Thea sat on the main platform of the cave, boxes of Chinese
food littered around her like fallen soldiers among the broken and destroyed
remains of their display cases and computer equipment. They had barely gotten
dressed when all of them, herself included, had realized just how hungry they
were. Even though her stomach still twisted at the thoughts of what she’d done
with her brother she’d found the hunger was just too great and chimed in that
really needed something to eat. That had led to some… interesting ideas
(including but not limited to Laurel trying to make a patchwork outfit from all
the towels to Oliver using a massive trenchcoat he still had from a goon he’d
beaten up three weeks ago to try and make a mad run to McDonalds to Helena
hiding in an alley and scaring a pizza boy for cash). In the end Thea had been
the one to wise up and suggest they just order out using Felicity’s credit card
(her time spent as a wild child had allowed her to memorize credit card numbers
and she was able to recall Felicity’s easily). They’d ordered Chinese and asked
it to be delivered outside the door of Oliver’s campaign office with Helena
hiding in the back to grab it once the guy left.
The plan had worked with the only strange thing being
that shortly afterwards they’d gotten a call from Felicity’s bank asking if she
were alright as this was her second massive order of food in a day. Thea
honestly didn’t know what that meant… unless Felicity was also trying to feed a
herd of giant people there wasn’t a good answer (and there was no way Felicity,
wherever she was, was dealing with what they were dealing with Thea had thought
with a laugh…)
~BIG~BIG~BIG~
“You do realize I can’t keep stealing train cars,” Barry
complained as Iris, Caitlin and Felicity gave him puppy dog eyes and rubbed
their hungry bellies. “…fine!”
“Try and find one with Ben and Jerry’s!” Felicity called
out as he ran off.
~BIG~BIG~BIG~
So now Thea was sitting in the middle of their ruined
lair, a blanket wrapped around her giant naked body, eating enough Chinese food
to feed a family of 8 and doing her damnedest not to stare at her brother.
She looked over at Laurel and frowned in annoyance. She
honestly didn’t get why she, of all people, was upset over what had happened.
Well, the being really big was a pain in the ass, and the fact that all three
ladies looked like they were French girls who’d given up razors for Lent was a
bummer but the sex part should have been nothing for her. Oliver and her had
done in a ton of times and within the last few years too. Hell, Thea had kept
her mouth shut but she’d know that her brother and Felicity would never last
and she’d figured that Oliver and Laurel would end up together again soon
enough. Though, now that she thought of it, maybe she was wrong. Laurel may
have been his type once but as she’d grown into being the Black Canary she’d
changed too much. Oliver needed someone a bit shorter, with brown hair instead
of blonde and decent breasts that he could hold onto as he fucked her like mad
as she screamed and he called out ‘Thea! Thea!’ over and over-
Her eyes went wide and she nearly dropped the box she was
holding. Helena gave her an odd look but Thea ignored her, not wanting to let
out that she’d just had a fantasy about fucking her own brother. Instead she
dug into her food and focused on other things, like how annoyed she was that
Helena couldn’t make up her mind about… anything. She was a villain, then a
hero, then villain again, then hero again. She liked guns, then bows, then any
weapon she could get her hands on. She freaked out about being huge but liked
her tits but her legs were hairy. Thea glowered, rubbing her own hairy legs
together… that part did suck. Honestly, she was surprised Helena hadn’t begun
inching over towards her brother and begun cuddling up to him, deciding that it
was okay now to fuck him.
Thea glanced at Helena and scowled. ‘She better not dream
of it. Not while Laurel and I am here. No way I want to see those two going at
it, making out and stroking each other’s bodies and moaning in pleasure. Not unless
Laurel and I get a turn because we belong to Ollie as much as her and if Helena
think Thea let her get cock me show her me can ride Big Ollie’s cock-WHAT THE
HELL!?!’ Thea shuddered as once again the thought of fucking her own brother
danced through her head. She swallowed, once again shifting in place, only this
time she prayed no one asked her to stand up as she could feel her pussy
leaving a nice puddle of juices where she sat.
‘Mind over matter… mind over matter…’
“Okay, wish me luck,” Laurel said with a grimace,
standing up. “I get to be the lucky one to try going to the bathroom.” She
shuffled off towards the back and Thea, in order to keep her mind off Oliver
and his pleasure-inducing fuck stick focused on other things like the fact that
Laurel’s soles were thick enough to walk on broken glass without even cutting
them up or that Helena was getting up to see if they had booze in the kitchen
area or that Oliver’s chest was so broad and strong and all Thea wanted to do
was cuddle up against him because honestly they’d already fucked once why stop
now the damage was done and ‘NO! NO! NO! No fucking!’ Thea mentally screamed at
herself. ‘You are strong… very strong now… one of the strongest people in the
world now, judging by these muscles, and it is your duty to fuck and reproduce
and strength tribe and- oh, make it stop!’
Thea clutched her head, the images growing stronger with
every second. Her skin felt hot and her pussy ached and her nipples were
rubbing against the blanket and she needed to fuck and she could feel Big Thea
wanting out, clawing at her chest, demanding to be released and Oliver was
beside her holding her as she shook-
“Thea! Thea! Snap out of it!”