Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Lab Rabbit

Chapter 2: Science Project Experiment

	Dylan stumbled his way to the gym after being set free by his science teacher. Since the senior class had elsewhere to be, they didn't follow or pursue him. As he reached his freshman class, he joined with his two friends, Cutie and Cindy. Their eyes widened a bit as they saw the bunny, sporting a fresh lipstick mark on his cheek. "Looks like someone was a good assistant!" Cutie joked, poking his cheek gently with her finger. 

	The male bunny flushed and tried to wipe his face with his hand, but the mark barely smudged. "Hah, yeah... she was quite happy to have me, that's for sure," He said, trailing off some. He felt his knees wobble a bit as he remembered what just happened. Dylan turned to Cindy as they all walked in. 

	"You're lucky, honestly! Do you think if I asked, she'd let me be her assistant?" The mouse asked innocently. Dylan flushed deeply and cleared his throat, heading towards the boys' locker room. 

	"Erm... s-sure! Her lessons do tend to get very... involved, as you know," He said vaguely, quickly ducking in to the washroom. Cindy beamed at his answer, walking into the girls' locker room with Cutie, who promptly swatted playfully at her bottom, making Cindy jump and squeak out. 

	"Nerd!" She laughed. 

	Soon, the freshmen class were gathered up outside. Coach Ashton had them all go through various physical challenges and activities. Going through each student one at a time, he'd time and grade them all based on how they did. He pointed to Dylan to start with, who stepped forward with a bit of a gulp. 

	While Dylan was certainly not the athletic type, he was quite fast, managing to run a couple of laps in very little time. Being a rabbit, his jumping was also quite good. Squats weren't a problem, either, but he had less success with push-ups and pull-ups. After the entire challenge, the Coach let the bunny go and sit on the bleachers to rest. Breathing heavily, Dylan nodded and moved over to the bleachers to sit as Coach pointed to another student to time. 

	Dylan reclined a bit on the bleachers, watching the other students go on with the assignment. Soon, as he shifted around, he felt his shirt snag on something. Since the bleacher were metal, he assumed that this kind of thing was normal and moved his hand back to move his shirt, he felt something... no, someone grip his fingers. With a sudden yelp, he was pulled into the bleachers, feeling more hands grip his shirt, as well as the waist of his pants. One voice whispered up to him. Upon hearing how familiar it sounded, his ears perked and his eyes widened. 

	"Come behind the bleachers, Dylly-Willy. Don't scream for help and don't run, or we'll rip your clothes off right here," The voice whispered harshly. Dylan gulped and merely let out a bit of a scared whisper back. 

	"F-fine," He replied simply. In saying that, the hands retracted from his body. The bunny sighed and shook his head, slowly sliding and standing up, heading to the back of the bleachers. He turned his head back towards the group, hoping someone would notice him and wonder why he was walking behind the bleachers. This thought was put to rest immediately, as he saw the coach and a few other students surround another student, who was laying on the ground. Apparently, he passed out from lack of oxygen, at least from the looks of it. Dylan had no time to dwell on this now, however, as he had to keep walking. 

	Soon, he made his way to the back of the bleachers, hidden among the shadows. He glared up at the group the best he could, seeing the face of Sal and his posse of bullies. All of them were grinning quite a bit. Mikey, the lemur, was the only one who seemed to be hiding something behind his back, however. Everyone else had their hands visible in some sense. 
	
	"Been awhile since we last saw ya, Dylly-Willy! You're not avoiding us, are ya?" Sal asked, looking him over some. As usual, all of them were wearing black hoodies. 

	Dylan merely shook his head. He felt somewhat relieved that they hadn't resorted to tricking and gagging him, this time. "N-no, Sal," He said, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers. The raccoon grinned and shook his own head. 

	"Yeah, I bet. Anyways, all we wanna do is ask ya a favor. A small one, so don't get too nervous," He said with a laugh. Sal then turned his head to Mikey and jerked his head at the bunny. With that, the lemur pulled out what looked like a pair of ear buds connected to a phone. Dylan tilted his head as he eyed it. It certainly didn't seem out of the ordinary in any way. 

	"What did you guys have in mind?" The bunny asked cautiously. The squirrel boy chimed in, grinning in a bit of a wicked manner as he stared up Dylan. 

	"Sal here's got a science project due, and he asked us to help him out. 'Course, while we could certainly come up with somethin', we needed someone willing to test out his project," He explained. 

	"That's where you come in, bun bun," The hyena continued, pointing a finger at him. He was looking over Dylan as well, licking his lips as he leaned against the back of the bleachers. Soon, Mikey handed Dylan the phone, putting the ear buds in each of his long ears. 

	"Stand still a sec, Dylly..." Mikey murmured to himself. Once he got them in, Dylan stood there rather awkwardly, looking between them. 

	"...so uh, what's supposed to happen?" Dylan asked in a confused tone. Mikey fidgeted with the phone for a little as Sal answered him. 

	"Well, my project has somethin' to do with music, and how it can 'subconsciously' control people. With the help of my friends, we made a song that could change the way someone thinks," He answered, grinning widely. "Have fun being our guinea pig, Dylly-Willy."

	Dylan began to object, flushing and starting to reach up to pull the ear buds out. "O-okay, I see where this is going, and it's not gonna hap-" Dylan was soon cut off as the lemur turned the song on. In almost an instant, it froze Dylan, who slowly lowered his hands to his hips. 

	The song itself sounded electronic, various pitches played in sync with each other as a consistent beat played underneath the tone. Just describing it made it sound like it would be a boring melody, but from the look on Dylan's face, it was quite relaxing. His face softened up and he seemed to slowly turn into deep thought. It almost felt like waves rushing over his body as the pitch changed slowly from a low key all the way up to a high key. Dylan sighed in content as his body relaxed. 

	The bunny had closed his eyes to enjoy the weird sounds of the 'music', the group watching him and biding their time. After a minute or so, Sal leaned over to Mikey. "How long before we can give him commands?" He whispered. 

	"Shouldn't be too much longer. He already seems to be coming under our commands," The lemur replied, looking at the rabbit. Dylan's whole body felt wonderful, as if he were floating in mid-air. At that moment, while Dylan wouldn't feel any different, the music seemed to change in how it sounded. The beat of the music picked up in tempo, and the melody of the music became a bit more entrancing, almost like dance music. The rest of the music seemed to pile on, adding on to the whole experience. His body shivered a bit, as if it were ready to fall backwards in peace. 

	In that moment, Mikey nodded at Sal, who began to walk towards the bunny. The raccoon raised an eyebrow, looking upon the contented and oblivious boy. Leaning forward, he uttered a single command to get his attention. "Eyes open," Sal muttered. 

	In Dylan's mind, as the music played, a soothing voice that was neither male nor female spoke aloud to him in his mind. "Eyes open," It told him. Offering no resistance and keeping a relaxed smile on his face, the bunny's eyes fluttered open. Despite the fact that he looked awake, his consciousness was still in his own mind, surrounded by a multitude of colors and abstract shapes. His eyes appeared glazed over as he stared forward at the group of boys, who all looked to each other, proud of their work. 

	Sal grinned and turned back the rest of his group. "So far, so good! Now, let's see how far we can take this," He added, turning back to the bunny. "Now... dance for us, Dylly-Willy." 

	In his mind, Dylan heard the soothing voice echo once more in his thoughts. "Dance for us," It seemed to encourage. Of course, he would oblige, starting to shake his hips to the beat of the music he was listening to.

	The way he danced was unlike any sort of move the bunny could do. In fact, he was quite awkward when it came to dancing in the first place. However, the beats and rhythms of the music seemed to control how he moved himself. He rotated his body in a erotic fashion, moving in arms in a rather sensual way as they ran up and down his body. He shook his behind to the rest of the group, who enjoyed their show. They snickered and even whistled at him as he continued on. 

	"Not bad, Dylly-Willy! Why not make this a striptease while you're at it, huh? Make it more fun for all of us?" He asked in a commanding tone, the raccoon feeling the bulge grow in his baggy pants with one hand. 

	"Take off your clothes for me," The soothing voice echoed to Dylan. Offering no resistance, the bunny merely nodded in a dazed fashion, reaching his hands down to his shirt. As he gyrated his hips, he started to pull his shirt up and above his head, soon taking it off of his body and twirling it around his hand for a bit before tossing it to the boys. The boys whistled and hooted at the bunny in between their laughs. The squirrel caught his shirt and giggled a little as he admired the shirtless bunny with the rest of them. 

	Of course, this was only the beginning, as while Dylan shook his rear at them, he pulled his hands to his pants and started to slowly and teasingly wiggle them down his body. Eventually, they got low enough to where the fell downwards on their own. He kicked his jeans off and soon stood in nothing but his clown patterned briefs. This caused an uproarious laughter among the group as they watched him dance in his silly underwear. 

	"Haha! Dylly-Willy's wearing silly clown underpants!" The orca laughed, pointing a large finger at him, sporting a fat bulge in his pants. 

	"Hehehe! Only the funniest briefs for the funniest bunny!" The squirrel giggled, also pointing a finger, his pants sporting a smaller, yet still noticeable, bulge. 

	The hyena remained quiet, but he was watching with wide eyes, licking his lips as he fondled his own erection through his pants with both hands. 

	As Mikey laughed, he recorded the entire dance scene with his phone, looking up at Sal. "What do you think, Sal?" He asked curiously. 

	Sal remained silent for a bit as well, watching as the bunny gyrated forward once more. He had his hands behind his head and was bouncing his hips forward, making his fat bulge bounce in his briefs. The bulge started to grow and grow, making his usual massive tent. As it grew, the boys whistled and hooted at him some more, Dylan responding with nothing more than an oblivious wink and kissy faces. 

	Eventually, Sal spoke up as the bunny bucked forward. "Boys... I think ya know what time it is..." He began. The others turned to him and grinned widely. As they all turned back at the dancing Dylan, they all began to chant one phrase, over and over again.

	"Pee your undies! Pee your undies! Pee your undies!" They continued.

	Dylan danced away, the chants seeming to melt into his subconscious a little. This would be the first time he hesitated, his bucking slowing down a bit as a wet spot formed at his swollen tip. However, the voice cooed into his brain as the chants repeated at him. "You're such a hot little dancer, bunny. Why not take a... bathroom break?" It said. 

	For the first time since he put on the ear buds, Dylan spoke up to the voice. In his mind, he said the words, "Sounds good to me." However, out loud and in front of the entire group of bullies, his voice sounded very... silly. Dylan was now speaking in an over-the-top cutesy voice. Too the group of bullies, he said, "Mmh..! Dywwy-Wiwwy's gotta wee-wee!" He gasped out, staring down at his own fat erection and groaning out loudly. In an instant, as the boys hollered in laughter, the bunny began to wet himself. It streamed through the fabric a bit, but also trickled down his enormous shaft and to his balls, pooling there a little before dripping to the ground below. He left an enormous wet spot in his clown underwear, unaware of the humiliating situation he was putting himself through.

	"Yeah, that's right, Dylly-Willy! Wee-wee in your silly undies!" Sal laughed. 

	"Bwahaha! Oh man, I can't stop laughing at this!" The orca laughed loudly. 

	"Oh, it ain't over yet, Billy!" Mikey stated, keeping his phone pointed at the urinating bunny. Once he was finished, the bunny panted heavily, rubbing his own fluffy chest. 

	In his mind, Dylan heard himself say, "I-I think I'm... c-close..." In a very soft, lustful, yet shy voice. Out loud to the group, he would gasp loudly, "Oooh..! My biiig balls are sooo full of cream!"

	The boys continued to double over in laughter, Sal peering up at the slutty bunny. At this point, Dylan was shaking his hips back and forth, making his fat erection bounce around in his wet underwear, his balls doing the same. They sloshed around lewdly, splattering the ground with more urine. 

	"Whaddya say, boys? Should we let him?" Sal asked. With a unanimous nod from everyone else, Sal turned to Dylan and grinned. "What are you waitin' for then, Dylly-Willy? Cum for all of us!" He urged. 

	The voice arrived once more, cooing into Dylan's ears gently. "Release it all, bunny. You will feel so much better..." 

	Dylan's breathing picked up and he nodded, gulping and drooling some. "Y-yeah..! Guh-gunna... c-cum!" He gasped out to the voice. Out loud, the boys heard him squeal, "Gah! B-bunny-wunny's gonna cummy-wummy!" He threw his head back and his massive cock twitched heavily. With a loud squealing moan, enormous, globby ropes of bunny cum spurted from his fat tip, through his clown underpants, and onto the ground below. Of course, some of the seed would splatter down his fat dick, much like his pee from earlier. 

	The bullies were quite pleased, laughing and cheering as Dylan came himself for them without even having to touch himself. After the immense orgasm ended after a minute and a half, the immense pleasure died down with it. Mikey reached forward and tugged the ear buds out of the bunny's ears. This quickly seemed to bring him back to reality, shaking his head as if he had just woken up. 

	"Bwuh... w-what the... what happened? Last time I remembered you put ear buds in my ears and..." He glanced at the bullies, who were all laughing and pointing at him. He peered downwards at himself and blushed deeply as he shouted out. "Gahh! O-oh no!" He gasped, trying to cover his enormous, wet bulge with both hands in a futile manner to hide some shame. Once he saw Mikey's phone recording him, he quickly looked away, pushing his hand in the way the best he could. 

	"First Dylly-Willy dances for us..." The squirrel began, giggling. 

	"Then he takes off his clothes, showing us his silly clowns!" The hyena laughed, still stroking his bulge. 

	"Dylly-Willy then wets himself, letting us watch!" The orca guffawed, stroking at his own fat bulge with one hand. 

	"Then, for the great finale, Dylly-Willy cums himself loudly and proudly!" Mikey finished, stopping his recording and putting the phone away. He tossed Sal his own phone back, who quickly pocketed it. 

	"And we got the whole thing recorded too, so you can't say that we did anythin' to you," Sal finished evilly, tossing his clothes into the ground. "Thanks for the easy A, bunnykins. Try not to make too big of a mess as you go back into the school," He said as he and the rest of the group walked off, laughing loudly with each other. 

	The bunny felt even more humiliated than before as he wiggled his shirt on. They were technically right, too. All they did was make him listen to music. He was the one who made a giant mess and dance around like a fool. Dylan's face burned a beet red as he wiggled his bulge, making sure to drip as much of the mess off as he could. He didn't want to ruin his pants, either. 

	After getting dressed, he peered out from under the bleachers. He saw everyone was already half way inside the gym. He gulped and slid along the bleachers, deciding to sneak in so he wouldn't bring attention to himself. 

	Fortunately, he succeeded, as he managed to avoid contact with everyone else as he slid quickly into the locker room. He hid in the usual stall, deciding to do some extra clean up in private. As he did so, however, he heard giggling come from the girls' locker room. At this point, he knew better than to peek in there anymore, but the laughter was loud enough for him to notice without having to look. He blinked and finished up, though he had no idea why. The growing pit in his stomach gave him an idea, however. 

	As he left, he saw gaggles of freshmen girls leave the locker room, talking among each other, breaking into fits of loud giggles. Dylan scratched his head before turning it. There, leaning against the wall, he saw Rebel, who made him flinch. She merely nodded her head and gave a wink, saying nothing. Dylan got a grim look on his face, aware of what she had done. She had shown others the video of him in Ms Redhart's science room. 

	He hurried out of the school, avoiding contact with everyone once more. Once he made it outside to where all the cars were, he saw his mom's, already filed in with his brothers. He quickly ducked inside and shut the door, almost ducking under the window. Dylan didn't have much luck, however, as he was quite tall. His mom quickly spoke up as he hopped in. "There you are! Took you a little while. What was the hold up?" She asked curiously as she began to drive. 

	The bunny merely gulped and stammered some. "Uh... had to... check on a homework assignment with a teacher," He lied. 

	Roger, his oldest brother, let out a bit of a laugh, murmuring to Roger, "I bet." The two stifled their laughs some as Dylan flushed more. Had they seen the video too? He imagined so, since his sister was friends with Rebel, and Melissa loved to share Dylan's humiliation with her siblings. He slumped in the seat a bit. 

	He felt his phone buzz and he looked at it. It was a text from Cutie. It read, "Hey, what happened to u? tried to catch up with u after our gym shit, but we couldn't find u. what gives, Dyl?" 

	Dylan hid his phone the best he could and texted back, "Long story. I'll tell you when I'm in private."