Upon recently hearing about a current bank robbery going on, Buster hastily made her way to the scene of the crime as best she could upon her huge air-balloon tits. From what she has gathered, her next target is named Temperate, and going by that name, he probably does... you know... high temperature stuff, like fire. Considering by the time she made it to the bank, there was literally a ring of fire around the building.

“Geez, no wonder why they couldn't get to him.” Buster said to herself. “But at least I can float over it!”

Buster did just that, and as usual, the surrounding crowd in the area was in awe at the bizarre site of giant floating boobs. Most making inappropriate comments or already convinced that Buster is going to get herself killed and that she is meddling with police work. Of course, as long as there is a ring of fire the police cannot do much of anything. Well, that is until some firemen show up. Buster better hurry up if she wants that reward for catching Temperate!

Buster deflated her breasts back down to their normal beach ball size, and stealthily crept around the main entrance of the bank to see what was going on. She didn't want to straight up barge in, and cause the guy to panic and fire up the place. She had to get a good idea of the situation first. She saw what was the typical hostage scenario scene in movies, a line of scared people of all ages and backgrounds, the one chosen person to open up the safe, and the maniac with a gun. There was a moment where the criminal picked up all the bags of money in a greedy manner, leaving his gun on the counter not too far away from himself. But if she was going to approach him, he at least wouldn't be pointing a weapon at someone.

Buster zoomed straight into the room and announced her arrival. “Hold it right there, Temperate!”

The villain quickly turned around, revealing himself to the heroine. He was a well-built Caucasian man standing a little under 6 ft tall. He wore some sort of thick fireproof overalls, matching gloves and boots, a welder's helmet, and some sort of metallic backpack. His arms and torso were out in full view due to the outfit.

“The hell are you!?” He shouted before realizing his gun was an arm's reach away.

Just as he went for his weapon, Buster fired a thin beam of energy out of each breast, one to zap the gun across the room, and the other directly hitting Temperate in the chest, sending him back a few feet. Knocking him over was only temporary, for he did a quick flip-kick back off the ground.

“Lazer tee-tays!?” Temperate yelled out.

“Yes. Laser tits.” Buster said in a cool and calm manner. “If you don't want to get hit again, I suggest you stand down.”

“Oh god, what happened to you!? You get thrown into a fetish doll making vat?” Temperate mocked. “I think I'm going to be sick just looking at you!”

“Hey now, watch with the insults.”

“Seriously, is this what straight dudes are into these days? Don't they have any self respect for themselves anymore?”

“Alright now, get on the ground before I have to force you.”

“What do they even call you? Wonder Whore? Super Slut? Big Bra-da?”

“The name is Buster.”

“Buster!? Is that because? Are you kidding me!? Haha! HAHAHA!”

At this point Buster heard enough from him, and blasted him with a set of, as Temperate stated, lazer tee-tays. The strike sent him far back enough that he slammed against a brick wall. The hit though wasn't enough to knock him quite out yet.

“Ow...” Temperate mumbled.

“Well that's easy enough, now I'll just bring you to the police outside and claim my reward.” Buster thought out loud as she walked towards Temperate.

“Reward!?” Temperate shouted. “Ah, you're one of those paid vigilantes that pretend to be super heroes. Alright then. So you think since I'm a rank D villain that I'm just going to be some pushover for a quick easy buck. Or that you somehow leveled up and need stronger people to fight.”

Buster paused for a moment, realizing Temperate was stronger than he looks. She took the opportunity of him getting back off the ground to fire another set of laser beams at him, however, he was able to block her attack by putting his arms together. His body turned red in color, as if he was made of metal and set in a flame.

“Crappy heroes come at me all the time.” Temperate told her. “And they get burned!”

Just as Temperate glowed a brighter red, all of the hostages quickly ran behind the desks for cover. He swung his arm with a powerful force, quickly creating a fireball and throwing it towards Buster. She did the best she could to jump out of the way, but as the fireball hit the floor, it exploded like a powerful grenade. Buster was sent hurdling through the air from the blast, but luckily for her, she has a set of airbags connected to her torso. Thus her tits absorbed the blow when she connected with the wall, as well as when she landed on the ground. With a quick bounce she was already back on her feet.

Temperate ferociously threw more fireballs at Buster, though less powerful, the rapid throws made it harder for Buster to dodge. She was forced to thrust out and increase the size of her chest to block a few oncoming attacks. Her breasts being fire-proof proved useful for this kind of foe. Unfortunately, bigger breasts also blocks vision, and she was unaware that the next fireball thrown was a larger one. When the grenade-like projectile exploded on her chest, the knock back forced her across the room. And unlike the previous time where she gracefully bounced around the walls, she flew into a set of filing cabinets back first.

Buster was a bit dizzy from flying into a group of metal objects, but that moment was temporary once she noticed Temperate was running right at her. His bright red body reached for her, and her first reaction to protect herself was to inflate her breasts again. His body twisted around the wobbling boobs in order to hold onto one since he couldn't quite reach Buster herself. Despite the breasts being fire-proof, Temperate's body became even hotter than before, and she was beginning to feel the heat. His skin appeared to be steaming hot, and with his body and arms wrapped around one boob, any part of his skin touching hers was now burning. He was literally burning her tit at this point, and if she were to wait any longer he would be easily melting her flesh off.

Buster went to kick him in the head, and it was a successful attack, but his helmet took most of the hit, and his body was so hot that she got her leg seriously burned in an instant. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the scorching, and for the first time in her career she was fearing for her life. This guy was serious business, and he was smarter and more dangerous than the typical crook she was used to fighting. But Buster truly believed that this was not the end of her career, not to this guy, and not for the ones after him. She wasn't going to die as a joke in the newspaper where people can get a laugh about a big boobed bimbo getting roasted like a pig. People assume the worst about her because of her breasts, and it was about time to prove them wrong.

Buster's other tit flopped over to the side, and in a very elastic manner it wrapped around one of the filing cabinets. To Temperate's surprise, Buster swung the entire cabinet like a club, hitting him on the head like a child's bop-toy. He continued to hold onto her boob as best he could, but the constant hammering on his head and body forced him to let go. If she couldn't touch him directly, she could at least hit him with something else. Once he backed off far enough, she swung the cabinet like a baseball bat to hit him out of the field. But the moment she did so, his body became blinding red, melting the cabinet as she swung it. This would have looked much cooler if it wasn't for the fact Temperate wasn't quite hot enough to instantly melt through the cabinet. He did melt it, but not the whole way, causing him to be stuck halfway through the item.

Buster released the tool, and she left Temperate to stumble around for a bit while he was melted to a filing cabinet. The smart move would be to attack Temperate while he was temporarily incapacitated. But the bank was quickly going up in flames from all the fireballs, and she had to do something about it before all of the hostages were burned or smoked to death. She wobbled painfully closer to the flames, trying her best to stay conscious from the agony of being burned. Her one burnt breast had an imprint of Temperate still on it, and it was incredibly painful to cause it to move. Every jiggling step ached, and count using any elastic ability out. It looked silly, but her one useless boob had to dangle by her knees while she moved around.

The next move had to be done quickly before Temperate was freed, or before the flames got out of control. Her one healthy breast lifted itself up, and like a powerful geyser, it sprayed milk all over the flames. Even more effective than any fire hose, in a matter of seconds the small fire from the few fireballs were extinguished. And with an obvious idea in mind, she looked over to Temperate. Just as she looked over, the villain busted out of the metal, separating it in two. She quickly swung her body around and blasted a gush of milk at the fiery foe. Upon Temperate's horror, he was pushed over onto the floor, covered in milk.

Buster panted in place, trying to feel relief about drowning his flames in something. But she couldn't take it easy until he was absolutely defeated. Temperate got back up, but he was not nearly as red as he was before. Suddenly, his backpack blew flames out of it, revealing that it was jetpack. And before she could even do something about it, he was already flying in the air at high speed. He zoomed around the room, potentially trying to dry up from all the milk that soaked him. Buster lifted up her tit again, and she began to fire beams of energy out of it like before in order to knock him out of the sky. Temperate then reached into his overalls and pulled out another gun, allowing him to shoot back at her.

With her breast badly damaged, and the enemy being far faster than her, Buster leaped over a counter and hid under it in order to avoid getting shot. He continued to fly around and fire at her position in order to keep her down. As she waited behind a counter, she realized she was in a puddle of her own milk from earlier. A little secret about her milk, it actually has powerful healing properties. Without the awkwardness of guzzling down her own milk in front of everyone, she quickly leaned over and drank as much as she could. With a stroke of luck, the painful scars on her body soon healed over as if she was never burned.

Temperate began to hover closer towards her position in order to get a better shot, but Buster decided now was a good time to take the battle in the sky. With her breasts healed over, she quickly inflated them and floated up in the air with Temperate. The foe began to shoot at her, but the bullets bounced off without leaving a mark. And in retaliation, Buster began to fire beams at her opponent. And so, the two flew around shooting at each other around the high ceiling of the bank.

At this point Temperate was beginning to feel outclassed. He had no weapon to use against her, and his flames were still doused. Seeing what she can do so far, he didn't want to wait any longer to lose against her. So he swooped close to the ground, grabbed some bags of money, and began to fly towards the glass rooftop. As he tried to make a getaway, he did the fatal mistake of keeping his eyes off Buster. And with another beam of energy coming at him, he was unaware that he was going to be hit. A beam blasted his jetpack, instantly causing it to go out of control. Temperate comically began to fly crazily around the room, until ultimately flying head first into a pillar. Being knocked into a coma was not the worst that could happen, for if he wasn't wearing a helmet he would have lost his head.

Buster majestically floated back to the ground, feeling proud of herself for finally defeating a stronger enemy. But her job was not over yet.

“Harold!” Someone shouted.

Buster looked over and saw all of the hostages creeping out from their hiding places, and to Buster's terror, she realized one of them have been shot. There was an old man laying on his back with his head resting in the lap of an old woman who was likely his wife.

“Someone! Help!” The old woman shouted. “He's been shot!”

Buster quickly ran over to the scene, but upon reaching the crowd, everyone looked at her with angry eyes.

“What do you think you were doing!?” Someone roared.

“Don't you have any shame?” Another person yelled.

“Running around like this is some sort of game!”

“With your tits out like that!”

“You could have gotten us all killed!”

“You DID get someone killed!”

“You're disgusting!”

As everyone kept shouting at Buster, she had to block it all out, because the man was still barely breathing. She got down on her hands and knees and examined him. The wound was very serious, he was shot in the chest. She looked up and saw the old woman staring at her.

“I can save him.” Buster told her. “Do you trust me?”

The woman continued to stare at her while everyone was continuing to scream at Buster, some even pushing her or slapping her in order to get her away from the injured man.

“Stop! Please!” The old woman yelled out.

Everyone quickly stopped what they were doing, confused why the old woman would demand such a thing.

“This woman says she can save my husband.” She said with tears streaming down. “Please! Won't you help him!”

Buster nodded, and she reached over towards one of the desks and picked up a mug on it. She lifted one of her breasts and pressed the mug against her nipple. Through the fabric, she was able to fill it up. Everyone looked at Buster like she was performing a terrible, lewd act in front of them.

“Drink this.” Buster commanded.

It took a moment, but the weakened old man was able to drink out of the mug with the help of his wife. And soon enough, his eyes opened up, growing wider as if he was reborn somehow. He quickly sat up, and everyone gasped in suspense. He felt around his chest, confused about being alive again. The bloodstain still on his shirt, but when he unbuttoned it, the bullet hole was completely gone.

“Harold!” The old woman cheered while hugging her husband.

“I'm, I'm alive!” The old man laughed.

“You... actually saved him.” Someone said in awe.

“What are you?”

“Who are you?”

“I'm Buster.” She told the crowd while standing back up. “I'm kind of a super hero. More of a bounty hunter or vigilante, I guess.”

“But your breasts... they're... um...”

“Yeah, I know...” Buster continued. “Some super heroes get muscles, some get claws, and others turn into something cool. But I guess once in a while, someone get breast upgrades instead.”

Someone stepped into the crowd, someone that wasn't part of the group earlier. “You saved all of us, actually.”

“Hmm?” Buster wondered.

“That man you fought, he told us he was going to set the place on fire once he was done getting the money. He was going to use us as a getaway while the others were occupied with getting us out of a burning building. And, for a moment the building was even burning and you managed to stop that too!”

Shortly after the person told Buster the tale, the doors to the bank opened up, and police swarmed the area.

“What happened here?” One of the policemen asked while scratching his head.

“Looks like someone took care of our target here.” Another stated upon discovering Temperate.

“Hey! It's the boob-lady!” Another shouted. “I mean, ahem, the uh, very robust woman that floated on over here...”

“It's all good gentlemen.” Buster said with a smile. “I managed to take out Temperate, and there may have been a few accidents, but they are all.... they are... all...”

All the sudden, Buster was beginning to feel woozy. She began to sway back and forth with her jugs increasingly becoming more difficult to manage. Eventually, the poor girl fell forward, falling on top of her chest as if it was a huge bean bag. It quickly became clear that she was shot in the back earlier from Temperate, and that she did not attend to the wound at all. Possibly from a stray bullet ricocheting all over the place. People quickly surrounded her, but her consciousness by then faded into black. And where her next adventure leads her, not even she knows!