Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Lab Rabbit

Chapter 1: Teacher's Aide

It was a usual Wednesday for the school, with nothing particularly unusual happening. Ms Redhart's freshmen class were starting to pack up and head off to the cafeteria for lunch. As they were all doing so, the dragoness teacher spoke up. "Don't forget that tomorrow we'll be going over lab safety and protocol, so be sure to read the rubric I handed out! I'll provide you all with the equipment you need, so there's no need to worry about having to buy it yourselves. Class dismissed," She told the class, watching them all start to walk out. 

Her eye moved over to a specific group of friends, eyeing each of them over some. In the group of Cindy, the smart and adorable nerdy mouse girl, Cutie, an equally cute bunny girl, and Dylan, the tall bunny boy. Ms Redhart couldn't help but smile a little bit as she scanned him over. Before the three of them could leave, she turned her head to the group. "By the way, Dylan, can you stay here for a minute? I gotta ask you a favor," She suggested nonchalantly. 

It didn't seem that any of the three were bothered by this. The male bunny merely nodded, waving his friends off. "Oh, sure thing, Ms Redhart. You two go ahead, I'll catch up with you later," He said. Once the two girls walked off, talking to each other, the teacher turned her full attention to him, smiling in a friendly manner at him. 

"I won't keep you too long. I'll cut right to the chase and say that you've been doing excellently in my class, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to be my assistant for my senior class, if you don't mind," She said casually. 

Dylan knew he was getting very good grades in science, and his ears perked up at the thought of helping out as an assistant. "Oh, I'd love to! But uh, I have a math quiz after lunch," The bunny replied. 

Ms Redhart merely waved a hand idly, as she shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'll let Professor Zhu know, and she'll let you take the quiz at another time, I promise," She said, her grin growing in a warm manner. 

The bunny nodded eagerly, smiling in the same fashion. "Sounds fine with me, then! When should I arrive?" He asked.

"Stop by after lunch period is over. You won't have to do too much, don't worry," She reassures, adjusting papers idly as she spoke.

"Alright then. I'll see you after lunch, Ms Redhart," He says, stepping out of the room and waving. 

"I'll see you too!" She called back, watching the bunny leave. Once she figured he was out of earshot, she licked her lips a little, closing her door. "Oh trust me, I'll see you..." 

At the lunch table with his two other friends, Dylan spoke about getting to be Ms Redhart's assistant for a class. 
Cutie rolled her eyes, laughing a bit to herself. "What a giant nerd. Don't let bein' a teacher's pet make you too big for your britches," She started, peering under the table and nudging her foot against his crotch. Dylan squirmed and brushed her foot away, making Cutie laugh again. "Of course, it's too late for that," She teased, sticking her tongue out. 

"Ooh, I think it's cool! Not only do you get to be a teacher's aide, but you also get to see material we won't see for another three years!" Cindy squeaked out excitedly. 

Dylan nodded and smiled at her. "Yeah, plus I get to skip math," He joked. "I do wonder what her class will be on." 

"Uuugh, you two are giant nerds!" Cutie teased, giggling some as she sipped at some water. "You're lucky to have someone as cool as me be around," the pink haired bunny continued. The other two laughed with her some as they continued their meal.

Eventually, lunch period ended, and the freshmen class went back to their classes. While most of them went off to do a math quiz, Dylan separated himself from the group to head off back to Ms Redhart's science class. Since other classes were trading around as well, a senior class would be heading in the same direction as the bunny's. He continued into the class, where he was greeted by his teacher, who was standing at the whiteboard. She turned her head and smiled brightly, her eyes widening as well. "Ah, hello again, Dylan! Just stand beside my desk and we'll start once everyone's here." She said. 

The bunny nodded and leaned against the wall near her desk. He got a quick glance over the students as they filed in. Very few took notice of the freshman in the class, merely holding conversations with each other. The ones who did see him looked somewhat confused, but quickly looked away. If Dylan looked closely at their faces, he could see them suppressing a weird look. It looked like... a grin? One particular student made the bunny freeze in place, his grip tightening around his arms, unable to look away. This one student also took notice at him, slowing to a halt. 

It was Rebel. She was giving the bunny a very hard stare as well. Despite the fact that neither one of them shared a word with each other, Dylan felt like he could read her mind. Rebel had a look on her face of, "why are you here?" The only comforting thought that the bunny had was that with Ms Redhart near him, she wouldn't dare to try anything on him. Luckily, that was the case, but before she sat down in the back of the class, her face softened a bit. Not in a friendly manner, but in more of an intrigued manner. The bunny's heart thumped quickly in his chest, thankful to have avoided another one-sided wrestling match with the shark girl. 

Before Dylan had a chance to calm his nerves, the teacher placed her hand on his shoulder, making him jump in surprise. His fear quickly subsided, naturally, looking over at her. Ms Redhart as she reached back to close the door. She was grinning quite a bit, even flushing some. Soon, she spoke up to the senior class. "Okay class, quiet down! This here is Dylan, and he'll be helping me out with the class for today," She called to the class. Dylan grinned sheepishly as he waved his hand some. 

"Hey..." He said rather shyly. The faces of the seniors ranged from minor confusion to great amusement, a few girls in the back whispering and giggling like crazy. One of the guys up front sat up a little more straight in his seat, seeming to pay more attention. The bunny peeked over to where Rebel was sitting. She was looking down at the desk, uninterested in what was happening. 

"As you all know, yesterday, I said we'd be starting the new unit, which pertained to a very special area of science. That is of course, reproduction and the reproductive systems," She stated in an important tone. Dylan's ears flopped a bit as his eyes widened. He quickly glanced up at her, almost in disbelief. He turned his head again to see the whiteboard, his face burning bright as his heart started to thump loudly. On the board in large blue letters, Ms Redhart had written, "The Male Reproductive System". 

"Oh crap..." The bunny thought to himself, feeling himself sweat a little as he slowly turned back to the front of the class. At this point, a few more students were suddenly very interested to see what would happen next. Dylan did not share their enthusiasm. 

Ms Redhart continued on, saying, "Today's chapter will be about..." She moved closer to Dylan, who stood just a few inches shorter than her. She gripped the hem of his shirt and began to lift it off of him. "The male body!" Naturally, Dylan resisted, but he was no match for the dragon's leverage and quickness. Soon, he stood shirtless, his face turning a slight pink. At this, a couple students laughed quietly, some watching in silent interest. One student even let out a low whistle. The bunny's body wasn't that impressive, just slim and fuzzy. Dylan turned to look at Rebel again, and was shocked to see that she had pulled her phone up, recording the entire session. 

Now, in Dylan's opinion, there was no need for a high school senior class to be learning about the reproductive system. Heck, he was a freshman and even he knew about it! From the looks of it, though, none of them were objecting to the show one bit. The teacher took no notice of the whistle or the camera, and continued on. "Now, the male body, after it reaches puberty, will go through some obvious changes. Growth spurts, voice cracks, and acne. Of course, puberty happens to show that the body is ready to go through sexual maturity. An individual will start to show more interests in sexual endeavors, which is completely normal," She explained. As she said this, she started to lean down and place her hands on his pants, staring to undo them. Dylan blushed more and gasped, squirming some. He knew what he had on underneath, and he did not want these seniors to see, let alone his teacher!

"Dylan, please quit squirming," Ms Redhart added in, not stopping her action. The bunny shivered some, but stopped squirming some, letting her unzip and unbutton his pants, and slowly pull them down past his ankles, stepping out of them instinctively as she pulled them away from him. The bunny shut his eyes as he prepared for the consequences. 

Sure enough, the moment his briefs were visible, the entire class started to laugh, and quite loudly too. Dylan didn't want to open his eyes right away, feeling too embarrassed to do anything more than stand there. He knew the class would laugh at him, of course, since he was wearing a pair of white briefs with a blue waistband, and printed all over the briefs were silly, colorful clown heads, and much like the class in front of the bunny, they were all smiling widely with open mouths, as if also laughing at him. 

Dylan felt his stomach tense up a bit as he opened his eyes slowly. He looked upon his teacher, who was covering her mouth with her hand, trying to be polite. It was quite obvious that she too was very amused by his choice of underwear. The bunny gulped and turned his attention to the front once more, catching a glance at everyone's hysterical faces before peering down in a shameful manner as he displayed himself. The bunny couldn't help but feel his bulge twitch, excited from the attention.

Soon, he heard Ms Redhart clear her throat, her face quite red as well. "Ahem, now now class, quiet down! While our assistant's... fashion choices are amusing, the class has to continue," She said, letting them all quiet to gentle giggling. "Now, regardless of what the boy wears, they all share the common sign of male arousal: the erection," Ms Redhart stated, pushing her hand firmly around the boy's bulge, making him gasp out. He turned to look, at her, getting a nice big view of her cleavage from his position. He already felt his erection start to grow, which started to show through his clown underwear. It seemed to form into her hand easily, making the bunny bite his lip and the teacher eye it with interest. "Mmf... as you can see, our subject is already hard as a... stone?" She trailed off, now curious. 

The rest of the class was starting to laugh a bit louder again, moving closer so they could get a good look. For Dylan, this whole scene was way too humiliating for him. His throat was closed up, so he could barely make a sound above a gasp or a moan. However, while Ms Redhart was expecting him to be 7 inches at most, his cock kept swelling up and stretching out. Whenever she'd think it would stop, it'd keep growing! The embarrassment mixed with the sensation of being touched by his hot teacher started to fog the bunny's brain. At this point, the dragon's hand could no longer wrap completely around his dick, in which she quickly let go, stepping back. "Oh my goodness..!" She gasped, stepping back a couple of steps, staring intently. 

The class was starting to look more surprised too, their laughs now being mixed with gasps of surprise, interest, and even arousal. 

"Oh my god, he's still going?!" 

"Clown boy's hung like a stud!" 

"How does he lug that thing around?" 

"I'm just wondering how he hasn't ripped out of those undies yet!" 

Inch by inch, the bunny felt his cock grow and expand, stretching his briefs more and more. At one point, the bunny managed to moan out the words, "D-don't look..." No one seemed to hear him. 

Finally, his cock grew to it's full mast of 20 inches. His fat balls hung below, cradled by the clowny fabric. As the class talked to each other, even catcalling the hung bunny, Ms Redhart stayed silent, staring in awe. As Dylan turned to look at her desperately, he hoped she'd feel embarrassed with him and hand him back his clothes. 

Unfortunately for Dylan, the teacher's expression grew more lewd, her smile widening as she kept looking him over. "Well... it seems we have a very special specimen today, class," She spoke up. This time, she did not have to silence her class. They hushed up as soon as she began talking. "Of course, cock size varies between different people, but someone this large is well... quite special!" She said, gripping his cock once more and starting to gently stroke off the bunny. 

Naturally, he began to moan out, moving his hand up to cover his mouth to stifle it. As pre oozed out the swollen tip, she used her other hand to rub over it, smearing the pre into the fabric. "Now, what our bunny friend is emitting from his tip right now is called pre-ejaculate, or pre-cum. This acts as a natural lubricant," She informed. As Dylan moaned into his hand, blushing a deep crimson hue, Ms Redhart spoke up again. Her voice was a lot more seductive now, as if she were speaking directly to the bunny, yet talking loud enough for the class to hear. 

"Aww... don't be so ashamed, Dylan. After all, masturbation is very normal and quite healthy for boys to do," She cooed. "Just let it all out." The bunny lowered his hand, gasping loudly and continuing to moan out, louder this time. The class was now circled all around him, watching with wide gazes and grins. Some let out noises of impressed interest, while a few more continued to laugh. Rebel kept recording with her phone, her own face sporting a wicked smile. 

"Of course, the goal of bringing pleasure to the penis, aside from making the boy happy, is to bring about an orgasm, or as you kids call it, 'cumming'," She said, winking. The bunny gulped as the class giggled. "Of course, it's wise to remove yourself of your bottoms before you do so, otherwise you'd have yourself a mess to clean up," She continued, letting go of the thick bunny dick and grasping his underwear waistband. "Especially for a boy like this one. He's bound to make a very large mess," Ms Redhart purred. 

Dylan watched with wide eyes as she tugged his briefs down very slowly. Eventually, once she got them down to about his knees, his cock flopped out wildly, splattering pre all over himself and the floor and hitting himself with his own dick. He yelped out a little, letting Ms Redhart bend down and pull the briefs off of his body. He now stood there nude and erect. 

The teacher reached towards her desk and pulled some measuring tape off the top, stretching it out with both hands. "Let's see... our specimen in particular is..." She held it up against his throbbing member, giggling as she saw the results. "Twenty inches tall!" She wrapped it around afterwards, licking her lips as she eyed his cock. "Four inches around..." After that, she moved to his balls, stretching it out. "Oooh! 9 inches in diameter! You're quite the special bunny," She teased, setting the measuring tape down. The bunny nodded meekly, feeling a bit woozy from being so aroused in front of lots of students. 

The bunny began to hallucinate slightly, due to his fogged up mind. As he looked at Ms Redhart, her clothes seemed to fade away, leaving her in some utterly skimpy black lingerie. Her curves were perfect, her boobs enormous in her black bra. As he looked at her thick thighs, he noticed a growing wet spot growing in her panties. He grinned dumbly, unable to do much else but stand there and be oogled at. 

At this point, Ms Redhart gently held one of the bunny's nuts in her palm, making him gulp and flinch, biting his lip. He began to drool a little as well as she fondled him. "The balls are responsible for making sperm, which help with reproduction. Sperm is a sex cell found only in boys, and comes out through the penis and out the tip. As the boy orgasms, or 'cums', he ejaculates semen. To get someone pregnant, he'd have to do this in a willing female, but that's certainly no trouble, I assume," She teased, giggling with the class at her little joke. Even through his semi-deluded mind, Dylan wondered why buxom women loved to have fun with him. 

"Of course," the dragon continued, "To avoid making an enormous mess, we'll need the proper equipment." She soon stepped away from Dylan, who wavered a bit on the spot. His erection did not go down, instead opting to constantly leak a fountain of pre-cum. While Dylan wasn't too aware of it, the class saw their teacher go behind her desk, reaching into a drawer. She was digging through various sized condoms, setting aside ones that would obviously be too little. After some searching, she pulled out a big clear condom in clear packaging. In big red letters, it read the words, "SUPER MAGNUM XXXL SIZE GAG CONDOM." A few students laughed some more upon seeing it, 

Dylan turning his attention over to her. To him, she was strutting at him in her underwear, licking her lips and eyeing him like a big piece of meat as she waggled the package at him. In reality, of course, she was still teaching. "Now, while sex can be fun, it's also important to be safe during it. Unless you fully trust your partner, condoms are a must. They prevent unwanted pregnancies, STDs, and in our case, a large mess for the custodians later," She said, unwrapping the condom. "It's as the old saying goes: 'Don't be silly, wrap that willy!'" Students giggled upon her using the word 'willy' to describe a penis, but Dylan had a different, and unwilling, reaction, His cock spasmed wildly, making the bunny groan out some. 

"Oh, we'd better hurry! His balls look very full," Ms Redhart teased, making students laugh some more. They watched as their teacher unrolled the giant condom over Dylan's massive length. It seemed to be a perfect fit, shaping to his form nicely. The very tip of it was starting to fill with pre, the bunny stumbling on his feet some. "Now, watch carefully class. If the boy and his penis is stimulated enough, he will climax," She said, starting to rub his shaft again with both hands. 

It would only take about ten seconds before the bunny's breathing picked up, his face turned a deep red, his eyes shut tight, and his teeth clenched. Ms Redhart let go of the boy and watched with the rest of the class. The boy's cock twitched and throbbed and spasmed like crazy before erupting into a volcano of cum. Dylan's mouth hung open, his tongue drooling onto his chest. The class let out amused noises, the teacher watching with a dirty smile. 

Rebel was still recording all of it, of course, catching the moment that the bunny began to fill up the condom. As more and more cum flowed into the tip, it started to weigh it down, pulling it off of his shaft. His orgasm lasted a good minute, the cock limping downwards, still swollen, but weighed down by the semen filled condom hanging around his tip. Before it could slip off and splatter everywhere, however, Ms Redhart caught the condom and tied the end off like a balloon. The bunny panted heavily, eyes rolled back a bit as his dick hung between his legs, having spent his load. The class applauded and laughed some, the teacher lifting up the condom in her hands like a garbage bag. His seed sloshed around in it as she giggled. 

"And that, class, is the basics of the male reproductive system! Before you head to your next class, make sure you thank our assistant for being so helpful!" Ms Redhart cooed, moving to her desk to set the filled condom behind it. 

As students filed out, multiple students would pat the exhausted bunny on the back, give him a wave and a whistle, and similar actions. Lots of girls and guys would walk by and wink, blowing Dylan a kiss or doing the 'hook-me-up' sign with their hand. At one point, two jock looking guys walked by and laughed at him, doing a jerk off motion with their hand to make fun of him. Rebel was the last one out. She wasn't making any eye contact, instead being glued to her phone, texting someone. No doubt sending the video to her friends. As she passed, she still wouldn't look up, but did utter one word to him. "Pervert." 

Dylan's mind cleared up a bit as he stood there awkwardly, watching them all leave. He turned to Ms Redhart, starting to say something. However, he was soon interrupted by her planting a big kiss on his cheek. This dazed him for a second, making his spent cock twitch some. "Thank you so much for helping me out! You were such a big help, I think I'll have to ask you for your assistance again in the future," She cooed with a wink. The boy felt his cheek where she had kissed him, feeling a lipstick mark there. He flushed more as she handed him his clothes.

"Here are your pants, your shirt..." She stifled a laugh and tossed his briefs. "Your underpants," She snickered in amusement. "Now run along, Dyl-Dyl! I believe you have one class left," She said, watching the bunny quickly clothe himself with a half lidded gaze.

Before he left the class, he turned his head a little, murmuring only one word shyly. "...b-bye." 

Ms Redhart didn't mind, merely waving at him as he ran off to gym. She then turned to the filled condom behind her desk, nudging it gently with a foot. "Hm... how do I sneak you out?" 

As Dylan hurried to gym, he tried his best to wipe the lipstick mark off, with not much luck other than getting a bit of red on his hand. He felt humiliated, but also somewhat relieved, due to having just cum. The whole scene was very erotic to him, and turned him on greatly, even if he felt very embarrassed. 

Along with many other things, he did make one mental note of something important he learned. He'd have to make sure to buy a big stock of those XXXL gag condoms for future use.

Chapter 2: Science Project Experiment

 Dylan stumbled his way to the gym after being set free by his science teacher. Since the senior class had elsewhere to be, they didn't follow or pursue him. As he reached his freshman class, he joined with his two friends, Cutie and Cindy. Their eyes widened a bit as they saw the bunny, sporting a fresh lipstick mark on his cheek. "Looks like someone was a good assistant!" Cutie joked, poking his cheek gently with her finger. 

 The male bunny flushed and tried to wipe his face with his hand, but the mark barely smudged. "Hah, yeah... she was quite happy to have me, that's for sure," He said, trailing off some. He felt his knees wobble a bit as he remembered what just happened. Dylan turned to Cindy as they all walked in. 

 "You're lucky, honestly! Do you think if I asked, she'd let me be her assistant?" The mouse asked innocently. Dylan flushed deeply and cleared his throat, heading towards the boys' locker room. 

 "Erm... s-sure! Her lessons do tend to get very... involved, as you know," He said vaguely, quickly ducking in to the washroom. Cindy beamed at his answer, walking into the girls' locker room with Cutie, who promptly swatted playfully at her bottom, making Cindy jump and squeak out. 

 "Nerd!" She laughed. 

 Soon, the freshmen class were gathered up outside. Coach Ashton had them all go through various physical challenges and activities. Going through each student one at a time, he'd time and grade them all based on how they did. He pointed to Dylan to start with, who stepped forward with a bit of a gulp. 

 While Dylan was certainly not the athletic type, he was quite fast, managing to run a couple of laps in very little time. Being a rabbit, his jumping was also quite good. Squats weren't a problem, either, but he had less success with push-ups and pull-ups. After the entire challenge, the Coach let the bunny go and sit on the bleachers to rest. Breathing heavily, Dylan nodded and moved over to the bleachers to sit as Coach pointed to another student to time. 

 Dylan reclined a bit on the bleachers, watching the other students go on with the assignment. Soon, as he shifted around, he felt his shirt snag on something. Since the bleacher were metal, he assumed that this kind of thing was normal and moved his hand back to move his shirt, he felt something... no, someone grip his fingers. With a sudden yelp, he was pulled into the bleachers, feeling more hands grip his shirt, as well as the waist of his pants. One voice whispered up to him. Upon hearing how familiar it sounded, his ears perked and his eyes widened. 

 "Come behind the bleachers, Dylly-Willy. Don't scream for help and don't run, or we'll rip your clothes off right here," The voice whispered harshly. Dylan gulped and merely let out a bit of a scared whisper back. 

 "F-fine," He replied simply. In saying that, the hands retracted from his body. The bunny sighed and shook his head, slowly sliding and standing up, heading to the back of the bleachers. He turned his head back towards the group, hoping someone would notice him and wonder why he was walking behind the bleachers. This thought was put to rest immediately, as he saw the coach and a few other students surround another student, who was laying on the ground. Apparently, he passed out from lack of oxygen, at least from the looks of it. Dylan had no time to dwell on this now, however, as he had to keep walking. 

 Soon, he made his way to the back of the bleachers, hidden among the shadows. He glared up at the group the best he could, seeing the face of Sal and his posse of bullies. All of them were grinning quite a bit. Mikey, the lemur, was the only one who seemed to be hiding something behind his back, however. Everyone else had their hands visible in some sense. 
 
 "Been awhile since we last saw ya, Dylly-Willy! You're not avoiding us, are ya?" Sal asked, looking him over some. As usual, all of them were wearing black hoodies. 

 Dylan merely shook his head. He felt somewhat relieved that they hadn't resorted to tricking and gagging him, this time. "N-no, Sal," He said, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers. The raccoon grinned and shook his own head. 

 "Yeah, I bet. Anyways, all we wanna do is ask ya a favor. A small one, so don't get too nervous," He said with a laugh. Sal then turned his head to Mikey and jerked his head at the bunny. With that, the lemur pulled out what looked like a pair of ear buds connected to a phone. Dylan tilted his head as he eyed it. It certainly didn't seem out of the ordinary in any way. 

 "What did you guys have in mind?" The bunny asked cautiously. The squirrel boy chimed in, grinning in a bit of a wicked manner as he stared up Dylan. 

 "Sal here's got a science project due, and he asked us to help him out. 'Course, while we could certainly come up with somethin', we needed someone willing to test out his project," He explained. 

 "That's where you come in, bun bun," The hyena continued, pointing a finger at him. He was looking over Dylan as well, licking his lips as he leaned against the back of the bleachers. Soon, Mikey handed Dylan the phone, putting the ear buds in each of his long ears. 

 "Stand still a sec, Dylly..." Mikey murmured to himself. Once he got them in, Dylan stood there rather awkwardly, looking between them. 

 "...so uh, what's supposed to happen?" Dylan asked in a confused tone. Mikey fidgeted with the phone for a little as Sal answered him. 

 "Well, my project has somethin' to do with music, and how it can 'subconsciously' control people. With the help of my friends, we made a song that could change the way someone thinks," He answered, grinning widely. "Have fun being our guinea pig, Dylly-Willy."

 Dylan began to object, flushing and starting to reach up to pull the ear buds out. "O-okay, I see where this is going, and it's not gonna hap-" Dylan was soon cut off as the lemur turned the song on. In almost an instant, it froze Dylan, who slowly lowered his hands to his hips. 

 The song itself sounded electronic, various pitches played in sync with each other as a consistent beat played underneath the tone. Just describing it made it sound like it would be a boring melody, but from the look on Dylan's face, it was quite relaxing. His face softened up and he seemed to slowly turn into deep thought. It almost felt like waves rushing over his body as the pitch changed slowly from a low key all the way up to a high key. Dylan sighed in content as his body relaxed. 

 The bunny had closed his eyes to enjoy the weird sounds of the 'music', the group watching him and biding their time. After a minute or so, Sal leaned over to Mikey. "How long before we can give him commands?" He whispered. 

 "Shouldn't be too much longer. He already seems to be coming under our commands," The lemur replied, looking at the rabbit. Dylan's whole body felt wonderful, as if he were floating in mid-air. At that moment, while Dylan wouldn't feel any different, the music seemed to change in how it sounded. The beat of the music picked up in tempo, and the melody of the music became a bit more entrancing, almost like dance music. The rest of the music seemed to pile on, adding on to the whole experience. His body shivered a bit, as if it were ready to fall backwards in peace. 

 In that moment, Mikey nodded at Sal, who began to walk towards the bunny. The raccoon raised an eyebrow, looking upon the contented and oblivious boy. Leaning forward, he uttered a single command to get his attention. "Eyes open," Sal muttered. 

 In Dylan's mind, as the music played, a soothing voice that was neither male nor female spoke aloud to him in his mind. "Eyes open," It told him. Offering no resistance and keeping a relaxed smile on his face, the bunny's eyes fluttered open. Despite the fact that he looked awake, his consciousness was still in his own mind, surrounded by a multitude of colors and abstract shapes. His eyes appeared glazed over as he stared forward at the group of boys, who all looked to each other, proud of their work. 

 Sal grinned and turned back the rest of his group. "So far, so good! Now, let's see how far we can take this," He added, turning back to the bunny. "Now... dance for us, Dylly-Willy." 

 In his mind, Dylan heard the soothing voice echo once more in his thoughts. "Dance for us," It seemed to encourage. Of course, he would oblige, starting to shake his hips to the beat of the music he was listening to.

 The way he danced was unlike any sort of move the bunny could do. In fact, he was quite awkward when it came to dancing in the first place. However, the beats and rhythms of the music seemed to control how he moved himself. He rotated his body in a erotic fashion, moving in arms in a rather sensual way as they ran up and down his body. He shook his behind to the rest of the group, who enjoyed their show. They snickered and even whistled at him as he continued on. 

 "Not bad, Dylly-Willy! Why not make this a striptease while you're at it, huh? Make it more fun for all of us?" He asked in a commanding tone, the raccoon feeling the bulge grow in his baggy pants with one hand. 

 "Take off your clothes for me," The soothing voice echoed to Dylan. Offering no resistance, the bunny merely nodded in a dazed fashion, reaching his hands down to his shirt. As he gyrated his hips, he started to pull his shirt up and above his head, soon taking it off of his body and twirling it around his hand for a bit before tossing it to the boys. The boys whistled and hooted at the bunny in between their laughs. The squirrel caught his shirt and giggled a little as he admired the shirtless bunny with the rest of them. 

 Of course, this was only the beginning, as while Dylan shook his rear at them, he pulled his hands to his pants and started to slowly and teasingly wiggle them down his body. Eventually, they got low enough to where the fell downwards on their own. He kicked his jeans off and soon stood in nothing but his clown patterned briefs. This caused an uproarious laughter among the group as they watched him dance in his silly underwear. 

 "Haha! Dylly-Willy's wearing silly clown underpants!" The orca laughed, pointing a large finger at him, sporting a fat bulge in his pants. 

 "Hehehe! Only the funniest briefs for the funniest bunny!" The squirrel giggled, also pointing a finger, his pants sporting a smaller, yet still noticeable, bulge. 

 The hyena remained quiet, but he was watching with wide eyes, licking his lips as he fondled his own erection through his pants with both hands. 

 As Mikey laughed, he recorded the entire dance scene with his phone, looking up at Sal. "What do you think, Sal?" He asked curiously. 

 Sal remained silent for a bit as well, watching as the bunny gyrated forward once more. He had his hands behind his head and was bouncing his hips forward, making his fat bulge bounce in his briefs. The bulge started to grow and grow, making his usual massive tent. As it grew, the boys whistled and hooted at him some more, Dylan responding with nothing more than an oblivious wink and kissy faces. 

 Eventually, Sal spoke up as the bunny bucked forward. "Boys... I think ya know what time it is..." He began. The others turned to him and grinned widely. As they all turned back at the dancing Dylan, they all began to chant one phrase, over and over again.

 "Pee your undies! Pee your undies! Pee your undies!" They continued.

 Dylan danced away, the chants seeming to melt into his subconscious a little. This would be the first time he hesitated, his bucking slowing down a bit as a wet spot formed at his swollen tip. However, the voice cooed into his brain as the chants repeated at him. "You're such a hot little dancer, bunny. Why not take a... bathroom break?" It said. 

 For the first time since he put on the ear buds, Dylan spoke up to the voice. In his mind, he said the words, "Sounds good to me." However, out loud and in front of the entire group of bullies, his voice sounded very... silly. Dylan was now speaking in an over-the-top cutesy voice. Too the group of bullies, he said, "Mmh..! Dywwy-Wiwwy's gotta wee-wee!" He gasped out, staring down at his own fat erection and groaning out loudly. In an instant, as the boys hollered in laughter, the bunny began to wet himself. It streamed through the fabric a bit, but also trickled down his enormous shaft and to his balls, pooling there a little before dripping to the ground below. He left an enormous wet spot in his clown underwear, unaware of the humiliating situation he was putting himself through.

 "Yeah, that's right, Dylly-Willy! Wee-wee in your silly undies!" Sal laughed. 

 "Bwahaha! Oh man, I can't stop laughing at this!" The orca laughed loudly. 

 "Oh, it ain't over yet, Billy!" Mikey stated, keeping his phone pointed at the urinating bunny. Once he was finished, the bunny panted heavily, rubbing his own fluffy chest. 

 In his mind, Dylan heard himself say, "I-I think I'm... c-close..." In a very soft, lustful, yet shy voice. Out loud to the group, he would gasp loudly, "Oooh..! My biiig balls are sooo full of cream!"

 The boys continued to double over in laughter, Sal peering up at the slutty bunny. At this point, Dylan was shaking his hips back and forth, making his fat erection bounce around in his wet underwear, his balls doing the same. They sloshed around lewdly, splattering the ground with more urine. 

 "Whaddya say, boys? Should we let him?" Sal asked. With a unanimous nod from everyone else, Sal turned to Dylan and grinned. "What are you waitin' for then, Dylly-Willy? Cum for all of us!" He urged. 

 The voice arrived once more, cooing into Dylan's ears gently. "Release it all, bunny. You will feel so much better..." 

 Dylan's breathing picked up and he nodded, gulping and drooling some. "Y-yeah..! Guh-gunna... c-cum!" He gasped out to the voice. Out loud, the boys heard him squeal, "Gah! B-bunny-wunny's gonna cummy-wummy!" He threw his head back and his massive cock twitched heavily. With a loud squealing moan, enormous, globby ropes of bunny cum spurted from his fat tip, through his clown underpants, and onto the ground below. Of course, some of the seed would splatter down his fat dick, much like his pee from earlier. 

 The bullies were quite pleased, laughing and cheering as Dylan came himself for them without even having to touch himself. After the immense orgasm ended after a minute and a half, the immense pleasure died down with it. Mikey reached forward and tugged the ear buds out of the bunny's ears. This quickly seemed to bring him back to reality, shaking his head as if he had just woken up. 

 "Bwuh... w-what the... what happened? Last time I remembered you put ear buds in my ears and..." He glanced at the bullies, who were all laughing and pointing at him. He peered downwards at himself and blushed deeply as he shouted out. "Gahh! O-oh no!" He gasped, trying to cover his enormous, wet bulge with both hands in a futile manner to hide some shame. Once he saw Mikey's phone recording him, he quickly looked away, pushing his hand in the way the best he could. 

 "First Dylly-Willy dances for us..." The squirrel began, giggling. 

 "Then he takes off his clothes, showing us his silly clowns!" The hyena laughed, still stroking his bulge. 

 "Dylly-Willy then wets himself, letting us watch!" The orca guffawed, stroking at his own fat bulge with one hand. 

 "Then, for the great finale, Dylly-Willy cums himself loudly and proudly!" Mikey finished, stopping his recording and putting the phone away. He tossed Sal his own phone back, who quickly pocketed it. 

 "And we got the whole thing recorded too, so you can't say that we did anythin' to you," Sal finished evilly, tossing his clothes into the ground. "Thanks for the easy A, bunnykins. Try not to make too big of a mess as you go back into the school," He said as he and the rest of the group walked off, laughing loudly with each other. 

 The bunny felt even more humiliated than before as he wiggled his shirt on. They were technically right, too. All they did was make him listen to music. He was the one who made a giant mess and dance around like a fool. Dylan's face burned a beet red as he wiggled his bulge, making sure to drip as much of the mess off as he could. He didn't want to ruin his pants, either. 

 After getting dressed, he peered out from under the bleachers. He saw everyone was already half way inside the gym. He gulped and slid along the bleachers, deciding to sneak in so he wouldn't bring attention to himself. 

 Fortunately, he succeeded, as he managed to avoid contact with everyone else as he slid quickly into the locker room. He hid in the usual stall, deciding to do some extra clean up in private. As he did so, however, he heard giggling come from the girls' locker room. At this point, he knew better than to peek in there anymore, but the laughter was loud enough for him to notice without having to look. He blinked and finished up, though he had no idea why. The growing pit in his stomach gave him an idea, however. 

 As he left, he saw gaggles of freshmen girls leave the locker room, talking among each other, breaking into fits of loud giggles. Dylan scratched his head before turning it. There, leaning against the wall, he saw Rebel, who made him flinch. She merely nodded her head and gave a wink, saying nothing. Dylan got a grim look on his face, aware of what she had done. She had shown others the video of him in Ms Redhart's science room. 

 He hurried out of the school, avoiding contact with everyone once more. Once he made it outside to where all the cars were, he saw his mom's, already filed in with his brothers. He quickly ducked inside and shut the door, almost ducking under the window. Dylan didn't have much luck, however, as he was quite tall. His mom quickly spoke up as he hopped in. "There you are! Took you a little while. What was the hold up?" She asked curiously as she began to drive. 

 The bunny merely gulped and stammered some. "Uh... had to... check on a homework assignment with a teacher," He lied. 

 Roger, his oldest brother, let out a bit of a laugh, murmuring to Roger, "I bet." The two stifled their laughs some as Dylan flushed more. Had they seen the video too? He imagined so, since his sister was friends with Rebel, and Melissa loved to share Dylan's humiliation with her siblings. He slumped in the seat a bit. 

 He felt his phone buzz and he looked at it. It was a text from Cutie. It read, "Hey, what happened to u? tried to catch up with u after our gym shit, but we couldn't find u. what gives, Dyl?" 

 Dylan hid his phone the best he could and texted back, "Long story. I'll tell you when I'm in private." 

Chapter 3: Lab Safety  

After the humiliating day yesterday, Dylan was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't being pestered about his body or choice of clothing. In fact, everyone seemed to go about their usual business. The only people who seemed to tease him about anything were the usual suspects. The senior class that he was naked in front of gave a few chuckles and even pointed at him as he passed them by. He saw the group of bullies off in the distance at one point, one of them making fun of him by making the wanking hand signal, followed by laughter by the whole group. The bunny brushed them off and quickly head to his first class of the day. Hopefully, today would be different for him. After a horrible day yesterday, maybe he'd be able to catch a break. At least, that's what he thought to himself.

Dylan felt his face flush a bit as he stepped into his science class, feeling the eyes of his teacher gaze at him in a sultry manner. He felt a bit awkward, trying to avoid eye contact with her for the most part. He sat in his spot, near his two friends. Cutie, at one point, turned to face Dylan to whisper, "Ms Redhart is staring at you a lot. Wonder why," She said, giving a sly grin. Dylan merely shrugged, pretending to not know why. Inside the classroom, there were a few beakers, as well as other lab equipment, and a huge box of goggles on the front desk. Dylan felt a bit of excitement. He had forgotten that today, they would all get to experience what it would be like working in a laboratory.  

"Hello again, class," Ms Redhart started, getting everyone's attention. "As you can see, I have set up a few stations for all of you today to help teach you all about lab safety." Everyone looked to each other, looking around some. "Before I let you all split into groups and find assign you your stations, I will go over standard protocol for working in this type of environment," She continued on. Ms Redhart went into detail about lab goggles, and how they should always be worn at any time. She told rules of what to use in what situation, and to never breath fumes directly. Many students jotted her lesson down, keeping a record for future tests and quizzes.  

After about 15 minutes of going over everything, Ms Redhart began passing goggles around. The only people who seemed to have problems with them were those who wore glasses, Cindy especially. She raised her hand and gulped. "Uh... these won't fit over my glasses, Ms Redhart," She said nervously. The teacher dug through the box and gathered a slightly larger pair, trading them with Cindy so she could fit them on better. Thankfully they did, though just barely. Through the goggles and the glasses, Dylan though that Cindy's eyes looked five times larger.  

Once the goggles were distributed to the class, Ms Redhart spoke up. "Okay, go ahead and get into groups of three. Once you all do that, I will assign you to a station. Do not worry about what you are all handling. I assure you it is completely safe," She explained, letting everyone choose their partners. Naturally, Cutie, Cindy, and Dylan grouped up. Once everyone else had done the same, the dragoness began to move each group to a station. For the most part, they were all set up in the same fashion: one large beaker, a hotplate, flasks, and clamps. As for the substances themselves, they all appeared to be different colors.

The three friends grouped around their set, looking at their chemical mixtures. The liquid in the beaker appeared to be water, yet on the side, it had a long chemical named written out. None of them had any clue what it actually was, but they read their instructions that Ms Redhart gave them for their station. Cindy read them aloud to the other two.

"Begin by placing the beaker carefully on the center of the hotplate, turning the hotplate up to medium temperature," Cindy read. As she did, Cutie did so, gingerly placing the beaker on the plate and turning the heat up. After that, she continued on. "While the beaker heats up, take the two flasks and slowly pour the catalyst (the clear liquid) into the second flask of blue liquid. This should create a bright pink," Cindy said. Dylan gently held both flasks in each hand, slowly tipping the clear catalyst in with the other flask. As soon as it began to trickle into the flask, the chemical quickly turned a bright pink.  

As Dylan began to swirl them around, the other two watched for a split second before going back to the instruction sheet. "Okay, next we remove the beaker from the hotplate," Cutie said, letting Cindy let go of the paper so she could get a pair of clamps. With slightly shaky hands, the mouse managed to grip the beaker and slowly set it away from the plate, which she turned off once she removed the beaker. "Now, hold the flask with the smaller pair of clamps and SLOWLY pour the chemical into the beaker," Cutie continued reading.  

Dylan reached for the smaller clamps, setting down the empty flask in the process. As he did, he gripped the full flask of pink liquid with the clamps, moving slowly towards the beaker. All three of them watched closely as the bunny slowly tipped the flask, gently pouring the pink in with the heated clear chemical. As soon as the flask's chemical touched with the beaker's contents, a green color began to fill in, replacing the clear. All three of them were quite impressed with what was going on, admiring the color change.

Ms Redhart, in the meantime, was walking around, checking on each group to see how far they were. She came across the two girls and boy, smirking to herself as they reached the final step. As Dylan poured the catalyst water into the beaker, she began to sneak closer to the three of them. Without making her presence known prior to them, she would fake a very loud sneeze. "Ah-CHOO!" She sneezed out, making the three of them, as well as some other students, jump in surprise. That way, there'd be some attention on what was going to happen next.  

The reason why was because as soon as Dylan reacted, his hand flinched as well, accidentally spilling the rest of the flask quickly into the beaker. As he did, foam seemed to rise to the top, like a soda can that had been shook. Due to him also spilling it rather suddenly, it would cause a bit of a splash. Large bubbles formed and popped, also causing more splashes to the three of them. They covered their faces a bit, which thankfully didn't get hit. However, it did manage to cover the entire fronts of their clothing.  

Before any of them could ask what had happened, a reaction began to occur. A gentle, yet audible, sizzling noise was heard and the three quickly realized what had happened. "Is that... our clothes?!" Cutie exclaimed, peeking down and gasping. The other two yelped in realization too, because she was right. The green chemical seemed to be eating away at their clothing, slowly stripping the entire front where they were splashed.  

"Eep! Oh my god, it is!" Cindy squeaked, trying to keep her clothes together, but with no luck. Dylan gulped and tried to wipe the liquid off, but didn't seem to do any good as more and more of their bodies became on display.  

Ms Redhart watched for a bit as the three panicked. Soon, their whole fronts were stripped, and since there was nothing keeping the rest in place, the backs of their clothes began to fall. As many students started to show interest towards what was happening, however, the teacher quickly ushered them all out of the class. "Quickly! All of you out in the hall! I have to help take care of this!" She said, hiding a little smile as she quickly removed everyone. Just as she did, the three of them were soon standing in the remaining threads of their clothes, only dressed in their underwear.  

"...well, at least we're alone now," Dylan said, blushing and feeling his cheeks grow warm as he stood in red and white, pokeball patterned briefs. His bulge twitched a bit, reaching down to try and hide it with his hands.  

"Mmh... I can't believe we-we're naked..!" Cindy squeaked, squirming and squeezing her eyes tight, also blushing a dark pink. Her arms flung over her body, trying to hide her matching Princess Peach panties and training bra.  

"G-good job, Dylan..! Now what're we going to do?" Cutie replied harshly, standing in pink Hanes panties and a matching bra, filled out nicely with her breasts. She, like the other two, was trying to hide her exposure, blushing hotly as she looked to the other bunny.  

"Hey, this isn't entirely my fault!" Dylan replied, looking back at her.  

"No, it's mine," Came a fourth voice. Ms Redhart was standing in front of the three, arms crossed, but eyeing each one of them with a longing gaze, licking her lips. "I see Dyl-dyl isn't the only one who wears such... childish underpants," She continued, winking at Cindy. She squeaked in reply, looking away to hide her blushing face.  

"You just wanted to see us in our underwear?" Cutie   retorted, looking at her teacher in embarrassment. "Also, how did you know Dylan wore dumb briefs like that?"  

Ms Redhart grinned and giggled, leaning over Cutie and eyeing her over some. "Let's just say that he helped me in more ways than one... but since you asked, I've wanted to teach a special lesson to the three of you. Mostly involving what one should do in the event of a chemical accident. Like yours," She cooed, stepping away.  

The three looked to each other, confused, before Dylan spoke up. "Uh... w-what is it?" He asked cautiously. Ms Redhart moved them by pushing the three of them gently by their butts, even tugging at their waistbands to tease them.  

"This way, if you please. And Dyl, try to not get too hard, even though these two are quite adorable in their underpants," She giggled, kissing his head. Dylan gulped and looked to the others. She was right in saying they were quite cute in their undies, especially when they were embarrassed. His over-sized bunny prick began to bulge out into his hands more.  

In a few short seconds, the teacher had lead the half naked students to a side room. On the door said, "SHOWER ROOM: USE FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY". Once she opened the door and pushed them in, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it. "Now, all of you, strip naked for me. I'll hold onto the remains of your clothes for you while you all huddle under a shower head and turn it on," She explained, grinning widely as she stared at her humiliated students.  

"R-right now?! With you watching?" Cindy squealed out, still trying to hide herself.  

"Uh... w-we feel fine, actually!" Cutie laughed, feeling more and more uncomfortable.  

"Yeah, w-we can just borrow some lab-" Dylan began, before he was cut off by Ms Redhart.  

"The three of you WILL strip and shower, or else I'll remove your clothes for you," She stated strictly. This quickly shut the three of them up, as they slowly began to remove their underwear. Cutie handed her underwear and goggles off first, hiding her breasts with her arms and quickly moving to the shower head. "Hmm, I somehow knew you wore pink, Cutie Patootie," Ms Redhart cooed, giggling at her. Cutie responded by mumbling something in embarrassment.  

Dylan handed his briefs and goggles off next, to which she held up and giggled, waving them at him. "You'll have to tell me where you get these, Dyl-dyl. How can such a silly pair of briefs fit such a huge hog like yours?" She giggled, spotting his cock slowly rising in his hands. Before it could fully poke out, he hurried over beside of Cutie.  

Cindy was, of course, last, shaking in humiliation as she sniffled and handed her teacher the goggles and underwear, running off with a squeal as she tried to hide her body, though neglecting her behind. Of course, Ms Redhart would hurry to say to her, "How can such a big fat tush fit in such tiny, delicate panties like these?" She giggled, folding the underwear over her arms and gripping the three pairs of goggles. She watched as the three huddled under a shower head, Dylan moving his arm to turn it on.

In no time, the hard, cold water would wash over the three of them, making them exclaim and squirm underneath. "Eeeeep! S-so coooold!" Cindy cried out, clinging to Dylan. The temperature of the water made Dylan's length start to soften up, hanging in between his legs rather than stand upright.  

"Gah! M-my nipples, ow!" Cutie exclaimed, hiding her breasts and shutting her eyes as the water hit her.

"Don't worry about the strength of the water. It's supposed to be like that. Now make sure you three wash everywhere," She exclaimed, licking her lips and inching a hand underneath her skirt idly. The three began to rinse their bodies off, shaking and squirming the whole way through. While this was happening, Ms Redhart gently touched her covered pussy with a finger tip, admiring the way Cindy jiggled her fat rump, the way Cutie desperately tried to hide her naked body in the water, and especially the way Dylan rubbed and washed his body, his length hanging in between his legs and shaking to his body.  

After a few minutes, Ms Redhart pulled her finger away from her crotch, feeling the moisture of her panties seep through onto her finger. She lapped her finger and giggled, removing herself from the door and moving closer to the naked students. "Okay, that's enough," She said, quickly turning the water off. She looked to the dripping wet, naked, cold students and grinned. "Can't have you get too comfortable being naked around each other," She teased. The dragoness reached into a closet and pulled out three towels, tossing one to each of them. "Dry yourselves off, and wait for me," She stated, walking away with their underwear.  

Instead of asking anything, the three quickly began to dry themselves off. They had seen each other naked before, but it was still so humiliating to be naked in front of your teacher. "I hope none of the class saw us," Dylan said, muffled through the towel.  

"If-If they did, we'll never hear the end of it..!" Cindy gasped, wrapping herself with the towel, shaking.  

"We'll have to pretend like this didn't happen," Cutie responded, also having done the same with her own towel. "We do not repeat to anyone else what happened, got it?" The other two nodded, Dylan wrapping the towel around his waist, bulging it out generously.  

Soon, Ms Redhart returned inside the shower room, holding their underwear, but no goggles. Instead, she had three large lab coats. She handed off their clothes and a lab coat, saying, "Be sure to return these to me by tomorrow. I'm certain the three of you will not come to school naked, although I wouldn't complain," She said, winking and laughing. She watched them all hobble into their underwear and wiggle on the lab coats, which were thankfully long enough to hide their crotches. "For now, the three of you may leave, and I hope you learned quite a bit from our lesson," She giggled, gently patting their butts as they left.  

Humiliated, the three began to speed walk towards the gym, ignoring the eyes of the other classmates, who were waiting in the hall. A couple of them whispered to each other, though none of them could hear what they were saying. Instead, the three talked to each other in whispers.  

"Yeah, I learned my lesson," Cutie began. "Stand back when your labmate is pouring chemicals," She huffed.  

"C'mon now," Dylan said, glancing at her. "I'm sorry, okay? Didn't know all that was going to happen."  

"Ms Redhart saw us nude..!" Cindy gasped quietly. "I hope she doesn't use that to blackmail us..!"

"N-no, she wouldn't!" Dylan replied. "Let's go, at least we have spare clothes in the gym locker rooms," He said, hurrying with the others to find real clothes.