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Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

A Big, Warm Welcome

After having spent enough time on the highway, Dylan was very happy to see his exit coming up, which only meant a couple more miles until he finally reached the campus of his new school. Already, as he drove down the road, he saw plenty of signs and advertisements for Maple Ridge Institute. It wasn't anything fancy of course, yet it was still a fairly popular college, one that was Dylan was lucky to get into.

As the bunny drove through the college town, he began to ponder various jobs that he could easily apply for. It wasn't going to be easy paying for books and classes with no way of income. While he knew his mom would most likely send him money for just about anything if he needed it, Dylan knew better than to take advantage of her. Besides, he felt like it was only proper that he make his own money.

Dylan began to recognize the large, main building of Maple Ridge Institute, as the road became more and more clogged with other college freshmen, who were also on their way to the school. As the bunny gazed outside of his window every now and then, he could see a number of students, walking up and down the sidewalk, heading to various classes, stores, or just hanging around with friends. It was quite a comfy sight, for sure, and he was eager to become a part of this sort of community. However, the first thing he had to do was to get settled.

Very carefully navigating the road, remembering the directions from his GPS, Dylan found his way into a parking building, free for student usage. Using a temporary student ID, he found his way navigated his car into a spot and parked. After about an hour or two of being cramped in his car, the rather tall, slim bunny finally got out and stretched. "Well... here I am..!" He'd say to himself, feeling excited at the prospect of his new college career. "Now to find the dorm building..." He'd say, opening his car and pulling out a couple of cases. One was filled with some clothing and toiletries, and the other was filled with other belongings, such as books, a laptop, and even a miniature TV and a game system. His mom promised to send the rest of his stuff through the mail, so he wouldn't have to worry about lugging around absolutely everything.

There was no denying his presence as a freshman, of course. The suitcases were an obvious giveaway, as well as the fact that the bunny was observing and admiring everything his eyes could lay on! He was thankful that the sidewalk wasn't too crowded, though there were a few incidents where he had to squeeze by small crowds. No one seemed to pay him much mind, of course, as Dylan wasn't the only one doing so. Fortunately for the bunny, he saw a large apartment complex that was currently receiving an influx of new students. After checking his admissions sheet for his dorm number, he began to head on in with everyone.

A quick trip to the elevator found Dylan on the third highest floor of the building. Apparently having a single bedroom dorm was quite a privilege, one that he could thank his mother for yet again. Soon, he found his room and used the key that was mailed to him. Of course, like most of the other accommodations, the bunny noticed how... cramped his living space was. Even for a single, there wasn't much room to move around. A single, large bed with no sheets, an empty desk, a chair, a dresser, an empty mini fridge, and a large lamp were the extent of his new furniture. Thankfully, the room did manage to have a small, yet functional bathroom connected to the side. Dylan also had a little closet, just barely the size of the bathroom itself.

The bunny set his things down near the bed, stretching and looking around. "Kinda cramped... but hell, I like it," He'd say to himself in a pleased tone. It reminded him of his old room, except hopefully he'd have more privacy without his siblings or his mother barging in while he was changing clothes.

Speaking of clothes, that was the first thing the bunny unpacked as he laid out his items atop his bed. Naturally, his mother had made sure to send him away with pretty much his entire underpants collection, which embarrassed the poor bunny naturally. Dylan quickly put them away first, being thankful he wouldn't have a roommate that would most certainly catch a glimpse inside of his dresser. Heck, his underwear fit up an entire drawer! Of course, everything else seemed to fit perfectly, with Dylan throwing whatever wouldn't fit in the dresser into the closet. "Thankfully I traveled light," He mused to himself as he began to unpack his belongings.

Another half hour passed before Dylan was satisfied with his placement of his current belongings. His laptop, as well as a small variety of notebooks and sketchpads, rested comfortably on his small desk, the rest of his stuff remaining at the foot of his bed for the time being. It was time for a break, and he wanted to go out and about to take in more of his new surroundings. After checking to make sure he had his phone and wallet, as well as his student ID, he headed out of his dorm before leaving the building altogether.

The boy also took a map with him, which came with his acceptance letter, however, he barely looked at it as he moved through the campus. After all, he found it more entertaining to be surprised and learn the various places by sight and heart rather than a piece of paper. His first area of interest was the Humanities Building, which he know would be the main area he'd be hanging around. Art, literature, music, and theater were the main staples, and they all piqued his interest!

It took him some time, though, as each building was large and imposing. Not to mention the fact that he had to navigate the crowds quite often, which didn't bring him much comfort. Dylan was used to being a loner, as large groups of people tended to make him uncomfortable and anxious. He managed to find his way into one of the buildings, looking around inside. It was simple, with a few chairs hanging around in the hallways. As the bunny explored a little bit, he realized that he was not in the Humanities Building, but rather a more general academic building for classes such as various math and sciences.

The bunny's first interaction with another student happened by accident, as he wasn't watching where he was going and bumped directly into someone, knocking the two of them to their butts. "Oof! O-oh, sorry!" He began, feeling flustered as he looked at who he bumped into.

Dylan noticed that the stranger that was knocked over also gave out a quick apology, a lot of his belongings being knocked out of his hands. "N-no, excuse me!" He would say, quickly scurrying up to his feet. The bunny helped the student, who was a short, chubby squirrel boy with very short, brown hair, who wore glasses, a sweatshirt, and plain shorts. "J-just trying to find where the computer lab is!" He laughed awkwardly, gathering up a variety of books.

The bunny decided to follow along, carrying part of his collection so that the short squirrel wouldn't be overwhelmed. "It's fine! Sorry again, I was just exploring campus," Dylan replied as he followed beside the other boy. "Truth be told, I was looking for the Humanities Building and uh, got lost," He explained.

"Oh neat, and artist!" The squirrel said, beaming up at the taller bunny. "Hope it goes well for you! I'm trying to get into programming myself. Oh, I'm Toby, by the way!" The squirrel said, laughing a bit.

"I'm Dylan," The bunny greeted back eagerly, feeling somewhat relieved that the squirrel boy wasn't too angry or upset with him. This was also one of the few times the bunny could conceive of the fact that someone was willing to quickly befriend him!

Soon, the two found their way through the halls, past more groups of other students, before Toby stopped at a locker. Dylan stopped as well as the nerdy squirrel boy checked the number on the door that was nearby. "Hm... yup, here we are!" He said, setting his things down by the lockers. Dylan watched as Toby put in a number on one of them, listening as he began to explain his thought process. "I figured to spend less time going to and from my locker to my computer classes, I'd take the one that was closest to the classroom! Pretty handy, huh?" He'd say proudly, opening the door and starting to sort his books out.

"I'd say so," The bunny concurred, letting Toby take and sort out the books that he had been carrying. "What about your other classes, though?"

"I made sure to take classes that were only in this room, my friend," Toby said with a chuckle. "Efficiency at it's finest," He'd conclude proudly before taking another once over of his locker and closing the door. "I like to come prepared."

"I can see!" Dylan said with a slight chuckle, leaning against the lockers. It was clear Toby was very smart, at least from the first few minutes of getting to know him. What neither boy realized, however, was that the squirrel had accidentally shut the door on Dylan's shirt, which was baggy enough to get caught without the bunny feeling it. "Always nice to be prepared for anything," He continued on, unaware of his situation. "If you still have some free time, wanna follow me to the Humanities building? I could use some compan-EEK!" He shrieked out, having decided to try and walk away.

Since his shirt was caught in Toby's locker, Dylan soon fell backwards, his shirt pulling up past his slim tummy and his chest, completely covering his face. Because of this, the blue waistband of his underwear peeked out just a tad, giving any onlooker only a small hint of what he actually wore underneath. He landed hard on his back, letting out a loud grunt as Toby froze up and panicked. Of course, he seemed to be the only one sympathetic to his plight, as any nearby students who stopped to look at the scene would end up chuckling and pointing in his direction.

"O-oh crap, sorry!" Toby quickly said, opening his locker and freeing Dylan from his shirt binds. His face was pink, but not as much as the bunny's as he quickly shimmied his shirt back down, looking embarrassed and flustered once more.

"Ah! It's fine..!" Dylan huffed, hiking his pants up and dusting himself off after pushing himself up to his feet. He clearly looked embarrassed, but was secretly thankful it didn't get worse. After all, if he had his pants fall off, as opposed to his shirt, everyone would have gotten a nice eyeful of his ridiculous 'college' briefs, and he'd never hear the end of it! The bunny cleared his throat, acting as if he didn't just fall. "Uh, anyways... how about that Humanities Building?"

The two new friends left their current location and were soon back on the sidewalk. With a little navigation from Toby, the two were soon able to find their destination with very little time or effort. Much like the general sciences building, it was very large, yet also different in design so that it was clearly noticeable. Almost fittingly, it was almost abnormal in how it was built, with multiple colors looking very bright and gaudy. Dylan's eyebrow raised up as he looked upon it, personally finding the building kind of... garish.

"This has to be the place," He said, the squirrel boy nodding in agreement.

"Well, whoever helped design this place certainly had... uh... artistic vision," Toby said, stifling a bit of a derisive snicker.

"Hopefully the inside looks better, c'mon," Dylan suggested, starting to head up the stairs and into the large, strange building. Toby soon followed close behind, adjusting his glasses.

Thankfully, the inside was far more interesting, at least to the bunny's perspective. Toby, for the most part, remained curious, yet indifferent. Comfy furniture in the foyer for students to hang around, multiple paintings and works of art previous alumni have created, posters for classes, clubs, and even upcoming tryouts for a musical. Dylan certainly felt at home in there, smiling as he tried to take in as much as he could. "Woah..." He said to himself, his fluffy tail twitching excitedly. "If this is just the first floor, imagine what's on the second!"

"Oh, man, the acoustics up there are amazing!" Interjected the voice of a student neither the bunny nor the squirrel recognized. The two looked at the source, being met with a rather flamboyant otter boy, standing just above Toby, yet shorter than Dylan. Besides a pair of brown slacks, he also wore a tight fitting pink tank top and a matching windbreaker. His hair was short, wavy, and blonde, being styled very nicely to fit his personality, which appeared flashy. "Heya boys, name's Sam," He introduced suddenly, moving closer to the group. His tone was friendly, yet also... condescending, in a sense.

"I'd recognize a couple of freshmen when I see them," the otter continued on, laughing to himself. "I remember the days of wide eyes of fascination and an eagerness to take in everything. It's beautiful, is it not?"

"Uh, I-I suppose..!" Dylan said, going along with the otter. "My name's Dylan, and this here is Toby," The bunny introduced, pointing to the squirrel. Toby, not being as interested in the fine arts as Sam or Dylan, remained indifferent, almost judgmental of the otter.

The upperclassman paid no mind to Toby's disinterest and smiled broadly. "Wonderful to meet you two! Planning on classes in here, are you?"

"I am," Dylan nodded, Toby shaking his head.

"N-no, computers are more my thing," the squirrel added on.

"What a shame," Sam said in Toby's direction, playfully ruffling his hair (an act that the chubby nerd did not enjoy). "Don't be shy to get outta your comfort zone, Toby boy!"

As the short boy muttered and fixed his hair, the otter moved his way to Dylan, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "Now you, Dylan, have that vision!" He began enthusiastically. "Whatcha interested in? Writing? Singing? Drawing? Performing?" He prattled on, not waiting for an answer from the shy bunny, who was watching him with confusion, yet a certain level of interest that made sure he kept listening. "I've dipped my toes in it all, and it's hard to pick just one, isn't it? I can only hope you show everyone what you've got, just like the rest of us!" Sam concluded, his speech playing up his own skills, as well as trying to uplift Dylan to the same level of excitement.

The otter pulled Toby close as well, who seemed less than enthused by this. The squirrel like Dylan a lot more than Sam, but at least he wasn't mean. "Yes sir, boys, stick with me, and it'll open doors for you! After all, some advice from someone with first-hand experience is nothing to turn down! Come on, let's go get lunch and get to know each other some more," He continued, walking with the group out of the building.

"O-oh! Well uh, okay," Dylan said, blinking as he walked with the otter, Toby tagging along as well. Even though the two of them had taken a bit of time trying to get the the building in the first place, neither one of them could turn down food. After all, both were quite hungry, which was the main reason why the squirrel didn't refuse the offer.

Being a bit of a college town, there were plenty of different places to go, each one providing quite an array of different meals and menus. The one Sam had lead the other two to was a more generalized food cafeteria, which was larger than most of the other places, and was actually working for Maple Ridge. A large open space was provided for eating outdoors, as well as seating inside, and was also quite close to an amphitheater. That way, if there were any shows or outdoor entertainment being provided, students and staff could enjoy it while eating lunch. Currently, since it was the first day for a lot of new students, lots of tables were set up to advertise clubs, fraternities, and sororities, not to mention a few stalls set up for small, entertaining services, such as a cotton candy machine, street artists, and street performers. It was quite a lively sight!

For the time being, the trio of friends were sitting on one of the outdoor tables, which was made of stone and circular. Sam, naturally, seemed to be the one to be taking a lead in the conversation, enjoying a salmon burger as he talked about his interests and 'accomplishments'. Toby was eating a sub sandwich, bringing his own interest of technology and computer science in. As for Dylan, he was enjoying a regular veggie burger, staying silent for the most part. Whenever he found himself speaking, he'd typically try to keep everything more general, so that they could all find some sort of common ground. One such topic was classes they would be taking, as well as any sort of extra-curricular activities, such as clubs, music, or even sports. Unsurprisingly, no one in the group really held too much of an interest in the latter subject.

Meanwhile, some distance away, one of the tables that was set up for one of the fraternities, known to many as the 'Quad Alpha' house. They were known by many upperclassmen as being a house of larger men, who were not only incredibly athletic, but also mean and competitive. Many had stories to tell of their many past antics, yet despite that, they were still standing. Perhaps it helped that there weren't very many members to begin with. Not that they all minded of course, as it made for a more 'tightly knit community', as their leader like to put it. Speaking of which, he was currently at the table advertising the Quad Alpha house.

He was a a buff, tall football player of a raccoon, named Sal. His clothing was baggy, hiding his frame underneath a gray hoodie and matching dark pants. To his right was another football player, named Billy, who was an orca. He was just a few inches taller, and definitely much bigger in terms of frame, having quite a gut to his build. Underneath his fat, however, was intense muscle, and was a large mountain of an anthro. His outfit was less conservative, wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. On their table was a sign up sheet, as well as a few fliers that advertised about their fraternity. From what it read, they were more interested in recruiting other 'alpha athletes', as they liked to put it, since they were much more physically capable of doing things. As a gimmick, they had also set up a miniature game of beer pong, with six cups on each end. Instead of beer, however, they opted for regular soda. While they've gotten away with a lot, the frat knew better than to have alcohol out in the open.

"C'mon, man, this sucks, how much longer do we gotta wait?" The orca begin with an impatient sigh. "We've been sitting here for about two hours now, and not one person's even said anything to us!"

"Just give it some time," Sal said with a raise of his hand. "We just gotta sucker in some freshmen who don't know any better is all," he reassured, looking out into the crowd. "It'll happen, and it'll be a doozy. After all, we can't let Mikey's hard work go to waste, can we?"

At this, the orca let out a bit of a laugh, nodding. "Heh, true. Little guy's got quite a brain, don't he?" He replied, pointing to one side of the table. "Which one of those even has the, uh... 'special ingredient' in it?"

"All of em," Sal answered with a chuckle of his own. "Those drinks will give our next poor challenger one hell of a day," He finished with another laugh as he pointed to the other collection of cups on the other side of the table. "Those ones are plain, so remember to take that side if we're lucky enough to get anyone." As the orca nodded, his attention turned to something else, smirking and looking back to his fellow frat boy.

"Lookit, Sal, I see some guys comin," Billy uttered to the raccoon, pointing to Dylan and his group of friends.

"Oh perfect..! You know the routine, Bill," He snickered, adjusting himself to be more upright and attentive, as well as outwardly friendly. "Heya, guys, what's up?" He began, his tone very boisterous and attention getting. It appeared to work, as the three guys slowed to a stop and looked to the table, quite confused.

Dylan and Toby were curious, while Sam instantly grew more annoyed. "Ah, these guys..." He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh?" The bunny began, raising an eyebrow to the otter. "Who are they?" He asked, feeling a twinge of familiarity with the two frat boys. Dylan couldn't quite put his finger on it, though...

Without waiting for the otter to answer, Sal started up with his own speech, allowing Billy to hand out the fliers to the three. "We're part of the fraternity Quadruple Alpha! Basically, we're interested in the best of the best, and you three..." He said, starting to trail off as he looked over the bunny, the otter, and the squirrel. The otter was an automatic no, as he was no fool to their usual antics. The squirrel was far too short and dorky looking to be into any sort of sports. As for the bunny, he was tall, yes, but did not appear very strong or dominant in any form. Sal cleared his throat, not finishing his sentence as he continued on with his speech. "...anyways, uh, if you guys are interested in our frat, or know anyone else who would be, we're always looking for more bros, y'know?"

As Dylan's eyes scanned over the flier, he heard Sam sigh and shake his head. "Yeah, we'll let ya know," He said in a tired, indifferent voice.

"I'll pass as well," Toby said as he adjusted his glasses. "No offense, but I, uh, don't think I'd fit in."

"Yeah, same here," Dylan added on, folding the piece of paper up and pocketing it. "Thanks for the offer, but frats never really interested me."

On the inside, the two felt almost offended at their decline. Of course, there was no way any of them would even be allowed to join, at least not without endless hazing. It still didn't make them happy, though. Sal got a bit of an idea as he kept a cool, charming demeanor. "Hey, y'know what, it's cool. I'll give ya some time, offer's always on the table. Speakin' of which," He said, gesturing to the beer/soda pong setup in front of them. "How's about a game for the road, huh?"

At first, none of them looked too enthusiastic about the game. After a few seconds, the bunny shrugged and sighed. "Eh, might as well. Got nothing better to do," He'd say. Toby looked puzzled while Sam gave an incredulous look, the two frat boys perking up instantly.

"Wait, really?" The otter began. "They could've spiked those drinks with laxatives!"

"Laxatives? That's stuff that kids do," Sal said with a roll of his eyes.

"Besides, the campus pharmacy won't let us buy laxatives after what happened last year," Billy murmured, getting hit in the side by Sal's elbow, grunting out.

"Shuddup and go play against our new rabbit friend like a good sport..!" The raccoon said through gritted teeth. The orca got up, snorting a bit as he got to one side of the table, Dylan heading to the other. Sam sighed and watched to the side, somewhat bored. Toby was more intrigued, though still unsure of what was going on. While Dylan was quite sure what was going on either, he had some basic idea of how the game worked. Besides, he liked games, and the cups didn't_smell_ like booze, so maybe he had a shot?

"So... it's essentially like a carnival game for drinks?" Toby asked, not being as familiar with the game as the rest.

"Pretty much," Dylan answered as Sal gave the boys two ping pong balls each.

"Billy here's the best at this game, so good luck!" Sal said, smirking to himself as he watched from the side, intrigued with what was going to happen.

"I'll even let ya go first, bunny," Billy chuckled, looking cocky.

"Good luck, man," Toby added as Dylan held a ping pong ball in his right hand. Staying focused, the bunny angled his first shot and bounced it to the opposite side. His first shot made it into one of the cups, as did his second shot. The orca quickly threw back the soda, the other watchers nodding their heads a bit, somewhat impressed with the display.

"Ooh, not bad..." Sal mused. "Two sinks in a row, that means you go again, bunny," He explained.

"Hey, this is kinda fun," Dylan said with a grin as he received his ping pong balls again, aiming and bouncing his next shot. The next one bounced off the table, his fourth shot sinking another cup. As Billy chugged his third drink, Sal snickered and nodded.

"Not a bad first turn! Let's see how Billy here responds to it," He said, turning towards the orca, giving a wink. Subtly, he returned it and began his turn. It was clear that Billy had been playing this game a little too much, as he was very professional at the game. The first shot landed directly into a cup, making Dylan drink it. The soda didn't taste... bad, though it wasn't the best tasting there was. It had definitely been left out a little too long, as it had very little carbonation. Right as he finished his first one, the orca landed another cup, making him drink that one too.

"Told ya he was good!" Sal stated as Billy began his third shot. Dylan could barely finish his second drink before the third shot landed, which he quickly tried to drink as well. Right as he began, Billy took his fourth shot, successfully landing that one as well.

"Gmf, slow down a bit..!" Dylan said in between gulps. The soda, while palatable, didn't feel too good as he kept trying to chug them all down. Of course, this was all part of their 'prank', one which Dylan was completely unaware of. Of course, the two boys didn't slow down, the rest of the bunny's friend group looking simultaneously disappointed in the fact that their friend was losing, yet also surprised by how well the orca was doing.

"Gotta stay on your toes, bunny!" Billy chuckled, taking his fifth shot. Naturally, he sank the ball, as well as his sixth, instantly winning the game on his first turn.

As Dylan hurried to try and finish down the rest of the drinks, Sal gave a wide grin and a shrug. "Hey, not bad for a first time! How were the drinks?"

"Bleurgh," The bunny responded, letting out a mixture of a gag and a belch. "Those aren't settling well..." He'd continue.

"Yeah, you were suckin' those down pretty fast," Sam pointed out.

"Could be worse, though. At least you didn't puke everywhere..!" Toby said, trying to put a positive spin on it.

"Yeah that's... true," Dylan said, pausing a few seconds as he began to feel... odd. His cheeks began to feel warm, as did the middle of his chest. A warmth which was starting to pulse at his crotch, for some reason. "Uh... is it normal for soda to... y'know," He began, clearing his throat as his cheeks flushed a little bit. "...shoot through you so suddenly?"

The squirrel boy was perhaps the only one looking concerned, as Sam gave a confused look, raising an eyebrow as he let out a laugh, as if Dylan was making a joke. As for Sal and Billy, though, they gave each other a more knowing look, flashing malicious smiles to each other. "Uh... no, don't think so?" Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe it's just your stomach, man."

Of course, Dylan did feel different. He recognized the familiar feeling that was soon washing over him, gulping as his face grew warmer and redder. There must have been something in the drinks, as he felt his erection start to throb and grow, beginning to stretch out his underwear and his jeans. At the same time, as his body grew more and more sensitive and anxious, he also felt the familiar pressure of needing to use the restroom. Many mornings of having morning wood allowed Dylan to learn that trying to piss while hard was not an easy feat, yet here he was feeling closer and closer to peeing all over himself. The tightness of his clothing, as well as his growing embarrassment and realization of what was going on only made his dick feel more sensitive and grow even stiffer, an orgasm also starting to build up deep within him.

Despite the fact that Dylan was trying to hide his growing girth, the others couldn't deny the enormous, fat bulge that was growing in his pants. Toby and Sam stared with wide, surprised eyes as Billy and Sal began to burst out laughing, pointing at their unfortunate target.

"W-woah..!" The squirrel began, his own face flushing as he covered his eyes, secretly peeking from behind his fingers. "T-that's_huge_!"

"I knew there was something in those drinks!" Sam said, unable to keep himself from smirking in amusement. He used a hand to help hide his growing grin, as he knew it wouldn't help for Dylan's embarrassment.

"Nngh.. w-wait, don't look..!" Dylan groaned out, using both hands at this point to try and push down at his erection, which was tenting his pants very blatantly at this point. Thankfully, no one else was around to really take notice, but the bunny knew if he didn't try and find cover for awhile, he'd be the center of attention. The two frat boy's laughter did little to help to situation.

"Haha! Gotcha, bunnykins!" Laughed the raccoon, unable to peel his eyes away from Dylan. He was almost in disbelief that such a weak, skinny nerd would have such a huge tool like that! Of course, he waited for the rest of what was going to happen.

"Damn, is that thing for real?" The orca guffawed, pointing one of his large fingers at his crotch. "What's wrong? Feeling... _warm_under the collar?" He joked, knowing that Dylan was feeling incredibly close to either wetting or nutting himself. Or perhaps both. Both Toby and Sam were dumbfounded, too shocked and puzzled to be able to react in any helpful way outside of staring.

"Guhh... s-stop!" He whined pathetically, his face turning from a light pink to a dark red, glowing through his speckled, tan fur. While Dylan knew his underwear would hold through his powerful erection, his pants would not. Already, he felt and heard the straining of his denim, feeling the button already start to pop off. His zipper wouldn't be too far behind, starting to shake with the intent of coming undone. All of this was happening far too quickly for the bunny's liking, and needed to act fast. "W-where's the nearest bathroom..?! M-my pants are gonna-" He began nervously, being cut off as his zipper instantly unzipped itself, not only allowing his jeans to fall to his knees, but allowing Dylan's enormous, fat, cotton-clad cock to bounce free! "Ah, no!" He cried out in embarrassment, hearing Sal and Billy absolutely howl in mocking laughter. Even Sam couldn't hold back a snort, with Toby being the only one to not laugh. Of course, with his eyes nice and wide, he wasn't exactly being subtle.

"Pffft..! Uhm... those are certainly, snrk, very creative..." Sam laughed as he stared at the bunny's rather bubbly butt. "College Boy, huh?"

"Ah hahaha! Oh you cannot be real, bunnykins!" Sal laughed, pointing a mocking finger at his erection. "Did yer mommy_those from the _big boy section?!"

"I'm more impressed his big fat willy can even fit in those silly excuses for underpants!" Billy chortled, banging the table as he collapsed to his knee.

Dylan was too shocked and humiliated to react right away, yelping out as he used one hand to try and shove his oversized dick downwards, using the other to blindly grab for his pants to try and pull them back up. "Gah! N-no, quit!" He whined. "Q-quit laughing at m-me and m-my willy- I-I mean my cuh-cock..!" He said, catching himself as he accidentally said the word 'willy' aloud. Despite the embarrassment, his cock did not go down in the slightest. In fact, the laughter was only adding to it's arousal! As it throbbed and twitched wildly, Dylan wondered how in the world was he able to find any enjoyment in this.

Of course, he slipped up by dropping his guard for a split second, gasping out as he accidentally peed himself, though just a bit. Of course, since his tip was so swollen and enlarged, it sprayed out through the strained kiddy fabric, dripping down his cotton covered shaft and making his undies wet. "Gmmf, w-wait, no!" He gasped to himself, desperately looking around before rushing towards the nearest building, shuffling along as he tried to keep his pants pulled up enough to hide his silly briefs and his enormous dick. How a crowd kept from forming around him, he'll never know. The only other person who managed to see anything was a tall, giraffe girl he had to dash past, who stopped in her path and stared at him in confusion. "Sorry!" He whimpered, darting right towards any bathroom he could lay his eyes on. In response, she merely blinked and leaned forward to try and get a better look. It was too late, however, and she was left standing in place, her brain trying to determine if she really just saw... what she saw.

Meanwhile, the frat boys kept laughing heavily, now taking the time to lean on each other for support. As Dylan rushed into the nearby building, which happened to be the gymnasium, Toby and Sam began to follow behind, their own faces quite flushed at the sight that just unfolded. "D-dylan, wait up!" The squirrel called out as he hurried after his friend.

Once the two left, Sal managed to speak in between hard laughs. "Bwahahah! Poor Dylan! About to wet his funny little undies!"

"If he doesn't hurry, Dylly-Willy's gonna have a big, warm, wet willy!" Billy added on, putting on an overly cutesy, childish voice to mock the bunny. "Hope he packed a change of briefies!"

"Hah! Wanna bet that they have tiny little hearts on them? Or maybe My Little Pony?" Sal snickered, wiping his eye as he took a deep breath. "Oh man, I ain't ever laughed that hard! I've _gotta_get Mikey to make more of that little chemical of his!"

"Not only that, but we've gotta prank that bunny some more!" Billy laughed, spreading his legs a bit. His own bulge was a bit engorged as well, as he quite enjoyed what he saw. "I think we found our new target, Sal!"

"I think so too, Bill! We gotta tell the others about this loser!"

As the two frat boys talked loudly about the poor, humiliated bunny, the giraffe girl had been walking by, listening to the two. Her face began to glow a little more as she kept walking, fixing her short undercut. The girl was quite curvy, sporting a nicely sized rear, a somewhat large chest, and even a bit of a tummy. Her outfit was simple and black, yet quite comfortable looking. As she walked, she began to think a few thoughts to herself. Was what she saw... real? If so, the poor bunny was sporting an awfully large... unit. It piqued her curiosity, yet she knew she couldn't just go back inside to get a proper look. For one, it would be creepy and weird, and lots of other people tended to treat the giraffe as a sort of stalker, due to the fact that she barely talked to anyone. Secondly, she didn't want to embarrass the rabbit any more than he already was. All she could do was replay the image over and over in her mind, secretly wondering if she'd see him around campus again to get a better look at him...

The bunny ran right to the nearest stall, gasping and grunting as he kept trying to hold back two inevitable accidents. He slammed the stall behind him, being in too big of a hurry to properly latch the lock. He allowed his pants to instantly fall around his ankles, the boy lifting his shirt up with one hand to help lessen the possibility of making a mess. "Gmmf, come on, come on," He whined, gasping as his cock throbbed and leaked more. The stretched out print of his briefs seemed to almost mock him, his fat, heavy balls hanging below.

Dylan attempted to use a free hand to try and pull the waistband down, but his cock was making the fabric far too taut for him to comfortably do so. "Guh..! I'm too hard..!" He'd whisper in embarrassment, trying a different approach. His hand moved to the holes in front, seeing if he could push his fat dick through that way. Unfortunately, the poor bunny's body couldn't hold it any longer, as whatever had been put in the drinks was all starting to act at once. "Guh... nuh-no..! D-dylan, duh-don't puh...puh... peepee!" He gasped out loudly, shutting his eyes tightly and letting out a loud groan, finally relieving himself.

Of course, since he wasn't able to remove his underwear in time, he ended up making a wet mess in them. Most of it managed to spray out through the tip, and with Dylan's hand nudging it in the right direction, landing perfectly in the toilet. His cock was still covered by his undies, however, so naturally a lot of his urine just streamed down his cock, staining through the fabric and puddling at the bottom of his balls, which dripped messily into his pants. "Ahn... ah, fuh-fuck..! Cuh-can't buh-believe this..!" The poor bunny gasped out as he wet himself.

After a few seconds of pissing, his bladder finally seemed to run on empty. However, his cock was still rock hard, so the last few splashes of pee that came out would come out in spurts, almost as if he were cumming! As his soon as his cock throbbed and twitched and shook like that, the bunny groaned again, his eyes rolling back a bit as his toes curled. "Nnngh... n-no... can't... can't cum here..!" He'd moan, his hand idly rubbing against his wet shaft, almost as if it had a mind of it's own. His palm squished messily against himself, his boner loving the attention, no matter how slight it was. Dylan's bunny tail began to waggle, his face a deep, beet red as lewd thoughts began to swim around his mind. "D-dylan, hold it in..! Mmph, p-please don't spuh-spunk yourself..! Y-you'll get in trouble if... if, ahn... if you cuh... cuh..."

Unfortunately, it wasn't his conscious decision to make. His fat nuts were incredibly backed up, sloshing around in his damp briefs. The poor boy was unable to control himself as his cock spasmed wildly, his tip drooling and spurting large beads and globs of slick pre-cum. Very shortly, Dylan finally unleashed large, gloopy, sticky globs of cream, spurting through his undies and all over the wall and toilet.

"CUUUUUUUM!~" He moaned loudly, shutting his eyes as his body shook in immense pleasure. More and more ropes of his sticky bunny batter flooded his underwear, shooting all over the place in a haphazard manner. His cock wouldn't slow in the slightest until about a minute and a half, his weenie slowing to a twitch, his cum dribbling out until it stopped. His undies continued to drip with a mixture of fluids, messily squishing against the bunny's furry body.

As Dylan panted in the afterglow, his eyes slowly fluttered open. His tongue hung out cutely as he took in the enormous mess he had inadvertently made. His nose instantly picked up the strong, musky scent of his jizz, wafting throughout the entire bathroom at this point. His large ears perked up as he heard the familiar voice of his two new friends. "Wrow, Dyl, how long have ya been holding _that_back?" Laughed the amused voice of Sam.

The bunny let out a squeak as he turned his head behind him, seeing Toby and Sam peering into the stall. Since Dylan didn't lock the door, the two were able to peek in without any intrusion, as the door reopened itself anyways. "H-hey, do you mind?!" Dylan gasped out in embarrassment, reaching back to try and hide his rear with a hand pulling his shirt downwards.

"Oh not at all," Sam teased, winking and snickering at the overly hung bunny.

"Heh, uh... didn't know they could actually... get that big..!" Toby added in, his own face burning a hot pink, looking away bashfully. "I thought that was only something in porn... y-you're very lucky, Dylan," He complimented, rubbing the back of his head.

The bunny gulped, feeling the shame of post-nut clarity wash over himself as his briefs dripped and squished lewdly in between his thighs, the sound of laughter still ringing around in his mind. "Lucky? More like cursed! I can't lug this stupid thing anywhere without having an incident!" He complained, looking down at the mess he created.

"Guess you'll just have to not drink random drinks given by a fraternity next time," the otter answered with a shrug and a grin. "Just get yourself situated and cleaned up, we'll keep an eye out in case anyone stops by." Toby, meanwhile, was busy unrolling a large amount of paper towels, hurrying them towards his bunny friend, who took them all gratefully.

"These will help in your, uh, cleanup!" He said, leaning to the side to get a better view of his mess. "Wow, how is it able to_stick_ like that? It's like pudding!" The squirrel pondered aloud.

Dylan quickly shut the door behind him, properly locking it this time before his two friends could make any more comments. "Thanks..." He sighed with a roll of his eyes. The first thing Dylan did was step out of his pants, hanging them on the steel hand rail for the time being. Next, he removed his ruined briefs, which was much easier this time, as his cock was starting to soften up. It was still engorged somewhat, though, so his meat hung humorously in between his legs. The bunny took to wringing out his briefs into the toilet as if it were a hand towel. Once he had removed most of the fluids, the hung the briefs on the rail as well. "Hopefully those will dry out a little bit by the time I'm done," He'd say to himself.

"Doubt it!~" Sang the teasing voice of Sam, who laughed after doing so. Dylan glared at the door, directing his stare at the otter as he huffed in embarrassment.

The bunny soon took to using the paper towels to try and wipe up the creamy, sticky mess that was stuck to the wall and the toilet. Indeed, his jizz was very sticky, almost as if he were wiping off globs of glue! It took some time, but finally, Dylan had managed to wipe it all clean, for the most part anyways. He even took care of a few puddles that he had accidentally created from his earlier peeing. After tossing the large wad of paper towels away and flushing the toilet, the bunny redressed himself. His 'College Boy' briefs were indeed still quite damp, as they squished gently against the bunny as he slid them back on. As the boy shuddered in discomfort, he heard Toby speak up.

"Uh... are you actually putting them back on?" He asked, having heard the bunny react to his dressing.

"Well I'm not gonna walk around without them!" Dylan retorted, moving to put his pants back on as well. Any small stains that had accidentally splashed against the denim was somewhat dry at this point, so unless anyone was looking closely, they would have no idea. Soon, the bunny was redressed, still feeling very uncomfortable in his cold, damp undies.

He unlocked the door, moving right towards the sink, walking slightly bow-legged. "I'm gonna head back to my dorm after this and take a nice, long shower..." He sighed, beginning to wash his hands.

"Heh, a nice long one, eh?" snickered Sam, nudging against the bunny jokingly. Dylan responded by pushing against him with his hips, giving another glare, albeit this time, he seemed a bit more laid back about it, smirking just a little bit.

"Knock it off..!" He replied, finishing up and drying his hands off.

"Let's just be thankful no one else saw," Toby added, trying to uplift his bunny friend as well.

Pushing the giraffe he accidentally bumped into the back of his mind, Dylan nodded with a sigh, stretching a bit. "Yup.. so, let's just... forget it happened, okay?" Toby and Sam nodded, though the otter seemed more coy about it than the squirrel.

"No prob. Or at least, I'll pretend like I forgot," He said with a wink, sticking his tongue out. Dylan felt his cheeks flush up again as he began to leave the bathroom with the others.

Before the three went their separate ways, they made sure to trade numbers, making sure to stay in touch during their stay in Maple Ridge. After saying their goodbyes, the bunny made a bee-line for his dorm room, not exactly running, but not lingering around to take in any more sights. He felt like he had enough excitement for one day...

"Well... maybe things will get better from here..!" The bunny said to himself as he finally reentered his dorm room. "...and maybe I can convince my mom to start a line of 'super absorbent' underwear..."