Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny Part 4 Chapter 3

Story by BunnyBriefs on SoFurry

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#11 of Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Melissa lets her friend visit her home as Dylan tries to hide from his worries.


Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny

Tighty-Whitie Challenge

Chapter 3: Dylan Meets Rebel

Melissa was laying down on the sofa, texting a friend of her's. Despite the fact that she was away from a lot of her old friends, she still found it nice to talk to them. She was even pleasantly surprised to find out that one friend she had met online was actually living in the same town that they had moved to. She had yet to meet her friend in person, and was texting her to ask when they could meet.

"hey, wanna stop by tonight? my mom's cool with company," She had texted. A minute or two would pass by before she got a few more texts from her friend.

"Maybe, I'm super pissed off rn," the text read.

Melissa tilted her head and replied back with, "why's that?"

Almost immediately after she sent the message, her friend on the other end had sent, "Stupid fucking school never refilled all of the peepholes, and someone in the boy's bathroom was staring at me WHILE I WAS SHOWERING. I can still hear his groans and squeals, what a disgusting pervert."

"omfg are you okay? did you ever find out who it was?" Melissa sent.

"I'm fine, but jesus christ once I find out who it was, they'll be sorry. All I know is they were probably a freshmen, since they have classes at the same time I do," the other replied.

At this point, Melissa had got up and headed to the kitchen, getting herself a drink. She realized that on the door of the fridge, her mom had stuck three class schedules, one for each of her brothers. She moved a finger to Dylan's, looking through each one, reading them to herself. "English, social studies, science... hmm... gym is his last class huh?"

Melissa grinned a bit, getting a bit of an evil look as she texted back her friend. "oh yeah, I think I know who it was. you'll definitely want to visit my house tonight," She had texted, leaning against the counter top.

At that point, her mom and three brothers had just walked in. Melissa put her phone away and walked into the living room. She peered over at Dylan, who was looking somewhat nervous. He quickly walked out of the living room without saying a word and headed into his room. She'd grin a bit before turning to her mom. "Hey mom, okay if I have a friend come over tonight?" She'd ask her.

"Well, sure thing, sweetie! Just as long as they're not staying overnight," Her mom said, smiling gently.

"Don't worry, they're not. Thanks, mom," She'd reply, heading to her own room, texting her friend some more. She had a plan in mind for her little brother.

Dylan sat on his bed and wiped his forehead, feeling a little high strung. He knew that he was caught watching a girl shower, but as far as he knew, she had no idea who was watching her. The bunny laid back on his bed and sighed. "If I'm lucky, she won't single me out. After all, there are lots of students she could blame. There's no way she'd figure it out," He said to himself. He shot up a bit as a thought entered his mind. "Wait... what if Sal told her?!" He exclaimed.

He laid back with a nervous laugh. "Nah... I heard the coaches say they had no idea who it was watching her. I just gotta stay low for awhil," He'd say. After a bit of relaxing, he'd get up and decide to help get his mind off of things. He played video games, did a quick bit of homework, and talked to his friends.

Dinner was uneventful for the most part as well, and thankfully he didn't have another embarrassing incident with his underwear. Since it wasn't Dylan's turn to do the dishes, he instead went to his room to finish up more homework. At that point, he heard a knock at the door. As he and the rest of his family turned their attention to it, Melissa quickly got up and headed to it. "I'll get it! It's my friend," She said.

Dylan's eyes widened as he grew scared once more, realizing the figure that stood in the doorframe as Melissa opened the door. It was the shark girl. Almost immediately, he darted off into his room, shutting the door and pinning himself against it to help barricade himself. "Oh crap, she's here! I need to stay hidden for the rest of the night until she goes away!" He said to himself.

Meanwhile, Melissa was letting the shark girl enter the house. "Heya Rebel, come on in! My room's this way," She began. Rebel work comfortable looking workout clothes, mostly yoga pants and a tight looking tank top, which showed off her body and muscles quite nicely.

Rebel gave a mere nod, walking with Melissa down the hallway without a word, giving a nod to her mom as she waved at her. "Oh good to see you!" She'd begin. "You two have fun, okay?" She'd continue, finishing up her meal as well as she set her plates in the sink.

Once the two of them were out of earshot of Melissa's mother, Rebel turned to her and asked, "So where is he? We gotta punish the little pervert."

They stopped in front of his door, where Melissa pointed a thumb at it, grinning. She'd also put a finger up to her lips silently before she tapped at his door. "Hey Dylly-Willy, got a sec? I think I left my charger in your room," She called to him.

Without opening the door, Dylan merely called back, "Uh, nope, it's not in here. Try Roger's room!" He was trying to hide the nervous tone in his voice as he held himself up against his door. Melissa looked to Rebel and shook her head, smirking some. She'd then step to the side.

"You try somethin," She'd say. With that, Rebel cracked her knuckles and gripped the door knob. She'd turn it and suddenly shove her entire body against the door. Since she was much stronger than Dylan, he was pushed forwards, landing face first onto the floor as his door flinging open. Rebel stared down with evil eyes, Melissa peeking in as well.

"So you're the one who thinks my body is a treat for them to indulge in, huh?" She began, carrying a low growling tone in her voice. Without waiting, the shark stepped in, letting Melissa follow and shut the door behind her.

Dylan rolled around, sitting up some and looking up at the strong girl with a frightened look on his face. No matter how hard he tried, though, he could barely get a sound out of his mouth that was louder than a quiet squeak of terror. "Ah.. n-no, I... uh..." He stammered.

In no time, Rebel had grabbed the front of the bunny's shirt, quickly lifting him up effortlessly and slamming him on the bed, using her whole body to keep him pinned down. He squirmed and yelped out a bit, though it was muffled due to her keeping his mouth shut with her chest. "Melissa, you know what to do," She started. Melissa nodded and quickly got her phone out again, pressing the record button on it.

Rebel began to wrestle Dylan out of his shirt and his shorts. "Let's see how you like being perved on, bunny!" She growled, getting him down to his tighty-whities. Rebel moved around so that she sitting on his stomach, her rear facing towards him. She also made sure to keep his hands pinned underneath himself, to make sure he wouldn't try to pry her off in any way. Rebel was looking at his briefs, laughing out some. She reached down and gave a very hard smack to his slowly growing bulge. "Ugh, you're already hard?! Damn, I'm gonna have a field day with you!" She mocked, slapping his bulge repeatedly. Dylan bit his lip and groaned out in both pain and arousal. If her slapping wasn't so painful, this whole scenario could be really erotic, he thought.

With each hard slap, his cock grew another inch. Rebel's eyes widened as it almost reached it's maximum length, threatening to rip them clean off. "You're still growing? Jeez, you're so big, it's disgusting!" She said, giving one final swat to his massive rod. As it shook back and forth, Dylan squealed out as his cock gave one final tug to his briefs, and shredded them completely off of his body. Only a small bit remained on his tip. His whole cock was somewhat red, sore from all of Rebel's slaps.

The shark was not done yet, though, as she threw the remains of his undies away and she looked to Melissa. "Give me a pair of his underwear," She demanded.

Dylan peered over and saw his sister dig out his final, untorn pair of tighty-whities. He shook his head and squealed out. "P-please no..! I'm so sorry! I won't peep on you again, I swear!"

Melissa tossed them to Rebel, who held them with two fingers, eyeing them over some before turning her head. She gave a big, toothy smile to him as she shook his briefs teasingly at him. "Oh, I know. But I wanna make sure this message sticks," She replied.

With that, Rebel pulled the briefs down over his cock, going as far as she could get them to go without tearing, which was about one quarter of his entire length. She then began to get up, glaring at Dylan. "If you even think about getting up, I'm ripping up your entire wardrobe and locking you outside, got it?" She threatened. Dylan merely nodded meekly.

The shark reached back and pulled off her hair tie, letting her rather long hair flow freely. She then stretched it out some, pulling down to where his underwear was, snapping it into place. Dylan yelped out a bit, biting his lip as he looked at his slightly bounded dick. His dick throbbed and twitched quite a bit, a bead of pre already drooling through the white cotton. It wasn't comfortable, either, and Rebel laughed at his misfortune.

"What's wrong? Does Dylly-Willy's big wee-wee huwt?" She cooed mockingly, putting on a baby voice to embarrass him further. Rebel then laughed evilly and spanked his cock again, making him squeal out. "Tough titties!" She exclaimed.

Melissa was watching with a wide grin, making sure to record every instance of this. At one point, Dylan turned his attention to her, giving a pleading, begging look to her. She replied with a mere shrug, not changing her expression. He was stuck like this until Rebel got bored.

The shark girl leaned down, eyeing up his massive, fat balls. She let her fingers sink into the flesh, molesting and massaging them slowly, yet very deeply, enough to cause some pain to the bunny. When Rebel heard his groans, she tilted her head. "What's wrong? Are your balls..." She leaned forward to gently nibble at them with her sharp teeth, making him shiver and squirm, his whole length drooling pre and throbbing like crazy. "...sensitive?"

She waited until Dylan gave a small noise of affirmation, nodding his head weakly. All he wanted was for her to leave her alone. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't going to be the case. She leaned up and suddenly began to slap at his balls now. The flesh rippled a little with each hard spank, making the bunny yell out in pain and pleasure.

"Gah! Nuh-aah! St-stop it- aaah! Noo!" He'd cry out helplessly, his whole body squirming and shaking, feeling Rebel use his balls as a slapping bag.

Rebel didn't stop of course. She kept going, making her swats go harder and faster, with less time for recovery. Eventually, it got to the point where Dylan couldn't contain himself anymore. He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back, face flushed a deep crimson hue.

With a loud squeal, his cock tip erupted with cum. It didn't just drool through his undies, either. As Rebel kept using his balls for her own personal amusement, his orgasm caused his undies to rip apart, his cum fountain splattering all over himself. It landed on his face, in his open moaning mouth, his cute slim belly, everywhere. Rebel was careful to not get any on her, however.

After a good two minutes, his cock finally stopped cumming, and Rebel stopped spanking his balls. Dylan lay on his pant, panting and whimpering as his balls seemed to throb with pain. His cock softened up, but was still at it's maximum length. The hair tie had snapped at one point, but his briefs were stuck to his dick.

Rebel got off of his bed and leaned to Dylan's ear, nibbling at it gently. "I have video of you cumming yourself. If I ever catch you being a dirty pervert again, I'm not only gonna post it online, but I'm gonna do what I just did to you again, only this time, it'll be in front of the whole school. Got it?" She whispered.

Dylan gulped and nodded weakly. Rebel let his head drop on his pillow as she got up and walked out. "I'll be in your room, Melissa. I'm gonna go wash my hands first," She said simply, leaving. At that point, Melissa had stopped recording and sent it to Rebel's phone, looking up and giggling at Dylan.

"Hope you learned a valuable lesson, Dylly-Willy!" She teased, waving to him before walking out. Before she shut the door, she called out something to his mom. "Mooom! Dylan made a big mess again!" She said.

Dylan gulped and stared at himself. There was no way that she'd believe his story of being assaulted by Rebel, because then he'd be admitting his own guilt of spying in on the girls' locker room. Before he could even sit up, though, his mom was at the door frame, gasping loudly as she looked at her son, covered in his own cum.

"Oh my goodness, Dylly-Willy!" She said, eyeing his naked body, as well as the remaining shreds of Dylan's tighty-whities. "Did you do this?" She asked him.

Dylan gulped, face a dark red as he stammered some. "U-uh..." He began, unable to answer.

His mom stepped into his room and opened his drawer, peering into it. "No tighty-whities..." She said to herself, looking back at him. "Did you ruin all of them already?!" She said, surprised.

Dylan merely nodded, unable to look up at her in embarrassment. With that, she sighed and shook her head. "Oh, Dylly-Willy... if you didn't wanna wear them, all you had to do was say so!" He looked up at her, confused.

"W-what..?" He started.

She smiled and giggled gently. "You just wanted to wear them to show me how much you've matured! Well, no matter how old you get, you'll always be my little Dylly-Willy!" She cooed happily. She went to leave his room, looking a lot happier. "Oh, and don't worry, sweetie, you won't have to wear plain ol' undies ever again!" She said, just about ready to leave before sticking her head back in. "Oh by the way, if you ever need to... uh..." She paused, blushing slightly as she did the jerk-off motion with her hand. "...just don't do it with your underwear on. It'll be more laundry for me," She said, closing the door.

Dylan watched as she left, sighing in defeat. He stared down at his mess and peeled the remaining underwear off his dick. "Jeez... what a day," He groaned, getting up and heading to his shower to clean up. "I could barely last two days wearing regular underwear! Oh well... it's too much trouble anyways," He'd say, starting up his shower. "I guess I'd better be lucky my mom makes super stretchy clothes."

Time passed, and it was now midnight. Sharie Bunbury was in her bedroom, finishing up her newest pair of undies. They were pastel purple, the crotch and the rear sporting the face of Daisy Duck on them. She held them up and grinned at them, nodding. "Oh, these are super cute! I'll give these to Molly tomorrow. After all, she did say she wanted new cute panties for her daughter," She said, setting the panties aside and getting up. She removed an apron and stood alone in her room, wearing matching panties and a bra. They were both green, patterned in tiny carrots.

Sharie looked over herself and giggled, moving to her bed. "Hehe..! I've always loved wearing undies like this. I'm glad my little Dylly-Willy does too!" She cooed, sitting down and removing her bra. She let it drop to the floor, letting her breasts spill free. She yawned and stretched, going under her covers and turning out the lights, going to sleep. "Hm... maybe I should make Dylly some carrot undies, too..."