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Stifling a moan, he ran a finger up his throbbing pole, his nostrils flaring as the stimulation instantaneously fed back to his brain, enveloping it in the delight of arousal that his body was slowly succumbing to. It tickled his very being deep down, horny as all get out as pressure started building up in his lower half. As quickly as it arrived, his excitement immediately became the only thing he could focus on, not perceiving any of the small changes occurring to him despite his other hand feeling himself up. Eh, he had more important things to worry about now.

Now gripping his tool, he slowly bobbed along the shaft from base to tip, reveling in the way it pulsed in his grasp. His fingertips could make out a thin vein that formed upon full erection. How those mortals living above him didn't devote all their time to pleasuring themselves he'd never know.

The feeling coursing through his body hadn't abated, in fact only getting stronger the more he pumped his cock. Every deep breath brought about another pulse of growth, his muscles involuntarily flexing bigger as it happened. What was once a set of legs that could reliably bound across any landscape he found himself in now looked like they could take him across the Australian outback should he choose not to use his tunnels. Definition came in a few pounds at a time, thickening them past the point of the musculature being merely visible.

So too did his core benefit, tightening into abdominals that began to show through the white fur of his belly. Never before had such a thing happened to him, but it didn't seem like his body particularly despised his abs' existence given how his free hand migrated there. He felt for himself how much more rigid they'd gotten, only it didn't click in his mind that he shouldn't have them at all - he was far too overcome with arousal to notice.

Not wanting to be outdone, the rest of his torso followed suit, his pectorals pushing together with every flex of his thickening arms, pressing those slabs of beef together as they accrued densely-packed muscle like they sucked it out of the air. The warmth also targeted his back with size, every undulation cultivating mass and giving it a hilly appearance.

With his mind fogged by the bliss of arousal, Bunnymund failed to notice anything peculiar about his form, despite the overwhelming evidence supporting something was different. An outside observer would immediately recognize indisputable proof of these changes were one conveniently around.

As luck would have it there wasn't any such person around, meaning he had no way of discovering a thing until he somehow snapped out of his lust-drunken stupor. That would prove to be impossible as every grope of his swelling chest didn't make him clue in; in fact, the opposite happened - his embiggening bulk only fed into his horniness, inundating himself with ever-increasing arousal that fueled his need for release. It'd take a miracle to get him to discern anything at this rate.

Despite not being a muscle, his pillar also took advantage of the growth, the turgid flesh forcing his hand to open, no longer able to fully encircle it. The same thing transpired with his balls, fattening those eggs past the size of the ones he gave out every year. And there seemed to be no end in sight for their expansion as they took up more room between his swollen thighs, forcing his legs to shift their posture to accommodate their growing enormity.

The one problem with his current trajectory was that eventually his ballooning heft would interfere with his bringing about his release - as well as making him thoroughly immobile, which would pose a problem when it came time for any sort of action - but fortunately his body wouldn't permit that. Still somehow inconspicuous to him, his frame started creaking as it broadened out in every dimension. His back widened as a result, with his lats flaring out dramatically when they were allowed to, but it also forced his height upwards as well. And yet, with the amount of muscle pouring onto his frame per second shooting well into the double digits, it didn't look like it was having much of an effect at all.

Taller and taller Bunnymund grew as his back rode up the dirt wall of his chamber. His feet pushed further along the grass in conjunction, those stompers also receiving a boost, staying in proportion while the rest of his body didn't.

Sumptuous bulk piled onto his frame at a rapid rate, forcing his pecs to bloat and making them resemble the egg-shaped boulders that dotted his Warren, high on pedestals for all to see. Every breath showed how large they could get before the next made them shoot past the mark entirely. He groaned in bliss as his hand explored the surging masses, gripping onto the meaty slabs before finding purchase on a nipple and twisting, coaxing a dollop of pre to dribble from the head of his dick.

Barely any time had passed and yet he looked like an absolute titan, a colossal rabbit that made North's yetis look meek and tiny in comparison. He unknowingly relished in the size, craving more to feel the hornier he got. His hand started clutching less and less of his length, uncontrollably steering his other appendage to the meaty log, able to completely encircle it again, but not for much longer.

In addition to his mounting size came other bonuses. Along his bulky torso came the start of a fluffy treasure trail, white as the fur covering his undersides, and running from his enlarged pectorals to the base of his tumescent crotch rocket, ending in a bush that cushioned his hands as they pumped away. The same happened to the pits of his meaty arms, selling the world on a masculine appearance that he didn't quite have before.

And with the carpet of hair came another enhancement that he'd come to enjoy - musk, earthy in nature, but with an undeniably manly punch. The fact that his chest had grown to the point where it started encroaching on his vision meant that the stench had little to travel before it met his nose. He inhaled it with every breath, his lungs filling up with the stuff. It was ambrosial beyond a doubt, and unquestionably him.

The scent was absolutely divine and Bunnymund loved how strong it seemed to be, but it managed to do what everything else about his predicament couldn't - it caused him to stop and check it out, specifically wondering where it came from. It didn't take long after his eyes opened to find the source, which is the exact moment when his entire world flipped on its head.

Panic shot through him when he finally noticed his bloated form, from the inflated musculature taking up whatever space it could, to the log of lapin fuckmeat that jutted out more than two feet from his pelvis. It also brought his attention to the fact that the ceiling seemed much closer to him now. His point of view had altered dramatically, showing him both how large he'd gotten in such a short amount of time as well as how little room there was left to contain him.

And he wasn't done growing yet.