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Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

First Day of School

Chapter 4: Peephole

The next class for Dylan turned out to be the math one. Since he was in the gifted classes, he would go ahead and take a pre-calculus class. Much like any other math class, the bunny was less than thrilled to be a part of it. However, he did tend to do very well in said classes so he wouldn't complain to much. Still, from what he's heard about calculus related class, they weren't going to be a walk in the park.

This time, Dylan decided to sit in the front, as it would be much easier for him to see the board and take notes. He sat in the corner, though, that way anyone who was seated behind him could have an easier time looking at the board as well. Since the bunny had managed to make two new friends within the previous classes and during lunch time, they'd sit close to him. Cutie seated herself behind him, apparently not having any trouble seeing the front while Cindy also sat in front, to the right of Dylan.

The class wouldn't have to wait for the teacher to show up this time, as she was sitting at the desk in the front, waving to students as they sat down. She seemed busy typing out something, but as class started, she would stand. She was an extremely short hamster woman, around 4 feet, if Dylan had to guess. She also seemed to be much older than the other teachers, probably around her 50s or 60s. Her hair was a short bob cut, deep black and her coat was solid white. She dressed very proper and also had round, tiny glasses. "Good afternoon! I hope you are all prepared to learn about pre-calc so that you can have an easier time in the regular calculus class! I am Professor Zhu," She stated, bowing her head before lifting it back up. "I will take role now. Please raise your hand when I call your name," She continued on, looking over a sheet of paper before beginning to call out names.

After role had been taken, Professor Zhu began her class. Like the previous classes, she began with going into what the class would entail, attendance, policies, and so on. Unlike the other classes, though, she was over with the introduction about halfway through so she went onto the material. This naturally surprised a few students, Dylan included. However, he took notes like he was supposed to and listened. Honestly, an uninteresting class period for him. He did take note of the fact that Cindy was writing extremely fast, barely looking anywhere else but the front. He didn't check too often, but the couple of times Dylan peeked backwards at Cutie, he noticed that she wasn't writing down too much, instead just watching the front.

After the class, the bunny packed up his stuff with everyone else and left. Him and his friends walked with each other down the hallway, heading to the far end of the school. With a peek at his schedule, he said "Our last class is gym. Hope it's not too hard. I've never really been physical."

Cindy nodded and fixed her glasses, speaking in her small voice. "Same here. I just wonder if we're going to have to use the changing rooms," the mouse said. Cute looked to the two and grinned.

"I wonder if the rumors of the co-ed changing rooms are true," She said, watching as the other two flushed gently, Dylan rubbing the back of his head and Cindy peeking down, her cheeks a bright red. "Pfft, just kiddin' you two!" The smaller bunny said, bumping her hips against the larger rabbit. "Although, they usually do tend to make students wear gym wear. I guess we'll see," She said.

Dylan gulped to himself, shifting his backpack some as he thought about what Cutie said. If the school really did make students use changing rooms, then it would certainly be a really embarrassing situation if the other boys in his class saw him in his silly underwear that he tended to wear. It would be even worse if he ever accidentally got hard, showing off his massive shaft. After all, the bunny was definitely bisexual, so he just hoped no guys in his class looked good naked. He felt his cheeks blush and his pants tighten up a little at the mere thought of it. He tried to drive his thoughts away from naked boys, but naked girls certainly didn't help.

After a quick trip to the gym, the class was standing near the front area. Thankfully, Dylan managed to get his mind somewhere else other than nudity as they all saw the coach walk towards them. Dylan noticed that up top, on a second floor, there was a second class going on. Loud clangs and grunts filled the air, he would notice. Apparently, weight lifting was at the same time as the honors freshmen gym class.

The coach who approached the group of freshmen was a tall sheepdog man, bangs covering his eyes. He wore a tight tank top and blue running pants. Despite looking around his 40s, the coach looked like he was in his 20s. Obviously, he was very fit and very healthy, despite his rather large figure. He held a clipboard and waved his hands to the group. "Okay guys, I'm gonna do roll and then we'll get started. I'm Coach Ashton and I'll be teaching you all this semester. If anyone's interested in football, you'll also talk to me or Coach Rick. Now lessee..." He'd scan through the names and call them out, as the previous teachers have done.

Once the coach had finished, he set the clipboard aside and started a little bit of a speech. "Alright now. This class will grade all of you on your participation. You don't have to be the best in the class, but I expect you all to do the best you can. Even if you're not the most fit, what's important is how hard you try. Naturally, attendance counts as a grade. I also expect you guys to bring work out clothes," He'd state, leading to a few groans from the class. Dylan looked down and rubbed his head.

"What this entails," Coach Ashton went on, "Is that both the boys and the girls will have to wear t-shirts or tank tops, as well as shorts, running pants, or sweat pants. You may use the lockers here to keep spare clothing. This will count as partial credit. For today, just your regular clothes are fine, but by tomorrow I expect workout clothes," He went on. From what Dylan saw, there were two different changing rooms, so that at least he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the girls.

Without much time to dwell on that, Coach Ashton, continued on. "Okay, so now we'll do standard exercises. Form a block with enough room on all sides to move around," He said, moving the front as everyone jogged/walked to a formation. Dylan was in the back row, Cindy on his right, Cutie on his left. At the beginning, they all did push-ups, jumping jacks, squats, as well as some stretches. Dylan couldn't help but notice that Cutie was peeking over from time to time towards him, though she'd look away just as soon as he got a glimpse of her. One thing was quite certain though; the three of them were definitely not the most in shape. Dylan somehow managed to do slightly better than the other two. Cutie got out of breath very quickly and Cindy had trouble with push-ups.

The class went on as the coach timed each student to do one lap around the gym, as well as running from one end to the other and back. It seemed to take forever for the bunny, but soon the class would be over for everyone. With the ending of class would also be the end of the school day, as everyone decided to head out. Dylan waved to his two friends as they walked out, the bunny deciding to stay behind so that he could use the restroom. After all, he had to pee and didn't want to have to wait for a long time again. With that thought in mind, he entered the boys' changing room and took a look inside.

After a bit of a sharp turn, the changing room came into view. To the right was the showers, where there were a few guys. Weight lifting must have finally finished up. The middle was the changing area, Dylan assumed. And to the right were stalls, thankfully with doors to them. He headed to one of them when he heard... talking? Not from the boys' shower room but from the one on the opposite wall of the bathroom stall. Dylan shut the door behind him and tugged down his pants, struggling a little as he finally got his little Woody briefs down. His impressively sized dick was freed and he held it, beginning to pee again.

Looking around some, he'd realize why he could hear the opposite room so easily. There was a small-ish hole drilled into the wall, right at eye level for Dylan. No one else must have caught this, because it apparently hadn't been fixed. The bunny bit his lip, looked behind him, and leaned forward, looking into the hole.

The opposite room just so happened to lead into the girls' shower room, which excited Dylan. His heart thumped and his cheeks flushed red as he got to see three girls shower. They must have been upperclassmen, because Dylan hadn't recognized any of them from any freshmen classes. Two of them were talking to each other, one a naked red fox with a nice hourglass figure and a nice pair of boobs. She was talking to a polar bear girl, who was taller and a bit buffer than the fox, breasts and rear end just as big, both of them washing their hair as water ran down their naked bodies. Dylan felt his cock stiffen up in his hand, beginning to grow to it's massive size. Since he was hidden behind the door of the stall and it didn't seem like the other guys were leaving their shower room, he remained.

There was a third girl, showering about a yard away from the other girls, was also very very attractive. She was a shark girl with long black hair. She was definitely the most athletic of the three, sporting a very lovely set of abs and strong looking thighs. Her boobs weren't as large or round as the other two, but they were quite perky. She was lathering up her body under the hot water, soaping up every inch. In Dylan's opinion, she was probably the hottest. It helped that she was almost directly in front of the peephole Dylan was looking through. Since it was quite small, she probably wouldn't notice him, too. The bunny peeked downwards at his length.

It was fully hard, twitching and throbbing at it's full length of 20 inches, his fat balls sloshing a bit. He gave a couple of quick strokes to his cock, and pre beaded out at the tip. Dylan grunted a bit and fapped his shaft a few more times, oogling the girls on the other side for quite some time. It wasn't easy, though, as his shaft made Dylan take up all of the space in the room, barely giving Dylan a good position to peep. Pre cum kept oozing from the swollen tip as he watched the upperclassmen girls shower. He let out a bit of a pant and gulped, peering down. He didn't feel like he was that close to an orgasm. Even if he did cum, that would be a gigantic mess that he didn't feel like explaining. Besides, his mom was waiting for him and his brothers at the front of the school, and he didn't want to keep her waiting. With a sigh, he'd tear his face away from the peephole, shutting his eyes tight, and trying to think of something else. "C'mon... don't think of naked girls, no naked girls, no naked girls..." He mumbled to himself. A few minutes passed, his erection beginning to die down since he left it untouched. Dylan sighed and pulled his underwear and pants back up, quickly leaving the changing room before he the boys left the changing room. After all, naked boys would get him hard again.

Dylan quickly made his way up front, where he saw his two brothers beginning to get into their car. The bunny slid in quickly as his mom peeked back at the three. "There you are, Dylan, I was wondering where you were!" She began.

The bunny cleared his throat, not wanting to reveal exactly what he was doing, so vagueness was his best bet. "Uh, restroom," He replied semi-quietly. The rest of the trip back home was rather uneventful. The three of them told their mom about the school day, and soon they arrived home.

Dylan made his way back to his room, managing to avoid his two brothers. After all, he did have some unfinished business to attend to. The bunny entered his room and shut the door, making sure to lock it behind him. He turned around and saw something on his bed. He tilted his head and made his way to it. Dylan flushed and scoffed some, seeing what it was.

It was a pair of pink Hello Kitty briefs, with a post-it note on the front. It read, "Mom let me make a gift for you. Enjoy Dylly-Willy. Love Melissa." Dylan rolled his eyes and opened his underwear drawer, shoving it as deeply as he could.

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I wear those," Dylan sighed. He'd lift his shirt up though and remove his pants, tossing them into his hamper. He was now in his tiny briefs, biting his lip as his bulge grew in his underwear. All those thoughts he held back were now swimming back to him. As his tent grew and grew, the bunny laid on his back in his bed, tugging his undies down to his ankles and kicking them into the hamper. His giant cock bounced free as Dylan groaned out. "God... finally..." He groaned, reaching up with both hands and stroking himself off, his tip was just a few inches from his open, panting mouth.

He was imagining himself in the girls' shower room, all three of those naked girls surrounding him and kissing all over his body. They stroked him and felt him up, fondling and kissing every inch of his body. He let a hand down to begin fondling his own large, heavy balls as pre oozed from the tip. Then, the circle opened up as Dylan got to see his teacher, Ms Redhart, strut to him. She was in that skimpy black lingerie he had imagined her in before. This time, she got close enough to hug his body closely, letting him nuzzle into her bosom, his fat rod fitting in between her legs, pushing upwards against her crotch.

Pre shot out a little bit in excitement as Dylan's fat dick twitched and throbbed in his hands. In his mind, Ms Redhart had let Dylan take her top off, using his mouth. Her large boobs bounced out and she winked to him. The three upperclassmen girls kept kissing and cooing in the bunny's ears. Soon, the dragoness was to one side of his stiff dick, licking at it with a long tongue. On the other side, Mrs. Mills, the cow teacher, had joined in. She was also completely naked, pushing her enormous boobs against his shaft, also beginning to lick and kiss at his dick. Dylan fapped and stroked his enormous shaft, his toes curling as he humped upwards into his hand. His head moved back and he shut his eyes, bit his lip, and groaned.

He kept stroking and day dreaming about his naked teachers and his peeping fantasy, his face growing red. After a good 10 minutes of masturbating, his balls sloshed around some as his orgasm built up. Right now, there was nothing stopping him, no one watching him, and no one to embarrass him. So with a series of loud gasps and groans, he came.

He came so much. Hot, white bunny cum spurted from his fat tip, splattering the headboard behind him, as well as making a massive mess all over his face and chest. Dylan didn't care, though, he let his cock spray his seed wherever it felt necessary as his perverted thoughts drove him to keep fapping, one hand massaging his balls.

One minuted passed, and Dylan finally stopped ejaculating. He opened up his eyes after wiping his own cum off of his face and glanced around. His cock was softening up, but still swollen out to 20 inches. His entire torso was covered in semen, and his pillows and headboard was soaked. He gulped and slowly got to his feet. He didn't know if any of his family members had tried to knock or enter his room, but if they heard his moans and groans, they'd probably know what he was up to. He looked to his messy bed sheets and back over his messy body, cock hanging uselessly in between his legs.

Dylan hobbled his way to the bathroom, as he now needed to shower.