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Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

The Rebootening

It was a long, eventful sleep. One that he hadn't felt in so so long. Very vivid dreams, as if they were actually happening in real life, and not in the subconscious of his dream world. Were some of these people even real? His hazy mind could barely remember as these visions began to quickly fade from memory.

His eyes slowly opened, his mind stirring into consciousness yet again. It took him a few moments to get reacquainted with his surroundings, considering his dream last night. He had no clue how to describe it other than "very lifelike". Looking to his right, he saw that he had apparently been squeezing his second pillow with as much might as his form could muster. He liked to snuggle in his sleep, and his semi-deformed, morphed pillow was evidence of this. Using both hands, he began to wipe his sleepy eyes, groaning as he stretched his back.

He felt his facial features, as if subconsciously wondering if he was still asleep or if he was actually fully awake at this point. Long, rabbit ears? Obvious check. His fingers felt through his long hair, as he had refused to get a haircut for the past few months, and was liking how long it was getting. Nose, eyes, mouth, the usual stuff was all there. He felt his fuzzy chest a bit as his eyes now fully adjusted to his room, the light just barely breaking in through his window. His brain began to run a little test on himself. Name? Easy question, Dylan Bunbury. Species? Rabbit, also obvious given his long ears and cotton tail. Age? 19, recently graduating high school. Relationships? A tricky one, given his dream. However, the names of potential girlfriends or boyfriends faded away from him, giving him the ample time to realize the proper answer was 'none'. Due to... 'reasons', the bunny was not much of a popular candidate for a high school relationship. Of course, Dylan _did_have reasons to be in the spotlight every now and then, but he preferred to not bring them up, thank you very much.

A familiar twitching drove his attention towards the middle of his legs, as he lifted his head lazily off of his pillow. He let out a low groan and rolled his eyes. "Hello again, old friend..." He'd yawn out, fixing his blanket so that it covered his semi-erect erection. You see, unlike most others, Dylan had a large 'girth'. Not 'above average', but large. Standing about 20 inches long, around two to three inches in diameter, he was sporting some heavy artillery. He slowly moved his blanket off of himself, sitting upright at this point. He bit his lip and groaned out, using a hand to rub his engorged length. "Damn... what an odd dream... lotta hotties in it, though..." He mused, closing his eyes as he tried to remember them.

Of course, like usual, something quickly spoiled his fun. His bedroom door opened, revealing the silhouette of his mother. "Dylly, wake up, it's- oh!" She said pausing as she caught her son naked with a hard on. The boy quickly threw his blanket back over himself, looking away in bashful embarrassment. Instead of chastising him, his mother merely giggled, also looking away. "S-sorry! Looks like you're up already!" She said, giggling as she turned away. Hurry up and get ready, Dylly-Willy, you have a long trip ahead of you!" She said before heading down the hall.

This felt... oddly familiar to the bunny, yet he couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed and slowly got up, heading to his bathroom. "Welp... duty calls," He'd sigh to himself, preparing for a shower. His erection would go down, thankfully, to a more normal-ish size. While his length hung around seven inches soft, it was still quite thick and could form quite a bulge in any pair of bottoms he could fit over it. He was quite lucky his mother was a very successful seamstress, otherwise the poor boy would be without pants!

After blow drying his fur, Dylan stepped out of his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He knew most of his clothes were already packed away, as he was headed to college in just a few moments. Thinking ahead, he had laid out a wardrobe to start with, which was laying right on top of his dresser. The first thing he took notice of was the underwear resting on his clothes pile. He sighed and felt his face flush, feeling embarrassed as he held up the tiny pair of briefs. As stated before, his mother, Sharie Bunbury, was a very successful tailor, having created a small business of making clothes for people of all shapes and sizes. Because of Dylan's oversized cock, she took the priority of making sure anything she made would fit him without tearing!

However, he was the youngest sibling of four, so that meant he was often doted and babied a lot, and this lead to him having a large collection of some rather immature underwear. If you could think of a pattern, character, or color, it was no doubt printed on a pair of little briefs that had no business fitting a very hung bunny! In particular, the pair he was holding currently was colored yellow, with a dark blue waistband and trim. It was patterned in graduation caps, with the words 'COLLEGE BOY!' printed out on the butt in large, obnoxious blue letters. The tag, naturally, advertised his mother's business: 'Bunbury Bottoms'.

The boy felt his rod stir a bit, so he decided to quickly dress before he got too hard to properly fit his underwear over his dick. Stepping in, one would've expected the underwear to snap and rip apart the moment they reached over his fat balls! However, the cotton was so soft and stretchy, that they had no issue fitting around his crotch. As he snapped the waistband over his rather round, bubbly butt, his tail poked out of the hole that was cut in the back for him. The bunny looked in his mirror and posed a bit, smiling some as he looked over his somewhat feminine frame.

"Wow Dyl... first day of going to college..." He said to himself, turning around to look at his backside. "...and you're still wearing undies that even a child wouldn't be caught wearing," He sighed, beginning to put the rest of his outfit on. A plain, baggy t-shirt with jeans would work well enough for him, as he brushed his long, shaggy hair and put it back into a simple ponytail.

As he stepped into the kitchen, the smell of fresh pancakes filled his nostrils, smiling as he was greeted by his mother, who smiled gently to him. "Oh, hey Dyl! I made your favorite this morning!"

"Thanks, mom," He'd say, kissing her cheek and sitting at the table. It felt... empty, especially since his own siblings went off to college and their own careers as it was. Dylan felt bad, seeing as how he was soon doing the same, and would be leaving his mom all by herself. She probably sensed the same feeling, as she was loading his helping of breakfast with as much as she could fit on the plate.

"Eat up, baby, you'll need all the energy you can get!" She'd say, sitting right across from him, her smile becoming more sad. "So, still thinking about an art degree honey bun?"

Dylan nodded as he gently ate the pancakes, thinking to himself. He knew she wasn't asking out of disappointment, but out of genuine curiosity. "I think so. Mostly for creative writing stuff, but drawing classes wouldn't be bad either."

"Good to hear!" She said proudly, sipping on some orange juice. "You know, Melissa is still out touring with that little rock band she created with her friends. What were they called again..?"

Dylan hesitated a bit, unable to keep himself from snickering. "Uh, The Alley Bitches, mom," He answered. Knowing his sister and the group of girls she usually hung out with, that wasn't a surprising development. She _loved_to torment and bully others, especially Dylan. Same could be said for his other two brothers, Roger and Stevie. Roger went into a career with basketball, and Stevie was still taking classes for computer science. He knew expectations for his own future were quite high, yet even he didn't know where to go, aside from doing what he felt like he wanted to.

Regardless, his mother was happy for him, eager to see what he would do. "Oh, that's right! Her and her punk attitude..." She said with a nostalgic giggle. "Hopefully you can make some new friends there. Is there anything else we need to do before classes? Orientation? Books?" She asked her son, who replied with a shake of his head.

"No, mom, it's all good. Everything's ready," He'd say with a smile. Already attended orientation, already signed up for classes, got the books and supplies I need, heck, I even have a dorm room ready."

"Oh yes, I remember! A single, right?" She said, thinking aloud at this point. "They were out of double rooms... I could've hooked you up!"

"Moooom..." Dylan groaned, feeling his cheeks flush as his mom giggled. She always asked him why he hasn't got a girlfriend or a boyfriend the entire time he was in high school, much to the amusement of his siblings.

"I'm just teasing, Dylly," She said, patting his hand. "Still though, don't try to be a loner, okay?" She said in a serious tone. "I know it's... hard. Especially with some... differences," She said, her own face flushing as she cleared her throat. The boy said nothing, his ears folding back in recognition of what she meant. "You're still my Dylly-Willy honey bunny and I don't want you to feel left out. I want you to have fun, but I also want you to be careful! You're very smart, and I know you'll make the right decisions," Sharie continued proudly, wiping her eyes with a free hand as she teared up.

Dylan smiled gently, rubbing her hand in return. "I'll be careful, mom. I love you," He said in response.

"Love you too," She replied, sniffling a bit and wiping her face again. "Now, finish eating, Dylly!" With that, the bunny nodded and continued his breakfast in peace.

Before the two bunnies knew it, Dylan's car was packing up his car with his belongings. With one final, long goodbye, he hugged and kissed his mother before stepping in and waving to her with the promise to call her often.

It was going to be a bit of a trip to the campus, so he decided to play some music and relax as he cruised down the highway. He heard his phone buzz a few times, only take a few seconds to glance at the screen. He knew better than to text while driving. Apparently, his mom had texted his siblings that he was headed off to school, and were sending him their well wishes... in their own way of course.

Roger, a star basketball player, had sent, "Hey, Dylly Willy! Congrats on finally joining the big league like the rest of us! Hope you got undies to match, lol!" Dylan rolled his eyes at that statement, continuing to read in between every few seconds. "But seriously, good luck out there. Stay away from any frats, and take care!"

Next up was his other brother, Stevie. He had already gone to college, yet it was one different from the one Dylan was headed to. "Hey, Dyl, hope you like college! Don't hesitate to call us if you get into any trouble. Unless you get caught in another wedgie, in that case you're on your own!" Dylan grumbled a bit at this text as well, knowing that he was infamous for getting into situations such as wedgies, or humiliating pranks.

Finally, Melissa had sent one to him as well. "Sup Dyl, hope you like more school. Wasn't really my thing, as you could tell. Hope you get successful, it's always a struggle. By the way, Felicia says she's gonna come visit you to eat you up lol". The bunny shuddered as he remembered the crazy fox girl. Why she was so obsessed with him, he'll never know... "But ya, good luck, and try not to get too hung over. You're absolutely the type to wake up in the middle of campus with no clothes, lol"

Dylan sighed and set his phone to the side finally, returning his full attention to the road before he veered off to the side too much. He knew it was going to be a long trip, so his mind filled with questions.

Was anyone going to like him? Would he pass his classes? Would he meet anyone from his old school, and who? Would the reputation of being a virgin loser, or a fat-cocked pervert follow him? What about those dreams? Did they mean anything? Were they a sign of what was to come? Dylan inhaled and exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Well... guess we'll find out, won't we, Dylly old boy?"