Characters: rabbits (Tony, 8, carefree; Johnson, 35, strict).
	It was night. At Tony Rabbit’s house, the eight-year-old brown rabbit was eating his dinner. His parents were at the table with him. Suddenly, the rabbit asked:
- Hey, mom, is there chocolate milk in the fridge still?
- Yes, honey, you can have it – said the rabbit mother.
	The father, however, intervened:
- I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s there for too long and I believe it expired after being open for two weeks.
- Oh, don’t be silly… - says the mother. - It’s just one or two days… I’m sure he will be fine!
- I will not allow that – says the father. - In fact, I’ll throw it away as soon as I get the chance.
	Tony sighed. Dad was always só strict… Then again, it was a matter of love… When Tony finished the meal, he went to put the dishes to wash and eyed at the fridge. He felt too tempted to resist and opened it. Then he drank the chocolate milk that his dad told him not to drink. He finished and went to brush his teeth.
	After that, he walked to his dad and cuddled him on the sofa, while they watched something on television. After a few hours… Tony felt kind of sick. He left the sofa to go to the bathroom. He didn’t feel nauseous, but felt like something was up in his midsection. He lowered his shorts and sat on the throne. What followed was a difficult night: Tony had diarrhea. He spent the rest of the night coming and going from the bathroom, until he was too tired to leave the bed. After sleeping for some four hours, he woke up, before the sunrise, and walked to the bathroom, taking another watery dump before going back to bed and sleeping. Dad knew full well that Tony had disobeyed him, but the discomfort of pooping all the time was enough punishment.
	Next day came. Tony, thankfully, seemed to be over the diarrhea by the morning. He took a lot of water to hydrate, but seemed fine. After lunch, he got dressed to go to school. While he was getting dressed, he started to feel really thirsty… He went to drink more water. He didn’t know, however, that such sudden thirst was actually his body preparing another load of runny poop. He was not fully recovered, even though he thought he was. Under those conditions, he kissed his dad and mom, then went to school.
	On the way to the school, Tony’s body began to make itself painfully known. Tony felt an urge to go poop one more time. He looked back. His house was already só far… Then he looked forward: his school was a few meters away. If he went back home, used the toilet, then went back all the way to school, he would be late and mister Johnson would give him a lecture. He was not up to being scolded in front of the rest of the class for being late. Especially because Johnson was the kind of teacher who would not say “you are late”, but “why are you late?” Tony could not say he was late because he had diarrhea… On the other hand, he couldn’t lie about anything convincingly… “I’ll hold it.”, he thought.
	He sat at his table. Mister Johnson entered the room soon after. Everyone looked at the clock, to ensure Johnson had arrived in time, like he always do. Some giggled whenever they saw that Johnson indeed entered the classroom at 13:30 (1:30 pm). It never failed. It’s easier for Johnson to not come to class than to arrive late, or even sooner than expected. The only time it happened, it snowed on summer.
	Tony rubbed his tummy. He expected that his urge would subside when he sat down, but it did not. His poop required as much strength to be contained now than it required when he was going to school. That meant that the liquid was already at the very exit and the only thing holding it back was the sphincter. Because it’s liquid, gravity alone, without the movement of the bowels, pulled the poop down, giving that sphincter a workout.
	As time passed by, Tony noticed that it was not just his bowels that needed emptying: a lot of the water he drank to hydrate was not used to make stools and was filling his tiny bladder. He wanted to pee. But he set his mind into enduring until it was time to go back home. Which would be at 17:00 (5:00 pm). That’s because the bathrooms are gross. Some of them don’t have toilet lids or even seats. You would need to sit on the cold, dirty porcelain of the vase. To make matters worse, many toilets had broken flushes. There was not a single time one would visit the bathroom without being greeted by the smell of stale poop coming from five out of six toilets. It was a nightmare. Because of that, most students held their waste until they were back home. The ones who couldn’t hold it would seek alternatives: behind the bushes, under the slide, inside a water bottle brought from home. Anything, but the toilet.
	Time passed by. The pressure in the bowels remained constant and Tony could get used to that, even though it was really uncomfortable. But the bladder is another matter. The body produces poop at a slower rate than it produces pee. The urine kept dripping into the bladder, stretching it. The waistband of the schoolboy shorts started to become an annoyance…
	Tony survived the first period. During recess, Tony left his chair. The weight in his tummy, from bowel and bladder, sunk down, straining his sphincters which remained shut. For the next 15 minutes or só, he could play some hide and seek. His friends and Tony gathered in the playground. One of his friends would seek, while the others would hide, which included Tony. Not even while playing Tony’s urges would leave his mind. He found himself squeezing his willy só often that it would become half-erect. While he hid behind a bush, he realized he could relieve himself there and then. He just had to be quick.
	He peeked from his hiding spot (he was between a bush and a wall, that separate the school ground and the world outside). Tony noticed that the seeker was far. He started to pull his shorts down carefully. Then, he slid his underwear down, exposing his butt. His growling belly seemed to fill more all of sudden. He just had to push now… but he had to find a way to poop without peeing, because his shorts were still on and it could splash on the short. Tony couldn’t take his shorts down fully, or he would risk being unable to put them back on if the seeker were to approach. He tried to push lightly, hoping not to pee in the process, while keeping an eye for the seeker. Suddenly, the seeker noticed someone looking from the bushes! The friend began running towards Tony’s hiding spot! With no time for relief, Tony begrudgily pulled his underwear and shorts back up and ran to the clean area. So did the seeker, who arrived there first. With that, Tony lost. Now, he had to look for his friends.
	Thankfully, the time was up and they had to go back to class for the second period. After running, Tony was thirsty… He knew he would regret it, but he was sweating a lot, not only because of the game, but also because of the effort of containing himself. He was going insane. The constant crotch grab gave him a powerful erection, but his penis was small enough to not be noticed in an aroused state. Tony went back to class, with his tummy freshly replenished with water.
	It was 15:30 (3:30 pm). It’s been a while since the urge was first felt. The bladder is stretching and it needed emptying… Moreover, the rectal sphincter was exhausted. Sometimes, it would tremble menacingly, threatening to cave into the weight of the liquid stools right above it. Tony felt like he was carrying a stone uphill. He started to shudder from time to time. Tony’s hand would not stop rubbing his taut belly, his tank full of watery goods crying to come out.
	Mister Johnson noticed that something was wrong with Tony right at the first period. However, because the recess would not take long to come, he dismissed it. But now, seeing that Tony clearly didn’t use the washroom as he was supposed to, his interest was ignited. There are many reasons why someone would take the role of teacher and one of them was to exercise dominance. Johnson was just like that. His first option was to be a judge, but he could never be admitted into the law school. He settled with pedagogy. It’s not the same thing, but it’s close enough, since he liked to cause and watch the discomfort of those forced to work with him. One of his favorite ways to do só was to deny his students the right to use the bathroom, arguing that they needed discipline to get through life. He would get hard whenever he did that, than save the mental image for later. At home, he would jerk off to the memories of the day.
	And now Tony was teasing him. Johnson kept lecturing the class, but stole a few glances at the cub who kept a hand under his schoolboy shirt, rubbing his tummy, while the other paw squeezed and groped between those thighs. Tony was erect, after all that touching and feeling. Figuring that, Johnson had to continue the lecture while sitting, só that his adult arousal could go unnoticed.
	After the explanation of the theme was over, it was time to do a questionaire. Johnson recited the questions aloud, só that the students could note them down and then answer them. He did só, in order to not get up and make his boner obvious to the entire class. While the students were  answering the questions, Johnson calmed himself. He then got up and started to walk towards Tony, using his self-control to not get another erection. He suddenly pat Tony’s head while Tony was busy with both his urges and his classwork. Tony looked up at Johnson. Even though Johnson’s gesture seemed friendly, the teacher’s face was as cold and opressive as ever. In reality, that’s because Johnson is really bad with showing affection or encouragement. It was almost as if he didn’t know how to smile. Nobody in the school knew, but Johnson had no wife, partly because of that. He doesn’t know how to not be strict. Johnson left Tony and walked around the class, to see how other students were doing…
	Tony’s urge to poop was still there, bothering, testing Tony’s ability to keep himself contained. But his urge to pee was growing faster. He could feel his urethral sphincter tremble too, whenever his bladder was squeezed by his own body’s inner workings. He lifted his shirt and looked at his belly. He could be hallucinating, but he sure seemed fatter. Or rather, inflated. He didn’t remember his tummy being that big! He lowered the waistband of his shorts a little, to keep them from digging too hard in his bladder.
	Suddenly, the urethral sphincter opened for a short while. Tony squeezed his penis harder, causing it to swell a little from the short amount of urine that came out. He panted, exhausted. Putting pressure on his pelvic floor in order to continue holding it sure demands energy. He felt drained everywhere, except that only place that mattered. Tony was drawing power from his every cell to keep his sphincters shut and the waste inside. A little more came out. The penis was swollen. If Tony took his hand from there, it would dampen his underwear.
	Moreover, his clean butt was about to get very dirty. Tony tried to imagine how clean his butt was then. A clear brown fur. It probably even smelled good. But Tony’s tummy was not only full of poop: it was also filling with gas. Whenever the bowels moved slightly, the gas behind the liquid matter pushed it, applying more pressure on his exhausted muscles. Tony was trembling all over and also sweating. He looked at the clock. It was a hopeless battle… He was only 30 minutes into the second period. One more hour to go. He knew he could not make it. Tony had to use the bathroom.
	More urine came out, this time a few droplets, rather than mean spurts. The iron grip on Tony’s penis stiffened the tiny tool. Of course Tony was not aroused. It was just a mechanical erection, that happens when too much stuff goes on in the underwear area. Friction, for example… Plus, there’s not a lot of room in a cub’s abdomen. A super full bladder would stimulate the prostate.
	The trembling urethral sphincter continued to be strained, as the body tried to push the urine out. Tony didn’t take his paw from his crotch. He could not pay attention to the questionnaire anymore. Spurt kept coming out and swelling the penis further. It started to hurt. Finally, the gates opened and the penis became too swollen and painful. Tony couldn’t keep up with that and decided that he had enough. He gradually released his penis, causing the urine to come out slowly. The shorts soaked up and a puddle formed under his chair. Nobody noticed… or was it?
	Pressure started to build in his belly. It was a fart, eager to come out. Tony felt that he could push that one out, if he could just adjust his seat right. He lifted one cheek, tilting his body, and managed to release it silently.
- What is this smell? - asked a classmate.
- Someone probably shat themselves! - said the other.
	Indeed, the smell was só rancid that Tony himself was having trouble enduring it. Now that the urine was out, Tony felt like he could hold his diarrhea until the end of the second period. With that, he gave his best. Finally, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. After four hours holding it, Tony was in a great deal of pain.
	Tony could not run to the bathroom, because he was just só full. A wrong step could cause the entirety of that poo to come out. He walked funny towards the school bathroom, willing to use it in a moment of emergency. But just when Tony was about to enter the bathroom, with one paw on the door and the other squeezing his butt, Johnson holds Tony’s paw.
	Tony looked at Johnson.
- Why are you using that bathroom? - he asked to Tony.
- What do you mean? - Tony asked back.
- That bathroom is certainly too dirty for someone as cute as you to use – Johnson said back.
- “Cute”? - asks Tony.
- Come here, my student… I’ll let you use the teachers’ washroom…
	With that, Johnson pulled Tony away from the bathroom he was about to use. However, because Tony was being taken by hand by the most strict teacher he ever had, his bowels froze. He didn’t know how to react to such authority. Especially… when such authority called him “cute”. Tony anticipated that he would be molested: he was being taken by a mean teacher to somewhere without any survelliance, just when he was about to do something só intimate as pooping, and he was being dragged into it by Johnson’s strong, big hand tugging on his left wrist.
	The two enter the bathroom. Tony is nervous… and Johnson locks the door. The looming teacher looks at little Tony, who is só scared that he couldn’t let his bowels loose even if he wanted to.
- You are indeed pretty cute, when looked at this closely – said Johnson.
	Tony wanted to step back, but he was frozen. He started to shake. Johnson lifted Tony’s shirt and rubbed a hand on Tony’s belly, which began growling again.
- Seems like you have to go really badly – said Johnson. - How long have you been holding this?
- Since I left home… - Tony answered.
- Is it soft or hard?
- Very soft…
	The hand kept rubbing. Sometimes, the thumbs dig in that tummy.
- Did you have a wetting accident too? - Johnson asked. - You appear to be só wet…
	- Yes, sir… - Tony answered, bending his legs a little suddenly, as his body was trying to use the distraction of fear to void the waste there and then.
-  Let’s see how long you can hold it – says Johnson, going behind Tony and then hugging him from behind, kneading on that tummy.
	Tony keeps trying to hold. Johnson kneaded Tony like he was squeezing a plastic bag full of water. Tony felt like his sweat was cold.
- Please, I gotta poo… - Tony whimpered.
- Be strong – says Johnson.
	Tony’s anus dampened. The disaster was imminent. A wet fart came out.
- Teacher, I’m gonna have an accident! - Tony cried out.
- Be strong, you can hold it way longer – said Johnson.
	The adult hugged Tony by the waist, tightly squeezing that belly. Tony felt mad. He was angry now. He thought he could make Johnson stop if he crapped his pants. Worst case scenario, he could just rattle Johnson to the principal and his dad. But something kept him from doing it. He couldn’t let it out on purpose. Yet, the tight squeeze made it too much to bear. Squirt after squirt came out. The underwear soaked at the back with the thick liquid. Johnson inhaled, getting a firm boner, which he pulled from his previously unbuttoned pants, jerking it and rubbing it’s tip on the tyke’s filling ass.
	While Tony felt uncomfortable with the loading that he was making, he noticed that his teacher’s hands were starting to rub and massage softer… He also pet the boy’s head. It almost felt like Tony was being cuddled now. The liquid matter fell to the floor. It stunk a lot… 
- Now that you are feeling better – said Johnson, who was still jerking himself. -, would you want a shower and, perhaps, a change of clothes?
- A change of clothes… - said Tony. - That… would be nice…
	Johnson this time smiled almost genuinely, but still lascivously. He pulled Tony’s shirt off. The bunny was kinda tubby, result of his body ridding itself of the baby fat. He looked miserable. He turned and saw his teacher crouching, stroking his long erection. Tony stepped back, lost balance and fell on his loaded rear.
- What are you going to do? - he asked, panicking.
- Nothing more than what I did – assured the teacher. - If you are afraid that I would stick my virility in you, rest assured that such thing will not happen.
	Tony was impressed at how Johnson could still keep such calm in his voice. It was like he could not leave the lecturing modulation. Everything he said came out as if it was directed to his class. Always calm, clear, and only slightly opressive. Johnson never lied, though… Perhaps he meant it, when he said that no penetration would occur…
- Allow me to continue undressing you – said Johnson, stroking his erection softer now.
	With such a quivering boner, it was out of this world that his voice wouldn’t even shake a little bit. Even his panting, which was happening, was só silent that it was not felt in his voice. Tony got up and walked towards his teacher, now feeling that the sudden sit made some of the liquid poop go to the front of his underwear. He felt the poop clinging to his sack and willy as he walked. Johnson pulled Tony’s shorts down, revealing the loaded, red briefs, and the soaked thighs…
- You look wonderful and ripe for a shower – said Johnson.
	Tony felt that such sentence didn’t make much sense. “Ripe for a shower?” It seemed like the impassivity was melting. That was not a good sign for Tony. Johnson was dropping his polite, “professional” demeanor.
- Just to make sure… you will not rape me, right? - Tony asked again.
	Johnson hugged the cub and sniffed his head fur.
- I never lie – said Johnson.
	Tony was inclined to believe. Yet, he felt that Johnson’s actions were telling a different story.  Johnson pulled that underwear down. He looked at Tony’s now naked and royally dirty frame. Then, Johnson also began to strip. Tony’s heart was racing. He wanted to believe that he wouldn’t be raped, but now Johnson was completely naked in front of Tony, sporting an erection that in nothing resembled Tony’s own asleep penis.
- Come – said Johnson, going to the shower.
	Tony had no choice. He was locked in the bathroom with someone much bigger and stronger. He had to collaborate. The water was on. Johnson used one hand to jerk himself and the other to massage and clean Tony’s butt, legs, penis, scrotum, clearly taking his sweet time, longer than necessary. Finally, Tony noticed Johnson’s panting. Sometimes, the penis would teasingly rub on Tony’s tush cheeks, making his heart rate peak. Tony was also feeling slightly aroused by the gentle touch that was being delivered all over his lower body. Johnson saved the best for the last: the anus. Tony felt the finger being rubbed on that anus só nicely. Tony couldn’t help it and started to get very erect, getting into it. But even though his body was enjoying, his mind was in disagreement with what was happening.
	Johnson noticed what was going on, but made no comment on it. Johnson did feel guilty over that, but his lust spoke louder. Noticing that the rabbit in front of him was hard, he felt close to his own orgasm. Finally, after another three minutes of “washing”, Johnson came. Since Tony was facing the wall while Johnson was ministering that butt, Tony didn’t notice the seed splashing on the floor. Only after that, Tony was clean enough.
	Johnson started to gently massage Tony’s stiffened genitals.
- You can turn to me now – said Johnson.
	Tony turned to Johnson, who was now softening. Tony, now seeing that the penis looked less threatening, felt a hint of pride. His body, which was not particularly beautiful, could give someone that much pleasure. Johnson continued to feel Tony.
- You are very beautiful, you know that? - said Johnson rubbing soap on Tony. - And now you will smell só good!
	Fondling and ministering Tony’s body started to make Johnson harden up some more. Tony was still as hard as he could be.
- Thanks, teacher… - said Tony. - You are not bad either…
	Johnson blushes a little under his fur.
- So, no hard feelings about this? - asked Johnson.
- I did not like it, mister… even though it felt good at the end… it felt really bad at the beginning and the half…
- But… that’s only because… I didn’t know how to approach you for that – Johnson confessed. - I have trouble expressing affection, Tony.
	To wash Tony’s body, Johnson had to squat down in the shower. That gave Tony the impression that he was in control, since he was “taller” with his teacher in such position.
- I really don’t want this to happen again – said Tony, petting Johnson. - This was the last time.
	Johnson nodded.
- I can understand that… - said the teacher. - Can it be our secret?
	Tony thought for a few seconds.
- If you can jerk me and make me cum – said Tony, now feeling confident, seeing his teacher taking a less authoritarian position.
	Johnson continued to fondle, his movements becoming a proper stroking. Tony held his teacher’s both shoulders, bending over somewhat. Tony clenched up, making his tiny ding bounce. Johnson was fully hard again, seeing that Tony was getting into it. However, Johnson set his mind into giving pleasure to the cub. He can relieve his second hard-on at home. After three minutes, Tony, feeling só very proud of himself, with his ego só big that it barely fit in his heart, came. However, Tony was still too young to produce any seed. His orgasm was dry. Johnson only knew that Tony was done because the cub started to soften.
- It’s time to redress, Tony – said Johnson, recovering his usual tone.
	Johnson dried himself and Tony, then dressed himself in his usual clothed. He went to the lost and found room, grabbed an uniform and went back to the bathroom, helping Tony to redress. Because the underwear was ruined, Tony had to go back home commando.
	After that incident, Johnson never tried anything against Tony again. They seemed to become friendly to each other, but Tony still couldn’t get over the fact that feared reincidence. Yet, Johnson felt too guilty about what he did to do something like that again. Nonetheless, both recalled the thrilling incident in their nightly fantasies.