Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Part 9

Princess Dylan

It was a sunny Sunday morning, with everyone just now waking up and getting about to doing whatever it is they felt like doing, taking in the beautiful day before they all inevitably had to go back to work or school the next day. The bunny family was no different, as everyone was just now starting to stir and wake up. Dylan, in particular, was the last one in the house to wake up and go about his day. Like usual, he would hobble his way to his bathroom, doing his best to ignore his aching morning wood. While in the shower, the bunny boy would be careful not to handle his oversized shaft or balls too much, knowing that the mess he would make in doing so would most likely take too long to clean up, not to mention that it would probably clog up the drain.

Instead, Dylan finished up his shower as usual, letting his erection slowly soften up to it's flaccid state, which still hung to about mid-thigh. After blow-drying his fur, the bunny stepped out into his room, only covered in a fluffy green towel. Dylan reached for his underwear drawer, ready to get himself dressed for the day. To his horror, his underwear drawer was empty. While he was expecting one of his brothers to come in and coerce him into wearing something silly, he would instead look closer inside of his drawer to make see if there was anything left inside. After a few seconds, he did manage to find a single pair of briefs, but the sight of which ones they were only made his eyes widen even more.

Hidden way in the back of his drawers was the pair of Hello Kitty briefs that his sister had made for him on his first day of school. In disbelief, he held them up with both hands, examining them closely with his face burning bright red. The fabric itself was light pink, with the trim and waistband being a darker shade of pink. On the rear of the pair was the Sanrio mascot herself, sitting underneath big, bubbly, hot pink letters that read "Hello Kitty!", which was surrounded in little cupcakes and ice cream cones. On the crotch of the briefs was Hello Kitty's face, winking up at him. Dylan huffed, knowing that this was a subtle way of mocking him. The pair was still in perfect condition, albeit slightly wrinkled, because he had put effort into not wearing these whatsoever.

Dylan knew that there was no way that he had exhausted his entire collection of briefs already, and that this was a ploy from his siblings to try and get him to wear the most humiliating pair of underwear they could think of. Gripping the embarrassing underoos in his grip, he hurried out of his room, quickly peeking around to make sure none of his siblings were around. He knew that if one of them were to catch him in a towel, they'd pull it off of him. Even worse, if they saw him with Hello Kitty undies, they'd force him to wear them right there. Fortunately for him, there seemed to be no one around at the time being. The almost naked bunny hurried along, heading straight for the laundry room. He had a feeling that one of his siblings had managed to take his entire underwear stash and put them into a hamper of dirty clothes.

Once he had made it to the laundry room, he noticed his mother closing the lid to the machine. What made this situation awkward, however, was the fact that she was standing there in nothing but her own fruit patterned underwear. Unaware of Dylan's presence, she was shaking her rear, humming to herself. The male bunny blushed even harder and looked away, trying to keep his oversized shaft from acting up. Wanting to get this over with, he started talking to her. "Uh, hey mom? I think most of my underwear got put into the dirty clothes on accident. Can I have them back?"

Sharie turned her head, blinking at her almost nude son. She was barely fazed by their states of undress, and instead turned around. "Oh, Dylly! I'm so sorry, but I've just finished putting in everyone's undies in the washing machine. It'll be awhile before they're done." She explained, tilting her head in confusion and concern. "Are you completely out of underpants?" The mother bunny would ask gently.

The male bunny fiddled with the pair in his hand, looking even more bashful as he looked down. "Well... not exactly..." He began quietly.

At this, Sharie looked even more confused, idly adjusting her bra, making her large bosom bounce some. Dylan tried not to stare as she did. "Not exactly? I don't understand."

Dylan gulped and held up the Hello Kitty briefs, looking even more embarrassed. "All that I have are these, and I don't want-" He was cut off as he held them up, as Sharie began to beam and giggle.

"Oh, I remember those! Melissa made those especially for you, Dylly Willy! She worked awfully hard on them, you know," She cooed fondly. Dylan eyed over the pair once more, making a grimace as his ears folded back.

'She worked hard alright... on making them as stupid looking as possible!' The boy thought to himself.

The momma bunny continued on, leaning against the washing machine and looking at him. "I'm honestly surprised that you haven't worn those earlier. After all, you are a huge fan of Hello Kitty, right?" She asked. Dylan looked even more embarrassed, shifting his feet around.

"...a little, but aren't briefs taking it a bit too far?" He asked. He certainly was a fan of Hello Kitty, as well as a lot of other cutesy stuff. He knew that wearing underwear with said cute stuff on them, however, was a one-way ticket to getting bullied. Sharie didn't seem to care, though.

"Oh, Dylly, stop complaining! Those undies are adorable, and I know that they'll look absolutely perfect on you. Now go ahead and put them on!" She said, watching him closely. Without even needing to ask, the humiliated bunny knew that she was expecting him to put on the briefs right in front of her, right this instant.

Rather than try to argue, he figured getting over his embarrassment as soon as possible would be the easiest route of action. Dylan unwrapped his towel, letting his mother reach out and take it from him. "I still have towels to do, so I'm gonna go ahead and hold onto this for you," She'd explain. Dylan's ears folded, knowing that he'd had to walk back to his room with nothing to hide his Sanrio shame. The bunny slowly stepped into his new girly undies, tugging them up his hips and bubbly butt. Since the embarrassment and shame of wearing such humiliating underwear aroused him somewhat, his dick was starting to harden, albeit very slightly. His mother didn't notice, but he sure did. He snapped the waistband a bit once he got them all the way up. As usual, the undies fit around his bulge perfectly, almost accentuating it as the winking Hello Kitty stretched out comically. His tush would also stretch out the back somewhat, his tail wiggling slightly.

Sharie twirled her finger around, signaling him to turn around so she could see him in all angles. Dylan silently complied, hoping he could go back to his room once this was all over. Once he did, he heard her start to giggle again. "Hehe! It's so cute that you can stay so skinny, but your tushie gets fatter every day!" She teased playfully. Out of instinct, he reached back and held his round bottom, blushing more.

"Moooom..! It's not that big..." He whined.

"Sorry, Dylly Willy," She replied, still grinning as widely as possible. "It's just that they fit you so wonderfully! Now, go on and get dressed, honey bunny. And don't forget to thank your sister for your cute briefs!"

Dylan nodded and shuffled out of the laundry room, using his hands to hide his bulging crotch. Once he reached the hall, he was confronted with the top three people he did not want to meet up with right now: his siblings. Roger, Stevie, and Melissa all stood in the hall, laughing at the half naked bunny as he took the walk of shame back to his bedroom. The bunny froze, squealing out as his hands tried to hide his crotch even more. This didn't stop the teasings from coming, though.

"Well well well! Look who's finally embraced my gift!" Melissa began her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her youngest brother. "I know how much you wuuuuuv Hello Kitty, Dylly, so I thought these would be the best fit for you!"

"Yeah," Roger cut in, reaching around to stroke and feel his brother's tail, which only caused him to freeze and squeal out more. "Now you can wear your biggest crush wherever you go!" He laughed.

"Dylly Willy has a lot of crushes, doesn't he?" Stevie added in, snickering. "I bet he still jerks off to Smurfette too!" He laughed.

"Or Minnie Mouse!" Roger joked.

"Definitely Princess Peach," Melissa added.

"Can't forget Amy Rose!"

"Or Tawna Bandicoot!"

"And Hercules..."

"Bugs Bunny..."

"Lola Bunny..."

"Plus the Animaniacs!" They finally finished, laughing hard at their brother's embarrassment. He felt as if he would rather melt into a puddle than deal with anymore teasing. What was worse was that they were entirely correct in their assumptions, as his crotch was bulge outwards more and more, twitching and stretching out his briefs more and more. His hands could barely even hide it, which only amused his siblings even more.

"Guess Dylly Willy is a bigger pervert than we thought!" Roger added, giving a nice hard slap to his fat butt. Dylan yelped out and quickly shuffled off to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. They didn't go after him, but they all did enjoy the scene by giggling about it. After a bit, Roger thought aloud, "Hmm... maybe we should go make some briefs for our bro, too!"

"Oh I love that idea! Let's go find ma," Stevie replied, the two older brothers going off to the laundry room. Melissa stayed behind, a finger to her lips as a thought formed in her head. With her youngest brother now wearing a deliberately girly pair of briefs, this was the perfect opportunity to get him into a funny, humiliating situation. With a wicked grin, she pulled out her phone and started texting her friend, Rebel.

"yo rebel, in the mood for some fun?" She'd text, starting to head to her room.

Meanwhile, in his room, Dylan stood in front of the mirror, blushing a bright pink. He was still in his undies, looking over his body. His bulge was still nice and noticeable, the thoughts of being picked on with his fictional crushes. His dick twitched a little as well, though he was doing his best to ignore it. He knew that the list of cartoon characters he had a crush on was much longer than the one that his siblings gave him, but it would be a cold day in Hell before he gave that information away willingly.

Another matter that was concerning him was his large bottom. While his legs were nice and toned, he had no idea how his butt could have gotten so large. He had also let his hair grown out some, but that was mostly his own choice. He wasn't a fan of haircuts, and he thought his short hair didn't look that great. He was looking more and more feminine with each passing week, it seemed. He was still visibly male, though, if you didn't count his oversized bunny cock.

As he got dressed, he began to decide what he felt like doing today. Wanting to take advantage of the warm, sunny day, he decided to put on shorts and a t-shirt, wanting to walk around and use Pokemon Go. After using the restroom and waiting for the hallway to be clear, the bunny moved to the hall, to the living room and then outside. "I'll be walking around, mom, be back later!" He called before leaving.

"Okay, Dylly Willy!" She called back from the sewing room. Currently, she was showing her two oldest sons how to properly sew and design a pattern. Melissa, meanwhile, grinned as she texted her shark friend from her room.

"Oh perfect..." She said to herself, her tongue hanging out of her lips as she texted hurriedly to Rebel.

Outside, Dylan was enjoying the pleasant day. While he would occasionally look to his phone for nearby pokemon, he would also look around and take in the environment. He remained conscious of cars and others walking around, since there were quite a few people walking around outside. They also wanted to take in the sunshine, it seemed.

After a few minutes, he headed off in a different direction, which was not as crowded as the previous sidewalks have been. While walking around, he noticed that there was a Gastly hanging around in an alleyway. Dylan shrugged, walking off in that direction. Once inside the somewhat dark alley, he managed to successfully catch the pokemon he was looking for. Briefly, he lowered his phone to take in his surroundings. He couldn't do much to look around, however, as his eyes immediately fell upon a figure who stood about a yard away, who was eyeing him over with malicious intent. It was none other than Rebel.

Dylan froze in place, their eye contact not breaking for a good long while. Without saying a word or changing expressions, the bunny turned on his heel and started to speed walk out of the alley. Naturally, he wouldn't make it far before he was pulled back in by his pants, with Rebel growling out, "C'mere!" With a loud yelp, the bunny accidentally dropped his phone as he was pinned to the wall. Despite being just a few inches taller, Rebel was incredibly strong and managed to keep him against the brick wall, a few inches up in the air so they could make better eye contact.

Despite the fact that Dylan was clearly frightened about what she might do to him, Rebel had a nice big smile on her face, and not a friendly one either. "Thought I'd find you around here," She began, keeping her voice low so that anyone that happened to be around wouldn't be able to hear. "Don't try to scream, or things will just get worse," She threatened, her grip tightening on his shirt. Dylan's response was to quickly nod in compliance.

"Good. Now let me talk and don't interrupt," She continued on. "Melissa told me you're wearing something quite special, and that she knew I'd be quite interested." Rebel said, grinning wider. Dylan gulped and felt himself squirm instinctively. She had to be talking about his underwear, no question. "However, despite the fact I could easily rip your clothes off and look for myself, I figured it wouldn't be fun enough. Instead, I've decided to share my fun with a few of my friends." Before the bunny could figure out what she meant, she gave a sharp whistle, making him flinch.

Soon, two more girls stepped from the shadows, moving on either side of the shark girl, surrounding him a circle. To his right was a familiar looking fox girl with a nice hourglass figure, who was giggling like a madwoman, eyeing him up as if he were a huge piece of meat. "Oooh, my! What a wonderful catch you've decided to share with us, Missus Rebel!" She giggled, licking her lips and feeling up the bunny's stomach. Her voice was high pitched, almost maniacal.

To his left was another familiar figure, a tall, rather chubby, buff, polar bear girl. Her expression was more neutral, looking down at him with a rather unreadable, almost eerie, expression. "Geez, Felicia, it's just a bunny. Calm yourself," She stated simply, her voice a lot deeper and cooler than the fox's. It didn't take long for him to realize that he had seen these girls before... though the locker room's peephole, before he got caught! Apparently, Rebel did know these two girls.

Still too scared to say anything, all Dylan could do was change his gaze from the cool headed polar bear, to the crazy fox girl who looked ready to eat him up, to the muscular shark girl who had a perfect plan in mind for the bunny. It would be Rebel who spoke up next. "Say hi to Felicia and Martha. They're gonna help me get you all prettied up," She chuckled, Felicia joining in with a somewhat crazy giggle of her own. Martha said nothing and didn't laugh, continuing to stare at him neutrally.

The bunny finally managed to find his voice, which cracked a little due to being nervous. "Prettied up? W-what do you mean?" He asked cautiously. In an instant, the two other girls pulled up two different containers. Felicia held up a large suitcase, most likely filled with clothes. Martha, on the other hand, was holding up a makeup kit, which she opened up to show off the color palette, the brushes, the pencils, and the mirrors. Dylan's ears dropped as his eyes widened. "Oh no..." He managed to murmur out.

"Oh yes," Rebel said, slowly setting him to his feet, but keeping her grip on his clothes. "Before we do that, though, let's get you ready to doll up!" She exclaimed, immediately pulling his shirt off of him, showing off his slim torso. Rebel merely tossed the shirt into the nearest dumpster, ignoring the bunny's yelp as he blushed. The fox giggled more, eyeing him up even more, her tail wagging like crazy behind her. If it weren't for the tail, Dylan would've though that Felicia was a hyena, due to how much she laughed.

Before he knew it, Rebel yanked down his shorts, letting them hang to his ankle as he stood there, frozen in fear and embarrassment. At this point, Felicia exploded with laughter, doubling over onto her knees, pointing at him, the whole nine yards. Rebel was laughing as well, though she kept her arms crossed, keeping a close eye on him so he wouldn't try to run away or pull his shorts back up. Martha's expression changed marginally, in that she cocked one of her eyebrows up, her eyes looking over his choice in underpants.

"Wow. I thought Melissa would be joking when she said you were wearing Hello Kitty briefs but... wow," Rebel laughed, shaking her head.

Martha stared at his body for a long time, not saying anything. After a few seconds, she'd peer into Dylan's eyes and say, "Are you sure you're a teenager? Those look like something from the little girls' section of a clothing store." The embarrassment of her statement made him look away in shame. Even though he didn't want to get aroused by this situation, his bulging briefs were telling a different story. As Hello Kitty got stretched out by Dylan's growing tent, Felicia laughed harder, speaking in between laughs.

"Hahaha! What a sissy! Bwahaha! He's getting hard from standing in his teeny, tiny, briefies! You're lucky you're so goddamn adorable, bunnykins!" She cooed, suddenly clinging to his hips, her snout almost touching his underwear bulge. "Not to mention hung! Mmfh... I haven't had bunny meat in awhile... this one in particular makes a big, juicy, sausage!" She let her mouth hang open, her tongue hanging out and drooling some as she began to playfully nibble at his cotton covered tip. This made the bunny squeal and gasp, trying to push himself away, but since his back was against the wall, he had nowhere to go. At this, she pulled away from him, laughing like crazy. "Ewww, lookie! He's leaking!" She laughed.

Sure enough, his tip was already starting to ooze precum, which Rebel began to tease him about. "Gross. Good girls don't make a mess in their undies," She began, looking to the polar bear girl. "Martha, may I?" She said, extending an open palm, as if waiting for an object. Without needing to be asked twice, the polar bear used one hand to reach down to her jeans, quickly undoing her belt and pulling it out of the belt loops in one motion. She then put the belt into Rebel's open palm, who then held it with both hands, snapping it suddenly, making Dylan flinch.

"This is the only thing that'll fit your disgusting hog, so just stand still," She growled to him, pushing her hands and the belt into the waistband of his underwear. He let out gasps and yelps and moans as she manhandled his shaft, squirming due to the slight discomfort of the cool metal and leather. The shark girl had tightened up the belt around the base of his dick, giving the belt a good tug. "There. That oughta keep ya from making a mess," She'd stay, stepping back, taking Dylan's shorts with her, which he stepped out of.

Once she wiped her hands off with his bottoms, she tossed those into the dumpster, joining his shirt. "Now then... Felicia, get an outfit together." In an instant, the fox got to her knees, opening up the suitcase and rapidly rummaging through it.

"Hmmmm... goth? Nah... maybe that? No no no, too flamboyant! Something cuter... something like... ah-hah!" She murmured, talking wildly to herself. Soon, she pulled out a rather skimpy outfit for the bunny to wear. In her hands she held a lacy, ruffled pink skirt, that looked way too short and was translucent, a pair of ruffled pink gloves, a pair of knee high white socks, a set of heart shaped pasties, and a tiara. "I got it! How about we go for a rrrregal look?" She cackled, rolling her r's in a hammy manner.

Before the bunny could roll his eyes at this, Felicia zoomed up to him, quickly wrapping the skirt around his hips and letting it daintily flutter down. Even with his massive underwear tent, the skirt would do nothing to hide anything. As she giggled, she planted a kiss on his cock, almost purring some as she reached for the next accessory. All Dylan could do was stand there and let this girl dress him up as she occasionally molested his balls, or rubbed his shaft, or tried to nibble at his fur. He knew better than to try and resist, especially since this girl was clearly bonkers.

It wouldn't take long, however, for her to completely finish dressing him. Well, 'dressing' would be used quite lightly, as he still felt incredibly naked, but now felt even more ridiculous as well. Besides the skirt, she also pulled the gloves onto his hands, which went up to his elbows. The socks would go up to his knees easily as well. The pasties felt weird on his nipples, and it didn't help that to help them stick, Felicia would lick the backs of them and smoosh them against his chest. He was also adorned in various rings, bracelets, an anklet, and a necklace. She put the tiara on him last, giggling madly as she admired her work. "Ta-dah! One princess, ready to find her true love's first kiss!" She cackled, not wasting time in pushing herself into him, one hand squeezing and fondling his dick and balls, the other squishing and groping his tail and ass.

As she did, she'd push her face against his, starting to make out with him in a rough, dominant manner. To Dylan, it felt like this girl's tongue was extremely long, swirling and suckling and tugging at his own as she groaned into his mouth. Due to her groping, the bunny princess couldn't help but moan as well, his Hello Kitty undies twitching desperately in her hand.

After a few seconds, the girl would suddenly be pulled off of him by an annoyed Rebel, holding her by the neck of her own shirt. "Damn, easy girl! You did a great job, but you don't gotta assault our little princess like that."

"Yeah, I still have my work to do," Martha added in suddenly, opening her makeup kit once more, moving closer to the girly bunny. "Just sit still, okay? Getting slapped in the balls hurts a lot less than mascara in the eye," She explained, getting a brush ready. In Dylan's opinion, he did not share that sentiment, but let her begin her work. She sat down on the ground, pulling him down so that he sat on his knees. "Don't want to ruin your cute new clothes, after all," She'd say.

Martha did her work in a professional manner, but took her time, almost saying nothing save for a few simple instructions like "pucker your lips" and "close your eyes". Rebel was patient, but Felicia was not, squirming and trying to wriggle out of Rebel's grasp, wanting to have some more fun with the princess. As for Dylan, he remained silent, following along. With how coolly Martha spoke, he had no idea what she was actually capable of.

After a little bit of time, she finally finished, holding his hand daintily and pulling him up, as if he were really a princess. The three girls eyed him over for a bit. Felicia giggled and smiled, her tail waggling, though she was still being held in the air by the shark girl, who grinned and nodded. As for Martha, she finally cracked a small grin to him. "Perfect."

"Excellent! Look at how adorable she is!" Rebel teased, still holding the obsessive fox in her hand.

"Oh, lookie! She's still hard as a stone!" She giggled, pointing at his erection, which hadn't died down in the slightest. "Such fat bunny balls too!"

Rebel's gaze moved to her right, seeing his phone that he had dropped on the ground earlier. Her wicked grin formed once more as she turned to her crazy fox friend. "Hey, Felicia? Why not gather that phone up for me?" She'd ask, pointing over to it. Her tail stiffened up as her eyes widened, as if she had just come across a vein of gold in a gold mine.

"Oh, yes Missus Rebel!" She cackled, squirming once more. This time, Rebel let her down and she scampered over to the phone, scooping it up and quickly placing it in Rebel's hand, which was outstretched, waiting for it. Once in her hand, she moved the button to Dylan. "Unlock it," She'd command simply, waiting for him to comply. It didn't take long for him to do so, using his thumb, which somehow unlocked his phone even through a cotton glove.

Soon, the shark girl had the camera on his phone ready, pointing the screen right at him so he could use it as a sort of mirror. As Dylan looked over himself, he realized just how well of a job Felicia and Martha did. If it weren't for his enormous boner, there would be nothing else to distinguish him as a guy. His lipstick red lips were perfectly plump, his eyelashes were thick and pretty, his blush just made him look even cuter, and his outfit was embarrassingly cute to match his undies. He felt his face burn hotter, due to just how much of a girl he looked like.

As his cock twitched in his undies, Rebel snapped a picture. "Whoops. Finger slipped," She said in a casual tone.

Dylan gasped and tried to hide his erection, though his efforts were fruitless. Felicia giggled and bounced in place. "Oh my god, she's just soooo cute! Our own widdle princess!" She squealed. "Can we please have some fun with her?"

"Yeah, if she gets anymore pent up, that fat hog of her's will rip those panties right off," Martha said, snorting a bit at her own joke. In Dylan's opinion, he wasn't a fan of being called 'she', or having his briefs called 'panties', but with how he looked currently, he was hardly in a position to argue.

"Seriously?" Rebel began moving his phone so that the back was facing him now. "Gross. Fine, go have fun with Princess Pervert over there. Don't take too long, though, I got homework to do." With that, Felicia hurried over to Dylan, getting on her knees so that she could lap her long tongue against his fat, underwear covered nuts, nibbling at them from time to time. As one hand fondled his nuts, the other stroke the bottom half of his fat cock, making him moan. Martha took her time, meanwhile, standing to his side. Her groping was a lot more gentle, with her hands gently rubbing up and down his hips, occasionally snapping his underwear to make him squeak. One hand in particular would fondle and grope his ass with the palm of her hand, stroking at his tail as well. The other would sometimes reach up and rub the upper half of his dick. As he twitched and squirmed in the girls' grasp, Dylan moaned and gasped, feeling more discomfort due to the tightness of the belt around his dick.

The two continued on for a couple of minutes before Martha reached in and quickly removed the belt from his cock, letting it fall to the ground for the time being. Dylan let out a groan of pleasure, enjoying his newfound 'freedom'. "Guhh... oh god, thank you..." He groaned out, drooling lewdly as his tail twitched. As his tip leaked precum, Martha's hand began to smear and rub it into his undies. As Felicia began to suckle at one of Dylan's balls, she peeked over at Martha, giving a wink as her hands made their way to his waistband. Martha nodded in response, moving both of her hands to his waistband as well.

Even though the bunny princess was slightly confused, he understood their intent almost immediately, due to the fact that the two pulled his briefs down, just enough to let his enormous dick spring free and smack against his face, making him exclaim. He would soon be encourage to suck and kiss at his own tip, however, as both upperclassmen were now standing on either side of him, using one hand each to lift his cock up towards his lips. From how insistent they were, it was clear they weren't going to back down until he went through with it. Dylan closed his lips and smooched at his own cock head, suckling a little bit.

It felt strange to suck at his own dick, especially since he hadn't ever done it before, but he quickly started to enjoy the sensation as he bucked his own hips somewhat. He moaned gently and cutely as he kept lapping and slurping at his cock head, leaving lipstick marks on his own length. The girls watched, Felicia giggling crazily as Martha merely smirked. They gently stroked along the underside of the shaft while squeezing and fondling his large, heavy, cum-filled balls. Felicia had also taken to nibbling on his ear, which only aroused him more.

Dylan almost seemed to forget that Rebel was recording all of this, as in another few minutes, he gasped and groaned out, starting to unleash his seed all over his lips. Granted he managed to swallow a large amount, but there was still plenty that shot out onto his face, his chest, and even splattered on the wall behind him. Both girls managed to avoid being sprayed, but they did enjoy the sight of him cumming as he squirmed and gasped girlishly. His cum dripped and drooled down his massive length, splattering on the floor. Felicia was watching, almost drooling as she stared longingly at his cumming meat. Martha was also quite interested, although Rebel looked as disgusted as ever.

Once he had calmed down a little, his large dick slowly softening up, Rebel moved to the group, handing Felicia his phone. "Do your thing," She'd state before handing it off to her. In a flash, the fox girl was texting and moving her thumbs so fast, Dylan was almost afraid that she'd break his phone. While her fingers were swiftly doing stuff in a blur, Rebel helped clean off Dylan's face with a hand towel she had brought with her before tossing it into the dumpster as well. "So sad you had to ruin your make up, but at least you're still a cute little princess, pervert." She laughed, giving a good slap to his nuts for good measure, making him squeal.

As Martha helped him push his dick back into his Hello Kitty underwear, he tried to peek over at Felicia, who was still texting away. "Is she sending that to all my contacts!?" He exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Duuuh! Gotta show everyone our adorable princess... Dylly Willy~" She teased, winking at him as her tail flicked. He gulped as she mentioned his dumb nickname. Eventually, she would come back, moving in close to the bunny and gently pushing his phone into his underwear, caressing his bulge as she pecked his lips. "I've also put in our numbers so we can check up on ya. By the way, your brothers seem very amused by your outfit!" She giggled turning around and walking off, but not before letting her tail flick against his nose, making him sniff a little.

Martha soon followed her, patting his rump gently. "Thanks for the fun, Princess. See ya later," She'd say simply. Before Rebel joined them, she went up to Dylan to talk to him.

"Be lucky that we didn't do anything extreme to ya today," She began. His eyes widened, due to the fact that he felt as if all of these actions were very extreme. Rebel continued on though, ignoring his facial expression of disbelief. "Try not to get into anymore trouble, Princess," She'd say, turning off to leave with her friends. "Hope everyone else is as amused by your dumb panties as we were!" She'd call back before leaving the alley.

Since Dylan had some time to himself, he gulped, looking over his feminized figure. If he walked outside looking like this, he would definitely get bullied and harassed even more. He turned his attention to the dumpster that Rebel had dumped all of his clothes in, sighing. Without much choice, he moved on over, gently reaching in. He was successful, thankfully, even if his clothes now stank. He hurriedly changed into them, removing the socks, gloves, and tiara from his body and pocketing them, along with his phone after he dug it out of his underwear. He kept the pasties and skirt on underneath. Even though he still had makeup on, he figured if he hurried home, he could get in the shower and wash it away, along with the semen and shame.

It was fortunate that no one seemed to take notice in the weird smelling teen bunny speed walking down the sidewalk. While he walked home, he decided to check his phone to see if Felicia really had sent that video Rebel took to all of his contacts. He wasn't exactly incorrect, but the alternative answer wasn't any better.

What Felicia had done was post the video on a porn site, which was quickly racking up views, likes, and comments. The title of the video was "Bunny Princess With Huge Cock Spunks on Herself". Some of the comments included, "She's so hot!" and "How can one dick make so much cum?" and "Wish she got on her knees to lick it all up smh."

As a final nail in the humiliation cake, Felicia had sent the link to all of his contacts (minus his mother, thankfully). His phone was buzzing and going off, ranging from his siblings making fun of him, to Cutie teasing and asking him how he got into that situation. He hadn't gotten a text from Cindy, although it was left on read. He hoped that the video hadn't made her think that he was cheating on her, but he'd have to check up on her after he got another shower in. The bunny noticed that Felicia did indeed add in all three of them into his phone. Rebel and Martha were added in normally, although the fox had put herself in as "Foxy Lady", along with around 20 different heart emojis. She was definitely crazy.

He finally made it home, although it wasn't that welcoming. His mother was dressed once again, thankfully, and was making lunch in the kitchen. "Welcome back, Dylly Willy!" She greeted, not seeming to notice the snickers from her other kids. She instead sniffed the air, shaking her head. "Phew, you stink, Dyl! Go get a quick shower in before lunch, honey bunny. I can't have you stinking up the kitchen."

Dylan nodded, hurrying off to his room. "Okay, mom," He'd murmur before shutting the door behind him. He sighed and removed every article of clothing from his body, including the princess outfit he had been dressed in earlier, adding it all into his, now empty, hamper. His second shower would be as uneventful as his first, and he stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel once more after having blow dried his fur. Once he opened his underwear drawer, he sighed and groaned out, realizing that it was still empty, save for two pairs of briefs he had never seen before. As he pulled them out to examine them, his heart sank once more as he realized who they were from, due to a sticky note on the crotch of each one. The left one had "From Roger", and the right one had "From Stevie".

The pair in his left hand were white with blue trim, and on the butt of the briefs, in yellow blocked letters were the words "I <3 SMURFETTE", with a little graphic of said character sniffing flowers. On the crotch was the same character, except she was looking to the front, blowing a kiss as a little heart fluttered nearby. He huffed, feeling his rod stir under his towel.

The pair in his right hand was also a white pair of briefs, but the trim and waistband was red instead. Patterned all over the pair was an even mixture of Bugs and Lola Bunny's face. Printed on the butt of the briefs were the words "BUNNY BOY".

Dylan sighed as he looked between the two pairs, unsure of which poison to pick from. All he knew was that the rest of his day would involve a lot more bullying...