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Another Easter in the bag! Bunnymund was all smiles as he rode a tunnel back home to his Warren, his latest holiday having been received as a roaring success. Children all over the world celebrated the coming of springtime as they collected eggs around where they all lived, bringing joy across the planet that he got to witness with his own two eyes. He lived for moments like that and wished he could see them all the time.

Alas, his fun was constrained to but a single day, one he'd say was more important than any other, North be damned. It didn't bother him too much in the end as it gave him time to think of how to make things better in the new year. More kids being born every day meant more eggs to hide come the following Easter, making him wonder of appropriate places to hide them all. Every settlement that the mortals dwelled in had enough structures in the area to potentially conceal each prize, but it dawned on him that children - as well as adults, as he came to realize - both couldn't jump very high, nor could climb as well as he could. The limitations of humans were a pain to work around. Ah well, that was part of the fun.

Barely a few moments passed from first jumping into the hole that yawned open the ground below him before he found himself back in his Warren, accomplishment pulsing through him at a job well done. The antechamber of his lair was as deserted as it normally was, only feeling different given that it was teeming with walking eggs not a few hours ago. The creation of life gave him a high that little else did, and it was always sad to see it go.

But that was something he got used to centuries ago. Yeah, Easter only coming once a year was a bummer - and the ribbing he sometimes got from the other Guardians did get on his nerves at times - but it was easily the highlight of people's year. North could disagree all he wanted; he knew he was right in the end.

With pride welling up inside him, he wandered through the large, grassy foyer until he came across his personal chamber, ready to relax for the rest of the day after traversing the globe. He cherished the ability to leap along with the children and watch their faces light up when they discovered the eggs he laid out, but doing that across seven continents really took a toll on him after a while. Maybe he ought to get more exercise done in his downtime.

That could be something he dealt with later. For now, he wanted to partake in some well-earned sleep, and he made sure his private alcove was cozy enough for the job. Lush grass spread across the ground, exciting him both for the way it seemed to wash away any negative emotions when he lay down on it, as well as tickling his primal lapin disposition. Who was he to fight with nature?

Sliding down the far wall of his quarters, he sighed in bliss as the feeling of achievement took hold of him. His holiday was clearly the most fun of them all with the way it got parents to spend beautiful afternoons outside with their kids, unlike a certain other one. That wasn't to mention he was easily the best-looking member of the team as well, in his totally unbiased opinion. Hell yeah, he was the greatest!

Too comfortable, E. Aster Bunnymund grew, as the soft layer of grass underneath him heightened the relaxation felt, his contentment growing as the palpable tendrils of sleep started making their presence known. A quick stretch of his limbs followed, a satisfied grunt indicating the pleasure of the tranquil nature of the environment around him. It was quite a bit earlier than he normally slept, but with how much of a smashing success Easter was, he knew deep down he deserved this.

A pleased grin wormed its way across his face, spreading from one long ear to the next. He sighed as the sensation of accomplishment started carrying him to rest. Without his input, his hands brushed along his torso, fingers running through his fur as his toes curled in delight. He always liked to revel in how well he took care of himself.

It wasn't just his luxurious fur that brought him bliss, but also an odd, if appreciated, sensation welling up inside him. The feeling of such let loose a brief moan of euphoria. He didn't know why exactly it suddenly flooded his system, but he wasn't about to complain.

Had his eyes been open, he would've understood what the feeling signified as it spread across his reclining form. Already a large man, the rabbit possessed some genuine definition built up due to all the exercise he got from hopping around everywhere; it was something he took pride in for sure. He wasn't the type of person to focus that much attention on honing his body in that manner, but it wouldn't be long until it appeared that he did.

Almost too subtle to notice, his musculature began tensing, not registering in his head as anything in particular as he shifted positions. A roll of his shoulders puffed his chest out as he reached down his legs, only the size it achieved from flexion remained when at rest. The same happened with his arms as he stretched them above his head, both the biceps and triceps rounding out ever so much more.

Bunnymund's nerves lit up with pleasure as he continued to bask in the warmth of the unexpected feeling. Usually such a sensation was the result of taking a much-needed vacation, but he wasn't about to question its presence now, especially not when it began to develop into something a whole lot more satisfying in his mind, something much stronger that he'd not taken care of in what must've felt like centuries.

His fur bristled with excitement as his fingers trailed along the length of his form, eventually contacting his stiffening rod and eliciting a gasp when a nail grazed the sensitive flesh. While he might've been the horniest of the Guardians given his heavily animalistic nature, he never really acted upon his urges in the way a mortal Earth creature would. Thinking about it now made it strike him as odd considering the sheer amount of alone time he normally had in his off-season. Regardless, it was the perfect opportunity to relieve any pent-up stress that'd accumulated since the last time he released his tension. He looked forward to this.

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.

Alarm bells instantly rang through his head as he felt mass perpetually stuff his frame, blowing up his muscles like they were connected to an air compressor. His Warren wasn't built for such a scenario! He had to get out. Now!

Bunnymund's realization couldn't have come at a more fortunate moment as he barely managed to scramble through the doorway carved into the stone that made up the one wall of his chamber. The vestibule he found himself in allowed him to breathe a little easier given he had more room to work with now, but he couldn't rest just yet considering his growth showed no signs of slowing. With his heart nearly beating out of his chest, he clambered clumsily to his feet - unaccustomed to all the heavy mass currently weighing him down - and scurried as quickly as he could into a tunnel that yawned wide across the ground.

Traversing any burrows he created was something he could practically do in his sleep, but the ride felt especially frustrating in that his growing bulk continually pressed along the sides of the tunnel, sending shockwaves of pleasure blasting through his nervous system. Magic ensured that he wouldn't get stuck along the way, but he couldn't seem to find enough room to keep his arousal tempered. He hoped his destination would come soon.

It wasn't long before he managed to surface from another hole that opened up in the ground, plopping him onto what looked like a dusty, barren wasteland that he instantly recognized. The heat of the Australian outback became apparent as the harsh afternoon beat down on him and the grasses sparsely populating the region. Anyone else would take umbrage with such an unforgiving environment, but not him; to him this was home, and home meant peace.

A relieved sigh puffed out his chest as he fell back onto the arid ground below him. His expression took on a wry smile as the absence of anything around him meant that his body couldn't be restricted anymore, the knowledge sending a cooling shiver down his spine.

That was perfect as his growth didn't seem to lose any steam with the change of scenery. Pushing across the barren landscape his back dug divots as it grew, small at first, but getting larger the more muscle mass it accumulated. He barely paid it any mind as the incredible sensation of his burgeoning bulk overpowered everything else.

It was actually fortuitous that Bunnymund made the call to travel out in the open as it meant he could actually watch his form flourish with his own two eyes. His turgid spire started towering over the area around him as another foot of cockflesh was added - nothing nearby able to compete with three feet of solid rabbit dick - but it wasn't quite as big as he hoped it'd be given the immensity of the rest of his body. He'd come to enjoy the size he gained, even go so far as to adore it, but not knowing what caused it to appear on him and why still baffled him, not that he was about to complain, of course.

Still, this not happening until literally today felt particularly bizarre. He racked his brain as he attempted to think of an answer, though ultimately coming up with nothing that made sense. It never happened to him in the past, nor his teammates, and only once had he ever changed sizes; he didn't want to relive _that_in the slightest.

Wait, that must be it! The solution to the puzzle immediately hit him - Easter had been a roaring success, so much so that it must've expanded belief in him the world over.

The thought instantly put a smile on his face. Why wouldn't people believe in him? He was a legend! An Aussie badass that regularly brought joy to an ever-increasing amount of kids around the world, clearly the one mythical figure that appealed to the humans the most right now.

He whooped aloud at the realization, thrilled to bits that all his hard work paid off in such an unbelievable manner. Every burst of growth added more inches across all his measurements, the amount of beef pouring onto his frame now effortlessly in the triple digits. It had to be to keep pace with his soaring height.

The stale air of the desert was also an unexpected boon as it allowed for his vigourous musk to collect around him. He gasped when it hit his nostrils again, filling his nose with the strong scent and imprinting on his brain. How he'd not thought of discovering such a wonderful aroma on his own befuddled him.

Thicker and thicker Bunnymund grew, his incomparable physique swollen with lapin heft that didn't seem content with ending that now. What a view it gave him! Craning his neck forward was a tad more difficult with how much his traps rose along his neck, but it gave him a gorgeous look at his bulging chest, like two hills dreaming of becoming mountains. He became infatuated with their blossoming size, his hands fondling the firm mounds of muscle mass the way he would a lover. A slight grunt rumbled in his throat as the pleasure derived from such a simple act involuntarily bucked his hips.

Speaking of his crotch rocket, it looked to be tearing away from staying proportional, now surging farther in length, the sight of which was visible whenever he flexed his pelvis. Three feet turned into four, quickly turning into five. It wouldn't be long before it matched the height of his torso, the thought of which oozed a copious volume of pre trickling down his rigid spire in rivulets.

That was only possible thanks to the biggest cum tanks in the world. The fattened testosterone factories fueled his arousal with the need to blast their load, audibly churning what might've been a large pond's worth of bunnybatter, though not stopping. It had pressure building up in his prostate. Every tingle of stimulation gathered from himself, the arid ground capitulating to his swelling back muscles, and his own tremendous desire to cum only pushed his horniness further, practically begging him to scale the wall of orgasm until he tumbled over the edge in a glorious display of virile masculinity.

What a show that would be! He'd be a landmark in his own right, a lapin wonder of this world. The biggest rabbit on the planet, every dimension dominating the view of the landscape around him, his output flooding the nearby area like his prick was a geyser. Only a stud like him could pull off such an amazing feat.

It was official - he was in love with himself.

The thought of raining his seed across the dusty desert got his hands on his shaft again. He wanted - no, needed - to cum, but alas it remained just out of reach, only driving him further up the wall. His body grew racked with arousal and yet was unable to quell it no matter how much he pumped his throbbing pillar. Ugh, he just wanted to shoot his load.

But that, sadly, wouldn't come soon despite his best efforts. No matter how much his hands groped his bloating cock - now fully unable to encircle the obelisk of a meatlog - he couldn't push past the edge just quite yet.

That didn't stop him from trying, however, and he continued to bob his hands along his pulsating pole, his fingers getting coated in translucent preseed. The imposing thing basically had a mind of its own when it came to growth, somehow keeping up with the tremendous size of his trunk. It wasn't nearly as wide given how much his record-breaking lats flared out, but it seemed determined on getting there.

The same was said of his balls, which virtually inflated the hornier he got. He let out another moan, low and loud - an indication of his desire to let loose a flood of spunk. Despite how hard and fast he slid his hands along his rising rod, climax just wouldn't come. What was he doing wrong? He knew he hadn't done this in a fairly long time, but the motions were all the same. It wasn't like things had suddenly changed and his biology demanded he did things differently.

Was release actually possible? The thought only just crossed his mind. He sure hoped so.

Maybe he just needed a change of tactics. While it was disappointing to Bunnymund that he couldn't seem to jerk himself to orgasm, the situation he found himself in was drastically different to any other time in the past. Being out in the middle of uninhabited territory seemed like it wouldn't provide much else to help him, but he wasn't about to let that stop him; he was resourceful as hell, after all, with the proof being that he just then thought of something that might help his conundrum.

Letting his animalistic instincts take the lead, he flipped himself onto his hands and knees - a feat worthy of praise considering his impossible physique - and then pushed himself to his feet, though feeling a bit wobbly with how top-heavy he'd become. Not to mention how much his view had changed since he last remembered it; he could see for whole kilometres around!

But he wasn't there to sightsee, unless it was gazing upon his majesty. So much musculature had piled onto his body, stuffing his frame with thousands of pounds of bunny beef that only kept swelling in all directions. Not to mention his cock - that thing was actually enormous! His height was hard to keep track of considering how he continually grew well into the air above him, but his throbbing shaft could be seen above the top of his pec shelf, pushed away by how much those boulders jutted out from his chest. The thought that he couldn't get it to blast ropes of jizz no matter how much he wanted to positively tortured him. Oh, how he just wanted to breed so badly!

Which is where his idea came in. With a stomp of his mighty foot, a hole appeared in the ground, gaping the dirt to form a tunnel that he'd normally use to traverse around the world with. This time, however, he had other plans, a devilish grin worming its way across his face as he bent back down, hunkering over the newly-formed pit.

The hole only grew to the scope it needed to be to let him travel at the size that he summoned it at, which would've been a problem with how quickly he grew. But its purpose wasn't for going on any journey. No, his idea called for something else entirely, which he acted upon instantaneously.

With a pump of his hips, he slammed his girthy length into the yawning hole, catching the sides with his shaft before it got too big to fit. That activated the magic, letting it resize around his dick no matter how huge it got.

He sighed in relief that he managed to slip into the tunnel in time. It was far more pleasurable than he thought it'd be, the burrow fairly tight around his crotch rocket while still accommodating his immensity like it would for any large being that wanted to slip through. He groaned as a test thrust told him there was still resistance involved, electrifying his nerves with an increased need to unleash his orbs. While he knew that he'd end up unloading into his Warren as that's where the tunnel connected to, he didn't think of it as a problem considering that he'd planned for all sorts of calamities should they occur. He had contingencies for everything.

Bunnymund couldn't believe the pleasure pummeling his brain from simply sticking his cock in the magical hole. He moaned aloud, possibly alerting his presence to a potential audience should someone actually be around. Thicker he swelled, his muscles bulging all over as they exploded seemingly for no reason. His ascension had him broadening at a much faster pace than his height grew, pushing his width closer to that mark than he realized it'd be. The thought of them equalling got him spurting.

With a grunt he slammed his hips to the ground, cracks forming in the dirt that got swallowed up as the hole yawned bigger. The colossi he'd become could impact the continent in ways he'd never dreamed of before, exciting him further. No one could possibly compare to him now!

He fucked the tunnel like he was drilling for oil, jackhammering his leviathan python further into the earth beneath him. Despite his natural inclination for sex given his form as a rabbit, it came by far too infrequently for his liking, with barely anyone on the planet able to keep up with both his stamina and endurance. Any potential partner would have to deal with his unrelenting strength as well now, as his instincts let him to rail the ground like he would a lover. The thought of a guy sturdy enough to handle his immensity had him leaking like the world's biggest faucet.

Comparisons for his body seemed unlikely now. Redwoods were probably some of the thickest things in existence, but the sight of his monumental legs put them to shame, even going so far as to make skyscrapers look small. Hell, he might be able to kick them into rubble without trying.

Mountain ranges wished they had peaks like what his back possessed, the difference in height between the tops of his muscles and the valleys between them not quite to their level yet, but far more appealing to look at. The same was said of his front, with his chest billowing out into prodigious mounds of beef that cratered the ground underneath him as his weight pressed down on the dirt. Sooner or later someone would stumble upon these bizarrely-shaped holes, unaware of the titan that caused them to come into being.

His balls were unlike anything he'd laid his eyes on - if he could even see them, that was. With the enormity of his pecs, he couldn't witness the grandeur of cum tanks the size of the Sydney Opera House flattening the dirt unfortunate enough to be beneath them. They positively roiled with seed, gurgling with fresh seed that he craved releasing. He'd get his wish eventually, he hoped; he didn't know if he could handle perpetual blue balls.

Even his ass defied analogy. The twin globes of rabbit bulk tensed into dimpled masses, looking as if expertly carved out of marble covered in a layer of blue and white fur. They flexed with power with every thrust, able to crush even the biggest of freighters between them were they ever in the position to test that out. His powderpuff tail kept pace with the rest of his body's growth, giving the overwhelming masculine appearance of his rear end a cute touch that defined his species. Hey, he wouldn't complain about it; it served him well in making him look inviting to others.

But his mammothian log of rabbit fuckmeat was easily the hardest to relate to. Oil derricks didn't come close to how much he could output without trying, needing a ton of effort that he didn't have to expend to produce much better results. The humans could learn a thing or two by watching him, but _of course_they weren't around to witness his ascension.

The way Bunnymund's chest inched closer to his face with every passing second made his musk seem stronger as he inhaled it, using it to further his will to cum. He loved the manly essence that basically poured off his bulk as he overtook the Australian outback. Every breath inundated him with a fresh drag of the aroma, wishing he could experience it right from the source. His chest was so close to his face that it was nearly possible.

His growth emboldened the fur that previously grew across his body, his pectorals in particular displaying an absolute forest of hair sprouting between them as they continued to bloat larger. With how gigantic he'd gotten in this short little while, someone might actually be able to lose themselves in the valley formed by the colossal boulders, helpless to find their way out unless managing to get lucky. In a way he wished that could be him.

The bushy fur under his pits became more and more visible the bigger he got, his arms forced apart at greater degrees as his pecs and lats fought them for the room they possessed. In spite of having a set of limbs that could punch through kilometres of solid rock, they were no match for the tonnage that the rest of his torso packed on.

While he had no chance of seeing the tunnel he created thanks to a ridiculous amount of himself in the way, he could certainly still feel it, knowing full well that it'd grown magnitudes larger than when he started, easily able to accommodate his surging cock. It wasn't like he'd run out of magic anytime soon.

His hips had kept a steady pace as he fucked the hole, crashing his balls into the ground, the thuds resonating across an increasingly larger area of the continent by the second. He'd fully lost himself in his craving to blow his load. More and more he pistoned into the burrow, every part of his body moving like a well-oiled machine, all working towards bringing him to an orgasm the likes of which the world had ever seen. Not even the other Guardians would be able to predict such an eruption to come out of someone as unassuming as him. Easter must matter more than the others said it did, he snickered.

How much mass had he put on - how big had he gotten - when would this all end? All good questions that he didn't possess answers to, though none that he had the capacity to deal with at the moment. The way he effortlessly terraformed the land he supported himself with told him he'd grown past several tons of bunny, but how much exactly still eluded him.

Regardless, he persisted in his thrusting, using the euphoric sensation of expanding across the landscape as a means to inflame his arousal. He wanted to endlessly grow as much as he desired blowing his load.

He certainly got his wish to get huge if one were to look at him. Traps that barely registered on him before had now swallowed his neck, tickling his ears as they continued their rise above his head. Shoulders that he once could've called cannonball-like now dwarfed any fortress that would've fired them. Lats that he didn't even pay attention to grew wider than entire cities, flat enough to land aircraft on and wide enough to house a hanger in order to store them all. There wasn't anything that could touch his size now.

Every slam of his orbs indented the ground further than the previous one did, each impact sending a jolt of electric bliss ripping up his spine into the pleasure centre of his brain. He'd never felt such ecstasy in his life, longing for more to deluge him, unknowing of what that even looked like.

While every part of his body was a marvel of rabbit physique that had no equal, his ass cheeks in particular would draw massive amounts of attention for the way they bubbled into megalithic slabs of beef. His other muscle groups were truly in a league of their own, sure, but even they could smother entire countries under their impossible bulk in a way that the rest of him couldn't. It wasn't something he intended on trying out, but the thought intrigued him.

More and more bucked his hips against the ground, his incomparably massive schlong pounding the tunnel like there was no tomorrow. His obscene ascension into accidental godhood had his cockflesh riddled with veins wider than he'd ever seen or felt in his life, snaking along his shaft like rivers on a map. They supplied his pole with nutritious blood that kept him moving, not wanting to stop for a second.

How long his prick had grown, he had no idea, but were he actually drilling into the Earth he might be getting close to the core. The magic disposition of the burrow kept him from actually destroying the planet, much to his relief. He was a Guardian, after all; that'd be antithetical to everything he stood for.

Time didn't seem to matter to him anymore as his mind solely focused on unleashing his balls into the hole. He humped at the tunnel like he'd never get the opportunity to again, knowing full well he could do that whenever he wanted to. Feeling this good all the time appealed to him, and he can't imagine he'd go too long without draining his orbs at his size.

It was then he could feel it - the start of his orgasm. His breathing grew laboured, snorting his desire as he continued to pummel the dirt, compacting it better than any man-made machine could ever hope to do. Sweat dripped along him from top to tail, matting whatever patch of fur it could find that wasn't already saturated to begin with.

His musk wafted stronger as a result, helped by his chest practically billowing into his face. He couldn't believe the sheer megatonnage of pectoral muscle encompassing his current view, though he was grateful for the smell the produced as his heady fur tickled his nose. His nostrils flared wide to accept as much of the scent as he could. It got him to moan the hardest he had thus far, actually colouring his cheeks with a scarlet blush. He knew he loved how titanic he'd gotten, but he didn't know he adored it that much!

But it was exactly the ticket he needed to move himself closer to the edge. His thrusting got stronger, more forceful as his craving for climax grew. He could feel it in his loins how much his taint bulged out due to his prostate without even seeing it. It almost had him thinking that being so pent-up almost contributed to his unimaginable expansion in some way, though he couldn't be sure of that.

He snarled as his testosterone factories felt ready to burst, mentally begging for them to let go and end this. His eyes screwed shut as he concentrated on getting himself off. He could feel his fucking slowing down, his throbbing pillar twitching in anticipation. Any vocalization that emanated from him was far needier than he'd have liked it to be, but with the way his body ran on autopilot it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the matter.

After what felt like several long eternities his dam finally broke open, a veritable flood of spunk shooting up his cumpipe jettisoned from his cock and into the tunnel, deluging the magical hole with a relentless torrent of creamy, white seed. The unwavering barrage of pleasure pummeling his very being had him doing his damndest to hold on, unsure if he had the fortitude to.

His cum tanks could create river systems, there was no doubt about that. Balls that towered over the tallest of manmade structures produced enough jizz to swamp the continent, and given his affiliation with all things nature and springtime, it might just act like a fountain of life and bring lush wilderness to such a dry, barren stretch of land. He had no way of knowing that for sure, but there was a way of finding out. Well, maybe he'd need help toning down his output first; he wasn't there to hurt the humans after all.

The never-ending euphoria had his arms buckling as they attempted in vain to support him. It sent him unceremoniously crashing into the ground below him, his hypermuscled pecs cratering the dirt in a way that only he could.

He groaned as he kept his pelvis flush with the hole, preventing any of his load from escaping out of the burrow. It had the added effect of clenching his ass cheeks together, nearly doubling their size as their immensity flexed, the feeling getting him to pant up a storm as sexual delight raged through him, saturating his tremendous form with the world's mightiest orgasm.

Bunnymund couldn't do anything else but lay there and gasp for breath, his tongue lolling past his buckteeth as his lungs sucked in whatever air they could take in - that being saturated with his own delectable smell.

His flow had died down at some point, but he couldn't even remember when. How long had he been lying there? He'd likely never know.

A quick test of his limbs told him he was recovering, able to bend them enough to gradually push himself up. The same was done with his knees, slowly shuffling along the ground as his thighs tensed from exertion, deep trenches being dug into the dirt without him realizing. He had no care for that given that no one lived in the area and likely wouldn't notice anything for quite some time.

Wait a minute, something seemed off. Well, it was off compared to what he just went through - he'd stopped growing. The discovery amazed him considering he had no idea how he started getting huge in the first place, let alone what halted it.

While his ascension sadly stopped, he noticed he didn't appear to be shrinking either. Did people really love him that much? Shit, that was awesome! Big enough to smother multiple countries at once, and it was all thanks to the love he got from the humans. Christmas never brought out this kind of a reaction; he couldn't wait to wipe the smirking grin off North's face the next time he saw the bastard.

Carefully he pulled his softening rod free of its confines, the force brought on by the just big enough tunnel dissipating and getting him to sigh in relief. He stayed flaccid for all of about two seconds when an errant brush of his hand against a fat nipple - forced to point straight down due to thousands of tons of rabbit pectoral stuffed onto his frame - made it throb to full mast once more.

He huffed in disbelief, not only that he was still horny, but also by the fact that his monumental obelisk actually jutted past his head, much further than his titanic traps did. The possibility of such a thing eluded him, but learning of that got him hard in seconds.

Righting himself onto his feet let him understand just how much he towered over everything else. The colossus of a lapin was unlike anything that anyone on the planet had laid eyes on, and likely could be seen for kilometres around. While the thought got him going again, he figured he had some more important things to take care of at the moment. It surprised even him how much discipline he maintained in spite of his overpowering need to relieve his sexual tension once more. Downtime must be a thing of the past now for him.

As daintily as he could manage, Bunnymund tapped his foot on the ground, the impact still recording on every seismometer across the landmass. Nothing he did now was gentle because of his inconceivable size. In seconds another burrow yawned open the ground, completely free of bunnybatter thanks to the magic latent in his abilities. With a slight hop he disappeared down the hole, making it appear like he was never there once it closed up, that is if one were to ignore the ground he carved up.

Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he barreled down the burrow. His Warren would absolutely need some remodeling work done now, though the thought of which barely registered as he knew he'd accomplish it no problem. Even entering the foyer would be enough to inadvertently force the room bigger to accommodate him.

One thought that stuck with him was just how much cum he'd pumped out of his balls, what felt like an ocean's worth of spunk would all but vanish in his realm. It happened no matter what size he was, which he was thankful to have thought of ahead of time as it made cleanup much simpler.

It was the first time in history that Easter came twice in a year.