Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Tighty-Whitie Challenge

Chapter 1: The Eight Pack

 Sharie Bunbury, more often known as "Mom" to her kids, had just returned home from her errands, and had begun putting the food away in the fridge. Her mind wandered a bit as she began to think about think about the man in the store who flirted with her. While she was quite flattered, and with him being quite handsome, it surprised her a little bit as she turned down his offer for a date. After all, she was aware of what would usually happen after each date, and it's why she's a single mother of four children.

 Still, she loves and adores her kids to death, and would absolutely do anything for them. That's why after she put the food away, she would go over to the other bags, which would contain the other items from the other part of the store she went into. Magazines, toilet paper, fabric, blankets, and other similar items. Sharie reached into the bag and pulled out something else. She looked over it some, sighing a little. "Well, he is growing up," She said to herself, beginning to head into the hall, carrying the thing she took out of the bag. "I doubt he wants to wear such silly underwear all the time, anyways." 

 At this point, she had made it to the door of Dylan's room, using one hand to open the door and slowly peek in. "Hey Dylly, you in here?" She'd begin. 

 The male bunny was reclining on his bed, reading through a book when his mom had stepped through. Dylan looked up at her and replied, "Oh heya, Mom. Need something?" 

 She shook her head and stepped inside a bit more. "Well, not exactly. See, I got you something today, and I think you'd appreciate it," She continued, holding up the package she removed from her bag. Dylan's eyes widened some, but he was also somewhat confused. 

 It was an eight pack of plain, white briefs. While Dylan certainly appreciated it a lot, he knew that he could never get her to budge about buying plain underwear for him before. So why now? "Uh, well thanks Mom, but uh... can I ask why?" The bunny asked. 

 She gave a soft smile at her son before answering him. "Well, since you're getting older now, I figure you'd prefer to wear something more simple. You are in high school after all," She went on. "I'll need to wash these first, but you can wear these once they're done. On one condition though," She said. 

 "What is it?" Dylan asked her, rather curious as to what she'd say. What would be the circumstance he'd have to do to wear underwear?

 Sharie replied to him, saying, "You must keep them in top condition. No rips, tears, anything like that. I know about your uh... well..." She said, moving the hair out of her eyes awkwardly, not wanting to bring up his engorged length. With how Dylan gave an embarrassed look, though, he understood what she meant. "...so you have eight pairs in total, and if you can keep at least one in good shape by the end of the week, I'll hand make some special tighty whities for you." 

 Dylan smiled a little and nodded. "W-well, thank you Mom. I'll be sure to keep them nice and tear-free," He would say, making his mom smile and giggle some. 

 "Glad to hear. I'll leave you be for now, Dylly-Willy," She'd coo, stepping out of his room and shutting the door behind her. Sharie walked down the hall and into the washroom. From behind a slightly open door, another bunny was peering his eye out so he could listen in to the conversation across the hall. Stevie quickly shut his door and snickered to himself, pulling out his phone to text the other older siblings of the house. He had a bit of a plan to have some fun with Dylan. 

 Awhile later, Dylan would be in the shower, cleaning himself off. His mom would drop off a load of clothes on his bed, eight clean pairs of tighty-whities resting on top of t-shirts and shorts. In the back, one little slit would be cut through, so that his cotton tail wouldn't be confined in his briefs uncomfortably. 

 The bunny left the bathroom after drying himself off and blow drying his hair and fur. All he would have around his waist was a towel to hide his groin. Dylan looked at the bed and smiled a bit, seeing the clean clothes waiting for him. He walked on over and let his towel drop. He then lifted up a single pair of briefs, stretching them gently in his fingers as he eyed them. Pristine and white, ready to be tried on. Dylan peered down to his crotch, seeing his flaccid, yet still quite big, length hanging in between his legs. He didn't know just how well these briefs were going to fit, but he wanted to at least try them on.

 Dylan lowered them to his feet, stepping into them and slowly pulling them upwards. He tucked his package into his undies and waggled his tail so that it went through the slit in the back. With one final tug, he snapped the waistband and looked over himself. In all honesty, despite how large his bulge was, they still managed to stretch and fit themselves to the bunny's body rather perfectly! They felt quite thin, but Dylan had no complaints about his new underwear. 

 Dylan looked at himself in his full body mirror for a little. Naturally, he was quite slender and tall, but he couldn't help but look over himself in his new "mature" underwear. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time he ever looked at himself and he wasn't wearing undies with bunnies, stars, pumpkins, apples, or cartoon characters on them. He beamed and even posed a little. "Heh... I think I can do this..! One week is no big deal," He said to himself, feeling his bulge twitch some. 

 He peeked down and bit his lip, remembering his fat dick, ready to spring out if it got too hard. "Hah... better be careful though," He said to himself quietly. At that moment, he heard his phone buzz. The half naked bunny turned and saw that his girl-friend, Cindy, had sent him a text. He held his phone and read what it was. 

 "how's it going?" it read. 

 Dylan began to text her back, standing in the middle of his room. "Just chillin, wearing some new briefs my mom got." 

 After a few seconds, his phone buzzed again. "can I see? >/////<" Cindy had sent to him. 

 Dylan smiled a little and chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head, feeling his tighty-whities stretch outwards a little. Regardless, the bunny pulled up his camera on his phone and positioned himself in front of the mirror, showing off his body and bulge some. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it with the caption, "How do I look?" 

 After another short pause, Cindy had sent, "OMGG!! they look so nice! 0/////0"

 Dylan's rod twitched some more, stretching his tighty whities outwards some more, pitching a little bit of a tent. He bit his lip and tried to adjust himself, realizing that these briefs were nowhere near as stretchy as the ones his mom make for him. If he wasn't careful, he was going to rip them! However, a nice picture of his erection stretching out his underwear would impress Cindy, so he pulled his camera up again, looking up into the mirror and getting ready to take another picture.

 There was one thing that he had forgotten, though. He didn't hear anyone open his door, so when the bunny looked back up at the mirror, he let out a yelp as he saw his brother, Stevie, standing right behind him. If getting caught sending nudes wasn't embarrassing enough, Stevie would also grab a hold of the waistband, giving Dylan a nice, hard wedgie. This made him squeal out at the sudden pain of it. To make matters even worse, Dylan heard loud rips as the cheap pair of briefs began to tear from the wedgie. 

 The bunny's finger slipped and he took a picture of it, also sending it to his girlfriend. The picture was right at the moment the briefs ripped, so his cock was in the shot a bit. Dylan dropped his phone right after he sent it, so he had no idea about it. The bunny just stood there, hands over his naked crotch as Stevie laughed, holding onto the remains of his tighty-whities. 

 "Hah! Sending pics to your girlfriend, Dylly-Willy?" He'd tease, slapping his ass to embarrass him further, making him yelp out loudly. 

 "Gah! Stevie, quit!" Dylan began, blushing a bright red as he glared at his brother. "I can't afford to rip these briefs! And don't you know how to knock?!" He cried out to him, seeing Stevie swoop down and snatch up Dylan's phone. "Hey give that back!" 

 "Oh trust me, I know how to knock," He began, not looking up as he immediately began to rapidly send the pictures Dylan just took to every contact he had (minus his mom, of course). Melissa, Roger, and Cutie would be receiving the pictures, aside from Cindy. "I also know that you're trying to grow out of your funny bunny undies, and we can't have that!" Stevie said, dodging around as Dylan tried to take his phone back. 

 "Dammit, Stevie, give it back!" Dylan huffed, trying to reach for it. In the end, he was successful, but was too late. His eyes widened as he realized that the pictures he just took were sent to the rest of his family and friends. Dylan could hear loud laughter come from his other two siblings, as they apparently read the texts that Stevie had sent from Dylan's phone. As for Cutie, she would send a few texts to him.

 "lol oh wow dude. cute body, though" She had sent to him, which made Dylan's blush grow more. 

 As Stevie walked out of Dylan's room, he'd turn to him and say, "Oh by the way, Mom says dinner is ready. Better hurry, Dylly-Willy," He'd snicker before shutting the door. The naked bunny was hiding his semi-hard cock in his hands, blushing bright red and huffing.

 "Jeez... that's one pair already! I better avoid him from now on," He said, quickly pulling on a second pair of tighty-whities. As he put on his clothes, he'd quickly sent a text to Cutie. 

 "omg I'm so sorry, my bro did that." 

 Cutie quickly replied to him, sending, "lol don't worry, but give me a warning before u send more nudes." 

 Dylan set his phone down and rubbed his head, wondering what she meant by that. The bunny left his room and headed to the kitchen. Once he entered the room, he sat himself in between his siblings, who were grinning at him. He decided to try and avoid their gaze. Thankfully, they didn't say anything to him, as their mom was standing right near them. 

 Their dinner was uneventful, for the most part. They all talked to each other, talking about how their day was, talking about tv shows and movies and other sorts of interests that they had. It wouldn't be until after dinner that there would be a bit of a commotion. 

 Once Dylan finished his dinner, he stood up and moved to put his plate in the sink to rinse it off. What he failed to realize is that he sat in the chair that managed to have a stray nail head sticking out. While it didn't hurt him, it did manage to hook into his waistband some. Since Dylan was wearing some very loose fitting sweat pants, they wouldn't get in the way of the underwear. When Dylan moved away from his chair, his waistband got hung and ripped some. While it didn't seem to rip the whole pair off of him, it was very audible, and the sudden movement made his pants fall as well. 

 As he expected, Melissa, Roger, and Stevie began to snicker as they watched the spectacle unfold before them. "Pff... your undies are caught, Dylly-Willy," Roger said in between his laughs. 

 Dylan's ears folded in embarrassment as he quickly bent down to pull his pants back up and unhook his torn tighty-whities from the nail. "Thanks," He'd grumble. As Dylan finished putting his plate in the sink, he'd peek back again. The others were still quite amused, and he even saw his mom cover her mouth with a hand, but she was still visibly holding back giggles. 

 The bunny headed back into his room to review the damage to his briefs. As he tugged his pants down, he'd realize that the current pair of tighty-whities he was wearing would no longer stay up. They fell off of his rear quite often, even if he just pulled them up. He'd sigh and pull them off, tossing them away with the other shredded remains of his previous pair. He'd go to his underwear drawer and pull out another pair, starting to pull it up. 

 "Two down already. I dunno if these are gonna last six more days," He'd sigh. 

Chapter 2: Spare Undies

 Monday morning, the bunny woke up in his bed. Dylan noticed that his blanket was only covering his massive erection, although that was normal for him. Morning wood was a very common problem for him, but he knew masturbating in the morning would mean a lot of extra time to try and clean up. Instead, he went to his bathroom and splashed water on his face, trying his hardest to make his erection die down. 

 He could remember his dream last night. In it, he was up on stage in front of his entire school, although he had no idea why. Before he knew what was really going on, his mother walked up to him from off stage. She gasped and started reprimanding him for wearing clothes that looked too dirty. Dylan looked over his attire, realizing that his clothes were indeed filthy. In an instant, though, his mother began to pull off every inch of clothing on him, leaving him in his tighty-whities. He stood there, frozen in embarrassment as the whole crowd laughed at him. Dylan tried to hide his growing erection, but it was no use, as everyone could clearly see it, threatening to rip his underwear off. As his briefs ripped clean off of him, he could hear his mom's voice echo throughout his dream. 

 "Looks like you'll have to wear kiddy underwear for the rest of your life, Dylly-Willy!" Her voice boomed. 

 That's all of the dream that Dylan could properly remember, as the rest of it seemed to be a bit of a blur at this point. Fortunately, Dylan's fat cock became flaccid once more. The bunny sighed and stretched a bit, yawning as he walked back into his bedroom. 

 Naturally, the first thing he did was pull out a pair of tighty-whities, starting to pull them up his body. Once he finished that up, he bent over to another drawer, fishing for a t-shirt. Suddenly, he felt two large hands grip his ass, making him jump and yelp out. "Gah! W-who's there?" He yelped out.

 "My my, Dylly-Willy, so jumpy in the mornings, huh?" Said a familiar voice. He recognized it as Roger, and from how he was fiddling with his tail, he didn't like what was going to happen. 

 "C'mon Roger, let go or you're going to rip them!" Dylan said, trying to break free of his brother's grip. 

 "Rip them? There's already a big rip in the back. Right here," He said, reaching a finger into his tail hole to tease him. Before Dylan could explain that the hole was indeed for his tail, Roger used both hands to reach into the tail hole and rip his underwear in two. Loud tears could be heard as Dylan squeaked a bit. 

 "Gah! H-hey stop it!" Dylan cried out, watching as his torn undies fell to his ankles. Roger merely laughed and patted his ass. 

 "Whoops. Sorry, Dylly-Willy," He teased, not sounding apologetic at all. With that, Roger walked out, chuckling to himself. Dylan sighed and reached back into his underwear drawer, pulling out yet another pair of the white briefs. 

 "This isn't going well at all. With my luck, I may rip these before lunch," Dylan sighed. His ears perked up and his eyes lit up a bit as he got an idea. He'd reach back into his drawer and pull out two more pairs, for a total of three. "I dunno how long these will last, but carrying spares around will surely be helpful!" He said, pulling one pair on and stuffing the other two in his backpack.

 Dylan finally finished dressing himself properly, walking down into the kitchen with his bag. His mom peeked over and beamed as he walked down. 

 "Good morning, Dylly-Willy! Have a good night's rest?" She asked cheerfully, making a plate of toast and eggs for him as he sat down. 

 The bunny looked somewhat embarrassed, clearing his throat and answering with a simple, "Yeah, it was fine." He didn't want to admit to his mom the weird dream he had last night, especially since his siblings were there with him at the table. 

 "Good good! Wearing your new undies to school today?" She asked rather innocently. This question made the others laugh to themselves, the half-asleep Melissa even managing a chuckle. Dylan's ears folded as he answered with a mere nod. 

 After breakfast, his mom drove the three rabbit brothers to school, dropping them off with a wave and a kiss on the cheek. Dylan made his way into the hallway of his classes, meeting up with his two friends, Cutie and Cindy. Both of them were talking to each other when he walked up. Once they noticed him, Cindy quickly looked away, blushing a hot pink and fiddling with her skirt. Cutie was less shy, instead laughed and nudging him some. 

 "Hey, Dyl. Have a bit of trouble with your brother?" She teased, scooting close to him so their hips touched. 

 Dylan flushed some as well, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Er...yeah," He answered rather dumbly. "Sorry, my brother did that," He began. 

 Cutie had a mischievous grin and sparkle to her eyes, raising her eyebrows to him before she replied to him. "Hey, don't apologize," She began, leaning in closer to him, making the male shiver. "I quite enjoyed them. And I know your girlfriend did too," She cooed, winking at him and sticking her tongue out. The two peeked over at the mouse, who was turned away, but also looking at something on her phone. Dylan's bulge twitched some as Cutie moved back. 

 "How's about we get to class, though? Wouldn't wanna be late on account of a horny couple, right?" Cutie started, peering over Cindy's shoulders, which made her squeak and quickly put her phone away. 

 "Eep! Er, r-right!" Cindy said, walking with the others to their English class. Dylan noticed that the two girls were much closer to him than they usually walked. They usually kept at least an inch of space in between him, but now they were practically brushing up against him. Dylan tried to remove any thoughts of them from his head, as going to class with an erection wouldn't be much fun for him. 

 The class started off rather plainly, as per usual. They've been reading about Mythology lately, so a lot of their classes had to do with Greek plays and mythic figures. Dylan himself found it quite interesting, although the real interesting part of the class would be near the end. 

 It was five minutes until the class ended, when the English teacher, Mrs. Mills, had dropped her dry erase marker on the floor. She bent down to pick it back up, but the moment she held the marker in her fingers, a ripping noise was heard. At first, Dylan thought it was him ripping his underwear again, but he looked forward to realize it was his teacher. A few other students had noticed this too, murmuring to each other some, a few snickering. 

 Mrs. Mills has froze in place, as she too heard and felt the rip. Her skirt had split quite considerably, showing off her fat rear end. Unfortunately for her, she was wearing panties that were white and covered with little rainbows. The students started to laugh a little, whistling at the sight. Dylan couldn't help but stare as well, surprised that an adult teacher like her would wear underwear like that. 

 The cow woman quickly stood straight upwards, trying to reach back and hide her rear with her hands, turning around to hide herself. A couple of students had already gotten a picture of it, without her knowing. Mrs. Mills smiled shyly and laughed shyly. Cutie leaned over to Dylan and whispered to him, "Did ya see her panties? They were way too cute for her to be wearing!" She said. 

 Dylan gulped as his cock twitched in his pants. The thought of her in those panties were quite arousing to Dylan, and his thoughts quickly transpired into the cow woman completely nude save for those rainbow panties. She was standing before Dylan, blushing and trying to hide her massive boobs in embarrassment...

 Another ripping noise got Dylan out of his daydream. This time, he knew for certain that the rip came from him, and as the cotton restraints loosened around his erection, he gulped blushed. Thankfully, none of the other students seemed to know it was Dylan, and thought it was their teacher again. Even Mrs. Mills yelped out at the second rip, looking over herself to see what else may have torn. 

 Only Cutie seemed to know the truth, as she giggled into the bunny's ear, making him shudder. "Looks like she's not the only one with a wardrobe malfunction, hm?" She cooed. 

 Thankfully, the bell rang and the students filed out, peering over at their teacher, who had just seated herself in her desk to hide her rip. Dylan seemed to hurry out of the room and into the nearest bathroom stall. Dylan set down his bag and opened his pants, revealing his torn briefs and his semi-hard dick, hanging at around 12 inches. The bunny made quick work of the exchange, pulling the torn shreds of his undies off and pulling out a new pair of tighty-whities from his bag, putting them on, pulling his pants back up, and tossing the old pair away. 

 The bunny found his two friends, waiting for their next class. Cutie was laughing quite loudly, Cindy still blushing, but smiling a bit. Dylan couldn't help but smile as well, as he found the scene amusing. "Oh man, what a sight!" Cutie started up.

 "I always thought her clothing choices were a bit too... small," Cindy continued on, fixing her glasses some. 

 "What do you suppose she's going to do now?" Dylan asked. He figured that she didn't bring a spare skirt, but he didn't really exactly know.

 "I dunno, but what cracks me up the most is that someone over the age of 8 is wearing underwear like that!" Cutie said, giggling.

 Cindy and Dylan froze up some, peering over at each other. They both remained silent, but they both knew that the childish, silly style of underwear is exactly the same kind they both tended to wear. Cutie didn't know about their style choices yet, though, so they didn't tell her. "Uh yeah... th-they looked really silly," Dylan said, trying to get back into the conversation.

 Cutie nodded as they walked to their social studies class. "Tell me about it. I will say this though, despite how ridiculous they look, they can be kinda hot, in a cute way," Cutie said casually, moving to her seat. Cindy and Dylan remained silent as they sat down, blushing red. 

 The class started a bit late, their teacher, Mr. Kitridge walked in, wiping his head some. "Er, sorry for the delay. Me and a couple other teachers had... business to take care of," He started. A few students snickered to themselves, knowing it had to do with Mrs. Mill's ripped skirt. Despite this, Mr. Kitridge continued with his lesson, dropping the whole subject of what he was doing entirely. 

 The students would get a few answers, though, from their science teacher, Ms Redhart. The dragoness waited for them as they all walked in and took their seats. She was smirking some, closing the door once they all walked in. "Good afternoon class. Before we begin with our lesson, I heard some of you experienced Mrs. Mill's accident today, correct?" She began. 

 The class mumbled to themselves, not wanting to admit it, although it was quite obvious. The teacher smiled a bit wider as she went on. "So I figured. It's not your fault though, it was bound to happen. She's the one who decides to wear clothes a couple sizes smaller than her body. I helped sew her skirt back up, and even though I told her her hips were much too wide, she would ignore my advice," She said, sighing a bit and shaking her head. 

 Cutie leaned back to Cindy and Dylan, mumbling a cat noise. "Mreow..." She said.

 Cindy peeked down under the desk, realizing that Dylan was getting hard again. He himself gulped and tried to hide it down, using both hands. He didn't want to rip his second spare already! Thankfully, Cindy saved him by quickly waving her arm up. "Uh, Ms Redhart..? Maybe we could go on with our lesson today?" 

 A few students grumbled in disappointment, but she nodded and cleared her throat. "Right, our lesson. Sorry about that," She said.

 Dylan sighed as his dirty thoughts went away, his cock growing soft, leaving his underwear unripped. "Thanks, babe," He said to Cindy. She peeked down and giggled softly, blushing a hot red. "..what did I do?" He said, somewhat confused. 

 "...you just called me... babe," She answered bashfully. Dylan's own face grew warm, realizing this. To him, it just sort of slipped out, but he knew that she didn't seem to mind the affectionate nickname. 

 Lunch period was after science, and the three mostly spent time talking about assignments. Cutie tried to bring up Mrs. Mill's wardrobe malfunction again, but Cindy changed subjects quickly. Dylan didn't seem to mind at all. 

 Math class was uneventful, and so was gym class. They remained inside the gym today, mostly learning about handball. After gym, it was time to head home. Since everyone was dressed in shorts, hardly anyone went to the changing rooms. Dylan had to use the restroom, though, so he went in the rooms, quickly moving to the stalls while avoiding any eye contact with other guys. 

 Dylan walked to the far left one, knowing that was the one with the peephole. He pulled his pants and tighty-whities down, peeing into the toilet. Once he was done, he peeked into the hole. He grinned a bit, seeing that muscular shark girl once more. She seemed to be the only one in there today, rubbing all over her body, lathering up her muscles. His cock grew hard once more as he watched her rub over her breasts. From her expression, her nipples were quite sensitive as she gasped gently. Dylan's cock grew harder and harder, reaching it's full 20 inches. 

 The bunny noticed that her hands were starting to head south, rubbing down her toned tummy and to her legs. Unfortunately, before he could see anymore, he felt someone grip his waistband of his underwear. With a sudden tug, the stranger behind him gave him a very hard wedgie, making him squeal and yell out. "Gaahh! N-nooo!" He cried out. The tighty-whities ripped, but not before pushing up against Dylan's fat nuts, making the bunny unleash his load all over the toilet. He squirmed and bit his lip, eyes rolling back as he grunted and groaned and ejaculated everywhere. He lifted his head up to realize who was doing this to him.

 It was Sal, the big raccoon bullied who loved to make Dylan the target of his bullying. He was grinning evilly, watching as Dylan nutted all over the stall. "So... you like peeping in on hot girls, huh Dylly-Willy?" He began, giving another tug upwards and completely removing his underwear. Dylan gasped and panted, groaning as his large orgasm died down, his cock bouncing free, and his balls hurting from the wedgie. He noticed that the shark girl in the changing room was hurrying out, both arms covering her body. She looked very very angry. She must've heard Dylan moan and cum! 

 Sal gave a sharp slap to Dylan's butt, making it jiggle and making him jump. He laughed as he rubbed his rear, walking out. "You're in for a world of torment, Dylly. She's gonna make me look merciful!" He laughed, heading out. Dylan gulped and quickly looked around. He decided to wait it out in the bathroom for a bit. While he waited, he put on his final spare pair of tighty-whities he had brought with him and tugging up his pants quickly. He also flushed the toilet and did his best to clean up his cum, having a bit of trouble since it was so sticky. 

 Dylan peered out of the changing room and into the gym. It was thankfully empty, save for a couple of coaches, who were talking to each other. The bunny decided to sneak by them, hearing them talk about something.

 "Yeah, she said someone was spyin' on her in the shower. Said they were masturbatin'," Said one coach. 

 "Wouldn't be surprised. They never did fix that peephole, did they?" The other one continued. 

 "Nah, don't suppose."

 "Well, if anyone was in there, they better hope they don't get caught by her. She's our star wrestler." 

 Dylan gulped and hurried outside, where his ride was waiting for him. He dove into the car with his brothers and they drove home. He didn't tell his brothers or his mom about Mrs. Mill's skirt nor did he mention getting wedgied in the changing room and being caught by a very strong looking girl. He also didn't bring up ripping two more pairs of tighty-whities. 

 All he could think about was hoping that the shark girl didn't catch him, or ripped underwear would be the least of his worries. 

Chapter 3: Dylan Meets Rebel

Melissa was laying down on the sofa, texting a friend of her's. Despite the fact that she was away from a lot of her old friends, she still found it nice to talk to them. She was even pleasantly surprised to find out that one friend she had met online was actually living in the same town that they had moved to. She had yet to meet her friend in person, and was texting her to ask when they could meet. 

"hey, wanna stop by tonight? my mom's cool with company," She had texted. A minute or two would pass by before she got a few more texts from her friend. 

"Maybe, I'm super pissed off rn," the text read. 

Melissa tilted her head and replied back with, "why's that?"

Almost immediately after she sent the message, her friend on the other end had sent, "Stupid fucking school never refilled all of the peepholes, and someone in the boy's bathroom was staring at me WHILE I WAS SHOWERING. I can still hear his groans and squeals, what a disgusting pervert." 

"omfg are you okay? did you ever find out who it was?" Melissa sent.

"I'm fine, but jesus christ once I find out who it was, they'll be sorry. All I know is they were probably a freshmen, since they have classes at the same time I do," the other replied. 

At this point, Melissa had got up and headed to the kitchen, getting herself a drink. She realized that on the door of the fridge, her mom had stuck three class schedules, one for each of her brothers. She moved a finger to Dylan's, looking through each one, reading them to herself. "English, social studies, science... hmm... gym is his last class huh?" 

Melissa grinned a bit, getting a bit of an evil look as she texted back her friend. "oh yeah, I think I know who it was. you'll definitely want to visit my house tonight," She had texted, leaning against the counter top.

At that point, her mom and three brothers had just walked in. Melissa put her phone away and walked into the living room. She peered over at Dylan, who was looking somewhat nervous. He quickly walked out of the living room without saying a word and headed into his room. She'd grin a bit before turning to her mom. "Hey mom, okay if I have a friend come over tonight?" She'd ask her. 

"Well, sure thing, sweetie! Just as long as they're not staying overnight," Her mom said, smiling gently. 

"Don't worry, they're not. Thanks, mom," She'd reply, heading to her own room, texting her friend some more. She had a plan in mind for her little brother. 

Dylan sat on his bed and wiped his forehead, feeling a little high strung. He knew that he was caught watching a girl shower, but as far as he knew, she had no idea who was watching her. The bunny laid back on his bed and sighed. "If I'm lucky, she won't single me out. After all, there are lots of students she could blame. There's no way she'd figure it out," He said to himself. He shot up a bit as a thought entered his mind. "Wait... what if Sal told her?!" He exclaimed. 

He laid back with a nervous laugh. "Nah... I heard the coaches say they had no idea who it was watching her. I just gotta stay low for awhil," He'd say. After a bit of relaxing, he'd get up and decide to help get his mind off of things. He played video games, did a quick bit of homework, and talked to his friends. 

Dinner was uneventful for the most part as well, and thankfully he didn't have another embarrassing incident with his underwear. Since it wasn't Dylan's turn to do the dishes, he instead went to his room to finish up more homework. At that point, he heard a knock at the door. As he and the rest of his family turned their attention to it, Melissa quickly got up and headed to it. "I'll get it! It's my friend," She said. 

Dylan's eyes widened as he grew scared once more, realizing the figure that stood in the doorframe as Melissa opened the door. It was the shark girl. Almost immediately, he darted off into his room, shutting the door and pinning himself against it to help barricade himself. "Oh crap, she's here! I need to stay hidden for the rest of the night until she goes away!" He said to himself. 

Meanwhile, Melissa was letting the shark girl enter the house. "Heya Rebel, come on in! My room's this way," She began. Rebel work comfortable looking workout clothes, mostly yoga pants and a tight looking tank top, which showed off her body and muscles quite nicely. 

Rebel gave a mere nod, walking with Melissa down the hallway without a word, giving a nod to her mom as she waved at her. "Oh good to see you!" She'd begin. "You two have fun, okay?" She'd continue, finishing up her meal as well as she set her plates in the sink. 

Once the two of them were out of earshot of Melissa's mother, Rebel turned to her and asked, "So where is he? We gotta punish the little pervert." 

They stopped in front of his door, where Melissa pointed a thumb at it, grinning. She'd also put a finger up to her lips silently before she tapped at his door. "Hey Dylly-Willy, got a sec? I think I left my charger in your room," She called to him.

Without opening the door, Dylan merely called back, "Uh, nope, it's not in here. Try Roger's room!" He was trying to hide the nervous tone in his voice as he held himself up against his door. Melissa looked to Rebel and shook her head, smirking some. She'd then step to the side. 

"You try somethin," She'd say. With that, Rebel cracked her knuckles and gripped the door knob. She'd turn it and suddenly shove her entire body against the door. Since she was much stronger than Dylan, he was pushed forwards, landing face first onto the floor as his door flinging open. Rebel stared down with evil eyes, Melissa peeking in as well. 

"So you're the one who thinks my body is a treat for them to indulge in, huh?" She began, carrying a low growling tone in her voice. Without waiting, the shark stepped in, letting Melissa follow and shut the door behind her. 

Dylan rolled around, sitting up some and looking up at the strong girl with a frightened look on his face. No matter how hard he tried, though, he could barely get a sound out of his mouth that was louder than a quiet squeak of terror. "Ah.. n-no, I... uh..." He stammered. 

In no time, Rebel had grabbed the front of the bunny's shirt, quickly lifting him up effortlessly and slamming him on the bed, using her whole body to keep him pinned down. He squirmed and yelped out a bit, though it was muffled due to her keeping his mouth shut with her chest. "Melissa, you know what to do," She started. Melissa nodded and quickly got her phone out again, pressing the record button on it. 

Rebel began to wrestle Dylan out of his shirt and his shorts. "Let's see how you like being perved on, bunny!" She growled, getting him down to his tighty-whities. Rebel moved around so that she sitting on his stomach, her rear facing towards him. She also made sure to keep his hands pinned underneath himself, to make sure he wouldn't try to pry her off in any way. Rebel was looking at his briefs, laughing out some. She reached down and gave a very hard smack to his slowly growing bulge. "Ugh, you're already hard?! Damn, I'm gonna have a field day with you!" She mocked, slapping his bulge repeatedly. Dylan bit his lip and groaned out in both pain and arousal. If her slapping wasn't so painful, this whole scenario could be really erotic, he thought. 

With each hard slap, his cock grew another inch. Rebel's eyes widened as it almost reached it's maximum length, threatening to rip them clean off. "You're still growing? Jeez, you're so big, it's disgusting!" She said, giving one final swat to his massive rod. As it shook back and forth, Dylan squealed out as his cock gave one final tug to his briefs, and shredded them completely off of his body. Only a small bit remained on his tip. His whole cock was somewhat red, sore from all of Rebel's slaps. 

The shark was not done yet, though, as she threw the remains of his undies away and she looked to Melissa. "Give me a pair of his underwear," She demanded. 

Dylan peered over and saw his sister dig out his final, untorn pair of tighty-whities. He shook his head and squealed out. "P-please no..! I'm so sorry! I won't peep on you again, I swear!" 

Melissa tossed them to Rebel, who held them with two fingers, eyeing them over some before turning her head. She gave a big, toothy smile to him as she shook his briefs teasingly at him. "Oh, I know. But I wanna make sure this message sticks," She replied. 

With that, Rebel pulled the briefs down over his cock, going as far as she could get them to go without tearing, which was about one quarter of his entire length. She then began to get up, glaring at Dylan. "If you even think about getting up, I'm ripping up your entire wardrobe and locking you outside, got it?" She threatened. Dylan merely nodded meekly. 

The shark reached back and pulled off her hair tie, letting her rather long hair flow freely. She then stretched it out some, pulling down to where his underwear was, snapping it into place. Dylan yelped out a bit, biting his lip as he looked at his slightly bounded dick. His dick throbbed and twitched quite a bit, a bead of pre already drooling through the white cotton. It wasn't comfortable, either, and Rebel laughed at his misfortune. 

"What's wrong? Does Dylly-Willy's big wee-wee huwt?" She cooed mockingly, putting on a baby voice to embarrass him further. Rebel then laughed evilly and spanked his cock again, making him squeal out. "Tough titties!" She exclaimed. 

Melissa was watching with a wide grin, making sure to record every instance of this. At one point, Dylan turned his attention to her, giving a pleading, begging look to her. She replied with a mere shrug, not changing her expression. He was stuck like this until Rebel got bored. 

The shark girl leaned down, eyeing up his massive, fat balls. She let her fingers sink into the flesh, molesting and massaging them  slowly, yet very deeply, enough to cause some pain to the bunny. When Rebel heard his groans, she tilted her head. "What's wrong? Are your balls..." She leaned forward to gently nibble at them with her sharp teeth, making him shiver and squirm, his whole length drooling pre and throbbing like crazy. "...sensitive?" 

She waited until Dylan gave a small noise of affirmation, nodding his head weakly. All he wanted was for her to leave her alone. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't going to be the case. She leaned up and suddenly began to slap at his balls now. The flesh rippled a little with each hard spank, making the bunny yell out in pain and pleasure. 

"Gah! Nuh-aah! St-stop it- aaah! Noo!" He'd cry out helplessly, his whole body squirming and shaking, feeling Rebel use his balls as a slapping bag. 

Rebel didn't stop of course. She kept going, making her swats go harder and faster, with less time for recovery. Eventually, it got to the point where Dylan couldn't contain himself anymore. He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back, face flushed a deep crimson hue. 

With a loud squeal, his cock tip erupted with cum. It didn't just drool through his undies, either. As Rebel kept using his balls for her own personal amusement, his orgasm caused his undies to rip apart, his cum fountain splattering all over himself. It landed on his face, in his open moaning mouth, his cute slim belly, everywhere. Rebel was careful to not get any on her, however. 

After a good two minutes, his cock finally stopped cumming, and Rebel stopped spanking his balls. Dylan lay on his pant, panting and whimpering as his balls seemed to throb with pain. His cock softened up, but was still at it's maximum length. The hair tie had snapped at one point, but his briefs were stuck to his dick. 

Rebel got off of his bed and leaned to Dylan's ear, nibbling at it gently. "I have video of you cumming yourself. If I ever catch you being a dirty pervert again, I'm not only gonna post it online, but I'm gonna do what I just did to you again, only this time, it'll be in front of the whole school. Got it?" She whispered. 

Dylan gulped and nodded weakly. Rebel let his head drop on his pillow as she got up and walked out. "I'll be in your room, Melissa. I'm gonna go wash my hands first," She said simply, leaving. At that point, Melissa had stopped recording and sent it to Rebel's phone, looking up and giggling at Dylan. 

"Hope you learned a valuable lesson, Dylly-Willy!" She teased, waving to him before walking out. Before she shut the door, she called out something to his mom. "Mooom! Dylan made a big mess again!" She said. 

Dylan gulped and stared at himself. There was no way that she'd believe his story of being assaulted by Rebel, because then he'd be admitting his own guilt of spying in on the girls' locker room. Before he could even sit up, though, his mom was at the door frame, gasping loudly as she looked at her son, covered in his own cum. 

"Oh my goodness, Dylly-Willy!" She said, eyeing his naked body, as well as the remaining shreds of Dylan's tighty-whities. "Did you do this?" She asked him.

Dylan gulped, face a dark red as he stammered some. "U-uh..." He began, unable to answer. 

His mom stepped into his room and opened his drawer, peering into it. "No tighty-whities..." She said to herself, looking back at him. "Did you ruin all of them already?!" She said, surprised. 

Dylan merely nodded, unable to look up at her in embarrassment. With that, she sighed and shook her head. "Oh, Dylly-Willy... if you didn't wanna wear them, all you had to do was say so!" He looked up at her, confused. 

"W-what..?" He started. 

She smiled and giggled gently. "You just wanted to wear them to show me how much you've matured! Well, no matter how old you get, you'll always be my little Dylly-Willy!" She cooed happily. She went to leave his room, looking a lot happier. "Oh, and don't worry, sweetie, you won't have to wear plain ol' undies ever again!" She said, just about ready to leave before sticking her head back in. "Oh by the way, if you ever need to... uh..." She paused, blushing slightly as she did the jerk-off motion with her hand. "...just don't do it with your underwear on. It'll be more laundry for me," She said, closing the door. 

Dylan watched as she left, sighing in defeat. He stared down at his mess and peeled the remaining underwear off his dick. "Jeez... what a day," He groaned, getting up and heading to his shower to clean up. "I could barely last two days wearing regular underwear! Oh well... it's too much trouble anyways," He'd say, starting up his shower. "I guess I'd better be lucky my mom makes super stretchy clothes." 

Time passed, and it was now midnight. Sharie Bunbury was in her bedroom, finishing up her newest pair of undies. They were pastel purple, the crotch and the rear sporting the face of Daisy Duck on them. She held them up and grinned at them, nodding. "Oh, these are super cute! I'll give these to Molly tomorrow. After all, she did say she wanted new cute panties for her daughter," She said, setting the panties aside and getting up. She removed an apron and stood alone in her room, wearing matching panties and a bra. They were both green, patterned in tiny carrots. 

Sharie looked over herself and giggled, moving to her bed. "Hehe..! I've always loved wearing undies like this. I'm glad my little Dylly-Willy does too!" She cooed, sitting down and removing her bra. She let it drop to the floor, letting her breasts spill free. She yawned and stretched, going under her covers and turning out the lights, going to sleep. "Hm... maybe I should make Dylly some carrot undies, too..."