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Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Tighty-Whitie Challenge

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.