Queen Jenn, the She-Troll’s black spunk hit Black Widow dead in the face. At first her reaction was to try to get the salty mixture out of her eyes. But there was just so much of it, her face was coated and her eyes were impossible to open without stinging. It was so sticky too, like glue.
As she tried to wipe her face all she succeeded in doing was coating her hands with the stuff. Which wasn’t her intention, neither was what she did next, as she found her fingers slipping into her mouth, pushing some of it that coated her face in there as well as licking her fingers.
It was awful… disgusting… and Natasha had swallowed for many a honeypot mission. This wasn’t like human semen. But despite it’s awful rank taste and smell, she found her tongue licking more off her face and off her other fingers as her body began to feel funny.
She was too distracted shoving the revolting Troll cum in her mouth… using both hands now. She needed more, luckily her third and fourth hands came up to help her claw more of it off of her face and into her mouth.
Still, that was far from enough, good thing her fifth and sixth hand joined them, with all of them together she was finally able to make progress.
Finally, her eyes cleared of the smelly spunk she was able to open them and see what was happening to her body. Everything was smaller than before, so clearly she was growing larger, and her skin had a green tint. Her tight bodysuit had been one of the first things to go to her growing bulk.
Her ass swelled huge, disproportionately so, as it began to store and generate a web-fluid of sorts. It occurred to Natasha that made much more sense than Spider-man shooting webs from his wrists, though perhaps it would be less practical. Still, she could sense that she could control it’s viscosity and stickiness, making it perfect for both capture, and for lubrication for the nice butt fucking that a giant rear like this practically begged for.
Her skin was changing, becoming rough and warty, like her troll sisters (did she really just think of them that way?). All six of her arms were now thick muscle and she felt so strong. So… good… brutish almost. But perhaps with more of a slyness than the other She-Trolls, she knew the value of patience.
Her mouth felt strange, as her new tusks began to grow in at a strange angle, as opposed to growing up from her lips instead they seemed to come out the sides of her mouth and curve inward, resembling spider-fangs. Though she still had the vicious looking uneven teeth of her sisters as well.
Her eyes closed, and then all eight of them opened, down her face.
Her eyes blinked as she examined herself, noting that her humongous green butt seemed to have a red widow tattoo on it. Besides the arms and extra eyes and huge rear she looked very similar to the other She-Trolls, tall and Amazonian, though she did not have her Queen’s awesome member.
Their Queen was so clever. Natasha knew she and her ass would serve her loyally from now on. She couldn’t imagine any other loyalty besides to She-Troll kind.
Natasha, the Spider-Troll looked at the Queen, and bowed in reverence, her voice deep but still more raspy than Queen Jenn or Bobbi, maybe due to the odd configuration of her mouth, “My Queen,” she rasped. “I look forward to serving you, and having you ravage my huge ass.”
Queen Jenn began to laugh gutturally.
“Who’s next?” Bobbi asked as she began to join in the laughing and rubbed her stomach.
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“Who… who are you?” Mr. Fantastic said as he was barely holding on to his sanity, already he was slipping her body out of the suit he wore.
“You don’t recognize me?” Jonni said while giggling and sucking on his lollipop. He knew it was a silly question, of course he didn’t. That’s what trap sissys like him were best at. They had a tiny little cock so you wouldn’t know you were fucking a little boi-toy tramp until it was too late and you were balls deep in their bubble rears.
“I’m your sissy-in-law! Jonni!” he said with a little giggle. “Aren’t I just sooooo much hotter than my sister Mr. Richards?”
Reed nodded his head, it was too late for him. He knew now he’d do anything just to get a piece of that ass.
Jonni grinned and giggled yet again, sliding her skirt up and her panties off, which disappeared into smoke and flames as soon as they hit the ground. He wiggled his ass in anticipation and entice Reed in to taking it.
“Oh you are such a bad bad boi,” Mr. Fantastic said as he shoved his cock up in to Jonni’s ass. “Seducing a married man!” he cried out as his cock entered the pre-lubricated rump, and was surrounded by that perfect warmth.
Reed turned his hand to the shape of a paddle and smacked Jonni’s rear with it, causing Jonni to cry out femininely in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “You should be ashamed!” he cried out.
Jonni wasn’t.
———
Clea kept her demonic servants close, the Horned Demon that was once Scarlet Witch (still seemed such a waste, perhaps Strange could develop something to make her in to a proper Hag-witch) and her former brother, now a sticky slug demon. Sue Storm-Richards was reaching in to the fridge, looking for something to drink when Clea decided to start with a simple mind alteration.
Her fingers flexed, and suddenly Sue stopped, she stood up and realized that she had something to do. Her mind grasped to finger it out as Clea’s alterations took hold.
“Oh that’s right!” she said aloud to no one in particular, “I need to bake cookies!” she smiled a brighter and more cheery smile than she ever had before and began to gather the ingredients necessary.
As she stirred the bowl by hand, using an invisible spoon that she’d made with her own powers, which was unusual with all the wonderful automated appliances her strong husband Reed Richards had supplied the kitchen. The kitchen could practically cook it’s own four course meals. But that just wouldn’t do! Cookies like these deserved lust and affection.
Wait wasn’t that supposed to be love? Of course not, it was LUST.
Sue reached rubbed her chest, which had clearly expanded, her breasts were so full and the recipe needed milk. She stripped out of the unsightly tight Fantastic Four bodysuit and and in to her saucy underwear. Removing her Bra she finally let her girls free. She aimed them over the bowl as she began to squeeze out some milk in to the cookie batter before resuming stirring.
The more she worked on the cookies, the more turned on she found herself getting. She finally gave in to temptation and stuck the invisible large spoon handle she was using for her cookies in to her sopping wet cunt as she bent over the counter. It took everything she had to pull it back out and get back to her baking.
The girls, Medusa and Crystal were going to be so happy with the snacks. Maybe she should make some Cupcakes too. Maybe she could convince Reed to fill them with his cream! Or Ben, or even Johnny, after all, what were brothers for if not incest?
She had no idea Clea had imbued her baking already, so that her cookies would make trap sissies with tiny cocks out of any uncorrupted men who ate them.
A thick pair of horns began to sprout from the side of Sue's head, as they began to curl like large goat horns. Her hair began to adjust, doing itself up and wrapped cutely around them. Sue’s tongue flicked out, long and forked as she tasted her cookie batter.
It was nearly perfect, she thought as she set the bowl on to the ground, and took the spoon again, which despite being invisible was shaped much more like a huge cock at the handle now and began masturbating over the bowl. All they needed was a little… special ingredient.
Mrs. Richards body shook as orgasm overtook her, her cunt dripping it’s juices in to the cookie bowl. At least some of it.
Now she just needed to put them on a tray and bake them! Then she’d better find some appropriate clothes, maybe something with dots?
Oh she did LUST being a happy homemaker!
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Benji skipped towards Reed’s lab. He ran his tongue across his teeth, which had a little gap between them. He couldn’t wait to find some study dick to suck. Despite appearing as solid when he stopped moving as a statue, while in movement the clothes with the marble finish acted like real fabric, pushed by his legs as he skipped down the hall.
Suddenly Benji stopped in his tracks, did he smell cookies!?!
———
Mistress Strange returned to being invisible, and crept around Medusa, whispering dark thoughts in her ear, to corrupt her before she even opened the book.
“Why should a King who can’t even speak rule over Attilan?” the thought wormed it’s way in to Medusa’s head.
The voice whispered with a seductive need, “Why are you treated as second to him?”
“Open yourself up to power in exchange for all else, and you’ll find better uses for that mouth of his,” it continued.
“Open… the book,” Mistress Strange finished, she’d properly primed the strong willed Inhuman Queen.
Medusa stared at the book more intently than ever now. Her mind was ready, her body was ready. Her hand slid across the smooth cover.
Medusa opened the book which began to glow in front of her and flip it’s own pages. It’s power had grown with each witch and now it was a font of corruption just waiting to spill in to it’s next reader.
As the spells flew across her eyes, Medusa’s hair began to grow darker, and more tangled. It became black as night, at least most of it did, a small patch of red hair on the back of her head fell to the floor in anticipation of what was to come.
Medusa gasped as her skin began to change to an almost lime green color, a bit different from the other witches who had darker green skin, her eyes developed a epicanthic fold. Her tight bodysuit, previously purple and red, began to grow and reshape in to a purple and red junihitoe, a twelve-layered formal court kimono.
Her face was not as drastically changed as the others, instead of being warty it merely had a single beauty mark on it. Her lips were black but her teeth were white and tiny, instead of yellowed, Her nails grew long, much longer than the other witches had, almost six inches when they were done, and black like theirs. But not jagged, instead being perfectly shaped, yet sharp on the ends.
But most drastic of all was what was happening behind her head. Another mouth, also full of perfect tiny teeth began to open up from a spot that was clearing of hair. Medusa found all her crassest, dirtiest thoughts washing towards it. As her second mouth moaned seductively, and then began a cackle of it’s own.
It was at that point that Mistress Strange decided to reveal herself, as Medusa was flooded with new information about her sister witches She gave a bow to Mistress Strange, which considering her station was a sign of deepest respect for the leader of her witch coven.
“Thank you, Strange, for this great honor,” she said. However, the mouth on the back of her head was far less format. “Oh this is fucking awesome!” it said in excitement for it’s new form.
Medusa made a hush sound to her other mouth, “We now understand that we have much work to do if we are to reshape the our friends and our world to a more fitting form,” Medusa now thought of herself as two, her and her other.
“Oh yeah!” Her other mouth said, “We are going to make some heroes in to some cock-sucking bitches, right?” her other mouth began to cackle wickedly, bringing a smile to Mistress’s Strange’s dark lips.
“Quiet, Other, don’t be so disrespectful!” Medusa said to her worse-half. Her Other just stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry sound at her more proper counterpart.
“I assume you have plans for the other occupants of the Baxter Building?” she asked?
“Too rightly I do,” Mistress Strange said as she ran her hand across the mirrored coffee table, turning it into a scrying mirror like they had done with the bathroom. She showed them Jonni Storm and Reed Richards ass-capades, and with another wave of her hand the happy homemaker succubus, Sue Richards masturbating over a bowl of cookie dough. She then showed them Namorita, closing on Crystal, a bit delayed by making the big strong Ben Grimm in to the statue skinned sissy with the unnecessarily large cock.
“Oh that’s fucking hot!” Medusa’s Other said aloud. Mistress Strange couldn’t help but agree.