Very, very, slowly, 8 more pairs of eyes slowly cracked open. Unbeknownst to them, 4 agents of Shield had become roommates. None of Bobbi, May Simmons, or Sky had the slightest idea of where they are or how they came to be there. Thoroughly drugged and dazed, they could just about remember returning to Shield HQ, but nothing else. Vaguely aware of the presence of their friends colleagues, they were thoroughly preoccupied as to their own situations.
Each of them may still be blacked out, were they not aware the the sprinklers high above their heads were emitting a fine sheen across the whole room of what they hoped was water, but its colour and smell suggested that it may be something rather less than pure. Their heads spinning, they clumsily swung their legs onto the floor from the simple camp beds and confusedly tried to assess their current situation.
Each glistening with a yellowish sheen, they tried to grasp why none of them were wearing anything more than flimsy nightdresses, short, translucent, and ludicrously low cut. Each would have gladly grabbed a sheet from the camp beds they had been collapsed upon, but the frugal furniture possessed no such luxuries. Perhaps none of them would have felt quite so exposed, were there delectable frames quite as they remembered them. But inexplicably each of their chests seemed to have expanded dramatically, and each of their heavy breathing saw their unfamiliar orbs rolling playfully around their chest lacking even the most basic support.
They nervously touched the swollen and highly sensitized flesh, utterly befuddled as to why such unfamiliar appendages were proving such an unwelcome distraction. They grazed their turgid nipples, and each saw a spurt of what was undeniably milk shoot across the room.Why were they so big? And so tender? And leaking?
But perhaps most confusingly of all was the condition of their precious, precious, pussies. Each of them felt as if they had been thoroughly reamed by the Hulk. Had they been raped? What had been inside them? How had they been subdued? And why couldn't they remember it?
Their first suspicions that they had been raped were confused by a vile fluid that was leaking out of them. But it wasn't simple cum; instead a viscous and gritty pink goo that Simmons feared may be all too familiar.
The rebel that was Skye was the first to haul herself to her feet, with considerable difficulty as her latent abilities had inflated her chest even more than her 3 companions. She ranted fruitlessly to empty walls, no doorway in sight. "Where are we? Who are you? What have you done to us? I demand you release us immediately or else you'll incur your wrath!" She received no response. "And turn off this Piss!".
Bobbi and May more quietly hauled themselves to uncertain feet and started searching the walls for a means of exit, completely fruitlessly and wincing at each footstep; these most experienced agents were fully aware of their precariousness of their situation.
But Simmons just sat there horror-struck. Her suspicions over what had been both inside her and clearly her friends had been confirmed as her mind began to clear.
"G-girls", she whimpered. "I think I know what's happened to us..."
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