Ben Wilson had always been the target of teasing. He was short, slender, and often found himself shrinking in the shadow of his much bigger and stronger neighbor, Dolly. Dolly was everything he wasn’t—tall, confident, and dressed in an intimidating gothic style. Her dark clothes and towering presence made her seem more like a force of nature than someone you’d want to mess with. Ben probably should've kept that in mind.

Dolly loved to pick on him. She called him "the runt" and constantly poked fun at his size. She'd make comments about how he looked like a lost child in a costume shop whenever she ran into him. She'd wrestle him to the ground in playful "sparring" matches, then tickle him mercilessly and leave him gasping for breath, all while laughing at his attempts to escape.

Ben had enough! He needed to get revenge! But how? One day, Ben got an idea.

Dolly was out with her friends that night, and Ben knew she’d be away for hours. For weeks, he’d been plotting a way to get back at her—something big. Something she wouldn’t forget. And the perfect opportunity had finally arrived.

Dolly owned a large gothic teddy bear—one of the strangest, most bizarre things Ben had ever seen. It had a plush body of deep black velvet, its fur matted and frayed like it had been left in an attic for years. The eyes were glass—huge, and unnervingly lifelike, gleaming red in the dim light. The stitched mouth was a thin, jagged line, and its paws were adorned with occult symbols embroidered in dark thread. It was the sort of bear you would find in a forgotten corner of a haunted house, where strange things happened.

And Ben had a plan. He figured if he could somehow sneak inside that bear, it would be the ultimate prank—he’d scare Dolly half to death, and finally get some payback. So that night, he made his move.

He had seen once where Dolly hid her spare key and used that knowledge to get into the house without making a sound. He crept down the hallway toward her room, heart pounding with excitement. But when he pushed the door open, something was wrong.

The gothic teddy bear that was normally on Dolly's bed was gone.

His heart skipped a beat. In its place, sitting innocently on the bed, was a large stuffed pink rabbit. It was soft, fuzzy, and completely out of place in Dolly's room. Where the dark, brooding bear had once sat was now this bright, cheery, almost garish bunny that was suited to the room of some kind of girly-girl.

Ben was confused but not deterred. Maybe Dolly had decided to switch out her bear for something cuter, he thought. He was still determined to go through with his prank. After all, this bunny could still work for his plan. It was large enough to fit him inside. He quickly set up a hidden camera that would record everything so when he scared Dolly, he could get it all on film.

He grabbed some scissors intending to cut a small slit along the bunny’s back, only to find… a zipper.

"Well, that’s convenient," Ben thought, feeling a wave of relief. No need to cut it open after all. He pulled the zipper and began yanking out all the stuffing, preparing for his moment of glory.

He decided to undress, knowing it would get hot inside the bunny suit, and begrudgingly slipped on a diaper. He figured he might be waiting a while, and didn’t want to take any chances. With everything in place, he slid into the stuffed bunny. To his surprise, there was some kind of plastic protrusion that was pressing up against his face. He couldn't quite get his head into the bunny head. Ben opened his mouth and was shocked that it slid perfectly into his mouth, with grooves that his teeth could fit into. At least he now fit inside the stuffed animal! He quickly went to zip up the suit behind him. But as he tugged the zipper closed, there was a sharp click. The zipper jammed.

Ben tried to wriggle inside the suit, but the fabric was too tight. His limbs were bent into the rabbit's limbs, and he couldn’t move. Worse still, he realized that he couldn’t reach the zipper at all. It was stuck, and now he was trapped. He tried to just force his way out, but the inside of the stuffed rabbit seemed to be some kind of canvas-like material. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't rip.

His stomach churned with panic. This was not how he’d imagined this prank would go. The tight confines of the stuffed bunny suit made it nearly impossible for him to breathe or move freely. Even worse, the plastic piece that had pushed into Ben's face had a plastic bit pressing his tongue down and holding it immobile. Shifting around, he couldn't get it out of his mouth or even get it to move off his tongue now that he was tightly sealed. It prevented him from speaking or making any noise. He was as mute as the stuffed rabbit he appeared to be.

Distracted, he nearly missed hearing the front door creak open and footsteps echo through the house.

"She’s back," he thought, squirming desperately inside the bunny, but it was no use. He was completely stuck.

Dolly entered the room and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced over at the large pink bunny on the bed. Her lips curled into a knowing smile. Then the smile was gone.

"Oh, that's right" she said, as if thinking out loud. "I forgot the cheerleading squad hired me to make a costume for this mascot!" She continued, pretending not to notice the bunny moving slightly. "That's right—this bunny’s going to be the mascot for the school cheerleading squad tonight! I'd better get h... it ready!"

Ben’s heart sank. Dolly thought he was still a stuffed animal! Worse, she was going to dress him up. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything. He could only watch helplessly as she began pulling out tiny, frilly cheerleader accessories—pom-poms, a mini skirt, and a tiny cheerleader top with "DUMB BUNNY" written across the chest in bold pink letters.

Dolly was grinning as she dressed him, pulling the cheerleader outfit on over the bunny’s stuffed body and adding white knee-high socks, frilly, pom-pom-covered shoes, and a little pink headband with a bow.

Ben couldn’t believe it. This was not what he had imagined when he plotted his prank. He was humiliated—stuffed into a pink bunny suit, now turned into an absurd, fluffy, cheerleader mascot. His face burned with embarrassment, but he knew if he moved, Dolly would realize he was inside the suit and then who knows what she would do!

Dolly grinned down at him, as if savoring every moment. "You're perfect," she said, lifting the stuffed bunny up by its shoulders and turning it to face the mirror. She giggled at the sight of her handiwork. "Now, you’re my adorable little bunny cheerleader." She reached down to adjust the fluffy little bunny tail, then smacked Ben's diapered bottom a few times, clearly amused by the thick padding. "Hmm. That stuffing seems a little thicker than I remember. The stuffing must've settled to the bottom. I'll need to smack it a few times so the stuffing spreads around."

Ben's eyes opened wide as Dolly reached for a large paddle. She rolled Ben over onto his front, so his little bottom was exposed with no escape.

SMACKKK!!!

Ben was grateful for the plastic in his mouth because otherwise he would've howled from the impact. Thankfully the diaper provided padding that saved him from the worst. But it still stung!

"Hmm", Dolly said. "Still doesn't sound evenly spread." Then Dolly couldn't resist an evil grin. "I'll have to hit it a bit harder!" Dolly wound up with her hard, unforgiving paddle.

SMACKK!! WHACKK!! CRACKK!! SMACKK!!!

Ben could feel the tears running down his face. It was taking everything he had not to react, not to give away that he was inside the stuffed toy. The relief was huge as he heard Dolly say "That's better" and hang up the paddle.

But what Dolly did next was far worse! She turned toward the door. "Let’s go. It’s time for the game!"

Ben, crushed in his tight bunny suit, could do nothing but let Dolly carry him to the car. She was taking him to the high school football game. He had no idea what she had planned next, but he was certain it was going to be humiliating.

The car ride felt like an eternity, and as they arrived at the stadium, Ben was finally handed over to the cheerleaders. Dolly grinned at the coach, who took one look at the stuffed bunny and raised an eyebrow. Dolly explained, "Hey girls, I brought the mascot for tonight’s game! Meet your new team member!"

The cheerleaders erupted in laughter as they looked at Ben, now dressed as an absurd, fluffy cheerleader bunny. They immediately started snapping pictures, treating him like the funniest, most ridiculous mascot they’d ever seen. Ben, trapped inside the suit, felt like he might die of embarrassment. But it only got worse.

Mindy, the head cheerleader, turned to the cheerleaders with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Okay, let’s get this bunny moving! It’s time to show the crowd!"

Ben’s heart sank. He couldn’t move or speak, and now he was about to be forced into a ridiculous cheer. Mindy led the group, and as the cheerleaders began chanting, she moved his limbs like he was a ragdoll in her hands.

"C-A-R-R-O-T!" they yelled in unison, pumping their pom-poms high. "C-A-R-R-O-T! We love carrots, yes we do! We love carrots, how 'bout you?"

Ben’s face burned with humiliation as Mindy manipulated his stuffed body to prance around like a silly, dancing rabbit. His limbs jerked awkwardly with each movement as the cheerleaders shook their pom-poms and made him "dance" in time with their chant. "C-A-R-R-O-T! We love carrots, we do!" they cheered, spinning him in circles. The girls held a big carrot in front of him and made him mime as if he were eating the giant carrot by making him move his head back and forth, back and forth. Ben couldn't figure out why the crowd was laughing so hard at a rabbit really enjoying a big, thick carrot!

Ben couldn’t believe what was happening. He was dancing—forced into ridiculous poses, his arms awkwardly extended like a puppet while the crowd roared with laughter. The cheerleaders didn’t stop there. They began a series of goofy cheers, twisting him into a variety of poses and making him "prance" around the sidelines. Each cheer felt more humiliating than the last, and every time he was made to move, his diaper was always there, pushing his legs apart and adding to the discomfort. Dolly waved at Ben from the crowd, clearly enjoying the show.

By the time the halftime show ended, Ben was absolutely mortified. He had been a puppet in the hands of Mindy and the cheerleaders, prancing around in front of the crowd like an idiotic, fluffy mascot. Worse, he was still trapped inside the tight bunny suit, and he realized that the game wasn’t over yet.

As the cheerleaders finished their routine, Ben’s thoughts raced. How would he get out of this suit? The zipper was stuck, and he couldn’t move his arms enough to free himself. He was stuck in a giant bunny costume, dressed as a cheerleader, and trapped in a diaper. The only way out would be for someone to unzip him—but if they did, he would be exposed in nothing but a diaper, and everyone would see.

The humiliation of it all was overwhelming.

When the game finally ended, Dolly returned to collect her "mascot," still laughing to herself. She unzipped the back of the bunny suit, and Ben tumbled out, utterly exhausted and red-faced.

Dolly took several photos of his embarrassing predicament. She also held aloft Ben's hidden camera. The pictures made it clear that Ben had been the cheerleader bunny as well as catching him wearing nothing but a diaper. Dolly grinned wickedly. "Well, that was fun," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I hope you learned I'm always a step ahead of you, Ben."

Ben, exhausted and still humiliated, stood there in his diaper rubbing his sore bottom, vowing that someday—someday—he would get his revenge on Dolly. He had to. There was no way he was letting Dolly get away with this.