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Captain America: American Id.
Chapter 1
In the center of a dark warehouse, five men stood around a table lit by an overhead lamp. Four of the men wore black business suits, the head of an up and coming crime boss in New York with his three bodyguards looking over the goods presented on the table. Across from the table was a man wearing a full body hazmat suit, a representative of Advanced Idea Mechanics. His face was unreadable behind the black tinted face visor in the mask as he spoke.
“Gentlemen, I greet you on behalf of the AIM science and weapons division, I take it you’ve had a keen interest in purchasing some of our…”
“Just shut the fuck up and show us what you’z got to sell alright?” Blurted the man in charge, straightening his tight with his ring encrusted fingers. Despite not being able to see the AIM representative’s face, the yellow clad man looked like he was breathing in before continuing.
“We have brought a collection of weapons that you may be interested in. Please tell us your feedback during the demonstration.”
Picking up a small pistol from the table, the AIM representative cocked back the trigger and stamped his foot on a pad on the floor, at that moment a trio of target dummies popped up not 30 feet away.
“This is one of our more popular items amongst buyers; standard 9mm pistol but the ammunition is made up of these.” Pulling out one of the bullets in the chamber, he let the thing get passed around, amused that one of the guards pocketed the circuitry etched bullet in his pocket, with no intention of returning it. “Memory bullets; you pick a target…” Aiming the pistol at one of the dummies, the man fired, boring a hole in the dummy’s head. “And the entire clip only hits THAT target no matter where you fire.” Waving the pistol wildly and firing out into the open, the group of men watched as each bullet whizzed and banked like tiny homing missiles to hit the exact same spot as the original, turning the dummy’s head into a perforated mess. Looking back at the guard who pocketed the bullet, the AIM representative aimed the pistol up and fired, the man screaming when the bullet shot out of the man’s pocket to join the others in the dummy’s head. “I said the entire clip!”
“YOU MOTHERFUCKIN…” Getting a wave from his chuckling boss to calm the guard down, the man nodded to the other items on the table. “What else you’z got?”
“Let’s go a little more shock and awe, shall we?” Hoisting what looked like a cattle prod with a trigger, the AIM arms dealer aimed it at the second dummy. “THIS is our patented neutrino taser, fire this at a target…” Pulling the trigger, the weapon fired a bolt of electrical energy at the dummy to the right, where nothing happened. “Wait a few seconds and…” The buyer and his guards backed off when the dummy exploded. “And you turn your target into a walking, talking hand grenade with a 5 second count down.”
Going over the entire list of items and weapons on the table, the demonstration continued until the buyer pointed to a vial on the table. “Hey, what’s that thing?”
“Hmm? Well now, THIS is a favorite back at HQ, it’s a… Wait a minute, this is the wrong vial!” Picking up the vial, the AIM arms dealer let the vial turn back and forth between his fingers. “This is something of a failed experiment by my peers, a bioweapon my superiors called they id-beast virus.”
“What?”
“It’s design was to drop it in the middle of a warzone, a water supply, the backyard of a hated enemy and the infected would become indulgent rampaging monsters fueled by their id.”
“Their what?”
“Sigh… The id; the Freudian concept of the baser side of men and women that just want to indulge and act without consequence.” Pulling out a digital pad from his pocket, the AIM arms dealer scrolled down to the project to a series of drafts and pictures. “THIS is what they would have turned into had they reached a certain peak in their… Shall we say, indulgent roller coaster, they become this weapon state and the change becomes permanent.”
Looking down at the picture of the creature shown on the pad, the buyer whistled out loud, his bodyguards suddenly looking sheepish. “How much for it?”
“Oh, its not for sale sadly.”
“What? You think I cants afford it?” Barked the mobster, getting agitated at being denied.
“No, its because it doesn’t work! We ran dozens of tests and the subjects never reached their weapon stage, every time we tried to push it further, they just passed out from exhaustion, reverting to normal and having to start all over again. So many incinerated subjects…”
“So… How much for the REST of the table?”
“For all this I can sell for…”
A sudden crash from the sky light forced the men to look up just as three squads of SHIELD agents landed on the ground from grapple cables, followed by Black Window, Falcon and Captain America to join them at the ready.
“This is a bust, I want everyone on their knees with their hands over their heads!” Barked Steve Rogers, raising his shield ready to throw the thing as a discus. The AIM arms dealer slowly raised his hands and fell to his knees, as did the buyer and his crew, until he got up and grabbed the neutrino taser off the table. “FUCK YOU pigs! Aiming at the star-spangled hero, the man smirked and pulled the trigger, only to realise too late that he was holding the baton upside down when the charge went into HIM.
Realising what he did, the AIM representative kicked up the table and curled himself into a fetal position as the goons scrambled to run towards the SHIELD agents for safety.
“Awww, fuuuu…” The explosion sent everyone to reel back and guard themselves from the red paste of the man’s remains, the only one not painted in human goo was Captain America with his shield up.
Fifteen minutes later and cuffing the remaining men still huddled on the ground, the SHIELD team brought in the transports to have the men arrested while a clean up crew picked up what they could for evidence.
“I don’t think this stuff is going to come out…” Complained Natasha, being handed a towel and grimacing that her favorite cat suit was greasy with mobster remains. “If I were you, I’d I’ve get tomato juice to scrub out the smell.”
Giving Steve a screwed look on her face, Black Widow rolled her eyes and turned to leave, heading to the others to check their reports. As she walked away, Steve found his eyes trailing over her heart shaped rear as it swayed with each step. Shaking his head with a smirk, the boy scout in him cleared his mind and turn to check on the others when he heard something crack on the ground and a sharp pain stabbed at the arch of his foot. “Ow..” Looking down he found a broken vial of fluid under his boot, pulling up his foot he found a shard of glass had pierced the rubber soles and stuck his foot. Pulling the offending shard out of his boot, the man gave it a look over before calling for sanitation to clean up the mess, waving over a SHIELD agent wearing medical pins. “Give it to me straight, how bad is all this?”
One SHIELD agent holding the pad the AIM representative brought with him looked over to the ruined vial on the ground and checked the manifesto of items. “Please tell me this isn’t going to kill me.”
Finding the item on the list, the medical agent blinked at the item listed. “Uhm… No… if I’m reading this right, this stuff is deemed harmless to human life, just plants.”
“So what’s it doing at a weapons sale?”
“Scrolling over the list of desired items for the sale, the agent fell on an item that stood out. “Ah, according to this, that was SUPPOSED to be a bioweapon that turned plant life into man-eating fly traps, it has no effect on human life if it enters your blood stream.”
Letting a sigh of relief escape his lips, Steve lowered his boot to the ground and let the rest of the agents clean up the mess. After this whole event all he wanted to do is get cleaned up for tonight and just forget all about being splattered by a dead mobster… Tony would never hear the end of it! Back on board the SHIELD Helicarrier, Steve Rogers grimaced making his way back to his quarters and still wiping off the grease of the mob boss off his uniform. “I hope this comes out… The cleaners are going to have a nightmare with this.” Everyone he passed by gave the super soldier a look of disgust, pinching their noses to block out the smell.
Looking down at the pink paste that splattered across the star on his chest, Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed he nearly bumped into someone in front of him. Looking up he found agent Sharon Carter guarding herself with a clip board and pinching her nose with her hand. “Oh! Sorry, mind the mess.”
“Peeyew… What IS that?!” Asked the blonde in front of him, pinching her nose to the smell Steve gave off. “What is that? Rotten hamburger?”
“It’s dead mob boss…”
Screwing her face in disgust, Sharon Carter quickly side stepped and passed down the hall. “You should really toss that uniform afterwards; I don’t think you’re gonna get that out.” Turning to leave, Steve found himself staring at the woman’s rear and long legs from her skin-tight SHIELD uniform, shaking his head and looking back down at his own suit, the man shrugged. “I don’t know… You’d be surprised what you can do with tomato juice.”
Making it back to his quarters and managing to take off the uniform and get cleaned up, the man had to scrub hard just to get the gunk off him. Fifteen-minutes later with a can of tomato juice and with a towel around him waist, Steve Rogers stepped out of the shower and sat heavily in the couch of his quarters, tired after the day’s events. “Man, what an ugly day, all I want to do is sleep.” Thinking back to Natasha’s skin-tight leather body suit with the top left partially open, Steve shifted in his seat. More than once he found himself staring at her toned physique or caught himself staring when she would bend over a table or counter, giving a full view of her cleavage or skin-tight rear. Then his mind wandered to Sharon Carter; his co-worker, again his thoughts falling to her figure, long legs, and blonde hair. His imagination got the better of him, Steve found himself fantasizing about the two women in bed, wearing the skimpiest underwear he could picture them in and gesturing to him to join them while they kissed. “Heh, what I wouldn’t do to sleep with…”
His eyes going wide and his heart booming in his chest, Steve lurched forward when he felt his cock suddenly spring to life under his tower. “Wha… Hnnngh…” The towel falling off his nude body, Steve looked down to find his erection throbbing painfully from his crotch. Grabbing hold of his length he tried to calm it down only to find the more he struggled with it the larger and longer it grew, until it was well past 12 inches in length and as thick as a beer can. “So hot!... Can’t think, need… Need…” Staggering away from the couch, the man never noticed a sheen of blonde fur sprout from his back, spreading down to his arms and legs and grow from his chest. A beard formed on his face as his hair grew longer and unkempt from his skull and brow.
“I NEED SOMETHING TO FUCK!”
Grunting like an animal, Steve’s muscles throbbed along with his booming heart, his finger and toe nails growing thick and sharp as he struggled to pump his massive cock in both hands, his testicles swelling to the size of apples as he was forced to stand bow legged. “Yeah… Fuck me some horny bitches until they cry out my FUCKING NAME!” Growling out with fangs growing from his upper and lower teeth, his ears grew to points and his nose flattening and bulged to merge with his eyebrows. Steve Rogers groaned out when he reached his limit and fired off a torrent of cum against the opposite wall of his quarters, spraying thick seed in a patch over the walls that dripped in thick droplets onto the floor. shivering once his orgasm had run its course and looked down at his hairy form.
Looking down at his clawed hands with a fanged smirk, the creature chuckled and looked around. “Free! Free at last from that fucking boy scout! Now its time for some REAL fun!” Stomping heavily over to the refrigerator nearby in the small kitchen, the beast flew the door wide open and grabbed at the first thing he could find, biting into the strips of raw bacon and lunchmeats. Biting into a head of lettuce, the creature spat out the leaves and tossed the offending vegetable over his head. With nothing left worth eating, the living ID of Captain America looked around and pumped at his still erect cock, wondering what else to do. Looking down at his arm he found the solid muscle and hair slowly begin to diminish, the claws in his fingers slowly returning to normal.
“Oh no you don’t, I’m riding this out longer.” Stomping out of his quarters and looking across the hallway to find it empty, the id beast sniffed the air and smiled a toothy grin. Running as fast as he could to the source of the scent that made his erection go stiff again. Storming through the hallways of the Helicarrier like some terrible monster, the creature that used to be Captain America sniffed the air and grinned, his fangs showing as he pumped his shaft to keep his arousal going. He was free; free of Steve’s dignity and self restraint, the id had completely taken over, and was trying to fight for every second it could get to stay longer.
“Grr… Come ON, where is she?” Sniffing the air again, the creature grinned when he made his way unseen towards Sharon Carter’s quarters. “Ah…’Sniff’, here we are.”
*
Sitting on her couch with a glass of bourbon in hand, Sharon Carter read the report in her other hand. Going over the details of the duty roster on the helicarrier while taking a sip. Finishing her drink, she was about to pour herself another when she heard a knock from the door to her quarters.
“Hey Sharon? It’s me… Steve, can I come in?”
Smirking to herself, Sharon got up to her feet with the bottle in hand and went to the door. “Only if you don’t smell like crap like last time.” Opening the door, she was caught off guard when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in close, her mouth pressed up against a fanged mouth that darted its tongue into hers for a hungry kiss. Shocked and stunned, she almost did not know how to reach until she felt a strong hand grope at her ass and squeeze. Pushing away, she gave Steve a hard slap across the face, only to recoil when she got a better look at the fur covered beast man smiling a toothy grin back at her. Covered in thick honey coloured fur and grinning with sharp fanged teeth, the creature standing in front of her looked like some terrible wolf man. A hot blush forming on her cheeks when she looked down at the wine bottle sized cock bobbing at his crotch. His pointed ears darted back and his eyes sharp, leering back at her after rubbing the bruise where she struck him.
“Ooh! I LIKE it when you play rough!” Grabbing her by her waist, Sharon yelped when she was pulled in close again and felt the monster’s claws grab at the hem of her pants and rip them open to reveal her underwear before he ripped them clean off her.
“Get the FUCK off me, monster!” She yelled, punching at his barrel chest and broad shoulders, and making the beast smile wider. “Grr, fine! But you’ll be singing a different tune when I do this!” Dropping her to the ground, the monster grabbed hold of his still erect cock and began to beat himself furiously, grunting and snarling until he went rigid and grunted out his release, his cum spraying out in a deluge that splattered thick and lathered over Sharon’s face and into her mouth. Spitting out what she could, she was unable to expel all of it as much of it went down her throat. Looking up she found the monster grunt and growl, his body shaking as his muscles began to swell and grow larger, his teeth becoming more pronounced as more changes occurred, looking more savage than ever.
“You fucking animal, I’m going to kick your…” A sudden heat rushed through the blonde woman as she caught herself falling to her knees, so flushed with arousal she was forced to pry her top open until in desperation she practically ripped her shirt apart to free herself. With every boom of her heart, strawberry blonde fur began to spread across her skin, her ears growing into points as her mouth lolled with a moan of arousal. Staggering to her feet, they burst out of her shoes, peeling off her ruined shirt and pants as she grew bigger, stronger, and more curvaceous. Her thighs growing wider as her bra snapped, giving up trying to contain her now full DD cup breasts. Fully naked, the she-beast growled and roared out as an orgasm claimed her. “RRRaaaaaargh! What a rush!”
Looking down at the bottle of bourbon still in her clawed hand, the she-beast that was Sharon Carter smiled before downing the bottle into her open mouth, letting the excess spill down her furry body and larger breasts before they were captured in Steve’s mouth, licking up the bourbon just as she tossed the bottle aside. “That’s right, lick you fucking carpet muncher!”
“Oh you want me to munch carpet? Fine bitch!” Hoisting her off her feet and making the she-beast laugh out loud. The two collapsed onto the coffee table, destroying it under their combined weight as Steve dove between her legs and lapped away at her nethers, leaving her to moan and claw at his back and hair until he brought her to a second orgasm. The results making her shiver as her muscles throbbed larger still, her chest heaving as she grew two cup sizes larger and her thighs and rear swelled with new mass.
“Come here you fucker and FUCK ME ALREADY!”
*
2 hours later…
“Ugh… My aching head…” Slowly sitting up and looking around, Steve blinked his eyes heavily and looked around the room he found himself in, scratching his head in confusion. “Wait… THIS isn’t my room.” Sitting up, Captain America looked around and found himself completely naked, making him even more confused.
“Wow, what did I drink last night?” Called out a woman’s voice beside him. Looking over his shoulder he found Sharon sitting up along with him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and meeting his confused stare on the floor. “What are YOU doing in my quarters?”
“What AM I doing in your quarters? And why are you naked?”
“Why are YOU naked?!”
Both agents looked at themselves and quickly turned away as they tried to find something to cover themselves up and get to their feet. Finding her clothes and quickly putting them on, while Steve found a spare towel, the two stood in the middle of Sharon’s quarters without an idea of how things led to where they were. The living room was in shambles with a destroyed coffee table and torn fabric that Sharon swore were her clothes from before, except she did not remember what ruined them or what led to what happened. “So…”
“Yeah…” Steve looked away bashfully, scratching the back of his head. “I think I’ll head to my quarters and try to figure out what happened.”
“Yeah, same here…” As soon as the man left, Sharon looked over to the small liquor collection she had near the kitchen. Picking up a bottle she sniffed the bottle cap to check if it had been opened or not. Looking down on the floor she did not see any glasses, broken or otherwise but she did find her bottle of bourbon left empty in the rubble.
“Maybe its time I cut down on the booze.”
Returning to his own quarters and bashfully holding a towel around his waist, the man finally made it to his personal quarters and closed the door behind him. The moment he did…
“What the hell happened here?”
Looking around his quarters to find a mess, Steve Rogers stumbled pass the emptied contents of the fridge scattered around the floor to get to his bedroom and get dressed. After putting on a clean pair of his costume and finding his shield, the man cleaned up his quarters, scrubbing down everything he could see… Which was essentially everything.
Getting a knock from the door, Steve opened it to find Natasha there waiting for him. Smiling back at the man as he held a couple bags of trash in his hands.
“Did I interrupt some spring cleaning?”
“I… I don’t know, I just woke up in Miss Carter’s quarters smelling of bourbon, can’t remember why I was there or… Never mind.”
Peaking over the man’s shoulder, Natasha noticed a few stains on his walls. “Looks like the party started here, didn’t think you for an angry drinker.”
“I don’t remember being able to get black out drunk!” Answered the man as he stepped outside his quarters to empty his trash in the nearest waste bin.
“Well if you want, I could have the SHIELD crew investigate your quarters, check out who trashed the place.”
Wiping his gloved hands, Captain America nodded, liking that option. “Okay good, maybe Sharon’s too, damned if I know how we ended up there.”
“Shame, I would have liked the details.”
*
Meanwhile, back in the quarters of Sharon Carter…
Sharon had quickly gotten herself cleaned up and dressed after waking up nude and on the floor with Steve Rogers hours earlier. Once that priority had been resolved, the next was cleaning up her quarters.
“Yuck! Please tell me this stuff is melted butter…” Complained the woman, scrubbing away at the waxy slime that was caked on the floor and walls. After she had cleaned out her ruined furniture and the waste from her emptied out fridge AND emptied all her liquor bottles down the drain, the woman was now cleaning off the rest of the damage to her quarters, finding quite a few stains that caked the floors and walls. It also did not help that her place still smelled of spilt bourbon and sweat.
Finally disposing the trash and getting herself ready for the meeting, Sharon walked down the halls to the main cafeteria, seeing as her personal stock of food had all mysteriously been consumed without her knowing it. Getting herself a plate of food, the blonde woman ate and was lost in thought. “What happened last night that had her and Cap black out like that? And who trashed her quarters? Was it an intruder? Was it HER?
“Feeling out of sorts?”
Hearing a voice snap her back to reality, Sharon looked up to find Bucky take the opposite seat of the table from her. A tray of his own filled with the day’s lunch option as he sat and picked at the bread on his plate.
“Yeah, had a REALLY weird night.”
“well, can’t be any worse than Cap’s night, he had a mobster explode all over him.”
“I know… I could smell him across the hallway.” Smirked the woman, remembering bumping into the man still covered in red bits.
Looking across the table, Sharon found herself eyeing Captain America’s long-time friend, noticing the gruff scars and the metal prosthetic arm that fumbled with the spoon to his soup. She liked Steve; the man was so squeaky clean like his shield she swore she could see her reflection on his costume, but with the Winter Soldier there was a bad-boy image that she found attractive, especially the longer hair, five o clock shadow and… Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Sharon went back to eating her meal. Taking a sip from her drink and nibbling at her salad, Sharon tried to divert her attention to anything other than what she was looking at just a few seconds ago. She was hoping for a distraction to help cut out her wandering imagination when she heard the overhead intercom chime in.
“ATTENTION, WOULD ALL SHIELD COMMANDERS AND AVENGERS MEET IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM AT 2PM.”
“Phew… Saved by the class bell.”
Joining the rest of the field agents of SHIELD and the Avengers on the Helicarrier meeting room, Steve and Natasha sat at the table just as Sharon and Bucky took their seats, along with Falcon, Songbird, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Captain Marvel and Thor. Standing at the head of the table, acting-director Maria Hill slapped the report on the table while showing holographic pictures of the thugs and AIM weapons dealer they arrested the day before.
“So, this is the third weapons sale we stopped in the last two weeks, AIM appears to be trying to get some funding for a big project of theirs, but so far the three culprits we arrested aren’t saying too much.”
“Not a good idea coming from a group that boasts they have ADVANCED ideas.” Chuckled Stark, sipping from his drink.
“We’re going to see if we can find more of these weapon peddlers to get the whole picture, but for now we’ve got nothing.”
As the woman continued her meeting with the SHIELD agents and Avengers, Steve’s eyes wandered between the copy of the report in his hands and Maria’s svelt figure in that skin-tight body suit she wore. The way it drew focus to her long legs and tight rear or the bulge of her bust at the front that looked like it would spill out so much as if she were to pull down the zipper. Shifting in his seat, Steve drew his attention back to the report and the list of items recovered from the raid, the image of the woman’s figure still in the back of his head even as he read the report. When the meeting was over, the group of agents and Avengers exited the meeting room and went their own ways, some returning to their posts while others made their way to the hanger to leave. Before Steve left the meeting, Mariah Hill called him to meet her in her office, leaving the pair to go down the hall and Tony to leer at her ass on the way out, sipping his finished drink and leave the glass on a garbage bin.
“So, what you got planned today Thor?” Asked Tony Stark swaggering out the meeting hall shoulder to shoulder with the tall Asgardian as they made their way to the hanger bay. Passing the airlock door, the two walked down the quiet runway where SHIELD staff prepped and checked on the nearby aircrafts.
“Aye, friend Stark, I intend to sample some of the mead being brewed at the local taverns in the city, they claim to be strong enough to rival the meaderies of Valhalla… I shall hold them to that blasphemous proclamation!”
“Ooh, a kegger, mind if I tag along?”
Laughing out loud and slapping Stark across the back, Tony was taken back when Thor slung him under his arm and swung his hammer in a circle in his hand. “No wait! Lemme…” Unable to finish the sentence, the hanger bay was filled with Tony’s cries when the two hurled out the bay doors like a rocket, darting out and down towards the city.
*
Following Maria Hill into her office, the man did not know what to expect when she told him to lock the door behind him.
“So, want to know why I brought you up here?” Asked the woman, leaning back against her work desk and reaching for a folder at her side. “Natasha requested a DNA check on the substances we found in your quarters, to see who had broken into your place and thoroughly trashed it.”
“Oh good, what did they find?”
“You!”
Blinking in confusion, Captain America was handed the folder and the report made on the fluids the SHIELD research team came up with.
“Seems who ever decided to smash your place, eat your food and cum all over the walls and floors was… You.” Getting up from her spot, Maria moved up to almost press up against the man, glaring into Steve’s eyes. “So maybe you can explain why the squeaky-clean boy scout decided one night to turn his place into a fucking stable!”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Well I do, because we found the SAME fluids in Sharon Carter’s quarters.” Stabbing her finger against his chest accusingly, Maria’s eyes narrows. “So, the macho Captain America better come up with an explanation fast or maybe I’m going to have to send him up to scrub the flight deck while we’re in mid-air!” Pressed back against the wall, Steve was forced to stare back at the smouldering glare of the woman as she pressed up against him, one finger jabbing his chest while the other rested at her hip with the report in hand. During those few seconds, Steve found himself staring back between her angry glare and down her neckline, which lead down to her tight form-fitting costume where he could just picture the curves of her chest.
Suddenly her eyes went wide and darted down when she noticed something jab against her leg. Finding a bulge tent at the man’s pants. “Are you getting a FUCKING ERECTION?!” Furious beyond belief, Maria sneered back at the man. “What? This shit turns you on?”
Caught off guard again, the woman felt a pair of strong hands grasp at her rear from behind and pull her in close, forced into a languid kiss that had the man stick his tongue into her mouth, the bulge at his waist suddenly feeling like it was getting bigger as it ground between her legs. Growling into the kiss, Steve Rogers grunted when he pulled away, his costume getting tight as his face began to sprout fur and fangs. “Damn right that fucking turns me on, some raging bitch in heat thinks she can give me orders?!”
Looking up, Maria was shocked to find Steve’s eyes become fierce, his teeth becoming sharp as his costume burst and tore open from his muscles growing too large for his cloths to contain. Hoisting her up and keeping her ground against his throbbing cock, Steve sat her onto of the desk and ripped open the front of her pants, exposing her underwear which he pried off easily.
“Heh, thought you’d wear a fucking thong!” Grunted the monster, sniffing at the red laced undergarments before eating them, then reaching for the front of his pants and rip open the front to free his now foot-long erection. Ignoring the woman’s struggling to get him off, the creature grunted out a roar when he thrust hard into her, making Maria arch her back from the sensation of being filled so fully. Beating her fists against his barrel chest as the front of the costume fell away to a furry blonde chest, the beast chuckled, grunting louder to increase his thrusts. She was going to kill him! Rip his balls off and shove them down his throat! Then a strange heat began to flush into the woman as she too felt her muscles ache and throb. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Maria moaned and growled. Fangs sprouted from her lips and black fur crept down her neck. Her gloves and boots tore and ripped open to reveal clawed finger and toes, shirking the offending garments off as she ripped open her suit to reveal her chest, her breasts growing larger and struggled against her red laced bra before Steve ripped it off of her. Her mind began to cloud, her sense of self restraint melting away as something else took control, something dark and base.
“Grrrraaaaaarrr… Is that all you have? I ride rodeo bulls that buck harder than you.” Smiled the she-beast, pulling Steve into another fierce kiss, raking her claws against his back, and making him jolt and tense up inside of her. “Come on! Fucking dominate me already you fucking limp-dicked boy scout.”
Roaring out like a bear, Steve erupted into the dark furred she-beast, her back arching from the sensation and shivering as she felt her own orgasm crash through her. Then they felt their bodies grow again; muscles throbbing larger as the hair on their bodies grew thicker. Steve grunted when he felt his ears flick on the sides of his head and his nose flatten into something almost feline. Maria did the same as she grew larger, basking in post coitus as her hips grew wider and her breasts swelled anther cup size.
Separating briefly, Mariah turned around and faced the desk, presenting her rear to the still aroused brute behind her. “Well? Come on! Fuck me!!!” Gasping into a laugh, the she-beast felt him thrust deep into her from behind, gripping her hips and ass possessively as she bucked back and forth on the desk, swiping the desk light and papers out of her way. Rising on her elbows and feeling her now E cup breasts swing heavily with each thrust, she gasped and purred when she felt the male behind her bite her shoulder, going tense again for a second time and sharing another explosive orgasm. Moaning, the two felt the surge of growth and change hit them again, each time they orgasmed, it triggered another bout of transformation, the two getting larger to the point that what scraps of their cloths remain on them snapped and ripped off, leaving them bare. Looking down at the she-beast he was balls deep into, the honey furred monster grunted when his fangs poked out of his sneering lips and his face push forward partially into a muzzle. He could feel her inner muscles squeeze and coax him to keep thrusting even as he saw her hips and ass grow rounder and push him back with their increased mass.
“More, MORE MOAR!”
*
After the meeting, Sharon Carter had gone to the exercise section of the Helicarrier, wanting to clear her head from the morning’s events. Getting changed into spandex workout cloths, she tied her hair back into a bun and stepped into the gym.
“What the hell happened this morning anyway?” She asked herself as she crossed down the gym to find several SHIELD agents in their off hours working out, her eyes wandering to some of the men lifting weights and getting a flushed look on her cheeks, before snapping her attention back to her thoughts. Did she invite Steve over to my place? Did he just show up? And why where they naked? Her thoughts ran over every possible idea but no matter how hard she tried; her mind came up blank. “Damn I need to quite drinking…”
“Hi Sharon, having a rough day?”
Turning her attention to the woman next to her, Sharon smiled when she found Bobbi Morse standing next to her with a yoga mat in her arm. “Yeah… Had a very weird morning.”
“How weird?”
“Waking up naked with Steve covered in booze.”
A little taken back, Bobbi smirked, grabbing Sharon’s hand and dragging her with her to one of the private rooms, grabbing a spare yoga mat from the rack and shoving into Sharon’s arms before locking the door behind her. “Girl! You have to share the details, what was he like?” Bobbi asked, unrolling her mat and putting on some music from a nearby MP3 player.
Unrolling her own mat on the ground, the two began to flex and shift, making stretches while Sharon thought about the morning. “Well… That’s just it, I don’t remember how he got in my room, neither does he really.” Breathing deeply and stretching her arms over her head, Sharon sighed, looking back to Bobbi to find the woman looked deflated by that revelation.
“So what? You both got shit-faced drunk and passed out?”
“Maybe… Neither of us know.”
“Huh… Shame, there are a few things I’d CERTAINLY would do in that position.” Smirked the blonde woman, twisting herself over her mat and reach down to touch her toes.
“Really? Like what?”
Rolling her eyes, Bobbi laid on her stomach and arched her back, watching as Sharon did the same. “Please… You act like your one of the only women on this ship that hasn’t thought about getting tangled up in the star-spangled boy scout.”
Thinking on that, Sharon did have to admit she found the man attractive, VERY attractive. Closing her eyes and sighing out another breath, Sharon found her mind wandering over the times she found herself staring at Steve’s arms, that barrel chest, his abs, his… “Hnnnnnngh…” Letting out a low growl, Sharon felt flushed, a wave of heat began to grow within her that couldn’t be ignored. Rolling onto her back, the woman began to grope at her chest and bring a hand down between her legs, the heat becoming more intense.
“Believe me girl, some of us have even considered dragging him into the lady’s locker room for some show-and-tell.” Commented Bobbi, her back turned to Sharon as she flexed and posed, stretching out her leg muscles. Hearing the woman groan behind her, Bobbi smirked and continued. “Heck if I were in YOUR position, I’d have had him riding him like a bronco horse for hours if he weren’t so timid.”
“You… You don’t say.” Hissed the woman, gritting her fanged teeth as her chest began to expand, blonde fur creeping down her neck and arms as her fingers and toes sprouted dark claws. Her muscles throbbed larger.
“Oh, for sure, I hope he isn’t taken, because there’s a line forming around the hall for who wants to spend a night riding HIS baloney pony, and I certainly want next in line.” Suddenly caught off guard, Bobbi found herself pulled back and rolled onto her back with her arms pinned over her head by Sharon Carter. The woman had become almost unrecognisable; Her nose had flattened and swelled with her brow into something almost feline, sporting pointed ears and sharp teeth in a wicked grin leering down at Bobbi like a cat that caught a mouse. Her strength was incredible, keeping her pinned easily to the ground. Her entire body was covered in honey blond fur and was completely solid with muscle, her massive chest threatening to tear the spandex top in half with her now melon sized tits pressing down against Bobbi’s modest breasts.
“Grrrr… He’s MINE! I saw him first.” Sneered the beast woman down at the struggling SHIELD agent. “But if you want to be second bitch you have to earn it.”
Kissing the woman hard, Bobbi’s eyes went wide when she felt a rough tongue dart into past her lips and explore her mouth and teeth. A clawed hand reached down and ripped away the bottom of Bobbi’s spandex gym suit where a pair of clawed fingers shoved themselves into her nethers. Growling into the kiss, the creature Sharon had turned into smiled down at Bobbi, watching her struggle and squirm against the bonds of just her one clawed hand. “SHARON! What… huh… What are you doing?!” Leaning back down to bite her on the neck, Bobbi cried out, arching her back when she felt a heat rush through her. Spreading over her entire body, Bobbi squirmed from the bite, her face going flush until her eyes went wide and her blue irises became slit and feline, her mouth yawning wide with teeth becoming pointed and sharp.
Renewing the kiss, the id beast grabbed hold of the spandex suit she wore and ripped it clean off, tossing the fabric to the side and doing the same to the woman transforming underneath her. “Hot! So hot! So fucking HOT!” Cried out the she-beast that used to be Mockingbird, finally let go, her hands instantly went to her now larger chest and down to join Sharon’s fingers in her pussy.
“Damn RIGHT I’m fucking hot! Now let’s put that tongue to good use…”
*
“Ugh… What, what the hell?” Slowly waking up and looking around, Maria Hill and Steve Rogers found themselves in her office, completely naked. Darting her eyes around her office, she found all her possessions smashed and ruined, papers covered in sweat and cum splattered across the floor and utterly unreadable. “What happened?”
“I… I don’t know.” Waking up himself, Steve looked around to find he and Maria on the floor leaning against the wall. Smelling the air, Steve looked down at the dark-haired woman in his arms as the two quickly separated. “Did, did we?”
“Did we?” Wondered Maria, scratching her head as she tried to cover herself. She couldn’t remember now. She remembered getting a report from the lab and calling Steve to her office, but after that? Nothing. Checking the time on the nearby clock on the wall, she was surprised to find that 4 hours had passed since she ordered Steve into her office. Just what did the two do for that time to wake up buck naked in each other’s arms? Looking around she found her office completely totalled, making the woman blink and shake her head. “Did I do this?”
“I wondered if I was the one who did it.”
Confused, the two got up and looked around for their clothes, shocked to find them torn into scraps. Going over a nearby locker, Mariah pulled out two spare SHIELD overalls for the two to get dressed in. Making his way to leave her office, Mariah grabbed his arm at the last second, a curious look going over her shifting eyes as she tried to figure out what happened for the last four hours. Pulling the man down, she pecked him on the lips, then closed the door between them.
“Huh…”
Returning to his quarters, Captain America leaned against the door and shook his head, still not understanding what the hell had been going on lately. So far in the last 2 days he had two black outs. Was it the scratch he got on his boot? Maybe he had been stressed out lately? “Maybe I should see the physician, give myself a look over to make sure nothing is wrong.” Looking down at himself, the man winced as he tugged at the SHIELD standard issue coveralls Maria Hill gave him after the two woke up together. The stares he got from the other SHIELD agents were a little embarrassing as the man looked like the ship janitor after having tried to clean the piping, the stains under the cloths more than apparent.
“Then again… These black outs have been hitting other people too…” Thinking back he woke up with Maria, and Sharon the day before. “Maybe there’s a bug going around.” Shrugging his shoulders, Captain America went to the built-in washroom and pulled his clothes off, deciding to shower to clean off the mess he still had on him after waking up. After a few minutes of scrubbing off the dried sweat and fluids that stained his body, Steve wrapped a towel around himself and sat at the couch in his living room, yelping when he sat and found the frame had broken. “Right… Someone broke into my quarters.”
He was going to have to find some new furniture, which was a shame because he loved that couch. Sighing to himself and tugging the towel tightly over his waist, the man was distracted when he heard a knock at his door.
“Who is it?” He called out, waiting for a response.
“It’s Sharon, can you open up? I wanna talk.” Called the woman’s voice, along with a giggle and shushing sound that made him curious. Moving up to the door, the man made to open the door when it was kicked open, forcing the man back just as a large form jumped and pinned him to the ground. The sound of the door slamming shut behind it.
HELLO lover… Mmm, I LOVE that look in your eyes!” Purred the female creature looming over the prone man, her hands pinning his arms to his sides while her large breasts pressed down on his chest. Whatever it was, whomever it was, the creature smiled down at Steve like a cat that caught the canary, straddling his waist and grinding against his towel covered crotch. Her body weas covered in honey coloured blonde fur, where he could see was corded with wiry muscles strong enough to match him in strength, keeping him on the ground. Her eyes and nose were almost feline, along with the sharp fangs poking out of her lips and the long ears that tilted and swivelled when another creature saddled up next to her, nuzzling into the other’s shoulder and kissing her roughly, acting like a pair of wolves.
“Stop HOGGING him! You already had fun with him last time, its my turn.” Husked the other blonde furred beast woman, pouting her fanged lips.
“Shut the fuck up bitch, he’s MY man, you want him? You gotta SHARE him!” Prying the towel off his body with a single pull and tossing the garment across the room, the two female creatures smiled and laughed when Sharon grabbed hold of Steve’s shaft and began to stroke him, all while Bobbi claimed the startled man’s lips in hers, licking the roof of his mouth with her rough tongue. “Ooh, candied kisses! I just wanna GOBBLE you up!”
“Pin him down, I want some of this!” Taking Sharon’s spot pinning Steve’s arms down as he struggled to get free, Sharon lowered herself and began to lick and suck at his cock, coaxing it into hardness against Steve’s will. “G-get… Get off of me!”
“Ooh, I LOVE fighters! Their squirming makes me SO hot.” Purred Bobbi, letting her full G cup breasts dangle over Steve’s face.
“Hnngh… You… You GRRRrrrr… You want a FIGHT?!” Growled Steve, his teeth gritting and forming fangs, just as a sheen of rough blonde fur spread down his neck and chest, his corded muscles growing stronger and making him grow bigger. Thrusting against Sharon’s mouth, the she creature laughed and straddled his waist, aiming his now solid erection into her folds and sinking down on him, wailing as his cock grew and changed, his balls swelling larger as the rest of his body caught up. No longer needing to hold him down, Bobbi rolled to the side and let the male beast sit up and grab hold of Sharon’s waist possessively, her cries echoing in the room as the two got tangled in each other.
“YES! So good… Almost missed this, come on you fucker! FUCK ME!”
With a guttural roar, the male creature tensed and shuddered firing off into the she-beast who arched her back and presented her large tits to his face as an orgasm rocked through her body. The moment the two found release, they began to shudder, their bodies swelling larger with muscle and size. Looking over her shoulder, Sharon moaned and gasped when a tail grew out behind her, growing long and swishing back and forth.
“Me next, ME NEXT!” Hissed Bobbi, trying to tug Sharon off Steve only to be pulled in for a fierce kiss by the she-beast. “Fine… But I want another round.”
Biting her fanged lip and sliding off Steve’s cock slowly, the hairy brute grinned at the smirking she beast just as Bobbi scrambled to take her place. Rolling her onto her back, Bobbi laughed and wrapped her legs around him, raking her clawed fingers down his back as she felt him already thrust deep into her moist folds. Grunting and snarling, the male beast growled when he found his limit several minutes later, rearing back and firing off hard into the she beast who arched her back and howled. Shuddering again, the two swelled larger and stronger, a tail forming above Steve’s rear just as a tail poked out from under Bobbi.
“Grrr… Not enough!” Slowly separating from the panting, she beast who lay splayed out on the floor, the lumbering creature got up to his clawed feet and looked around, still pumping his cock to keep himself aroused. Even so, he could feel himself getting tired, loosing the pleasure high he was experiencing as his muscles began to relax and shrink. “Graaargh… FUCK! Gotta find a way to stay out longer, keep fucking!”
“Can’t… S-so tired…hmm…” Closing her eyes, Bobbi began to fall asleep, her body almost instantly beginning to shrink and transform back into her human appearance.
“This is fucking stupid.” Growled the brute, taking a swipe at the wall and knocking over a bundle of army pictures. “I finally get back out and I’m gonna go away again!”
“Yeah, FINALLY free of that prissy bitch and… And…” Fluttering her eyes, Sharon grew tired and slumped down, becoming too tired to stay awake. The moment her eyes closed her body began to change, becoming slimmer and leaner, her fur receding and her mutations disappearing.
“I’m gonna find a way to stay, and when I do, you can kiss that fucking boy scout goodbye!”
*
A few days later…
Since the meeting regarding the AIM weapons dealer sting. Steve Rogers continued to have this nagging feeling at the back of his mind. The black outs had been happening a lot lately, he had gone to the medical wing of the helicarrier but the best they could offer was fatigued related to the mission. Seemed he wasn’t the only one either. Sitting at the same table at the cafeteria, Maria Hill, Sharon Carter and Bobbi Morse ate their meals quietly. Each of them had made comments of strange blackout and had been put on temporary leave
“Has anyone else been having trouble with clothes?” Asked Bobbi, picking at her fries and looking to the others. Rolling her shoulders as her bra tugged at her back, the woman squinted.
“Kinda, I’ve also been having trouble with someone stealing all my food out of my fridge, so far its been three days in a row and I still haven’t found the asshole breaking into my quarters.” Huffed Director Hill.
“Same here… Every morning I find the fridge wide open and wrappers everywhere.” Nodded Sharon, pointing her fork at the director, then back at her meal.
“Ever thought you guys were sleep eating?” Asked Natasha as she joined the four at the table, a tray of food in her hands as she sat. Looking them all over, the Black Widow shook her head with a smirk. “I mean, look at you Bobbi, that’s like your third plate.”
“It is?” Looking down at her plate of fries and grilled chicken, she had not really noticed since she began eating with the others.
Picking at her salad with her fork, Natasha took a sip from her coffee and observed the others double check how much they have eaten so far. “Honestly, what have you four been doing that has been leaving you all starving in the morning?!” What she did not ask was why some of them looked thicker over the last week. Maria had the top of her costume open, exposing her neckline and noticing her bust seemed larger, as did her hips which seemed to take up more space at her chair. Bobbi and Sharon looked the same, like they had put on some weight over the week.
“Maybe… Maybe I had enough.” Nodded Sharon, sliding her plate away from herself and simply drinking from her water. Her cleavage showing in her half open suit top as she bent to take a sip.
Bending forward with a smirk, Natasha made sure she wasn’t overheard by the rest of the cafeteria. “By the way, Nick Fury is FURIOUS! Seems someone trashed his office and took a dump in his trash bin last night.”
“Hey! I’m eating here!” Complained Maria, shaking her head and pushing her own plate forward, her appetite now gone.
“These activities have been getting worse, have they found a culprit yet?” Asked Steve, suddenly realising he was staring down Nat’s top and quickly darted his eyes away. Smirking up at the man, Natasha noticed and bit at her salad. “No, not yet.”
Getting up from her seat, Maria Hill huffed and waved off the other agents. “I’m heading to the gym; I suddenly feel like I need to work off lunch now.”
“Same here, I’ll come with you.” Answered Bobbi, getting up from her seat and leaving with the other woman. Looking up, Steve found himself drawn to their curves as they walked out the door to exit through the hallway.
“I think I’ll head back to my quarters, still have a lot to clean up.” Exiting the table, the woman left Steve and Natasha to eat alone, the man slowly inching himself away out of embarrassment when the red-haired woman leaned towards him with a sly grin.
“SO! Since when do THEY sit with you hmm?”
“Recently really… There were a couple times we woke up together after blacking out, its been going around lately.” Taking another bite of his food, Steve kept his eyes diverted away from his co-worker, finding every time he didn’t, his eyes found themselves looking down at the v-cut of her top, or her backside as she leaned down with a coy look back at him, obviously teasing him.
“Well, between you and me, you’ve been pretty popular lately, I’m starting to think you’ve been making yourself available.” Giving the man a sly look, Nat smiled more widely when she spotted a blush on Captain America’s face. Taking another bite of her salad, the woman giggled when Steve stood up and took his tray with him, making an awkward attempt to walk away and hide the fact that he was not affected by her proximity. Watching him leave, Nat finished her salad, getting ideas on how to capitalise on some more fun with the man.
Making his way into a men’s washroom, Steve Rogers found himself panting as he gripped at the sink in front of him. Looking up at his reflection, the man squinted when he thought he found his eyes changing. Dizziness overtook him when he felt his muscles throb and tense, the tent in his pants becoming painfully tight as his erection threatened to burst the zipper. “Hnnnngh… What… What’s happening… to ME?” He growled, his fingernails growing sharp as blonde hair grew up his arms. Gritting his teeth, fangs formed, and his ears grew to points. Shifting his feet, his shoes burst just as the front of his pants ripped open and his foot-long erection finally sprung free, growing to over a foot in length and getting harder by the second. Looking back at his face one last time, Steve suddenly fell back and collided with the wall behind him, jacking himself off until his eyes went wide, and his grimace turned to a smirk.
“THANK you, Natalie, you slinky Russian minx you.” Chuckled the id-beast, finally free and in control of Roger’s body. Still jacking himself off, his body continued to swell and change, becoming stronger the longer he pleasured himself.
“Just you wait, you and I are gonna get REAL acquainted!”
*
Making her way down where she spotted Steve Rogers run to, Natasha smirked as she already knew the man would have run to the washroom after spotted the tent in his pants. Leaning against the door frame of the men’s washroom and cross her arms under her chest, Natasha tapped the back of her hand against the locked door. On the other side of the door, the woman could hear heavy breathing and grunting, almost as if the man were struggling with something. “Hey Steve, are you doing okay in there?”
“Hnngh… H-hey Nat, I’m having hnng… Having some trouble here, can you help me out?”
Rolling her eyes, Natasha did not know what was going on inside, but it did sound like the man was in a lot of pain. “Alright, just unlock the door.” Hearing the click, Natasha stepped inside and closed the door. The moment she did, she realised the room was pitch dark. “What happened?”
“Damn light hnngh, went out, now I’m stuck here with my zipper caught.”
Reaching out into the darkness, Natasha found it difficult for her eyes to focus. “Where are you?” Gasped, she felt him press up against her, pinning her against the wall and began kissing her deeply. His hands roaming over her back and down to squeeze at her rear possessively. Moaning into the kiss, Natasha was surprised by how bold the man was, never once believing he had it in him, but since she was the one that coaxed and teased him, she went with it. Feeling him kiss his way down her neck and into her cleavage, she sighed and leaned her head back as he unzipped her top and roughly pulled her cat suit down her shoulders to free her arms. Shirking off the catsuit down her smooth legs, the woman moaned and giggled feeling him cup and lick at her stiff nipples in the dark.
Letting her own hands roam over his back as he fell to his knees and began to lick between her legs, Natasha gasped, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder to give him more room, and was surprised at how hairy he was. “Wha… What has gotten IN to you…?” Black Widow husked, feeling his tongue dart into her pussy to lap at her juices, and gasped when the grip on her thighs tightened. Feeling him stand and kiss her fiercely once again, she was left off guard when he hoisted her leg up again around his waist and thrust deep into her folds, bucking into her fast and hard.
Wrapping her arms around his hairy shoulders, Natasha moaned and bit her lip as his thrusts rocked through her. Feeling her other leg lifted off the ground, she wrapped both legs around his waist and arched her back, feeling him go harder and with more intensity. It was not long until she felt him go rigids and bite down on her shoulder, making her cry out as an orgasm crashed through her, along with a torrent of hot cum fire into her nethers. Panting and sweating, Natasha moaned and lolled her head back, basking in post coital bliss. “Wow!... Who knew the boy scout had it in him…”
Suddenly the lights came back on and Natasha squinted her eyes to the intense light, just before they went wide with horror. Leering back at her with feline eyes, the bestial Steve Rogers grinned back at her with fanged teeth and thrust into her deeper to keep her from moving. “Sorry Nat, the boy scout isn’t here right now!”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Screamed Natasha as she tried to struggle free, squirming and flailing under the creature’s grip, and finding him inhumanly strong. Then she stopped if only because she felt him began to shudder, his eyes closing as his muscles began to throb larger, growing stronger by the second. She even felt his cock inside of her increase in length and girth as the changes progressed, a tail sprouting behind him and his ears changing shape to triangular points. “MONSTER! Get off of me!”
“Nope, believe me slut, your gonna sing a different tune in just a minute!”
Not understanding the monster’s taunt, Natasha tried to free herself and found him to be even stronger than before. Then she felt it, a rush of heat flow through her just as her heart began to pound in her chest. Every muscle in her body felt like they were on fire as they began to surge with strength, growing firmer and stronger. Her skin going flushed as red fur spread up her arms and legs and up her neck. Yawning her mouth open, her teeth turned to fangs and her ears grew to points. Chuckling at the changes, the ID-beast felt her breasts swell larger, pushing his chest back to make room. When the changes finished, the she-beast yowled in arousal, gripping his back with sharp clawed fingernails. Leering up at Steve with feline eyes and a feral grin.
“So Nat, whatcha wanna do?”
“MORE!”
*
At the gym…
Breathing hard and getting exhausted hitting the punching bag, Agent Coulson stepped back and caught his breath, leaning down to prop himself up with his hands at his knees. Having been working out for the better part of an hour or more, the man slowly regained his strength and stretched a bit to get the stiffness out of his limbs. Moving to his towel, the man found himself eavesdropping on some of the other SHIELD agents working out, some complaining of having fatigue after hours or even black outs. He didn’t suffer from that himself, but he did hear that the medical teams told them all to stay on the ship just in case it gets off into the mainland so they could find a cause. At the very least he had not heard of anything serious, but the complaints had been increasing over the last couple of days.
Smelling under his arm, Coulson winced and wrapped his towel around his neck, making his way to the steam room to get cleaned off.
Heading into the steam room, the man undressed and wrapped his towel around his waist, entering the enclosed space and taking a bench in the steam thick room. The steamy mist was so heavy he could not even see a foot in front of him. Leaning his head back against the wall, Coulson sighed and let the moisture in the air relax his muscles. Leaning back, his eyes slowly opened when he thought he heard kissing from across the steam room, followed by giggling.
“Hey! Is anyone else in here?”
Hearing the giggling again, he swore he saw a pair of blurry forms in the fog, hearing them whisper together before hearing one of them answer back.
“Coulson? Is that you in here?” Called out Maria Hill, her voice sounding somewhat deeper, like she had a cold. A little embarrassed, the man bundled his towel tighter across his waist and tried to get up to leave, when he heard the steam room door click, being locked.
“SORRY! I didn’t know this was already occupied; I’ll leave.”
“Oh, don’t leave handsome, please stay.” Purred another voice he thought sounded like Bobbi Morse, but she too sounded a bit deeper. “We’ve been in here a while trying to get… Hot.”
“Yes, but now that You’re here, we might get that.”
“Get what?” Asked Coulson, slowly making his way through the thick steam to see the two women. Only to find himself ambushed and pinned to the warm stone floor by a pair of creatures that smiled with fanged teeth down at their prey. “Get Hot!” Looking up, he found Maria Hill and Bobbi Morse, or what used to be the two women smiling down at him, covered in fur and sporting larger physiques and curves. Their strength was inhuman as they kept him pin despite his struggles. He felt a clawed hand grip at his towel and pull it off him, throwing the towel across the steam room with a giggle.
“You won’t be needing THAT!”
“So sister, heads or tails?”
Grabbing hold of his growing erection and giving him a fierce stroke, Bobbi purred before lowering herself and shoving Anthony’s legs apart, positioning herself at his crotch. “Tails!”
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