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Bulletproof Extraordinary Amazingly Strong Tyrannical Bunny The world of this story is one of superheroes and supervillains. People with extraordinary powers either from birth or from artificial means. This is the story of Timmy Krolik. He was a white-furred rabbit man. Most would have considered him more boy than man by his age as he had only just celebrated his 18th birthday. He was short in stature, standing a mere 4 foot 3 inches tall, not counting his perky ears, but that wasn't unusual for his kind. What was unusual was how strong he was and had always been. As long as Timmy could remember everything was light to him. He never had trouble lifting anything and even as an infant he had massive bulging muscles. He never participated in any sports and often wore extra baggy clothes to cover up not only his incredible muscles but also his huge feet and the massive bulge that protruded from his crotch. The second he graduated high school he moved out of his parents in the suburbs and headed for one of the massive coastal cities. He knew that there he could find a way to sign on with a crew and fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a supervillain. Many children, when they saw superheroes on television saving the day would have fantasized about joining up with them, but not Timmy. He was six years old when he saw Buck Brawn come on the television screen, tearing up a city with his super strength and fighting off half a dozen superheroes all by himself. That was when he knew he wanted to do anything to be a supervillain like the Venison of Villainy, Buck Brawn. He saw that simple costume, just a pair of thick cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a black diamond mask, a green thong held up by a belt (that did nothing to hide his massive package), and cape at his shoulders held up by a simple clasp attached to leather straps that went across his impossibly huge chest. He saw that man on the screen kick a city bus in half barefoot and Timmy knew his destiny was to be just like him. Twelve years and a whole lot of searching later, he found the secret recruiters for the Legion of Lawlessness. He impressed them with a display of his strength as he lifted a car overhead then folded it in half like it were made of cardboard. He was signed on as the new promising recruit named: Beast Bunny. He was so close to meeting his hero among villains in Buck Brawn that he could taste it. He wanted so bad to meet with the other members of the Legion of Lawlessness, but before he would ever be allowed, he would have to pass an initiation mission. They provided him a uniform made to his requested specifications. It was almost a copy of Buck Brawn's costume except with a red diamond mask and red thong instead. Another change he made was to keep from being restricted with the straps across his chest so instead of the straps and cape he had a red and gold neck-piece made that formed a diamond across his chest, shoulders and back. He looked himself over to notice the BB symbol on his belt buckle and could hardly contain his excitement when they handed him his LL communicator. He hooked it onto his belt with his only instruction being to go to the alleyway across from the Megacity Bank on 4th street and Pine. The young rabbit villain was on his way and practically skipped all the way to the mission point. When he arrived he crossed his arms and leaned against the building of the alleyway, dressed in his super clothes, feeling super cool, glancing casually as he could at the bank as he waited for his communicator to buzz. Then Buzz it did. He pulled up the small disk and pressed the blinking blue button. A distorted voice came from the other end, “Beast Bunny, are you in position?” He almost giggled with glee but then cleared his throat and gave a nod. Then he remembered they couldn't see him and said, “Yes. I'm in position.” “Excellent,” came the deep and distorted voice, “You pull off this mission then you are in. The mission is to rob the bank in broad daylight and steal at least five million dollars from the vault. Bring the money back to base twelve where you got your suit. Make sure no one follows you. If you mess this up there will be superheroes dispatched and you will not be returning to base. They will more than likely incarcerate you. This is your only warning and the message now is concluded. Destroy the communicator then get in there.” “Copy that. I'll be back with the money soon,” said Beast Bunny. The rabbit crushed the communicator in his bare hand and it sparked as it was rendered into a million tiny pieces. He took a deep breath then stepped into the light. He saw the traffic was rather busy crossing the street and so the super strong rabbit leaped into the air and landed on the other side, cracking the pavement under his big bare bunny feet. He looked up and down the building then opened the doors and walked inside where he took in everything to see the best way to the vault. It was a massive bank with teller windows lining both sides. There was a vault past a glass security door in the back. The ceiling must have been thirty feet high and light came in through windows only on the front of the building itself. There were six guards with guns posted around. Two by the doors, two by the vault, and two standing at attention by the tellers. There were about half a dozen patrons spread throughout. A horse man with brown fur who stood maybe seven feet tall, dressed in a very professional suit, walked up to the bunny as he entered, “Greetings, sir. Is there something that I can help you with?” “I'm here to make a withdrawal,” said Beast Bunny. The horse man smiled and put his hands on his knees as he ducked down to talk to the shorter man, “That's adorable. I think you might be a little under dressed to do such any thing there little guy. I don't see any pockets for one. You supposed to be a superhero?” “Superhero? No...” Beast Bunny shook his head, “Supervillain? Yes.” The horse chuckled, “Of course you a...” The horse would have continued to talk down to the shorter man except that Beast Bunny flexed his chest so hard that his pecs clapped. The palpable concussion of air was so fierce that were he wearing a cape it would have flapped behind him. The horse was knocked back by the power of his chest flex alone, and the pecs hadn't even hit him. The clap set the patrons and other bank employees on edge. As the horse hit the ground the guards all went for their guns. The two by the doors and the two inside the main lobby took aim at the bunny while the two by the vault stood at the ready with their guns drawn, safe behind bulletproof glass windows and doors. The four in the lobby yelled at the bunny to get down on the ground or they were going to shoot. All the while the patrons ducked for cover by the teller windows. Beast Bunny turned to face the two at the door and stomped his big bare bunny foot on the ground, shaking the whole foundation of the bank. The lamps rattled on the ceiling and the floor cracked and cratered before him. It knocked everyone on every floor of the building on their asses. He hopped forward at the guards by the door, grabbed the guns in their hands, then squished the guns in his hands like they were made of dough. Guards recoiled in pain as he accidentally crushed the bones in their hands at the same time. The other two guards in the lobby fired their guns. They unloaded but the bullets just ricocheted off the hyper muscular back of the buff bunny before them. Beast Bunny turned to face them and the bullets bounced off his chest, abs, and even a few off his massive cock bulge. He felt a surge of pleasure wash over him as they bounced off his super cloth covered cock but after a moment of concentration he was able to make sure he focused enough that he wouldn't swell up. The guards totally emptied their clips before he hopped to one and threw him into the pair by the door, knocking them down and out for the count. He rushed the last lobby guard and lifted him off his feet single handed. The short fat cat man kicked his feet against the body of Beast Bunny but it was like kicking a brick wall. “Who... who are you?” asked the guard. The supervillain looked around the bank then smiled for the security cameras as he said, “My name is Beast Bunny. I'm a new supervillain in town and I'll be taking a whole lot of money out of this bank in just a minute.” He tossed the guard over his shoulder with great ease and sent him crashing into the teller counter. The supervillain bunny looked over his shoulder and said, “If you all want to remain alive. Leave now. Otherwise don't hold me accountable for what happens.” Everyone in the bank ran for the doors while the guards behind the bulletproof glass held their positions with their knees quaking. Beast Bunny walked towards the bulletproof glass and saw that everyone seemed to make it out. Then he walked through the bulletproof glass like it was made of tissue paper. He dusted the glass off his shoulders as the guards opened fire on him. Bullets bounced off the Beast of a Bunny as he just chuckled. One of the ricocheted shots hit a guard in the gut and he fell over in pain. The other kept firing till the villain yanked the gun from his hand. He pressed the metal weapon between his pecs then flexed them bigger and bigger, careful not to crush the gun as he engulfed it in his chest muscles. Then he clenched and the gun was flattened with a pop. He relaxed his chest to it's normal enormous girth and the flattened gun fell to the floor with a clank. A light nudge tossed the guard across the room and he was knocked out just that quick. The massive rabbit looked over the fifteen foot tall vault door then grinned as he gripped it in one hand. It started to bend in an unexpected way from his grip, so he gripped with the other hand and tore the door open, breaking the nigh unbreakable locks. He looked in the vault and saw bags and bags of cash. He looked to the remaining conscious guard and asked, “Do you know what five million dollars looks like?” The guard gripped his belly in pain and sputtered, “I... I don't know... I just guard it. I don't count it.” “Dang it!” Beast Bunny kicked the vault, making the whole building quake again with the impact and denting the two foot thick metal, “I don't know what that much looks like either... I guess I'll just have to take the whole thing and hope it's got enough in it.” “Do what?” asked the last conscious guard. The bunny smiled and closed the vault door again. He pinched it closed better than any lock could hope to hold up. He looked to the guard and said, “Take the whole thing with me.” Beast Bunny squatted down and dug his fingers into the concrete wall. He found it chipped off so easily in his hands but he had to press in further till he reached the metal wall of the vault therein. He dug his fingers in good then rose to his feet, lifting the whole thing just as easily as he might have lifted a pencil. The whole building quaked. The ground cratered and cracked at his feet. The vault ripped up and through the ceiling. The walls collapsed around the metal structure as the bunny rabbit stepped back. His already massive muscles swelled and popped bigger as he exerted his nigh unknowable strength. The guard could only stare in awe as he saw the bunny swell with strength as the vault lifted up. “Watch your head,” he warned the guard as the massive metal structure floated over him by the bunny's grip. Beast Bunny slung the twenty foot tall, thirty foot wide, twenty foot long vault over his shoulder like it was a pillow then turned, knocking through several teller windows and the rest of the glass windows and doors. Every footstep made the ground tremble as he carried a hundred thousand pounds of bank vault with the greatest of ease. “Thanks for the cash,” said Beast Bunny as he held onto the metal vault with a single hand, keeping it propped up on his shoulder as he waved to the guard and walked to the front of the bank once more. He walked right out the front of the building, exploding the concrete, glass, and stone pillars into the streets. Cars screeched to a hault by the debris and further back by the quaking of the ground under every earth shattering footfall of the impossibly buff bunny. The feat of strength had not escaped his notice and it took a lot of focus to keep from popping a boner that could have ripped right out of his brand new super tight super thong. He walked into the street and it crumbled beneath his toes. He looked down and enjoyed the feeling of it, scrunching his toes in the pavement as a normal person might do with sand at the beach. Beast Bunny looked up and saw just the vault overhead. He realized that it was not going to be very discreet. No way to sneak back to the hideout without notice if he left a foot trail of craters all the way there. He couldn't just let anyone follow him. The massively muscled bunny set the vault down on the street and just from setting it down, the thing sank down a foot through the concrete pavement. Beast Bunny looked around the city streets and saw a minivan parked a ways down the street. He leaped through the air and landed with a crash, cratering the ground, several car alarms went off as people continued to scatter and run away from the supervillain. He watched them run as he lifted the van overhead single-handed. He couldn't help but smirk as he was living his dream at last. He heard the fabric of his bulletproof thong begin to stretch, straining a little as he started to chub up. He had hoped to make it through at least one mission without blowing out his thong so he picked up the pace and ran up the street, thumping and romping through. He stepped on some cars, crushing them underfoot while he kicked others out of the way. Most of the people had cleared out but he didn't have time to pay attention to the normals. Instead he had to take on the task at hand. He got back to the vault then set the minivan down. He stepped up on the hood and with a single swift motion he peeled the roof off so that it only hung on by the back like a tin can that had just been opened. Beast Bunny hopped off the minivan and then picked up the vault. He tore open the side of the massive storage bin and proceeded to start dumping bags of cash and some safety deposit boxes out of the vault into the van till the van filled to the brim. When it was full he casually tossed the one hundred thousand pound vault aside and through a few buildings, collapsing them behind him. He then hopped on the folded roof of the van and crunched it back down. A few quick pinches and the roof was hooked back on again. He looked it over and decided it was ready to transport. That was when the other arrived. Beast Bunny was caught off guard by the blow as he wasn't expecting anyone that could so much as move him. He wasn't hurt by the blow but more startled than anything. He soared through the air and was stopped when he hit the engine block of a recently abandoned semi truck that was stopped by the bank rubble. He looked up and saw a figure in tights and a cape. A masked superhero that went by the name of Massive Moose. The aptly named Massive Moose was just that. An eight foot tall wall of brown furred muscle with antlers atop his head. The hero had a black and red spandex suit brandished with an MM logo on his chest, stretched by his massive chest. The suit clung to his muscular form and hid none of the bulges on his body. The indents of his toes could be seen on his red boots from the massive feet of the moose man and as BB's eyes traveled upwards they got a look at his super package. Not quite as super as his own but massive nevertheless. Beast Bunny smiled and got out of the wreckage. He dusted himself off a bit as the moose man crossed his arms, red cape just flapping in the wind. “I think you've caused quite enough destruction young man,” said the huge superhero. The supervillain smiled and felt his bulge swell a bit as he got excited to fight his first superhero, “The name is Beast Bunny and I need to take that money with me. Not you or any other superhero is going to stop me.” “I'm not going to argue with you. Surrender now and there will be no need to take a beating Bunny Boy,” said Massive Moose. “I said the name is Beast Bunny and if you fight me I guarantee you're gonna remember it,” said the bunny as he started rubbing his crotch a bit, the excitement building, “See all of this is very exciting to me... I've always wanted to fuck someone but I was always worried I'd just kill them, if not from my size... then from other stuff that happens. I think you might be one of the few people who could survive my loads... and I just gotta try that out.” The moose watched as the bunny's bulge grew, the sound of straining fabric reached his ears as he watched the obscene display, “Have you no shame?” Beast Bunny flexed and showed off his massive swelling muscles, muscles that only seemed to get bigger the more excited he was, he did a few playful poses before he rested in a wide legged stance with his fists on his hips to look extra imposing, “What's there to be ashamed of? I love my body and for the first time I really feel like I can show it off and not worry about what people think. Besides... Who could stop me?” “I'll show you who!” shouted Massive Moose as he ran at the villain before him. He drew back a fist on the run over and then punched forward with a force to shatter mountains, right at the young bunny's chest. The mountainous muscles of the bunny flexed with such precision and grace that he not only stopped the moose without moving from his spot, but he had flexed his pecs to tremendous size in the blink of an eye, catching the moose's hand between them half way up his forearm. The moose had anticipated his target to have been knocked away as he was before but was surprised when the bunny rabbit didn't move a millimeter from his devastating blow. When the two bodies impacted there was a powerful crash that shattered the windows of surrounding buildings and with a gust of wind that knocked the few spectators, who dared to approach the fray with cameras, at least feet away and onto their asses. “What the...” Massive Moose said in astonishment. He then tried to pull his hand from the chest of the very muscular bunny teen but no matter how hard he struggled, Beast Bunny just smiled at him unmoving. The moose looked to the bunny, who's hands were still on his hips as though he were waiting for something. He then brought up his other arm, reeled back and started to punch the massive pectorals of the rabbit who held his other hand hostage. He pounded time and again with a force that could topple buildings. The moose hit the bunny with such a force that it was making the ground quake and yet no matter how hard he hit he could not move. The moose then turned to kicking. He kicked at the rabbit's legs and feet but no matter where he hit or how hard, Beast Bunny seemed entirely unphased. Needless to say... the moose had started to worry. He used his free hand to try and pry apart the pectoral cleavage of the impossibly strong bunny, which truly amused the supervillain, especially when he flexed his chest even bigger to trap the moose's other hand alongside the first. “You're so good at foreplay,” the super teen bunny chuckled, “Tell you what. I think it would be too easy to fight you in hand to hand combat so here's the deal. If you can take me out then we don't have to do anything else. I'll surrender willingly... but if I take you out then we get to fuck... oh and to make things easier for you.. I won't use my hands the entire fight and to take me out all you have to do is either make my knee touch the ground or make me use my hands to fight. That's all you'd have to do and then you would win and I'd surrender no fuss no muss. Deal?” The Massive Moose listened as he tried to pull his hands free the entire time the bunny talked. He stopped when he heard the conditions to win and gave it a moment of serious thought. All he had to do was make one knee touch the ground or get the Beast Bunny to use his hands in the fight and he'd surrender. His mind raced before he looked mask to mask and eye to eye, flashing a confident super grin, “Deal.” The moose then reeled back as much as he could and delivered a kick with the power of a dozen freight trains to the bunny's groin. He had never hit anything so hard in his life. He thought he might have heard a crunch come from his foot as pain reeled through him and shot up his leg. However, Beast Bunny felt no pain at all. No, instead he felt more pleasure radiate through his groin than he had ever known. Somehow when that kick impacted his left testicle and then bounced off only to hit the shaft of his already expanding member... it made his tongue loll out and then his pecs released their flex. Freeing the hero was not entirely involuntary. It was a reaction that was almost meant to keep him alive so that his arms wouldn't be ripped from their sockets or worse when the rabbit got a boner so huge and fast that it tore through his bulletproof thong like a bullet. Beast Bunny's cock went from it's semi-hard foot long that was harder than steel, to a three and a half foot long shaft that might well have been harder than adamantium. It rocketed forth so fast and hard, while he thrust his hips forward at his opponent, that it made a sonic boom when it impacted the Massive Moose right in his gut. That impact shot the moose through the building behind him, pounding him through offices, scattering bricks, crashing through desks and walls before he exploded out the other side and landed on the street below, cratering the ground under his massive, muscular, moose body. He got to his feet just in time to hear thudding and crashing coming from where he was flung. He had just enough time to get his guard up when he saw bottomless Beast Bunny burst through the back of the building with a resounding boom. The muscular bunny villain walked up to the Massive Moose while flexing his muscles in excitement. His body swelled bigger and bigger till he went from a mere 4 foot 3 inches tall to stand a full six foot six inches instead. The belt at his waist couldn't take the strain and popped off his body when his hips expanded, the metal cuffs were better equipped and more malleable to the flexing though as his body swelled to gargantuan proportions of muscle beyond muscle. The Massive moose saw the imposing figure swell and felt a stirring in his own groin when he did. A nagging thought popped in the back of his head that maybe he wanted this... until he noticed the four foot long, throbbing bunny cock, leaking precum like a fountain spurting into the street. He knew not to strike the rabbit's chest as it was like a trap and so he powered forward ready to kick the rabbit but was knocked back when Beast Bunny flexed his biceps. They jutted forward from his body like twin battering rams that pounded the hero in the chest and face, knocking him across the street into a car, crushing it under him. Beast Bunny walked up and kept flexing his biceps, pounding the moose through the car and into the street, cratering it as he beat him. The Massive Moose kicked the ground under him and rocketed out from under the supervillain, knocking himself to the sidewalk behind him. He got up to his knees just in time to get clocked in the jaw by a cock harder than any steel could ever hope to be. The bunny put his hands behind his head and just swayed his hips, flexing his cock, slapping and beating the moose across his face and body with the power of his massive tool alone. The moose had no time to get his bearings as the rabbit really knocked him for a loop. He almost hadn't noticed the beatings had stopped when he looked up to see the rabbit's rump before his face. The rabbit flexed his ass cheeks and engulfed the moose's head entirely. Beast Bunny enjoyed the feeling as Massive Moose punched and pounded his rump with strength greater than almost anyone on the planet. Beast Bunny looked over his massive shoulder to see the antlers sticking up from the top of his rump cheeks and chuckled. He gave his bulbous butt a wiggle and shook the moose in the process. He released the flex and then saw the moose drop to the ground face up. Beast Bunny pressed his massive foot to the moose's face then started rubbing across his cheek and lips. He stood on the man's face with one foot then brought his other foot down to the growing erection in the moose's super suit. The moose moaned as the powerful bunny rubbed his face with one foot and then expertly flexed his toes over the cock and balls with the other. The rabbit pressed the toes of the face foot to the mouth of the moose and said, “Suck my toes and I'll let you live. I might even let you cum.” The Massive Moose did as he was told and licked the toes of the bunny before sucking upon them one by one. Beast Bunny reciprocated by letting out a small moan that rattled the windows of nearby buildings. The power turned him on and he just spurt further gallons upon gallons of precum all over the street and all those who were in line of sight for about a hundred feet in front of him. Beast Bunny stroked the underside of his massive cock with both hands as he looked to the moose and withdrew the foot from his face, resting it on his throat instead, pressing down just enough to give a little incentive as he said, “Now. Tell me I won.” The moose nodded, “You won.” The bunny smiled and hopped off the moose landing on the sidewalk next to him as he smiled then said, “Now we get to the fun stuff.” Beast Bunny grabbed Massive Moose by the front of his costume and lifted him up. He rested the hero across his shoulders as he casually walked towards the building they crashed through to get to where they were. The bunny took a slightly different route back, walking up to the building next to the one they crashed through and walked into it cock first. The walls moved apart for him easy as pie as he simply walked through the building with a hero on his back, leaving a wake of calm destruction in their path. He burst through to the street in front of the bank. There were cop cars and swat teams on the street now, keeping people clear of the area and keeping guns pointed at the villain. The massively muscled bunny looked at the swat teams and all the cameras now focused on his mighty form and said, “Take a good look. My name is Beast Bunny and I'm the latest supervillain in town and I'm here to show you what will happen to anyone who goes against me. Anyone who follows me will also get the same so once I go then you stay... or else... This guy I'm holding is Massive Moose and he is among the strongest heroes on the planet... and now he's my bitch.” The rabbit then proceeded to rip the tight uniform off the moose superhero and didn't stop till he had a naked man in hand. The Massive Moose had only just regained his composure as the last of the fabric was torn from his body. He started to struggle and protest but Beast Bunny was too strong. He held the massive hero's rump to the end of his cock and shot a few spurts of precum up the rump of the man while Massive Moose's own sixteen inch cock bobbed before the rabbit's face. The bunny pulled the moose down slowly still face to face with the huge man until the head of his cock popped in, stretching the moose more than he ever had before. The moose cried out in pain but held together. As a reward the muscled rabbit flexed his pecs over the huge moose cock and started to massage it, milking it unlike anything the moose could have ever experienced otherwise. The Massive Moose felt pain and pleasure from the stretching as his belly bulged with massive bunny cock filling him up and straining his superhuman durability to the max. On the other end however, only waves of pleasure emanated from his huge cock. He had never felt such pleasure in all his life and came just as the bunny finished pulling him down that massive four foot cock, so that his massive swelling balls rested on the moose's rump, he came and came hard. He unloaded a couple hundred gallons of moose spunk that the rabbit allowed to erupt from his pecs. Beast Bunny redirected the spraying with a controlled flex to have the load coat his abs and the moose with his own load. Once the load had run it's course, the bunny grinned so wide and then started to pump the moose up and down his massive cock. He had never been inside another before. The tight, moist, warmth wrapped around his huge member nearly sent him over the edge but he flexed, exerting muscle control to keep from firing off too soon. The muscular bunny wanted to have this experience last as long as he could. It was his first and he loved it. The moose's cock throbbed, still hard as ever between those milking pecs as the rabbit started off slow, moving up and down, in and out, over and over in a rhythmic pattern that made both of them moan. The crowd stared in awe from a safe distance, everyone recording with cameras the biggest bestial act of exhibitionism seen since Buck Brawn took on Captain Crash. Neither Beast Bunny nor Massive Moose knew how long he had fucked his partner for but the moose came a further six times before the bunny felt it happen. Something in him popped. He felt it coming and there was no stopping it. Beast Bunny had passed the point of no return and started thrusting faster and harder into the moose. His cock swelled thicker and grew longer by a further foot within the moose, making both of them cry out as the pounding thrusts rumbled the ground and caused a mini earthquake with his pounding. Then he came. It was the most intense orgasm of his life and for the first time he didn't have to go to the middle of nowhere to unleash his load. For the first time he didn't have to hold back as the eruption gushed forth like a dozen volcano exploding at once. Thousands upon thousands of gallons gushed forth every second of Beast Bunny's orgasm which exploded out the rump of the Massive Moose almost as fast as it made his belly swell to gargantuan proportions. Even swollen to tremendous size, the belly of the moose somehow still maintained his awesome abs definition. The brown-furred moose lost track of how many orgasms he had while the white-furred rabbit let loose within him. He felt something welling up in his throat and then cum started spurting from his mouth just as rapidly as it was coming from his ass. The rabbit came for minutes straight before his orgasm waned and when he did he saw the aftermath. The Massive Moose was now living up to his name even moreso than usual. He was practically a naked cum balloon that filled the seventy feet of street between the bank and the building across the street from it. The belly made by the beast was at least forty feet tall and his body stretched just as long. The moose finally stopped spitting up the load as the rabbit pulled out his foot and a half long softening cock. Beast Bunny patted the belly of his lover hopped over to the top of that massive cum balloon before sliding down to rest, leaning against the giant man to look him face to face, “That wasn't so bad now was it?” The moose felt himself still orgasming as he slowly drained hundreds of gallons of rabbit cum by the second, slowly flooding the other side of the street as it poured out. He looked to the rabbit still half in a daze, “Beast Bunny?” “Yeah big guy?” asked the bunny villain. “Call me,” smiled the Massive Moose just before he passed out, gurgling a bit more cum. Beast Bunny grinned and then hopped back atop the massive belly, he turned as he spoke to say his piece to the crowd, “This was one of the mightiest heroes on the planet. I'm going to take the money now. No one follows me or I will do the same to each and every one of you and most of you won't have the durability to survive it.” He then slid down the back side of the moose belly and got to the minivan full of cash. Beast Bunny hefted it overhead single-handed with no resistance. He walked casually a ways, his massive flaccid foot long cock flapping in the breeze as he let his muscles relax down to a smaller size again. After reclaiming his original proportions he hopped into the air and soared for miles before landing. No one followed him. He turned in the money van and the Legion of Lawlessness could not have been more thrilled with the results of his mission. Not only had he defeated a very powerful superhero on his first mission but he brought back much more money than he was assigned. The van had been filled with not five million dollars but as it turns out it was a little over five billion instead. All cold hard cash. That kind of victory caught the attention of the leaders of the Legion known as the Feared Five. They invited him for a meeting and he was thrilled beyond even having his first time. He was taken to the main headquarters, an underground volcano layer somewhere in the Pacific. Upon arrival by automated jet he was greeted by a scantily clad, very muscular, amazon of a sheep woman with her wool just over her eyes. She had a giant pair of scissors on her back and smiled in greeting the new villain. “Welcome Beast Bunny. I'm Shrill Shearer. It's so good to have you at Legion HQ. Come with me and I'll take you to the meeting chamber,” she said. Beast Bunny was practically overwhelmed as he adjusted his brand new super thong, which had ridden up during the long flight. He followed along past waterfalls and lava pits through the bowels of a building built into an active volcano. They came to a massive chamber with obsidian doors 60 feet tall and the LL logo of the Legion of Lawlessness embossed over the door handles. She motioned to the doors and said, “Please head inside and take your seat. The Feared Five are already waiting for you therein.” “T... thank you,” the bunny said nervously, swallowing hard as he watched the sexy sheep woman walk away. He opened the doors and stepped inside. The door automatically closed behind him and he smiled as he saw his personal heroes sitting around a large table with the seat nearest the door made ready for him. Around the table first he saw Quick Quack, a duck with super speed powers who had blue feathers and a black latex costume with silver lightning bolts across it. Next he saw a very busty cow woman who had white fur on one half, black on the other and was dressed as an evil milk maid. She went by the villain name Half-And-Half and had the ability to duplicate black and white copies of herself. Across from her sat Cock-A-Doodle Doom who was a green and red feathered rooster with a titanium beak, monocle, and a fancy business suit. His powerful crow could demolish a city block. Beside Cock-A-Doodle Doom was a lion dressed as an Arthurian knight complete with a crown and a dozen swords strapped to a special sheath on his back. He was known as the Sovereign Slasher and had metal manipulation powers. Then lastly was his favorite. The leader of the organization. The villain that inspired him to choose this path. His favorite of them all, seated at the head of the table, was none other than Buck Brawn. Super strong, super intelligent, super fast, and super hung he was wearing the same outfit that Beast Bunny saw him in when he saw a supervillain fight for the first time. The chest straps, green cape with matching thong, the silver cuffs on his wrists and ankles and the belt to match all accented by the biggest, most buff deer he had ever seen. Beast Bunny took his seat at the table, directly across from his idol and couldn't shake the grin from his face. Buck spoke to the boy and said, “You did excellent work out there, Beast Bunny. We're going to want to bring you in on some bigger missions with the Legion now that we know your potential. How does that sound to you, my boy?” Beast Bunny thought a moment before he cracked a smile, “That would be a dream come true.”

Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club Episode One: Welcome to the Gallery written by: Mr. Mouse This series contains copyright characters from a number of different series by a number of different companies and they are all copyright their respective owners. All characters featured are over 18 and are conscenting adults in the events that progress. These stories are not for profit and are only for fun... that being said... on with the fun parts. In this world of toons. The cartoon characters from any number of shows blink into existance along with their small part of the world as it is created in our world. They act as performers and are aware of their shows as any actor might be. When the shows are cancelled they just hang out and visit around. While their shows or other cartoons are actively being created they work hard... though some eventually do turn to the more pornographic routes on occasion, depending on the creator. This particular story in the world of toons starts shortly after the recording of a new Sylvester and Tweety cartoon. It was set in their show: The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries, and was from short entitled: Good Bird Hunting. In that episode Sylvester got a magic amulet that made him incredibly muscular and super strong. He used his powers to fend off a mountain lion and to capture Tweety, at least until an accident resulted in him losing the amulet and therefore his powers. The assistant director blew a whistle then the director called out, "Cut! That's a wrap people. We got everything we need. Good episode." Immediately afterwards everyone on set dropped character and they shook hands congratulating one another on a job well done. Tweety Bird was of to his trailer, as was Granny, Hector the Bulldog, and Pete Puma. Sylvester the cat, however, remained behind on set. He whistled to himself as he waited and then saw the man of his desire, Pepe le Pew peek his head in from behind one of the light boxes. "Zat was most excellent, pigeon," said the skunk in his thick French accent, "I really liked zis episode." The cat walked over to the skunk and embraced him in a hug that pressed their naked chests together. He locked lips before allowing the skunk to say another word. After the long and passionate kiss, Sylvester looked Pepe in the eyes. He had a sadness hidden there as he spoke back with a lisp, "I really liked it to. You know what my favorite part was?" the cat then took a few steps back and flexed back to his massive buff size once more. He did a few poses to show off his arms, then flexed his abs taught, and finished off bouncing his pecs. He stayed large and held a double bicep pose, "This was my favorite part. I wish I could let out my buff side more often. why can't they just write a cartoon where we're super strong and muscular the whole time?" Sylvester huffed as he walked off then picked up a massive boulder and crushed it against his powerful chest with his massive arms. He flexed again and the remnants of rock rubble landed at Pepe's feet. The skunk smiled and flexed up as well, his muscles dwarfing that of the cat. He walked over and the ground shook under his footfalls, "Mais oui, mon petit minou. Zis would be so nice to stay in ze buff forms for more zan a small gag from time to time, no?" The muscular skunk scooped up the massive Sylvester in his arms and the pair's muscles writhed against each others. They were fighting for space as the toons held each other tight in a hug that could crush boulders. They kissed passionately and were lost in the heat of the moment. That was when they heard a voice call out to interrupt them, "Maybe I could, I say, maybe I could help you two with that." The pair immediately released each other and reduced back to their ordinary outward toon appearances. Sylvester cleared his throat and looked away while Pepe faced the interruptor head on but blushing a bit. They both stood quietly before the other toon. It was Foghorn Leghorn, a tall white rooster with a southern accent, "What's a matta boys? Cat got both ya tongues or just chompin down on the skunk's tongue got both your mouths busier than a centipede at a toe countin' contest?" Sylvester refused to make eye contact and blushed profusely, "We were uh, just rehearsing a scene for a new cartoon we got the scripts for is all. Nothin' to see here, Foghorn." "Look at me when I'm talkin to ya, son. Y'all are both about as sharp as a bowlin' ball if ya think I don't know what's goin' on," Chuckled the rooster as he slapped his big belly, "Wasn't hard to hear you to conversatin'. I came over here cause I heard the rocks then I just listened in. Y'all were makin more noise than a couple of skeletons throwin a fit on a tin roof." "What eez it zat you want?" asked Pepe. "Pay attention boys. I'm not just talkin' to hear my head roar." said Foghorn Leghorn. He pulled a couple of business cards from out of nowhere and handed them off to Pepe and Sylvester. He shot finger guns at the pair and said, "Y'all want to be able to let loose and getcher buff sides on then head on down to that address and wear some clothes there too. Be sure ta hold on to them cards. Yer gonna' need 'em to get in the first time. Trust me, I say, trust me boys. Yer gonna be happy tha'cha did." The tall rooster was off with a wink as Sylvester and Pepe looked to one another and then read the cards. The back side had an address in the bad part of downtown but the front side said: Welcome to the B.U.S.T. Club "Ze Bust Club?" asked Pepe, "What does zis mean?" "I dunno," Sylvester shrugged. He then flexed his muscles lightly to show off a little definition, "I also dunno about you but I'm dyin' to find out." Pepe shared a small flex of his own, "Alright zen l'amour de ma vie. Let us find out what zis is all about." The pair of toons got cleaned up in Sylvester's trailer since shooting wrapped up. They headed down to the wardrobe department after and each picked an outfit. Sylvester wore a tank top and some basketball shorts while Pepe put on a black leather jacket and some blue jeans. Both went barefoot and Pepe seemed proud to be bare chested. Sylvester couldn't resist. He went up to the skunk and hugged him with one arm while the other traced over his chest, "That jacket really suits you, Pepe." Pepe smiled and resisted the urge to flex any bigger as he kissed his cat, "You don't look half bad yourself, mon petit minou. However, if we focus too much on each other now, we may never get to ze club." Sylvester resisted flexing up bigger as well then gave a nod, "Right then. Let's go, dear." He gave Pepe a playful swat on the ass and with that they were off. They took a cab who was all too thrilled to speed off after it dropped them in one of the more dangerous parts of the city. The whole area was run down and dirty. The pair looked to each other a bit concerned as they approached the address. There was a big metal door with a sliding view line part way up. Pepe gave the door a knock and the small door on the bigger one slid open. A pair of eyes, hidden behind sunglasses gazed down at them. Then a voice with a thick austrian accent spoke, "What do you vant?" Pepe swallowed hard, "Um yes. We were given zese cards and told by Foghorn Leghorn to come here?" The pair held up the business cards and showed them to the eye slot. The Austrian voice came back, "Ya. You are in ze right place. Come een." The door opened with clank and thud. They stepped in and it was slammed shut behind them by none other than Arnold the pitbull. They had both remembered working with him on Tiny toons but had never seen him quite like this. The white furred pitbull was naked except for a small red speedo but he looked far taller, buffer, and more powerful than he had on that show. He must have stood nine feet tall with muscles on top of muscles on top of even more muscle. However, at their current toon heights their lines of sight were closer aligned with what he was packing in that speedo, and boy was he packing. There was no doubt that he had a massive bait and tackle expertly crammed into a speedo that was just a tad too small. So much so that a bit of neck was showing at the top and the bottom came down over the massive balls nearly too his knees even though he was soft. "Why don't choo take a picture? Eet will last longer?" said Arnold with a flex that made his biceps go right up to the ten foot tall ceiling with a thud. A bit of rock from the grey-stone ceiling was knocked off and crumpled around his impossible strength, "Oops. I keep forgetting I can bring zis place down with ze few light flexes." Arnold chuckled a bit as he looked down over his monsterous pecs at the smaller toons. Pepe was busy staring and so Sylvester chimed in, "What is this place? Where do we go? What do we do here?" "Ya, zis place is da Bust Club. B.U.S.T. Club which stands for Big Underground Strong Toon Club," Arnold smiled, "Zis place is where we toons can go full adult mode and full buff mode without worrying about any cartoon fans seeing or finding out. Eet eez private unt secret for only true muscle toons to let loose. Speaking of, you don't have to hide your junk vit deeze when you ist here." Arnold reached down and with one fell swoop, reached in the sides of their pants and removed their undergarments. They were specially designed underware, called toon belts, they could wear as toons when totally or partially "naked" and it would conceal their genitals, nipples, and whatever else they needed to hide from public view in their cartoons. Pepe and Sylvester barely had time to react as he was so fast. They looked in awe as they saw that he somehow removed them without ripping them and then handed them back. Sylvester let out a little mew as he saw Pepe's black nipples and ariola now amongst his sexy white chest fur from the open leather jacket. His own pink nipples were hidden by his tank top but still made small bumps against the material. Pepe shot him a wink before looking to arnold with his toon belt in hand, "Where do we go from ere?" Arnold pointed to an elevator at the end of a sketchy looking hallway. there were no doors or windows in this building whatsoever, at least none that could be seen from this dimly lit hall. Arnold explained, "Go to ze elevator, hit ze button dat says B9 and then check your toon belts at ze desk. After zat zey will explain more down zere. It isn't safe to talk about ze rest too much by ze door to outside, ya?" "Okay," said Sylvester. He took pepe by the hand and the pair walked down the long hall to the elevator. The doors opened as they approched and Arnold gave them a nod and wink to signify it was all okay. They walked in and saw buttons that were marked floors 01 through 20 on one side while there were floors B1 through B10 on the other. Pepe pushed the button for B8 then realized his mistake and hit the button for B9 right after. Arnold had started to play with his nipple in one hand but waved to them with the other as the doors closed and his cock started to enlarge a bit. "I'm not a hundred percent sure about this," said Sylvester, trying not to spray Pepe as he spoke. The elevator moved and moved fast to floor B8. the elevator dinged and revealed what looked like an empty warehouse. They only had a moment to look out as the doors closed and the elevator went down one more floor. They walked out and saw what looked to be a fancy spa with gold and black art deco designs all around. There was fancy marble floor tile that felt cool on their bare feet and there were massive massage chairs on either side of the huge room which had 100 foot tall ceilings. They saw a desk not far from them and behind it stood Foghorn Leghorn though not as he had appeared before. The rooster was a good six and a half feet tall before but now he must have stood ten feet tall if he were an inch. He had massive muscles and a gigantic muscle gut. He wore the cuffs and collar of a dress shirt, along with a red bow tie, but no other clothing aside from a massive speedo that contained a cock's cock which put Arnold's to shame. The desk said "Toon Belt Check" on the front and the pair approched to see their friend. Henry Hawk was sitting on the desk dressed the same but, were he standing, would have stood a mere six feet tall with muscles to rival a god. He kicked his legs playfully as the toons approached. "Glad you two, I say, Glad you two could make it," smiled Foghorn Leghorn, "I didn't wanna give away too much but I thought I was being as subtle about it as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal." "Zis place looks fantastique, no?" said Pepe to Sylvester. "Thith is amazing!" said Sylvester, "We can really flex up as big as we want?" Foghorn accentuated the actuality of his size when he set his massive package on the desk with a resounding thud that shook the desk and made it creek from the weight, "Flex as big, I say, flex as big as you want and fuck as much as you want." Henry Hawk began to rub over the massive package with both his hands, "There's just three rules o' dis place. Tell em Foggy." "Rules?" asked Sylvester. Foghorn nodded and crossed his massive arms over his massive chest so the muscles fought for room like too many baloons crammed into a tight space, "Now pay attention boys. Y'all we gotta have some rules or we would do more damage than a bull in a china shop. First rule is we can't let the cartoon fans know about this place or who might go here or it could ruin careers. Second rule is you can have sexy times with anyone out want but only if they say it's okay. No raping no matter what happens. Third rule is no letting loose all the way outside the art gallery. You boys understand all that?" They found it a little hard to focus with the massive cock cock growing on the desk before them and leaking more precum than most people could cum in a whole year. Henry smiled as he saw them jealous of the massive member. Sylvester and Pepe nodded but Pepe spoke for both as he said, "We understand Foghorn. What is the art gallery though?" Foghorn nodded, "I'll have, I say, I'll have my man show you as it's better to show than try and explain. Now bring up your toon belts and we'll get y'all sorted out, boys." The Rooster rang a small bell on the desk twice then waited with a devious grin. The smaller pair walked up to the desk to present their toon belts when there came a thundering thoom thoom thoom of massive foot falls that shook the ground beneath them. Out from the blinds behind the desk came a massive ten foot tall toon dressed the same as Henry and Foghorn. It was the all too familiar face of Pepe's fourth cousin: Pitu le Pew. His footfalls stopped short of the pair as he lifted up the hair draped over his eyes and peered down over his massive pectorals. Hearts popped from his eyes as he got a better look at the newcomers. He clasped his hands together in glee as his cock throbbed a little bigger, really straining that speedo. He spoke with the same French accent as Pepe when he addressed them, "Ah cousin and sacre bleu... the ever delicious Sylvester. How good eet eez to see you both 'ere. I am so happy zat I get to show you to ze galerie d'art. Come come. I show you ze best time you ever had, mon petits." He turned away with his big fluffy tail practically wagging then waved for them to follow him in. His heavy foot falls still shook the ground. Both Pepe and Sylvester adjusted themselves after exposure to so many buff toons and in anticipation of what was to cum. Even at their normal toon sizes they still had quite the respectable packages and neither one's outfits did a good job of hiding their boners. Walking was a little awkward as they went through a hallway to a room filled with giant paintings that were flush with the ground. the gallery seemed to go on for miles. The paitings all had golden frames around them and each one must have been 15 feet tall and 10 feet across. The picture frames all had lights on them, some lights were red and others were green. There were a variety of paintings that ranged from mountain ranges, to tropical islands, city scapes, japanese bath houses, spas, beaches, forests, small towns, gyms, subdivisions, arctic tundra, space ships, and even alien worlds. "What is this place, Pitu? I mean I know it's an art gallery but why come here?" asked Sylvester. "Eet eez simple my pin cushion of love," said Pitu, "We come ere to get off. You see we use ze, how you say, cartoon physics to jump into a painting. Zey are leftover sets from old cartoon shows and comics no longer in use. We hop in, we do whatever we want to whatever we want in zose worlds and zen we come back ere where we can go about with ze releif. If ze light is green we can go right een. If ze light is red zen someone eez already zere instead." They looked to a jungle painting with a red light as they heard the sound of a mousey voice crying out like Tarzan. They saw Sneezer swing into view only he wasn't like the Sneezer they knew. He wasn't the mere few inches tall as he had been on tiny toons but rather stood a good five feet tall and wore nothing but a brown loin cloth. The loin cloth however, had been ripped to tatters as his massive cock had already ripped it's way free to leave his gargantuan balls swinging in the breeze. He let go of the vine and hit the ground with a thud that knocked over the nearby trees and cratered a few feet down from his impact. The massively muscled barefoot mouse ripped trees from the ground then tossed them around and swung them like they were weightless to him. He flexed bigger and bigger till he stood at least seven feet in height and almost as much in width. Not to be out done, his super thick cock just as long as he was tall and it spurt precum like a fire hose. He walked over to a particularly massive rock outcropping and with a swing of his mighty cock he knocked that rock to rubble. The ground began to tremble at his flexing toes and the formerly diminuitive mouse grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He started to stroke it furiously for all he was worth and the rumbling only intensified. He only said a very few moaning sounds as the end approached, "Ah... Ahhhhhh... AAAAaaaahhhh... AAAAAAHHHHH!" Then it happened. SPOOOOOOGE! His cock erupted with a tidalwave of cum at tremendous speed. The cum blasted through the forest and washed away everything in his path with millions of gallons of cum. Pitu, Sylvester, and Pepe watched the spectacle as the mouse fired for what must have been ten minutes straight. When he was done the entire landscape had been washed away and painted with his white seed for miles and miles. "Phrew," said Sneezer as he tore the last tatters of his loin cloth away from himself, "I really needed that... Well. I think I'm gonna go fuck that mountain over there." With that the gray mouse jumped into the air, launching like the Incredible Hulk till he was over the horizon. Sylvester and Pepe had to pick their jaws up off the floor but once they did, Pitu chuckled, "So... which painting would you care to go into first?" What do you think? Where should they go first? Let me know in the comments!