He'd say, rubbing his head. He felt rather dumb in saying that aloud, but Cindy nodded in return. 
 
"Yeah. Uh... would you mind if I sat next to you?" She'd ask him. 
Before Dylan could answer, two arms wrapped around the waist of Dylan and Cindy, pulling them in towards the familiar, white bunny. "Only if I can join you guys! C'mon nerds, let's hurry before all the tables get taken up," She'd say, giving a quick slap to their behinds. Both reacted similarly, yelping out and jumping as they soon walked to the cafeteria. Dylan looked over the two girls, who appeared to be his new friends, it seemed. They were the same height, but were obviously quite different. Up close, he also took notice of their bodies. 
 
Cutie's body was quite standard and typical, albeit a very nice one. A chest that protruded outwards nicely and a rather nice rump too. As for Cindy, it almost looked like she was... flat. If she did wear a bra, it had to be a beginner's one, because it did not look like she was endowed in that area. Her butt, on the other hand, was very very round and bubbly. If he could see under her skirt, he'd imagine her butt would be bouncing as she walked. 
 
Dylan shook his head and quickly cleared those thoughts out. His cock was beginning to twitch again and he didn't want to walk around with a massive tent again. So he'd decide to keep these thoughts away for now.
 
During lunch, a table in the farthest corner of the room filled with a small group of five or six students sat. They kept their heads down, occasionally peering around. Eventually, one of them pointed to a table, mumbling, "That him, boss?" 
 
The large raccoon known as 'Sal' nodded. "Yeah, that's 'im," He'd reply. The group turned a bit to the table in question. Three students sat at a booth. One white rabbit on one side, and a mouse and another rabbit on the other. "That one, the tall one. Mikey, whatcha find out 'bout 'im?" He'd say, pulling the group to turn back.
 
The lemur snickered a bit to himself, peering around the group. "Okay, get this... I saw him in the bathroom. And he almost peed on himself. Not only that, but he's got a bubble butt... and a big cock too," He said. The group laughed a bit, Sal nodding and smirking. 
 
"Pfft, wow, really? Did he make a mess at all?" He'd ask.
 
Mikey shivered with laughter, shrugging. "Sorta, he got a bit in his underwear. Oh but that's the best part!" He'd motion for them to lean in. Once they did so, he'd whisper. "When I saw him... he was wearin' briefs... with Woody from Toy Story on em!" 
 
At that, the whole group burst into laughter, guffawing loudly at the thought of this. Sal himself was staring over at the rabbit, who was unknowingly talking to the two girls. "Bahaha... oh wow. What is he four?" He'd joke, making more of his friends laugh. Once they all calmed down, Sal spoke up again. "I say sometime after school tomorrow, we pay a visit to our new friend... whatcha guys think?"
 
The group agreed and laughed to themselves as they began to plan out what they'd do to the bunny.

Chapter 4: Peephole
 
The next class for Dylan turned out to be the math one. Since he was in the gifted classes, he would go ahead and take a pre-calculus class. Much like any other math class, the bunny was less than thrilled to be a part of it. However, he did tend to do very well in said classes so he wouldn't complain to much. Still, from what he's heard about calculus related class, they weren't going to be a walk in the park. 
 
This time, Dylan decided to sit in the front, as it would be much easier for him to see the board and take notes. He sat in the corner, though, that way anyone who was seated behind him could have an easier time looking at the board as well. Since the bunny had managed to make two new friends within the previous classes and during lunch time, they'd sit close to him. Cutie seated herself behind him, apparently not having any trouble seeing the front while Cindy also sat in front, to the right of Dylan. 
 
The class wouldn't have to wait for the teacher to show up this time, as she was sitting at the desk in the front, waving to students as they sat down. She seemed busy typing out something, but as class started, she would stand. She was an extremely short hamster woman, around 4 feet, if Dylan had to guess. She also seemed to be much older than the other teachers, probably around her 50s or 60s. Her hair was a short bob cut, deep black and her coat was solid white. She dressed very proper and also had round, tiny glasses. "Good afternoon! I hope you are all prepared to learn about pre-calc so that you can have an easier time in the regular calculus class! I am Professor Zhu," She stated, bowing her head before lifting it back up. "I will take role now. Please raise your hand when I call your name," She continued on, looking over a sheet of paper before beginning to call out names. 
 
After role had been taken, Professor Zhu began her class. Like the previous classes, she began with going into what the class would entail, attendance, policies, and so on. Unlike the other classes, though, she was over with the introduction about halfway through so she went onto the material. This naturally surprised a few students, Dylan included. However, he took notes like he was supposed to and listened. Honestly, an uninteresting class period for him. He did take note of the fact that Cindy was writing extremely fast, barely looking anywhere else but the front. He didn't check too often, but the couple of times Dylan peeked backwards at Cutie, he noticed that she wasn't writing down too much, instead just watching the front. 
 
After the class, the bunny packed up his stuff with everyone else and left. Him and his friends walked with each other down the hallway, heading to the far end of the school. With a peek at his schedule, he said "Our last class is gym. Hope it's not too hard. I've never really been physical." 
 
Cindy nodded and fixed her glasses, speaking in her small voice. "Same here. I just wonder if we're going to have to use the changing rooms," the mouse said. Cute looked to the two and grinned. 
 
"I wonder if the rumors of the co-ed changing rooms are true," She said, watching as the other two flushed gently, Dylan rubbing the back of his head and Cindy peeking down, her cheeks a bright red. "Pfft, just kiddin' you two!" The smaller bunny said, bumping her hips against the larger rabbit. "Although, they usually do tend to make students wear gym wear. I guess we'll see," She said. 
 
Dylan gulped to himself, shifting his backpack some as he thought about what Cutie said. If the school really did make students use changing rooms, then it would certainly be a really embarrassing situation if the other boys in his class saw him in his silly underwear that he tended to wear. It would be even worse if he ever accidentally got hard, showing off his massive shaft. After all, the bunny was definitely bisexual, so he just hoped no guys in his class looked good naked. He felt his cheeks blush and his pants tighten up a little at the mere thought of it. He tried to drive his thoughts away from naked boys, but naked girls certainly didn't help. 
 
After a quick trip to the gym, the class was standing near the front area. Thankfully, Dylan managed to get his mind somewhere else other than nudity as they all saw the coach walk towards them. Dylan noticed that up top, on a second floor, there was a second class going on. Loud clangs and grunts filled the air, he would notice. Apparently, weight lifting was at the same time as the honors freshmen gym class. 
 
The coach who approached the group of freshmen was a tall sheepdog man, bangs covering his eyes. He wore a tight tank top and blue running pants. Despite looking around his 40s, the coach looked like he was in his 20s. Obviously, he was very fit and very healthy, despite his rather large figure. He held a clipboard and waved his hands to the group. "Okay guys, I'm gonna do roll and then we'll get started. I'm Coach Ashton and I'll be teaching you all this semester. If anyone's interested in football, you'll also talk to me or Coach Rick. Now lessee..." He'd scan through the names and call them out, as the previous teachers have done. 
 
Once the coach had finished, he set the clipboard aside and started a little bit of a speech. "Alright now. This class will grade all of you on your participation. You don't have to be the best in the class, but I expect you all to do the best you can. Even if you're not the most fit, what's important is how hard you try. Naturally, attendance counts as a grade. I also expect you guys to bring work out clothes," He'd state, leading to a few groans from the class. Dylan looked down and rubbed his head.
 
"What this entails," Coach Ashton went on, "Is that both the boys and the girls will have to wear t-shirts or tank tops, as well as shorts, running pants, or sweat pants. You may use the lockers here to keep spare clothing. This will count as partial credit. For today, just your regular clothes are fine, but by tomorrow I expect workout clothes," He went on. From what Dylan saw, there were two different changing rooms, so that at least he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the girls. 
 
Without much time to dwell on that, Coach Ashton, continued on. "Okay, so now we'll do standard exercises. Form a block with enough room on all sides to move around," He said, moving the front as everyone jogged/walked to a formation. Dylan was in the back row, Cindy on his right, Cutie on his left. At the beginning, they all did push-ups, jumping jacks, squats, as well as some stretches. Dylan couldn't help but notice that Cutie was peeking over from time to time towards him, though she'd look away just as soon as he got a glimpse of her. One thing was quite certain though; the three of them were definitely not the most in shape. Dylan somehow managed to do slightly better than the other two. Cutie got out of breath very quickly and Cindy had trouble with push-ups. 
 
The class went on as the coach timed each student to do one lap around the gym, as well as running from one end to the other and back. It seemed to take forever for the bunny, but soon the class would be over for everyone. With the ending of class would also be the end of the school day, as everyone decided to head out. Dylan waved to his two friends as they walked out, the bunny deciding to stay behind so that he could use the restroom. After all, he had to pee and didn't want to have to wait for a long time again. With that thought in mind, he entered the boys' changing room and took a look inside. 
 
After a bit of a sharp turn, the changing room came into view. To the right was the showers, where there were a few guys. Weight lifting must have finally finished up. The middle was the changing area, Dylan assumed. And to the right were stalls, thankfully with doors to them. He headed to one of them when he heard... talking? Not from the boys' shower room but from the one on the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. Dylan shut the door behind him and tugged down his pants, struggling a little as he finally got his little Woody briefs down. His impressively sized dick was freed and he held it, beginning to pee again. 
 
Looking around some, he'd realize why he could hear the opposite room so easily. There was a small-ish hole drilled into the wall, right at eye level for Dylan. No one else must have caught this, because it apparently hadn't been fixed. The bunny bit his lip, looked behind him, and leaned forward, looking into the hole. 
 
The opposite room just so happened to lead into the girls' shower room, which excited Dylan. His heart thumped and his cheeks flushed red as he got to see three girls shower. They must have been upperclassmen, because Dylan hadn't recognized any of them from any freshmen classes. Two of them were talking to each other, one a naked red fox with a nice hourglass figure and a nice pair of boobs. She was talking to a polar bear girl, who was taller and a bit buffer than the fox, breasts and rear end just as big, both of them washing their hair as water ran down their naked bodies. Dylan felt his cock stiffen up in his hand, beginning to grow to it's massive size. Since he was hidden behind the door of the stall and it didn't seem like the other guys were leaving their shower room, he remained. 
 
There was a third girl, showering about a yard away from the other girls, was also very very attractive. She was a shark girl with long black hair. She was definitely the most athletic of the three, sporting a very lovely set of abs and strong looking thighs. Her boobs weren't as large or round as the other two, but they were quite perky. She was lathering up her body under the hot water, soaping up every inch. In Dylan's opinion, she was probably the hottest. It helped that she was almost directly in front of the peephole Dylan was looking through. Since it was quite small, she probably wouldn't notice him, too. The bunny peeked downwards at his length.
 
It was fully hard, twitching and throbbing at it's full length of 20 inches, his fat balls sloshing a bit. He gave a couple of quick strokes to his cock, and pre beaded out at the tip. Dylan grunted a bit and fapped his shaft a few more times, oogling the girls on the other side for quite some time. It wasn't easy, though, as his shaft made Dylan take up all of the space in the room, barely giving Dylan a good position to peep. Pre cum kept oozing from the swollen tip as he watched the upperclassmen girls shower. He let out a bit of a pant and gulped, peering down. He didn't feel like he was that close to an orgasm. Even if he did cum, that would be a gigantic mess that he didn't feel like explaining. Besides, his mom was waiting for him and his brothers at the front of the school, and he didn't want to keep her waiting. With a sigh, he'd tear his face away from the peephole, shutting his eyes tight, and trying to think of something else. "C'mon... don't think of naked girls, no naked girls, no naked girls..." He mumbled to himself. A few minutes passed, his erection beginning to die down since he left it untouched. Dylan sighed and pulled his underwear and pants back up, quickly leaving the changing room before he the boys left the changing room. After all, naked boys would get him hard again.
 
Dylan quickly made his way up front, where he saw his two brothers beginning to get into their car. The bunny slid in quickly as his mom peeked back at the three. "There you are, Dylan, I was wondering where you were!" She began. 
 
The bunny cleared his throat, not wanting to reveal exactly what he was doing, so vagueness was his best bet. "Uh, restroom," He replied semi-quietly. The rest of the trip back home was rather uneventful. The three of them told their mom about the school day, and soon they arrived home. 
 
Dylan made his way back to his room, managing to avoid his two brothers. After all, he did have some unfinished business to attend to. The bunny entered his room and shut the door, making sure to lock it behind him. He turned around and saw something on his bed. He tilted his head and made his way to it. Dylan flushed and scoffed some, seeing what it was. 
 
It was a pair of pink Hello Kitty briefs, with a post-it note on the front. It read, "Mom let me make a gift for you. Enjoy Dylly-Willy. Love Melissa." Dylan rolled his eyes and opened his underwear drawer, shoving it as deeply as he could. 
 
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I wear those," Dylan sighed. He'd lift his shirt up though and remove his pants, tossing them into his hamper. He was now in his tiny briefs, biting his lip as his bulge grew in his underwear. All those thoughts he held back were now swimming back to him. As his tent grew and grew, the bunny laid on his back in his bed, tugging his undies down to his ankles and kicking them into the hamper. His giant cock bounced free as Dylan groaned out. "God... finally..." He groaned, reaching up with both hands and stroking himself off, his tip was just a few inches from his open, panting mouth.
 
He was imagining himself in the girls' shower room, all three of those naked girls surrounding him and kissing all over his body. They stroked him and felt him up, fondling and kissing every inch of his body. He let a hand down to begin fondling his own large, heavy balls as pre oozed from the tip. Then, the circle opened up as Dylan got to see his teacher, Ms Redhart, strut to him. She was in that skimpy black lingerie he had imagined her in before. This time, she got close enough to hug his body closely, letting him nuzzle into her bosom, his fat rod fitting in between her legs, pushing upwards against her crotch.
 
Pre shot out a little bit in excitement as Dylan's fat dick twitched and throbbed in his hands. In his mind, Ms Redhart had let Dylan take her top off, using his mouth. Her large boobs bounced out and she winked to him. The three upperclassmen girls kept kissing and cooing in the bunny's ears. Soon, the dragoness was to one side of his stiff dick, licking at it with a long tongue. On the other side, Mrs. Mills, the cow teacher, had joined in. She was also completely naked, pushing her enormous boobs against his shaft, also beginning to lick and kiss at his dick. Dylan fapped and stroked his enormous shaft, his toes curling as he humped upwards into his hand. His head moved back and he shut his eyes, bit his lip, and groaned. 
 
He kept stroking and day dreaming about his naked teachers and his peeping fantasy, his face growing red. After a good 10 minutes of masturbating, his balls sloshed around some as his orgasm built up. Right now, there was nothing stopping him, no one watching him, and no one to embarrass him. So with a series of loud gasps and groans, he came. 
 
He came so much. Hot, white bunny cum spurted from his fat tip, splattering the headboard behind him, as well as making a massive mess all over his face and chest. Dylan didn't care, though, he let his cock spray his seed wherever it felt necessary as his perverted thoughts drove him to keep fapping, one hand massaging his balls. 
 
One minute passed, and Dylan finally stopped ejaculating. He opened up his eyes after wiping his own cum off of his face and glanced around. His cock was softening up, but still swollen out to 20 inches. His entire torso was covered in semen, and his pillows and headboard was soaked. He gulped and slowly got to his feet. He didn't know if any of his family members had tried to knock or enter his room, but if they heard his moans and groans, they'd probably know what he was up to. He looked to his messy bed sheets and back over his messy body, cock hanging uselessly in between his legs. 
 
Dylan hobbled his way to the bathroom, as he now needed to shower.