No!

She raises her head and looks at your face, her brown eyes wide and wet. "You heard Dana! She said you'd pay for it if I wore clothes during the festival!"

...You're pretty sure Dana was talking about Zoe paying for it, but since you're not sure, you feel it'd just distress her to correct her. "Zoe, are you seriously suggesting what I think you're...?"

She's looking you straight in the eye, the nude little bunny's brown peepers big, moist, and shiny. You're acutely aware of her big marshmallows pressing into your toned chest and briefly wonder what size they-

"Triple D."

"...What?"

She's still looking at you with those moist brown eyes, her glasses hanging down her nose and her ear hairband slightly disheveled. "My boobies. They're 40DDD-cup."

...Okay, again, a lot to unpack there. "I didn't ask."

"No, but you were wondering. They always wonder once they see them."

...Wow, she's weird.

"I don't often wear a bra, though. Sometimes, I just get the urge to go without. It's freeing. Like not wearing panties on a breezy spring da-"

"Okay!" You shoot upright, causing the nude bunny to sit up in your lap. With her pillowy thighs clasped together to hide her little pussy, she brings her hands to her breasts, each palm barely able to contain the sheer volume of tit she has. Shit, she really just might be the bustiest girl in school... The way she's sitting in your lap, you notice that little roll to her tummy and how wide her hips are... Bunnies are fast breeders, right? Wait, not the point!

Sitting in your lap like she is, you can't help but be reminded of Oreo, the little bunny of your kindergarten class all those years ago. She could spend all day sitting in your lap with her little nose wiggling as she stared up at you with those clear black eyes. Perhaps it's that memory that causes you to reach up and fix Zoe's bunny ear hairband. Her cheeks flush at the gesture and she frees a hand from one breast to okay that's a bare pink nipple and it's NOT THE POINT- push her glasses back up.

You run your hand through your dreadlocks, sighing. "Look, Zoe... You're the Spring Fair emcee. I don't know what the worst Dana could do to you for wearing clothes, but you can't just walk around naked..."

Her pink nipples covered by her hands again, the nude bunny in your lap looks up at your eyes, biting her plump lower lip. "...Can't I?"

...Can't she?