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TITILLATING TALES OF THE BEACH BUNNY in:

THE BEACH BUNNY VERSUS THE SAND CRAB

CHAPTER ONE

Sandy Humper hated her name. It had caused her nothing but embarrassment and misery during all of her high school years and had been one of the many reasons she had not pursued a college education immediately after eking out her high school diploma. I mean, Sandy! Who on earth would name their daughter Sandy? Ugh!

Another reason was her very low grades, her perchance for fun, her easily distractible nature, and her mother’s recent separation from her father. Though her mother and father had never married, they had always behaved as a married couple should, that is up until her mother had caught her father with his sectary on his lap. A slight indiscretion, if either of them had been wearing any clothes at the time, but as neither of the blinking pair had been, it was adequate grounds for her mother to kick her father squarely out of their house of twenty two years.

Sandy had sided with her mother, whom she took after in both looks and sadly in brains. Her mother had been a very popular B-movie star when her C.E.O. Wall street tycoon father had met her. Her specialty had been in screaming in slow motion while various monsters ripped her few wet clothes from her taunt large breasted body. The man her mother took up with after her separation turned out to be a major creep who stopped at nothing to stumble in on Sandy when ever she was disrobing or bathing. Finally he had made a crude pass at her which her mother had walked in on, and that had been the end of that nightmare. Well sort of, Sandy’s mother had insisted that Sandy her self had been something of the instigator in the whole sordid mess and the two of them had one of their frequent rows. Sandy had stormed off to her fathers, but his new girl friend had not been exactly thrilled by her prescience, and she had been in a terrible moody state when her mother’s sister Cindy from the west coast had phoned in with her usual summer offer of inviting Sandy to come out and visit her. This offer had always been universally turned down by both her parents in the past but this time they hesitantly consented and off she went.

Sandy’s mothers only other living relative was Cindy, her older sister, who after their parents tragic death in a small plane crash while on a skiing holiday, had taken over their father’s magazine; ‘Humper’. Cindy had taken the smutty men’s magazine and had emboldened it with her ultra feminist ideology into one of the premier adult entertainment empires in the world. Cindy some how combined the raw images of the sexplotive photos of the nude women with her feminist rants into a decidedly oddly entertaining magazine that should have offended just about every body but in fact seemed to end up being some melting pot of counter culture think tank on politics and sociology. Its success was impossible to neither pin down nor duplicate and it quickly became iconic in the world of international hip pop culture. The symbol of the ‘Humper’ bunny girls could be found just about every where and on just about everything.

Despite that, or perhaps because of it, Sandy’s parents had always kept their incredibly pretty and not very bright daughter away from Cindy and her fast lane empire. But times change, or at least people do and the once controversial magazine had become almost complacent and conservative in the public realm. It was seen no longer as a hot bed of change so much as a safe staple of continuation; and Cindy her self, the once all night hedonistic wild child of the social set, had settled in over the past decades into a homebody existence with her long time lesbian lover Elaine. All night every night parties had been replaced with elegant formal premier event hosting, and the infamous ‘rumpus’ room had become a storage closet for boxes of memorabilia. One was more likely to now associate Cindy Humper’s name with a witty quip from the Presidential Art Awards Gala then any salacious tid-bit from the gossip rags. True, Cindy had celebrated her fifty-ish birth day with a huge week long party in Morocco resplendent with a cast of Satyrs and Nymphs and barges full of porno stars in their birth day suits and she had gone for a nude swim her self in a famous fountain in Rome the week before, but every one saw that as the last gasp and nod to what had once been, and wistful smiles of fondest youth’s passing was turned her way more often than any real scornful glares as had once been so prevalent in such cases. Still it was with some trepidation that her mother kissed her daughter’s cheek and put Sandy on that plane. If her own life had not been in such a shambling scandalous state, she may have plucked her daughter back right then and there, but she cringed at the hypocrisy and merely waved and wondered if she could ever patch things up in her own life ever again.

Sandy’s new life was only superficially any deferent from her old previous one back on the dreary east coast. She had only ever been interested in having a good time, and using her incredible good looks to advantage in finding it and getting it for free. She had naturally and nervously assumed that upon arriving at Cindy’s beach side mansion that the whole damn would burst and she would be up to her well groomed eye brows in sex, drugs, and rock and roll. After two weeks she was slowly beginning to realize this was not turning out to be the case.

Cindy spent most of her days in luncheons and meetings with local and international charities and her evenings sitting around with her partner Elaine going over notes or playing Scrabble .The large house and grounds were basically deserted except for some rather old slow moving servants who seemed to putter about picking and plucking at things to no real purpose. Cindy still wrote the editorial for the Humper Magazine, and she still did some high profile interviews with notable figures, but other than the occasional visit by an especially ‘gifted’ Humper bunny model to chat and shake hands, the place was dull and empty as a parking garage at 3 am.

In fact, for the first time since she was twelve, eighteen year old Sandy had gone with out sex for an entire two weeks! True she had managed to rub a coupe of much needed ‘gaspers’ out on her joy button every day, but she was use to her stable of boy toys, and she found the utter absence of not only any thing remotely male, but female as well irksome to say the least. Not only were the large house and its grounds a ghost town, but the small beach it was built hovering over was enclosed by two jutting crescent cliffs. Making it not only ‘privet’ but isolated and barren of any life but her and the occasional seal wandering its lonely shore. Sandy wasn’t use to being alone. She was use to scores of men and even women swarming around her, trying desperately to get in her tight little lace panties. The boredom was surely going to kill her. True she could tan nude anytime she felt like it, providing the sun was willing to do it’s part, but what good was an all over immaculate tan if their was no one to use it on?

The two sparse weeks of quiet solitude had shown Sandy a lot about her self and she didn’t like that. She was just starting to realize she was indeed something of an incurable sluttish tease and that her mother was probably right about her flirting with her mother’s new boyfriend leading him on, when she shook it all aside and decided to escape for the day and travel three miles to the nearest public beach. She had convinced Cindy to loan her a driver so she wouldn’t have to take the dreaded bus, but the driver turned out to be the fifty-seven year old cook Juanita who didn’t speak anything recognizable as English. Cindy may have spoke dozens of languages, but Sandy had failed first year English grammar three years in row, and would probably still be taking summer school if her father hadn’t kicked in every year enough funds for the senior class trip to France. Sandy had liked France, she liked to think that she spoke the international language of love very fluently indeed, and prized herself that she held ever sexual record her girl friends had thought up both at home and abroad.

It took some doing, but Sandy had managed to separate herself from Juanita. Instead of accompanying Sandy to the beach, Juanita would visit her family and return to pick Sandy up in three hours. That seemed plenty of time to Sandy for her to find some local hunk and if not manage a quickie, then at least get some digits for latter. But all along in the back of her mind, Sandy had known that ‘latter’ wasn’t going to cut it. She needed some flesh and boner contact, now, today, this very minute. As such she had taken no chances and underneath her sun dress she was wearing the skimpiest string bikini she owned. One so slim and small that she had never dared wear it back at the beaches back home. But things were definitely more conservative back there; weren’t they? She chewed a thumb nail as she turned away from Juanita’s small rusted compact car (damn sea air) and began to walk slowly toward the alien beach. So far it seemed oddly deserted, well, there was an overweight mother in a yellow one piece playing with her young children, an old man pacing along apparently lost in thought, some more kids playing some game that seemed composed entirely out of screaming and running, a fat middle aged man in shorts and gray chest hair was puffing along the surf edge ( was that suppose to be an attempt at jogging?), and some couples in various seedy lawn chairs under large faded umbrellas chatted and squinted behind knock off designer sun glasses. In fact there were several people scattered about the beach, but no one under a hundred! And definitely no hot hunks to tease and reel in; ‘hell, I’d even settle for a hot girl right now!’ Sandy was certainly not a lesbian, but she saw nothing wrong with a one night stand every now and then with another woman, providing the woman was hot and there just wasn’t anything else with ‘meat’ swinging between it’s legs in the immediate vicinity. In fact, though she would have been surprised by the knowledge of it, Sandy’s ratio of male to female lovers numbered no more than three to one. Considering the rather large number of individuals this encompassed that’s a lot of ‘pie’ making up her sexual diet.

Right now the only thing remotely interesting blipping on her radar was a young girl off to her left. Too young, or was that simply because she was sitting along side her family? The girl was definitely ‘doable’, but Sandy cringed at settling for an awkward feel up when she desperately needed some man meat to distill her whirling juices.

Sandy walked along the beach with her large beach towel over her tan arm, staying back from the surf pretending to absently gaze out over it’s bird dotted horizon, but all the while eagerly scanning the few people on the shore. ‘Where was every one?’ It never occurred to her that Monday morning at eleven am was perhaps not the best time to go fishing for fucking. ‘What a crappy beach!’ It was run down. ‘How can a beach, be run down? It’s just sand and water!’ They place did look like the tried slum rundown beach equivalent of an abandoned tenement housing project.

Finally she saw a small group of young people, about half a dozen lounging around an old ice cooler. It was obvious to her long tendered instincts that all the boys in the small group were spoken for, and apparently by the young women present, but it was all there was and she had stolen tons of boys and even some girls before, and all was fair in love and war, and fuck! She was horny! Hornier than she could ever remember being and that meant she had a say in things too!

Ignoring the increasingly sour stares of the young girls, Sandy sauntered by the small group and placed herself between them and the ocean, and set up her towel in as graceful and nonchalant manner as the steady breeze would allow her. She then slowly stood and taking care to turn her body half way back to the group, which she could see out of the corner of her mirrored sun glassed eyes, was trying hard to pretended to ignore her, but were indeed intensely wrapped in curiosity of her; she slowly pulled her yellow sun dress string ties and with well practiced showmanship, let drop the curtain revealing her magnificent tan toned body and the delicious little bikini that struggled to house it.

Sandy’s body was a genetic marvel and she knew it. She was a tall willowy thin limbed crystal shimmering blue eyed blonde with a haughty full hipped butt and large pert breasts that along with her super model face made every one she met open doors and fawn all over her. Right now it was making one angry young girl punch the shoulder of her mouth gapping boy friend in the group behind her, and in turn causing Sandy to have to pretend to search an athletic ballet well turned calf in query of some non-existent sand on her tiny heel to hide her smiling face. She realized she needed to give the moment some distance and pause and set her self down on her towel with her back to the whispering group. While she waited for the right moment to arrive and mindful of the hour glass of sands running out against her; Sandy busied her self between backward peeks of the group in her large sunglasses in side lenses which just caught some of the image of the objects behind her if she worked on her perceptions point of focal depth and frowned her face into the right leaning position, and staring admiringly at her own well sculpted body spread out before her.

As she waited for the group to simmer down behind her, Sandy’s attention became more and more absorbed in gazing at her own body rather than trying to secretly peer into her sunglasses reflections of the activities mulling about behind her. She had to admit she was very proud of her physic. The tinny pieces of expensive bright turquoise cloth shimmered and clung seductively to her golden brown frame. She found herself noting however in the sun’s increasing harsh glow that she should have taken a bit more care in her last bikini wax, the little blue suit seemed to have a mind to camel toe a bit more than she had imagined and the result was the hint of wispy blonde pubes poking up over the top of the bottoms band. This was something she wasn’t entirely concerned with, but she had noticed that so far every other woman on the beach was wearing either a one piece or a bikini top or banded top with cut offs or wraps. ‘Of course none of the other women had a body like she had, so that was understandable that they had to cover up their ‘uglies’,’ but she still felt a twinge of self consciousness at being the only fox at the beach. She was use to being the best looking girl all the time, but it had been quiet a while since she had been the ‘only’ decent looking girl! She mulled over how utterly remote Cindy’s house was. The nearest town was a run down bunch of squalid shacks and grocery stores, and a rather miserable pathetic beach. Sandy began to wonder if it wouldn’t indeed be better to just head back up the beach and walk the six blocks to where Juanita was spending the day with her brother’s wife and their children. This notion however was slowly rubbed away by the mental image of a small chain link fenced back yard full of screaming brats (Sandy didn’t much care for children), and the liberal application of sun tan oil she was rubbing into her bronze skin. The act of oil, sun, and her kneading fingers soon had her suit puckering at both her extended nipples and damping crotch. ‘To hell with it,’ she thought and decided to give it one last shot.

With practiced poise Sandy slid up to her feet and gave a long stretch, her long thick naturally curly hair cascading down the center of her back stopping just above her firm hips jutting plateau. She waited several seconds pretending to scan the distant ocean before her, before reaching back and as if in an after thought gently plucking her swim suits bottom out of the downy soft orbs of her butt cleft. Not that the thong offered much more coverage once it had been thus freed from it’s crept into confines, but she knew it directed every eye behind her on her magnificent full hips which she lost no time in putting into full rolling sway as she made her way down to the ocean. ‘Did she hear a low moan?’ She liked to think so and she lowered her head to hide her smile. She only regretted that they could only see her back side, which she put every practiced move into wiggling, and couldn’t also enjoy her rather impressive rack. She had a rather wonderful nicely sloped set of breasts, that though they may not have competed with size with most of the models in Humper Magazine, they were still a good healthy B cup and where entirely her own, and not purchased off the ‘rack’ so to speak. She was very happy with them, though her hips were a bit too large in proportion to them, still, they were firm and full of vibrant bounce and energy and she wouldn’t trade them for the entire world.

Sandy entered the gray foamy water pretty much knowing what would most likely occur. She had done similar things back on her own home beaches and other beaches around the world, so she had a pretty good idea how things would generally shape up. Things would fall out one of two ways; either one or more of the guys in the group would shed him self from the pack and come out into the water and join her, or they wouldn’t. If they didn’t she didn’t have time to slink her wet body around for some tantalizing hint-hint. Her mother called every day at the same time and Juanita would be back soon to rush her home in time to catch the phone call. Apparently no one had heard of cell phones in this back water neck of the woods. Her father called her irregularly and would always call back a few hours latter if she was out on the privet beach or a sleep.

If one or more of the boys ventured into the water then she would have to work fast. Fortunately she was use to that, she would smile at him chat coyly and then after he had been near her for a while she would simply slip her hand into his swimming trunks and begin stroking his cock, flashing her devastating devil smirk at him and giving a surprised pouting look if he seemed surprised at all. Only two things ever happened then; either the boy would fall head over heels in love with her and consider her a once in a life time miracle of a chance and pull her close to him and fondle and kiss her. In which case they would then leave for a more privet place to further their getting to know one another, or the boy would remain where he was, in which case it meant she would have to be discrete. Which she could do despite what anyone would think of her who thought they knew her. She would continue stroking the boy, but go back to smiling and chatting and laughing as if nothing were going on. Then she would guide his hand to her needy places, and when she thought he was ready she would insert him into her, and use her hands to tread water as if the pair of them where swimming in place and innocently chatting. In fact he would be standing on the ocean floor and the rolling surf would hide their feverish bodies slapping away at one another below the surface .It took some skill, she had to make sure she had them in just the right place from the shore before she reached out and grabbed his penis. Just far out enough that he could stand about chest deep and she could make it look like they where in much deeper water. Also he had to have his back to the shore because apparently boys couldn’t keep a poker face when they are getting their cocks fucked by some tight good pussy; she had gotten rather poised over her arousals, though she still needed to hide her face a bit at the moment of actual ‘achievement’. And there was the inevitable problem that when the guy would cum his legs seemed to suddenly go out and you found yourself being pulled under together which was not always humorous if you didn’t feel it coming. She had once fucked a real hunk for thirty minutes straight with his girl friend just a few feet away floating on a rubber raft. In fact, at one time she had actually floated between them and they had continued fucking right under her raft as she kept up this constant droning monologue about the couple’s engagement announcement that they were planning on making that very night. The whole time both Sandy and the guy, she couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t stop smiling broadly at one another, and they had both burst out laughing when their humping had gotten so intense that it was causing the raft to bounce and the girl to complain she was getting sea sick.

Sandy plunged into the water and wondered which boy or girl would come in after her? When she surfaced she noted the yucky smell of the water and its strange oily feel and taste. She also could make out the yelling of several of the young men, but her eyes where burning a bit and she dove back under to try and clear them from the odd feeling.

The next thing Sandy clearly remembered she was back at Cindy’s mansion, back in her summer room still feeling ill in a body covered with burning itching bandages. The water had turned out to be contaminated from run off from the local chemical plant and Sandy had not noticed any of the ‘no swimming’ signs posted around the beach. Cindy was furious, she had been trying to shut down the Crab Chemical Plant for years as it slowly poisoned the ocean and destroyed the local small town that had lost all its tourist business because of it and subsequently came to rely entirely upon its jobs for its clinging survival.

CHAPTER TWO

It had taken Cindy dragging several expert doctors onto the phone to settle Sandy’s mom down and convince her that Sandy didn’t need to be air lifted back to the east coast by a squad of Special Forces Marines. Her father had insisted on coming out and stayed two days before business tore him away, but Sandy had been happy to see him and felt much better after he had gone. In all she was laid up for three weeks pretty much destroying her summer vacation. Not that she felt much like going out anywhere as long as she looked like the bride of Frankenstein. She could have been up and walking around a lot sooner but she waited until the bandages came off her face, and her and everyone else in the room let out a collective sigh of relief to find that her beautiful face had not been marred in any way, in fact, no doubt due to the lotions and medicines, but her face seemed even more stunning and radiant than it had ever been before. Sandy put his down to her frequent nightmares of being horribly disfigured that had plagued her first in the hospital and then in her sweaty fevered sleeps back in Cindy’s sedate mansion., and the subsequent relief that was not to be the case.

The bandages on her body would remain on another week or more, but every one was just so happy that her face and arms were all right and that she wasn’t going to be the phantom of the opera. The doctors couldn’t really explain what had happened to her. The best they could offer was that she had had some kind of allergic reaction to the toxic run off polluting the beach. The current ran as such that Cindy’s privet cove remained pure from the run off of the Crab Chemical Plant and it had never occurred to anyone that Sandy would be in any danger in visiting the local public beach down the coast, after all Juanita was suppose to be with her. Juanita had of course blamed her self to no end but all was forgiven once the facial bandages came off and the beautiful shining face underneath peeked nervously out.

After that, the house returned back to normal and the doctors only visited once a week, but Sandy felt increasingly strange once all her disfigurement worries were over. The doctors had said the rest of her skin would be just as fine as her face and there was no longer anything to worry about, and the occasional peeks as bandages were redressed seemed to confirm this, but Sandy still felt increasingly ‘odd’. That was the only way she could describe it. Which didn’t really describe it at all, so she kept the unsettling feelings percolating in her mummy wrapped body to her self. She was also keeping something else to herself, something she at first wasn’t so sure of but latter decided to reveal to her ‘aunt’ Cindy.

What Sandy had been keeping to her self during the last couple of weeks and which she now was rather sure of since she had taken over tending to her own bandages, was that her breasts had started to grow! She hadn’t been sure at first, but with the doctor’s finial okay to remove the last of her bandages and one last thumb’s up physical, Sandy had promptly tried on one of her bras once she was alone. Her breasts had always fit snug into the soft lined cups before, but now they stretched the bra cups and spilled out and over the edges, despite the bra still fitting around her waist and back. At first she thought her perfect breasts had been ruined and she began to sob, but then she studied them closely and realized they where still pert and firm, but they had definitely become much fuller and rounder. Cindy had thought they might just be swollen due to the ordeal of bandages and the allergic rash and such, but had quickly dismissed this suggestion when Sandy had shown her the breasts them selves both in and out of her bra. It was obvious they had grown in size and not merely swollen up in some kind of irritated reaction. Cindy thought and then confided in Sandy that the principle chemicals produced at Crab Chemicals was birth control products and its principle run off had been found unofficially to contain a high concentrated soup of various hormones that was playing mutation havoc with the marine life. The two women had looked at one another then back down at Sandy’s plump breasts and their puffy areolas.

Cindy had remained oddly silent and thoughtful during the course of the next few weeks as Sandy wandered around the house and went back to working on her faded tan on the privet cove’s beach. Both women kept a silent watch and track of Sandy’s breast growth, and both women were relived when Sandy’s mammary seemed to stabilize and top out at a heavy full DD cup. Sandy was ecstatic with her new breasts and Cindy was just relived. Cindy had felt oddly responsible for the whole thing, not just because she was suppose to be looking out for the girl, but because she had fought hard in her youth for birth control for women and had failed to get the Crab factory to shut down or at least clean it’s self up after years of trying. This was especially gulling in that she had been so successful in righting so many other wrongs. One day after taking a long stroll on her privet beach, Cindy came to a decision and nodding her head at Sandy who was listening to her music head phones while nakedly gathering sea shells, she looked out over the sea and nodded vigorously again.

Over dinner that evening Cindy asked Sandy if she would like to extend her stay through out the rest of the year. Sandy, somewhat surprising herself had instantly agreed, if only her parents would allow it. Cindy had called them both at once and once again to Sandy’s surprise they had consented seemingly at once. In fact, Cindy had been working on the two for some time, but had not pressed them for a definitive answer until now. To Sandy’s father she had told him she was teaching Sandy about the business of running a media mogul empire, and that she was rapidly displaying a knack for it. Stunned by the notion that anyone could teach his beloved air headed daughter anything, and that she in turn was good at something other than being a shameless cock tease, he quickly assented. Sandy’s mother had taken a lot of good old fashioned family nudging but with her own life still wobbling around the edges she had agreed out of necessity rather than instinct. In either case, Sandy was free to remain at Cindy’s for the rest of the year and both women along with Juanita and Elaine had celebrated with toasts of Champagne and the promise of a nice evening out at a really elegant restaurant a short air flight away, followed by a night out on the town, in a town worth painting red! Sandy was giddy with joy; this was exactly what she had imagined staying at her aunt Cindy’s would be like! And she looked forward to the promised three day jaunt to the big city.

The little three day whirl turned into a seven week spin through several continents as business and pleasure mingled decisively. Cindy showed Sandy some of the grander splendors of the Humper world and some of its more pedestrian concrete dealings as well. All the while Cindy kept a side long evaluation of the young girl eyeing her up and down as they toured and traveled. Finally they small group shed their entourage and slipped home back to the back water quiet of Cindy’s little hidden beach and reclusive mansion. All the women were exhausted and Cindy waited for Sandy to catch her breath for a few days before getting the two of them alone over a nice glass of wine out on the veranda as the stars spilled out over head.

“Did you enjoy our little safari?” Cindy asked pouring Sandy some more wine.

“Yes, it was wonderful! What I’ve always dreamed life should be,” Sandy was bursting with joy.

“Yes,” Cindy chose her words carefully, “I took the liberty of watching you during our little holiday. I’m going to be bold with you Sandy, because I feel we have become such very close friends lately. I’m going to tell you some good things and some bad things, but nothing I’m telling you is nor will hurt you if you’ll hear me to the end. As such I want you to listen to me carefully. You are a brash little girl who is utterly obsessed with her own pleasure, who can’t go a minute without thinking or pursuing some act of sexual gratification. You enjoy teasing and enticing all around you, and you believe ever one should satisfy your littlest whim without any regard of any one else’s feelings or the prices others have to pay. You’re arrogant, vain, petty, shallow, hedonistic to an extreme, and you have utterly no head at all for business or even day to day realities of living. In short you are exactly as I was at your age. Only the sudden death of my parents forced me to learn the family business, which was essentially the humane condition, not sex. And my own fiery passion for women’s liberation gave me drive if not direction. I made a lot of mistakes, but I survived, but mere survival is no real measure of success, rather it’s just a passing prerequisite if you want to enjoy said success. I intend Sandy to leave you in charge of Humper Magazine when I retire. All this you just tasted these past few weeks will be yours to live as you will. But child, you’ll never be able to run the mechanics of it on your own. You have the soul, the energy, the allure, the passion, of life necessary to keep it all thriving, but you’ll never have the savvy or the wisdom. Fortunately, the Magazine and its subsidiaries pretty much run their selves any more, but every fleet needs a flag ship, and that is where you’ll thrive and prosper. It’s your gift, and perhaps your bane of existence. But it will be something of a shallow life if you can find no more value in it than your next orgasm. You can fill your days and nights with wine and roses, but not your hart nor soul. Here, I want to show you something.” Cindy took the slightly dazed Sandy to a box she had laid out on a near by table earlier. “You see this? Open it.” Sandy did, and found amongst the tissue paper a carefully folded Humper bunny costume. The kind of cheesy little one piece velvet swimsuit out fit the models would wear back when Sandy’s grandfather ran the magazine. Resplendent with little puffy tail and a pair of wobbly bunny ears oddly fashioned to a plastic hair comb band. “That,” said Cindy “Is no ordinary Humper bunny out fit. You see Sandy; I always believed that we have a duty to help others. We that have been so fortunate to have so much in a world where most have so little. Sadly, it is the nature of the human ego’s necessity to survive in face of its limited understandings and its short sighted actions, to see a balance and self determination where there frankly isn’t one. For example, if several soldiers leap out of a helicopter and one is shot dead by a stray bullet from hostile or even friendly fire, dose that make that dead soldier less of a solider or the survivors more of soldiers? Was one better trained or worse trained than the others? No, one was less lucky than the others, but no one likes that idea of ‘luck’, so they deny its existence or call it by other names, but it’s real and it’s there. It’s all the factors of impact upon the events that we have no real hands on immediate control over, and ‘it’ rather than most other elements is what makes a few wealthy and most poor, or one man dead and another alive. You see Sandy; opportunities in life are tied to resources ‘not’ endeavors as we wealthy few like to imagine. Do we really work harder or smarter, or are our services really of such a greater demand or skill, that we should have so very, very much more than all the others? Was the ancient Greek system of democracy so piss pour that it kept the Greek city states in perpetual unbalanced civil wars, or was it the utter lack of water and farmable land and plentiful fishing shoals that reduced the Greeks to constant squabbles of desperate survival? And is our own democracy really so much wiser and better than any other of the worlds other public ruled systems, or is it because we have the largest quantities of cheap natural resources left in the world? Perhaps we can’t save the man who took the bullet instead of us, but we can take our lucky opportunities that have made us richer by far than the majority, and instead of pretending that wealth is ours by right, over come this curse of baser greed and use our wealth to help others. Unfortunately, the first thing one realizes once you accept such responsibilities is that where the most need is the most needed is where other wealthy elitist have set up defenses of their own wealth and power at a cost of lessening the quality of life of the poorer majority. In short, it’s your class neighbors doing the most harm, not natural disasters or a single entity of evil in the world. It’s the countless CEO’s who say, in running their car manufacturing company, use their money and power to prevent cheap safe mass public transit systems being built, thus keeping the majority in crippling debts of despair in trudging back and forth to work in inadequate built to fail automobiles. Resources misspent not for greater good but pissed away on individual greed and toxins and poisons polluting the few remaining resources left at hand. As such, in my youth, I had run up against many nasty things that were very wrong, but greed and power had made those wrongs legally protected rights. People suffered horribly as corporations and governments became institutions of repression and avarice, driven by independent wills of survival rather than service.” Cindy reached into the box and pulled out of the piles of tissue a little mask and held it up to her face. “I put this on and sought to accomplish, err, justice I suppose. I broke into offices, searched file cabinets, hunted out evidence, and sometimes managed to bring down one or two untouchable bad guys. But never the whole or the worse of the lot. In the end it just wasn’t me. I found that through working in combining media and people I could do things more effectively. Charities, fund raisers, protest marches, debates, what I do now. My talent was in organization and in public speaking. Not in running about as a costumed vigilante, it was the age of comic books you see. Ha! Huh, any way, I wanted to show you this Sandy, because child, yours is not a talent of the gift of gab or power luncheons or wringing hands with corporate lawyers in polished marble hall ways. Your prescience and power is physical, not mental. You have the most natural athletic body I’ve ever seen, and an almost incredible aptitude for movement and agility. “

“You want me to dress up like this?’ Sandy asked incredulously.

“No,” Cindy tossed the mask back into the box rather wistfully. “I’m merely trying to show you that there are many ways to approach a problem and that when you meet with difficulties in one direction a reversal of tactics may prove more advantageous to all. I’m just trying to say that you may think that parties and orgies are all that life entails as long as some one else is footing the bills, and the magazine will do that. It will keep you up to your shaved arm pits in men and music, but eventually you’ll whish your life had had more substance to go along with all that sauce. And for you child, with the loss of your youth, there will be a loss of much of what you could have done. For to be blunt, you are some what lacking in the other departments not with standing your obvious charms and social graces mind you. You have of course noticed that the chemical accident you suffered through as changed you considerably? Your entire body and face have become, more beautiful to put it simply. You have also become more graceful and stronger. You have noticed that? I mean, I know you have become rather ‘proud’ of your increased bust size, but surly you have noticed the other changes in your over all appearance?”

“I think my boobies are still getting bigger!” Sandy smiled and laughed.

“Err, well, that’s nice, but in addition, or more honestly, in subtraction you must have noticed that as your body’s over all appearance has taken on an almost unnatural allure and enticing glow to it, your mental activities have, well, become some what decreased.”

“I’m getting stupider.” Sandy pouted.

“Well, not less intelligent, just maybe an increased difficulty with problem solving. Your memory seems untouched and your capability to learn new information seems unimpaired but your ability to judge things or process information seems to have slowed, noticeably.”

“What am I going to do auntie? I’m becoming a dumb blonde!”

“There, there, child don’t fuss so. You are NOT dumb, and what you should do. Is shut down that Crab Chemical plant that’s done this little thing to you and so MUCH worse to so many others.”

“But how can I do that? How can I do anything about that? You said you have been trying for years to force them to clean up their waste.” Sandy was still looking like she might cry, her large eyes shimmering in her wine blushed face.

“Well, I may have failed because the Crabs have entrenched themselves in the pockets of the local politicians too deeply for me to dislodge them, but a more aggressive approach may succeed where the legal corridors of justice have become circumvented or blocked.”

“But auntie, do I really have to wear this ugly old thing!” Sandy sneered at the costume and Cindy took it out of her hands and put it back into the box.

“Of course not, you should however think about some kind of identity protecting out fit. They have video security cameras now a days, and sneaking into the Crab Chemical complex isn’t going to be easy. You’ll have to practice here for a while; fortunately I have an extensive series of files on all the Crab holdings garnered over the years. We’ll work together on this. After all something has to be done.”

Sandy could tell she had hurt Cindy’s feelings about the Humper bunny suit and she tried to stumble through an apology. “It’s just that, it so bulky, it covers up so much, and you could never really move in it and stuff.”

Cindy looked at Sandy incredulously. It was true that Sandy spent most of her days and nights wandering about the house and grounds in the buff, and when they did go out her choice of attire was skimpy, sheer, and often non-existent, but still! “What did you have in mind then? Well no matter, you can of course design any kind of out fit you like, and I’m sure the Humper Empire can accommodate it discreetly.” Cindy was suddenly caught up in the girls exploding enthusiasm and started laughing despite her self; shaking her head she put the lid back on the box and called over her shoulder, “Come on my little beach bum, there’s a lot of work to do if you’re going to pull this off successfully.”

“Oh, can I bring the wine with us auntie?”

“Sure, why not? Pleasure is our business. Now come on.” And the two of them scampered off to the study to mull over Cindy’s files on the Crab Corporation.

CHAPTER THREE

It was decided by committee, never a good way to make any important decision, that the best hope of bringing down the Crab Corporation was to find hard copy evidence of its muti-dupilcitous dealings. Any attempt to try and bring down the fat conglomerate through or by exposing it’s lethal hazards to the environment had proved laughable under a Presidency and government so publicly indifferent to environmental rape and so avowed in the share cropping of limited natural resources in the cheapest and most wasteful manner possible, which in turn generated both the highest short term profits and the most long term disasters. The committee, this being Cindy (in charge of resource management and tactical strategies), Elaine (who was the coordinator and planer of events), Sandy (who was the muscle or operative in the field), and Juanita ( who liked to knit and sit and enjoy the excitement of the whole thing, but also took care of some ground work and local contacts, no to mention the little sandwiches she made that had the crust cut off and a tooth pick stuck in their center, Sandy really loved those!) Any way, the committee decided that the best way to bring down the vile Crab Corporation was to infiltrate it and gather up some hard evidence along it’s more illicit off shore banking accounts, money laundering, illegal chemical sells to foreign powers, and its own manufacture of illegal chemical products. This seemed a more profitable sheaf of information to hand the Humper legal department than more reams of stuff on the poisoning of the planet and the very real threat to the survival of the humane race, which no one cared about. Government lawyers cared about stolen money and national security, not the survival of the humane race, so that set their agenda in that regard.

The best possible place to attain this information was probably the large off shore oil rig that Crab had bought up years ago and converted into an enormous floating chemical plant in order to get by some legal loop holes in the environmental laws even the White House couldn’t pave over. But despite Sandy’s extensive training over the past few weeks and her surprising body’s increased athletic abilities, the committee agreed that the off shore platform was not a soft enough target for Sandy’s first sojourn in the field. Instead it was agreed a good secondary target was the large Crab warehouse just twelve miles down the coast, which no amount of legal muscle had been able to issue a search warrant for prying open its large ominous doors. The fact that Crab supplied several hush hush military contracts to the Pentagon had given them a blanket of protection from search and seizure that everyone knew, but few cared, was being horrendously abused in hiding other equally, but less noble minded, murky dealings in the large Warf warehouse down the coast. Sandy would sneak in, look for the information, get it, and sneak out. From this basic simple formula two more frantic and confusing weeks of arguing and head shaking had sprouted.

The first real concern Cindy had was to narrow down what exactly Sandy was going in to risk arrest over. Her niece’s problem solving skills had seemed to stop leaking out her ears so to speak, but it had left the girl as something of a ditz. Cindy wanted to make absolutely sure what it was Sandy was looking for, where it would be hidden, and if possible then let the girl practice doing the task over and over again in the safety of the mansion and it’s grounds. Cindy had come to think of Sandy as her own daughter, and despite her life time narrowing of vision of fighting against government censorship and injustice at any and all costs, she did not want any thing to happen to the sweet little girl, and was in fact having twinges of doubts about the whole thing. This problem was resolved by Juanita who in her conversations with the local families, many of them who worked for the despised Crabs, found out that there was temporarily being housed in the large warehouse several shipments of privet carrier files from other Crab holdings that was going to be sent out to the off shore platform during the next several days. These plastic storage totes contained several manifests which Cindy’s other watch dog groups had been tracking for several weeks. If Sandy could get these files back to Cindy, it would be a crucial cornerstone upon which future legal action could be taken. It was a viable risk, and worth the taking. Cindy set Sandy to practicing on some roughly made up mock models of what she would face according to the blue prints and other information the committee had gathered.

The second problem was how to get Sandy to the warehouse and back again safely and unnoticed by any one .It was absolutely vital that all involved remain clear and clean of this highly illegal act. Especially with defense contracts being present sitting there in the same totes as well. The argument had been over a land or sea rout, complicated by Sandy’s apparent occasional bouts with sea sickness. And it had quickly escalated into complex sketches of high tech dirigibles and stealth helicopters and submersible rocket cars. In the end Juanita drove Sandy within a block of the fenced off buildings. Juanita would take in a local show at the dilapidated drive-in and Sandy would get out of the car and sneak the block to the warehouses. After the under water rocket car it seemed rather silly but it was how it went.

The sudden discovery that the whole lot of papers was going to be transported first thing Monday morning brought all testy bickering to an abrupt halt, and the committee met to make it’s final decision; ‘go or no go?’ In the end it was really only Sandy’s decision and she simply couldn’t wait she had never had so much fun as these past few weeks had proven. She felt completely alive and full of energy and purpose and really really horny. Cindy promised another wild fling of parties if things went well and that was that, the mission was on!

Juanita drove Sandy to the drive-in. It was a Sunday triple all night feature and Juanita was excited because she loved Mel Gibson films, and he was in two of them. Once inside the almost deserted drive-in lot, the two women watched some of the first film until it was very dark and then Sandy slipped out of Juanita’s car, which she had parked next to the fence, and in a matter of moments Sandy had slipped over the shrub and tree lined fence entirely unnoticed and found her self in the back alley way parking lot of a small hardware and appliance store. Past it was a deserted street, and another alley way down which Sandy could see another street with the Crab warehouse complex and wharfs looming over head. The small run down town was nearly deserted and save for the distant sound of cars and the odd dog bark; there were only the sound of Mel Gibson surly growling indistinct lines about courage and chaos.

“Shoot, I forgot to ask Juanita to save me some popcorn!” Sandy mulled over wither she should go back and tell Juanita this, but removing her finger from her mouth she decided she would just risk it and venture forward. “It’s just that she’s such a popcorn hog!’ Walking the short distance to the bisecting street with the target warehouse building in question was simple enough. There was no one around and most of the little business was closed and empty. It was a straight shot and she didn’t get lost even once! The little dim alley way across from the chain link fence of the Crab storage facilities was catty corner from the main gates themselves. At the main gates a stereotypical man carefully made up to look like a police officer but in fact having no more legal rights of power than common citizens arrest sat in his little windowed shack and waited for nothing to happen at all. There was one late tanker truck on its way but his shift ended at two am and he doubted it would arrive much before four am. His two partners tonight were making the usual obligatory rounds which he was required to monitor on the TV surveillance screens as well as the radio cell phones they carried. Ironically, it was this safety security procedure that caused him to be distracted enough not to see the lone figure down the street run out of the alley way and into the shadows of the fencing it’s self.

Before racing across the deserted street to the side walk and high chain link fence beyond; (there was no parking allowed on the streets bordering the three sides of the Crab lots), Sandy had decided it was time to shed her civilian identity and take on her super hero identity. This was accomplished by her simply removing the fashionable thigh length trench coat she was wearing; underneath she was already wearing her specially designed costume. Sandy carefully folded up the coat after removing the rest of her out fit from its deep pockets and placed the coat in a large plastic bag which she had also taken from a pocket of the coat. The plastic encased coat then was carefully placed in hiding amongst the rubbish at the alley way’s mouth were she could retrieve it once her mission was successfully completed. She had then put on the elements of her costume which she had removed from the coat pockets. These consisted of a pair of shoulder length velvety opera gloves, colored a nice pure white to show off against her tan body. Next she had put on her all important mask. It too was of a deep crushed velvety material also white, but it was made out of a lace pattern giving a wonderful elegance to the whole look of the mask. Sandy had ultimately decided in her hit and miss trial and error designs against a full cowl hood for her mask despite the identity advantages it gave and instead settled upon a more traditional party styled face mask. It covered her upper face leaving her nose and lower face exposed, with large eye openings for her own large eyes, but it then rose up above her eyes in large exaggerated sweeping points. Built in along these sweeping almost horn like crescents were two enormous white rabbit ears also of the same velvet lace embroidered material. Sandy liked the way the ears would bounce slightly as she walked and how the horned almost demonic eye mask blended with the silly giant rabbit ears. The entire mask was held in place by a thick white stretchy band that was hidden under the long blonde folds of her soft billowing hair. The rest of her costume had given Cindy fits, but it had been agreed that Sandy could design it herself and in the end she had worked hand and hand with the specially selected Humper seamstress on her costume. Humper had its own line of very successful lingerie and swim wear, as well as some very risky evening dresses. Sandy had taken to wearing, when Cindy could convince her to wear anything at all, almost exclusively the Humper line of clothes. It was hard for Cindy who preferred east coast or French fashion designers for her own stylist wardrobe to disapprove of the scanty clothing Sandy was filling her wardrobe with, as it was after all from the Humper line, but she had only grudgingly acquiescence to Sandy’s finial choice of costume out of her initial promise that Sandy could do it her self and out of simply running out of time concerning the matter at hand.

The bulk of the rest of Sandy’s costume was a pair of custom made white latex boots that rose right up and pinched against her ample buttocks. The heels of these things were a structural marvel. Sandy literally walked on her tip toes in them, with the ‘suicide’ heels running almost vertically up the sole of her small foot. How she could stand in the things let alone walk, run, and do back flips in them was a mystery to the rest of the committee, who could only shake their heads in awe and wonder. Around Sandy’s neck she wore a tight broad choker collar also of white material, which had imbedded in it a small two way radio receiver and transmitter of short range, and a small battery powered light to help her see in any dark rooms if she should need to do so should the situation ever arise. This was about as ‘tech’ as Sandy could handle, and in point of fact when Sandy had thought about returning to tell Juanita not to hog all the popcorn, it had completely escaped Sandy’s mind that she could have simply used her collar transmitter and contacted Juanita in that manner. Of course Juanita had not turned on the receiver at her end so it’s a moot point at best. This left the last piece of Sandy’s outfit, which was a sling style bikini also colored white, though made of a more rubbery vinyl material rather than the velvet of the rest of the pieces, in this way it more mirrored her boots than her mask and gloves. What Cindy had agonized in brick wall debate over was the inescapable fact that the entire suit was nothing more than a ‘Y’ shaped rubber band. It literally covered nothing! It simply rode over Sandy’s tone tanned shoulders and then pressed into the swells of her full round breasts, not covering in the slightest her proud pert large puffy nipples, before racing down to her crotch where it passed over hardly touching her thick mound of blonde pubic hair before squeezing into a magical disappearance in the sandwich folds of her labium, only to scarcely appear from between her round butt cheeks, pausing momentarily here to sprout a large cute fluffy white bunny tail, and then race up her lithe well muscled back to continue the circuit. It left nothing to the imagination and even Cindy had to admit that she was shocked for the first time in years at the prospect of her niece finding this to be appropriate attire for breaking and entering. Sandy had thought this carefully over and then had admitted she had made a terrible mistake and had disappeared with the seamstress. An hour latter she had returned with the same exact costume except it now contained a gold metal ‘B’ directly beneath her navel. The rubber sling bikini had been snipped and sewn into the letters top and bottom, this had made the suit even more tighter and explicit and Cindy had just thrown up her hands and given up. “I’ve published centerfolds wearing more than this,” Cindy had groaned and walked on, leaving Sandy to admire herself in her mirror. What Sandy wasn’t about to tell anyone, was that she had the seamstress add some little knots of rubbery latex to the part of the suit that rang through her neither lips so that with each delicious stride her enormous heaving breast gave her a most wondrous thrilling work out on her little joy button. It put a great big smile on her face and made her feel ten feet tall and bullet proof, which she felt was the whole point of a super hero costume. And who are we to disagree?

With her mask and gloves now in place and thus completing her heroine outfit, Sandy Humper disappeared and the buxom blonde Beach Bunny ran across the road to kneel in the shadows of the surprisingly high security fence.

CHAPTER FOUR

There are strange things in the course of natural events that often take on a stranger sheen when mankind begins to alter and rearrange the order of things for personal agendas reactionary in motive and seldom thought through. Still, it is indeed odd, that there are so many similarities between the Crab family and the Humper family, an almost mirrored seesawing equilibrium of coincidence. The Crab family started out in petroleum processing on a small scale. They started out greatly admired by all, while the pornographer Humper family was deeply despised by all. Both families lost their patriarchs at about the same time to unfortunate accidents. In the case of the Humper family it ushered in the controversial reign of Cindy Humper. For the Crabs the applauded emergences of the aggressive Crab brothers rise to expansionistic glory. Decades latter after spearheading personal liberties and cultural freedoms and thus integrities at a personal level of responsibilities for ones own actions, Cindy Humper is seen as a person of great achievement by the vast majority of the humane race who she has struggled to serve. The Crab boys on the other hand, after doing nothing beyond profit and propagandist greed are seen as a despised cancer having destroyed much of value and giving nothing of personal worth nor honor in return. And yet, among the politicians and the conservative small rich social orders of back biting death and life fearing ruling class, the Crabs are daily praised and Cindy Humper deeply maligned. This says much about the vast separation between commerce and value, between substance of worth and power of command, and why a little blonde bubble headed Beach Bunny has to be relied on to save the world while ever dwindling resources are poured into vast armies impotently sitting on their collective frustrated asses. In a world where through no law nor right a President can ignore all the traffic laws at whim of motorcade, and police men are used to keep the slaves alive for work, and lawyers labor to protect politicians at the cost of all civil rights, liberties, and the loss of all sense of truth, is it really any wonder that the fates themselves would find it’s own balance in a manner as equally insane as the mirrored times fashioned by the hands of man?

In any case, while the Beach Bunny was wiggling along in the shadows of the chain link fence picking her spot to scale it, Juanita was indeed scarping down the last of Sandy’s own large tub of double butter popcorn as well as finishing off Sandy’s litter size gulp cup of Mr. Pib with a window rattling belch. Meanwhile, the rest of the committee was anxiously pacing the floors of the Humper mansion, and the two Crab brothers were racing from the nearest air port in a rented limo in heated argument on how such important documents could have so insensibly been left sitting in some plastic tote tubs on the office floor of some damn warehouse! Just as the incredibly amazing Beach Bunny found her spot and taking a deep breath and a running start flipped clear over the ten foot high barb wire topped fence, the two Crab brother’s limo was barreling to a suspension grinding halt next to the little guard shack with it’s rather startled security guard . The guard quickly checked in the two brothers and opened the gate for them, this again managed to distract him just long enough so that he had his back to the bank of monitors, one of which clearly showed a woman wearing the skimpiest swim wear imaginable slinking along the corner of a building before disappearing just as the guard returned to his monitor bank to inform the other two guards on their rounds that the head honchos themselves had just blown in, and in such a foul mood as he had never yet seen them in before, which was saying quiet a lot considering these two brothers were great coinsures of profanity and it‘s applicable uses. The guards decided to cancel the rest of their rounds and return back to the front guard post incase they should be summoned. This again worked out to the bodacious Beach Bunny’s tremendous advantage, as she had gotten lost. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t find any building that looked like Aunt Cindy’s potting shed, and she had practiced all week on that door. Oh well, she stopped at the nearest door, it had a simple paddle lock and hasp on it and she tore the entire assembly off with a vicious round house kick. Her boots may have looked like simple shinny vinyl but where in fact like her gloves, her choker, and her mask, made out of the latest ceramic polymer fiber compounds and were thirty times stronger than steel. Her heels were even stronger than this as they were a solid non-yielding honey combed similar substance. With her incredible increased strength, she could now curl a hundred and twenty five pounds with one hand! Her little thin body held several nasty surprises for anyone who felt like they wanted to mess with her. The beautiful Beach Bunny flung open the door and stumbled into the darkness within. It took her a while to remember her throat light and she had staggered about well into the warehouse warrens before she managed to switch it on. She was surprised how much light the tiny little jewel in the center of her throat threw off and she wandered around for a while looking at how big everything looked in their large leaping shadows before she remembered she was suppose to be in a building with an office in it and this was surely not it.

Just as she was nervously wondering what to do two men burst into the large room through a door about thirty feet from her. She instinctively ducked down and then remembered to turn off her throat light which was beginning to get a little uncomfortably hot any way. She recognized the men from her auntie’s files; the Crab brothers and she wondered why they would be here as they seldom ever made any appearances this close to the dirty ends of their business empire. She decided she would follow them, because she couldn’t remember the way out of the big confusing building and surly one of them would.

The Crab brothers quickly strode through the large room full of shipping containers moving away from the location of the phenomenal Beach Bunny, and she hurried after them. They quickly found the containers they were looking for and double checked it against the manifest one of them carried, the other brother was busy barking orders into his cell phone. ‘A cell phone!’ It had been ages since she had seen one of those! Oh how she missed her own little cell phone that her mother had confiscated from her just before she ran off to her fathers apartment. She decided if she was indeed successful in her mission she should ask auntie for a cell phone! If only she could remember exactly what her mission was? She knew it had something to do with finding some papers, after that it got kind of fuzzy. That man was holding some papers! And he was one of those nasty little Crab boys too!

The brother handed his other sibling the manifest and hurriedly left the room via a near by large open door. The tantalizing Beach Bunny was torn as to follow the man who was leaving or keep watching the one right before her? In the end she decided to stay put, after all this man now not only had the cell phone, (she wanted a cell phone! One that vibrates! Yes, vibrating would be very good right now, she mused as she absently tugged on her shoulder straps and felt the wonderful waves of pleasure shoot up from her lower regions), but he also now had the papers! The utterly fantastic Beach Bunny circled around the crates separating her and the lone Crab brother wondering if she should jump out and do a super heroine pose and tell him he’s under arrest? That would be funny she thought, except she remembered she didn’t have a badge only her incredible body and charms. As she was debating further what would happen if she just walked out and kicked the slimy turd, the other brother reappeared carrying a plastic see through tote crammed full of folders and documents and sealed on the top with braided wire and a small lock. ‘Those were the papers she was looking for, she was sure of it, it even had the large orange sticker on its side just like Cindy had told her.’ The magnificent Beach Bunny watched intently as the brother with the manifest pulled out a huge key chain and thumbed through it. Eventually he found the right key and opened the tote before him. Both brothers rapidly sorted through the piles of papers until they found what they were looking for and reassured hastily returned the papers back into the tote and relocked it.

Next the two brothers broke the tin numbered seal strap on the shipping container and opened the large swinging doors. Inside the busty Beach Bunny could see several items and boxes held in place by several cargo nets and shipping straps. The brothers quickly placed the tote inside the container and closed its doors shut. Then the two of them left deep in sporadic conversation. The blonde bombshell Beach Bunny couldn’t believe her luck! She quickly high tailed it over to the shipping container and opened its doors and peered in. ‘Seemed safe enough‘, she thought and quickly entered the dark container. The tote was wedged into a side cargo net and the plucky Beach Bunny began to tug at it. Just then she heard voices and with panic shaking her limbs she wiggled herself behind a cargo net and wedged herself behind as many objects as she could. The door opened more fully and the two puzzled brother’s scanned the inside of the container. The brother who was holding a new tin number seal shipping band and a large chain and paddle lock complained that the other brother hadn’t closed the door properly and both brothers grabbed a door and closed the container up.

In the pitch darkness the spunky Beach Bunny listened to the unmistakable muffled sound of the large container doors being chained and paddle locked shut. Then just as she thought she might risk some movement the whole container began to lurch and leap about, the foreman himself yanked out of bed by the Crab brother’s cell phone call was busy at sleepy eyed work at the large fork lift controls. The Crabs wanted this container loaded up tonight and the entire ship ready to sail out to the chemical platform by first light.

Inside the container the totally awesome Beach Bunny found herself tumbled about and then awkwardly pinned between the confines of a cargo net and a large piece of machinery that was hooked up to a bunch of metal square cubes. Though the container was now pitch dark she had a brief enough view prior to the lights going out to recognize the apparatus as some kind of refrigeration unit designed to keep the boxes it was connected to at sub zero temperatures. She now found the violently shifting of the moving container had squeezed her up next to this machine, as she paused in her struggles realizing it was safer to remain where she was while the container was still in it’s rough transit, the small refrigeration unit kicked on. Suddenly wedged between her legs was a warm powerful pulsing vibration the likes as she had never dreamed of ever existing! By the time the container reached the ship, the ship reached the chemical platform, and the container reached its final destination in one of the platforms main receiving bays, the sweaty succulent Beach Bunny was a much happier girl if slightly parched, and the refrigeration unit had been christened Mel.

The container was unlocked and a few men malnourished but junk food vender machine fattened, in grubby overalls began to unload its contents. If the Crab brothers had known about the lackadaisical manner in which such important supplies where dealt with out on the platform by bored exhausted underpaid poorly trained men leached from an impoverished local job pool, they might have cared, well not cared, but certainly complained about it. As it was it was an incredibly easy manner for the wobbly kneed Beach Bunny to sneak out of the container completely unnoticed. The workers had no sooner opened her container than the siren for lunch had blown and the men had simply wandered off, boxes dropped in the middle of the floor, ropes and forklifts left sprawled about. She left the empty loading dock with the tote of papers so carefully gathered up by the Crab brothers in her hands, unobserved and unimpaired.

The difficulty she now faced was now that she had the papers she was tasked with getting, how was she going to implement her escape plan? Her trench coat and Juanita’s car was surely a long ways a way! She would have to just wing it. As she lugged the tote down the nearest hallway she paused to look around her, ‘how exactly was she going to wing it? And where exactly was she any way? And maybe she could afford to go back and spend some more quality time with Mel?’ This last thought stopped her and she paused to chew on her gloved thumb, looking back behind her into the unloading bay.

As she watched some white lab coated men appeared next to her distant container and with some angry words and feverish gestures they had two reluctant coverall men begin to finish unloading the container. While she watched she saw the two men stumble and drop one of the large metal boxes that had been recently hooked up to Mel. The boxes top crashed open and several small skittering blobs raced about. The men all panicked and screamed and danced about, and the bashful brazen Beach Bunny giggled and turned beat red. In her lusty zeal she had sort of worn Mel out, shorted him out actually and so she knew that he hadn’t been able to both satisfy her needs and keep all those boxes cold, so she had simply disconnected a few of them so she could have Mel’s undivided attention. She couldn’t but feel a teensy weensy bit responsible for what ever was going on out there now, so she shifted the storage tote on to one pendular hip and strolled out into the room and its comic chaos.

By the time the pneumatically buoyant Beach Bunny reached the container, the room had cleared it’s self of all the men. There on the ground she found several smashed crabs. She had feared they would be spiders, ‘how odd these men would have been so frightened by their lunch?’ Hearing splashing she walked past the container and for the first time noticed that the far wall of the loading bay had a large sliding door, which was partially, open. Walking up to it and peering through it she saw one of the lab coated men bobbing in the ocean waters about fifteen feet below her. He wasn’t looking at her, which wouldn’t matter much since he had lost his glasses in his rush to sink himself into the drink, but instead was intently and franticly trying to detangle one of the escaped bright red crabs from the metal box from his hair. He accomplished this and flung the small creature from him and swam back to one of the several dangling floating small craft docks and subsequent ladders directly before him. Ignoring the man the bountiful Beach Bunny could see the small launch he was swimming toward tied up along side the hanging metal dock. ‘That seemed very promising’, and she quickly found and descended a ladder over the small boat. The swimming lab technician reached the craft first as the vibrant Beach Bunny was having some trouble balancing the tote and climbing down the metal rungs at the same time. ‘I must be sleepy,’ she thought. She normally was very agile and energetic, but now she felt a bit klutzy and awkward. In fact, just as the nearly bat blind drenched lab coated man had pulled himself up into the small boat and then managed to right himself in a straddle stance in the careening boat; the blissful Beach Bunny was just reaching the last rung of the hanging metal ladder. Her large firm butt cheek swung full into the face of the lab tech as he turned to reach for the ladder himself. He fell flat into the small boat, and the breastful Beach Bunny landed with a woozily leap into the little dingy her self. She lasted only a moment before she also plopped down into a seated position as the small craft slowly settled down its dangerous tipping motions.

The spectacular Beach Bunny rested a second she felt oddly dizzy and her natural grace and strength seemed to be feeble at best. Luckily the plastic tote with the papers had plunked down between her legs rather than going over board into the gray sea. Collecting the few thoughts she could muster, the joyful Beach Bunny figured out the workings of the small out board motor and managing to start and toss off the mooring line, she operated the vessel away from the looming off shore platform. Here again mere chance held court of blessing consideration, for in all possible deathly directions the transcendental Beach Bunny could have gone in, she instinctively pointed the nose of her tinny craft upon the direct compass rose to the invisible shore line. The heavy cloying mist began to bleed off and the long thin line of the distant shore came into view. The thinning of the mist seemed to both invigorate the mirthful Beach Bunny and confuse her as well. It was as then she felt the cold shivers leaving her limbs and the sapped strength slowly return that she began to wiggle her firm round bottom in quizzical probes. Finally she raised her crotch slightly and looked down into the reddened face of the lab technician. “Halo,” she beamed at him. He began to struggle. “Please don’t move so much, I really have to pee-pee.” The man froze and the saintly Beach Bunny lowered her self back down upon the man’s face. After a few seconds she frowned in disappointment, ‘he’s no Mel’ she thought to herself.

As the small craft emerged into the breakers and the proud Beach Bunny maneuvered the prowl to the public beach rising up ahead; each little rise and fall upon the swells caused the mighty Beach Bunny to grind her hips more deeply and tore another loud gasp of pleasure from her dry throat. She found she had to use one gloved arm to balance the plastic tote between her legs as it had mysteriously raised several inches and seemed to rock as if centered on some fulcrum cresting point.

The taunt tawny skinned crusader managed to beach the craft with the aid of one large helping wave, and she leapt out of the boat feeling much more like her old self. The little jaunt had proved most invigorating and she plucked the plastic tote from off the lab technicians groin and shot up the early morning beach as its only local inhabitant, the fat jogger, dropped his hot dog from his stunned open mouth at the sight of her. She smiled at him as both her breast waved joyously at him from above the plastic tote she carried. “Good morning citizen,” she called over to him, as she passed by his gapping form. She had made it up most of the white sand beach, no easy task in such high heels as these, when loud yelps from the lab technician caused her to pause and turn. She had forgotten about him, and she now eyed him curiously as the man jumped about in the rocking boat only to fall out upon the wet surf packed sand. Here he crawled about on his back in continued struggles, seeming unmindful that he was inching his way further into the surf. The avenging Beach Bunny reluctantly dropped her tote onto the soft sand and bounced in juggling jog to the frantic man, each bounding leap sent wonderful pleasure jolts through her entire body as the skimpy costume did its massaging pinching magic.

Reaching the man, the gorgeous Beach Bunny saw a large two foot wide red crab clutching to his chest, which he seemed in panicked deadly grips with. She easily plucked it off him and tossed it up the beach away from them. She helped the man up upon his unsteady legs and saw a few blonde pubic hairs still glued to the corners of his mouth. She smiled at this and decided to take the odd man with her, they had unfinished business after all. She grabbed a fist full of his coat and half helped half propelled him up the beach and back to her waiting tote. The man suddenly stiffened and cried out in alarm, and the bountiful Beach Bunny began to seriously wonder if the young thin male was really worth the effort. He was pointing up the beach in the direction they were heading, and she frowned as she saw the red crab was positioned between them and her tote of papers. She moved past the man, only to pause some what warily as she realized the crab had mysteriously grown in size. In fact as she watched it was obviously still growing in size at an incredulous rate. She strode toward it, as the lab tech tried to pull her back to safety. She thought that was cute and patted his hand on his shoulder reassuringly and then unable to resist gave his brown slacked ass a firm slap and squeeze. “I’ll deal with this,” she boomed in her best practiced deep hero voice.

When she turned back to the adversary crab she found the oddly aggressive monster was nearly four feet in circumference and moving rapidly toward her with large menacing claws distended. Her first move was a defensive doge which threw her off entirely as she had always practiced an aggressive offensive manner of fighting. Thus she found her self staggering around avoiding and absorbing a few of the titanic creatures jagged spine pincher blows. In fact it was only the daring distracting attack of the lab technician wielding a metal ‘no pets’ sign cracking off one of the giants stalked eyes that had pulled the beast off of her crouched body where it lay after slipping on an empty beer bottle half buried in the sand that had undoubtedly spared her from receiving more serious injury. The diabolical behemoth was at a whopping six foot girth before several of her healed boot kicks had slowed it down. It took a flipping high somersaulting two healed landing on it’s carapace to finally shatter and bring down the rabid monster. Covered in sweat bruises and a few shallow slashes the panting Beach Bunny had scarce a moments rest before she found her self facing a pair of police officers with pointing guns and loud belligerent mouths. ‘There is no situation so foul, that the arrival of a cop can’t make it worse,’ she remembered her auntie saying. The police were between her and her tote and the freedom of the open street beyond, she really didn’t have time for this. Upon the beach next to her lay a lone lost beach ball she kicked it in a blur and it flashed at the first police officer knocking his pistol out of his hand. The weathered gray ball then ricocheted back at the breasttacular Beach Bunny bouncing with a fury off her enormous upper body assets and careening back at the second cop knocking her gun out of her hand, it once again arched back at the blonde vigilante and this time she leapt up and spiked it with all her might it raced forward and struck the first cop in the face knocking him out cold and smacked into the second cops head stunning her into dropping to her knees blinking out a head full of stars. The long eared puff tailed heroine bounced over to the lab technician who had obediently dropped his mangled sign and grabbing his wrist with one gloved hand and plucking up her tote under her other gloved arm, raced out into the street past the incapacitated police officers. She called out behind her at the unbelievable events only other witness, to not litter, and the fat jogger quickly bent over and retrieved his hot dog and its offensive wrapper. When he straightened back up, both the nearly naked rabbit girl and the soaking wet geek had vanished. The two rushed down the deserted streets, the jostling leaping breasts of the long limbed Beach Bunny fighting for attention of her straining suit with her wide swaying hips. More police sirens rose in the near distance and the pondering perplexed Beach Bunny was frantically trying to figure out what to do, when suddenly Juanita and her small car drove out from around a corner and nearly ran them over. The two gasping figures piled into her car and while the lab technician shouted at Juanita to drive, a pouting Beach Bunny held up her empty popcorn container and asked Juniata if she had eaten the whole thing!

CHAPTER FIVE

Several days latter back in the main hall of the Humper mansion, the committee waited as the disheveled and lip stick smeared lab technician the marvelously mound Beach Bunny had kidnapped or rescued depending upon one’s point of view, entered the room on weak knees. “Well, I have given the Beach Bunny, err Miss Sandy Humper, a thorough examination.”

“Yes, we can all see that,” Cindy scowled. The rest of the committee tried its best not to laugh and discrete tittering filled the hall. “What can you tell me about my niece’s condition?”

“Eck hem, yes, well,” The embarrassed man tried to smooth out his rumpled clothes and regain his composure by straiten his tie, but unfortunately it was hanging backwards down between his shoulder blades. “As far as I can tell she is in perfect health, in fact she is in super natural health. She dose share some of the characteristics of the test subject crustaceans though. In point of fact, if she is deprived of sunlight or direct warmth for any extended period of time her increased physical strength and dexterities wane rapidly. However, her intelligence improves in equal proportion to the loss of her other powers, as such the more direct sunlight she receives, the more her unnatural powers increase, but her intelligence lowers. In the reverse, removed from sunlight or a source of heat, her powers fade but her intelligence rises. Fortunately she dose not share the accelerated growth of the other test subjects, instead she seems to have channeled that biological growth into a hormonal surge of sexual lusts and an unearthly increase in physical beauty and allure. Her body is producing an abnormal amount of highly powerful sexual musk, it’s very strange.”

“But is my niece in any physical dangers from these transformations?” Cindy wanted her pangs of guilt assuaged from this man she had reluctantly taken into her employment and was keeping well bribed with several Humper girl lab ‘assistants’.

“She appears to be in no danger what’s so ever,” the man hurried to sooth the matriarch.

“And where is she now?”

“She is, err, still being attended to by the other nurses and my assistants.” The man flummoxed in agitation and embarrassment.

Cindy rolled her eyes and pushed passed the scrawny middle aged man and strode down the hallways until she entered the new lab door. Inside she found a dozen of the new lab assistant girls in various states of undress, in and out of their skimpy lab and nurse’s uniforms. Most were in various states of near catatonic sexual post coital bliss which a hot session with Sandy inevitably caused, and a few were tied up and bound, one of Sandy’s new emerging fetishes since she had discovered in her entanglement in the cargo nets in her little container in the Crab warehouse, that she enjoyed a bit of bondage in her sexual repertoire. Sandy however was no where to be seen. Cindy picked her way carefully through the intertwined exhausted limbs of the piles on the floor and made her way to the open sliding glass door beyond. Below the whole group could see Sandy down on the beach below she was wearing her Beach Bunny costume and spiking a beach volley ball against a cropping or rocks, each hit generating a loud concussion and shower of shards.

“She got the idea from that day on the beach fighting the giant crab. I modified a beach ball out of nearly indestructible material for her.” The man was desperate to fit in and be useful to the committee. He had no family and he had been a virtual prisoner on the Crab brothers off shore platform; this new life was decidedly better than living with a bunch of sullen men on a large iron rock in the middle of the ocean. He had been placed on temporary probation and was agonizing over wither the committee was going to allow him to join them full time or not, if they didn’t he wasn’t sure where he would go nor what he would do? He had no money and he was too much of a loner to make it out in the corporate owned labs. He had fled the university with out finishing his degree despite his uncanny abilities and intellect, he just didn’t fit in to the security camera insurance cup peeing back ground checking world. And besides, for the first time in his life he was getting more pussy than he could struggle to handle, he desperately wanted to stay on.

Cindy ignored the man fidgeting next to her as she gazed out over her tan and toned niece down below. She knew the man had been of invaluable help over the past few weeks, and was struggling to please every one on the committee so he could stay on in what must have seemed a heavenly paradise to him. He had redesigned the choker collar on the Beach Bunny’s suit into a string of sea shells, which not only contained an improved radio transmitter and light, but also contained a tracking device should they ever loose her again. Cindy shuddered at the thought of how close she had come to losing her beloved niece. She knew that he had ingeniously come up with the beach balls per Sandy’s specifications. She knew that he had made them about the size of a marble and that by Sandy using her unusual strength she could squeeze one in the palm of her hand and it would instantly inflate up to a normal volley ball size. The virtually indestructible ball could be then spiked by the Beach Bunny into an almost lethal projectile weapon. Cindy also knew that following Sandy’s instruction, that the man had placed a grooved seam into the rubber crotch piece of the Beach Bunny suit and that the marble sized balls were kept in this pea pod seam until the Beach Bunny needed to extract one for use. Cindy also knew that the placement was less functional by design and more planed by her nieces increasing lusts. The marble balls rolled around in the Beach Bunny’s cleft and stimulated her erotic zones to no end. Though Cindy knew this she pretended to be ignorant of it, out of some parental instinct upon her part.

Cindy glanced back at the debris of the orgy behind her and rolled her eyes in disgust, “I do wish my niece would learn to pick up and put her toys away.” She looked back out at her well sun tan oiled little girl as she kept up her vigorous super heroine practice and a little wince of doubt slowly coiled around her hart again. ‘Should she tell the girl that she had once dated both the Crab brothers in her youth? Should she point out to her that the giant crabs had been the by product of another failed effort on the Crab brother’s part to solve global hunger? No, it would only confuse the poor girl, and she was so easily confused of late as it was.’ “I take it that ‘night missions’ in the future should be avoided?” Cindy asked the open sunny air wafting the curtains around her.

The finger nail gnawing man realizing he wasn’t about to get the sack quickly sputtered, “Well it would be best to let her re-charge her solar batteries for several days, prior to embarking on any strenuous night activates, so to speak.”

“Well then, I’ll leave scheduling her most poignant windows of opportunity to you then. That will be one of your principal tasks as a new member of the committee. That said, there is a serious threat that these newly won documents have revealed to us. The Beach Bunny must quickly prepare her self for a mission in Japan. We have bigger fish to fry now than the local Crab brothers. I expect you to kit her out and make sure she is ready to leave by the end of the week.”

A low soft moan of exhausted pleasure escaped the semi-conscious lips of one of the prone lab assistants behind them. “In that case,” the excited but nervous lab tech whined, “I’m going to need more assistants.”