Looking up from his prone state, Hank
found Natasha straddling him in bed with his morning wood deeply buried inside
her pussy, her inner muscles coaxing him harder now that he was awake. Snapping
his attention to the sleeping Hope and back at the smirking Spider Beast on top
of him, Hank tried to pull her off of him when she gave off a low guttural moan
that threatened to wake up the furry woman sleeping on her side, idly rubbing
her swollen belly. Looking up to find Natasha smirking back devilishly at him,
her upper arms tossed her red hair while her lower four occupied themselves
rubbing her own pregnant belly or guiding his hand to her wide hips. “Make this
quick and she won’t even know I was here.” She whispered, already gyrating her
hips to coax him into thrusting back.
Stuck between waking up Hope and being
Natasha’s plaything, Hank gripped at the Blue Widow’s broad highs and began to
buck his hips. Biting her fanged lip, Natasha stifled her moans riding out their
ministrations. Bringing one of his hands up to heft the weight of one of her
breasts, Natasha lolled her head and purred when he squeezed the pliant orb, eliciting
a creaming fluid to spurt and dribble down from her stiff nipple.
Not too long after, the two of them
went tense, shivering as a silent orgasm crashed through her, Natasha slumped
heavily on top of Hank, who groaned out his own release. Feeling her bring his
hand to the slope of her round belly, Natasha smiled when Beast perked at the
inner kicking from within.
“Hawkeye’s kids… They’re pretty rambunctious,
aren’t they?” Direction his hand to three spots, her smile grew wider. “Once
they’re born… I’m having yours.” Pulling free of his renewed erection with a
slurp, Natasha spun and walked out the door, her wide hips grazing the door as
she ducked out to leave, looking over her shoulder with a wink.
Groaning again and too tired to get up,
Beast turned his attention to his left when Hope sat up and stretched,
scratching her thigh and rolling over, revealing a pregnant belly of her own. “Morning
sleepy heat, time to wake up.” Smiling warmly, her attention fell on the foot
and a half long erection stood full and hard in front of her, licking her lips,
she purred as she grabbed the length in her grip. “Ooh, is this for me?” Not
giving Beast time to answer, she leaned in to suck him off. Moaning in
exhaustion, Hank found himself unable to find the strength to pull away as Hope
had her way with him.
*
In the medical clinic of the building,
Ant Man wore a blanket around his waist while mixing chemicals together in test
tubes, turning to look across the lab to the entrance, he spotted Hank McCoy
stagger in wearing a loin cloth of sweaters to keep his dignity while moving up
sleepily to join the four armed beast at the table.
“Morning, been trying to find a cure.”
“Good luck, I’ve tried for years, all I’ve
managed is to get hairier.” Yawned Hank, dark circles under his eyes after
being taken twice in one morning.
“Well its either this or do what the
other guys are doing.”
“What are they doing?” Looking up as
specs of plaster rained from the ceiling, Hank groaned, the soreness in his
crotch fresh in his mind. “Oh… “
Yawning himself, Ant Man stood up and
scratched his side, giving his notes to the tired Beast before turning to
leave. “Go ahead and see what comes up… I’m heading to the washroom.”
Stomping heavily out into the hallways,
it didn’t go unnoticed that his arms brushed against the walls and his head
nearly brushed the ceiling… In a hall way 10 feet by 10 feet. They were getting
bigger, taller, heavier… Hearing She-Hulk moan out in agony, Ant-Man didn’t
need to be in the same room to know she was currently giving birth, her wails
sounding more like some angry bear than a massive oversized, overweight
pregnant woman. Hearing a wall come down in her rage, Ant Man shrugged his
shoulders. Actually, he took that all back, she sounded about right.
Walking past the shared room between
him and Wasp, Ant Man peaked inside to find Wasp nursing her triplets, a content
look on her face before she looked up to see him and pout a frown, turning her
head away.
“Hey sweaty… Feeling better?”
“I’m not talking to you…”
Sighing, Ant Man continued down his way
while his wife glared back at the empty doorway. “Stupid husband, this is all
his fault! He just had to get me knocked up, him and that beer belly, those
rough hands… That baseball bat of a cock…” Pursing her lips, Wasp began to squirm on the
spot, remembering that wild night that led to her being a mother of three.
Gently setting her kids down to sleep in a pile of blankets, Wasp got up to her
feet and sashayed out the door, a sudden craving for Ant Man as she followed
him silently down the halls.