Getting fat with the PHAT beat!

Left behind in all the chaos after Wanda started exuding raw chaotic energies into the hundreds of turned people at the rave, the remaining Avengers clutched at their heads as they felt their heart beats booming in their ears. T’Chala had staggered back, feeling dizzy from the wafting scents of hundreds of satyrs nearby giving off pheromones more potent than the most concentrated aphrodisiacs. The intense musk of it all, it was enough that his eyes began to water and the need to pry his mask off to breath overwhelming. But he knew the instant he would, the matter would be grave for him.

"Tony Stark! Are you still there?" The Black Panther called out, his head throbbing from all the noise and thrumming beat around him.

The response he got back were dozens of satyrs braying out in laughter or playfully repeating his words while they continued to dance to the sound of the beat still booming over the stereos. The thrum of sound was being carried out by Wanda's magics as the satyrs grew and changed more rapidly. Before his blurry eyes he spotted a couple swelling to over twice their size, sprouting horns and tails as they grew larger and bulkier, bursting out of their clothes.

And they weren't even part of the rave!

"TONY STARK?"

"HERE! Right here!" He heard the man call out, his metal clad hand sticking out from behind a group of dancing goat people. Squirming his way through them, Iron Man stumbled into the clearing where the Black Panther stood, the gold and red luster of his armor slick with substances T'Chala didn't want to know the source of. "This is insane, it's like she's become an amplifier."

"Indeed, even those not in the celebration are being effected. We must stop this insanity NOW or all of Las Vegas will be consumed."

Looking over to a satyr bull prying a mailbox off its moorings, the horned beast-man grinned drunkenly before opening his mouth wide and taking a bite out of the metal box with the same ease as eating a sandwich.

"You meant that figuratively... Right?"

Grimacing behind the mask, T’Chala looked around the blaring lights and near deafening sounds to see where the others were. Not finding any of them in the crowd of beasts that blocked his sight of the streets or the rave as a whole.

"Do you see any of our other friends?"

"Only the ones who got away, haven't seen Wasp or..."

Feeling someone large press up against his side, Tony's eyes went wide when his visor was completely obscured by a pair of lips that blocked his vision. Once the lips pulled away, Tony got the shock of his life to find Natasha pressed up against him. Her black latex suit looked painted on her growing figure as it creaked with every movement. The collar around her neck had given way and the zipper had been **** down to give her suit a growing v-cut to free her expanding cleavage. Her red hair looked longer, wild, and unkempt and much to Tony's worry, her ears looked longer and pointed to boot. But what REALLY scared him was the hungry look in her eyes.

"Oh, HI Tony... Wanna be a fun time in a can? Or do you want to slip out for some real fun?" The former assassin tittered like some drunken bimbo.

His visor scrambled again with warning captions and alarms when she pulled in close and licked the face plate of his helmet, and if he were wrong, he swore he could feel her try to grab at his crotch through the cod piece. "Hmm, I hope your suit has a vibrator setting."

"T'CHALA! I NEED AN ADULT! INEED AN ADULT!!!"

Quickly pulling the Black Widow off of Iron Man, T'Chala winced as he felt his body surge, his muscles throbbing as he grew slightly larger. He felt itchy all over and the groin of his paints grew tighter by the second. He had no doubt what was happening to Natasha was happening to him too.

"Natasha, you must get control over yourself, Wanda is exuding her corruption throughout the city. We must find her and..."

"Oh, HI T'Chala." Giggled the red-haired woman as she pressed up against the Black Panther almost drunkenly. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and trying to bring his masked face close for a kiss. Resisting her intimacy, T’Chala could see a sheen of red fur crept up her neck and chest as she grew larger, the seams of her suit threatening to pop as she nearly doubled in weight. "I always thought you'd be a REAL pussycat in bed. Wanna find out?"

The Black Panther could only wince as he felt his erection strain against his suit, as did the rest of his body. Not helped by the woman grinding up against him. An ache could be felt in his skull that was getting harder and harder to ignore as he stepped back and clutched at his masked head. It felt like he was ****, all his senses had been heightened, numbed, and overstimulated all at once. It was no wonder Natasha was acting this way, if not for his martial discipline he'd be lost in the sea of furry bodies all around them acting just as ridiculous.

"Natasha" He let his voice rise, pulling the woman off him, and shaking Natasha's shoulders to try and snap her out of it. "Where is the Wasp?"

"Wha... What?" Natasha slurred, her eyes clearing as she winced at how the man had distracted her enough to focus. That and the tightness of her clothes felt painful. "What about Wasp?"

"EEEEK! There's something in my suit!"

Seeing Iron Man scramble and shift his mechanical gloves back and forth from his stomach up his chest and down to his waist, the man acted like he was trying to catch a mouse... Or something smaller.

"T'Chala…?" Asked the Black Widow, pulling away from the man and looking around with tired eyes but slowly coming back, Natasha blinked and caught herself before she lost her balance. Fanning herself and clutching at the front of the suit to keep it closed. "I feel like I'm boiling out here, is this a fever?"

"No Natasha. It is MUCH worse than that. You... WE are being influenced by the Scarlet Witch; we must find a way to escape this before it gets worse!"

Closing her eyes and nodding her head, Natasha rolled her shoulder and squirmed. Everything felt so tight, so constrictive. Looking around she saw the rave for what it had now become, the place looked like a cattle ranch with club music booming in the streets. Beast men and women that used to be people towered over her almost twice over and five times across. Their dancing in the streets made the ground quake with their combined mass and their hooves clop on the concrete. She almost felt like joining them, getting lost in the moment before T'Chala shook her shoulders again.

"We... We got to get out of here!"

Nodding back to the woman, T'Chala pulled the squirming Iron Man with him and made to leave when found his exit was blocked by a pair of massive satyresses so large, T'Chala was **** to crane his neck just to see over the slopes of the two sets of breasts that loomed over his head.

Looking down at the three Avengers, Consuela and Deandra purred and swooned.

"Hmm... What have we here, herd sister?"

"Ratoncitos tan lindos!" Purred Consuela, idly scratching an itch at the abyss of her cleavage. "Maybe we have fun with them, yes?"

"I like fun."

Backing away, T’Chala tried to look for an exit, his eyes narrowing when he found the space diminishing as the crowd around him grew. At that moment, Tony cried out and fell on his back while the front of his armor burst open with shards of metal tumbling away in every direction. Straddling his waist and smiling impishly, Janet Van Dyne cheered as she looked over her shoulder to her friends.

"Looks like I got first dibs with Tony!"

Janet Van Dyne had regrown to her normal size, after having shrunk down to the size of an atom and flown inside Iron Man’s suit. That was how Tony didn’t hear any alert of a foreign agent infiltrating his high-tech security system before she triggered the Pym Particles that allowed her to regrow to her normal, petite form. Yet, the horny harlot that now mounting the shocked Tony Stark on the Las Vegas streets was anything but petite anymore.

She was noticeably taller and had filled out from her formally athletic yet slim frame to something curvaceous and full bodied. Her hips, breasts and ass had all grown considerably meatier, giving her a far-more curvaceous hourglass look. Her black and gold suit looked downright painted on her exaggerated form. Creaking and groaning every time she moved or squirmed, Janet gnashed her teeth together forcibly for a moment and ran her hands up and down her new curves, half in discomfort at how tight her clothes were, the other half at how amazing it felt in her new warping mindset to have actual curves. Her short brunette pixie cut had also grown and had taken on a thicker, wilder look, just like the overwhelmed Black Widow who stared down at her friend in shock and arousal. And like Natasha Romanov, her ears rose out of her curled mop of hair into twin points. Unlike Natasha Romanov, however, Janet had a lewd, wild smile on her face as she looked down at the bewildered Tony Stark beneath her.

“How about it, Tony?” Janet husked out, “You were always such a ladies man before Pepper finally put a stop to all of that. Wanna fall back on old habits?”

In an instant, he felt a surge run through his body, and a wave of dizziness overtook his alert mind that overwhelmed him for a moment. His mouth hung open in a stupefied look when another jolt to his body caused him to groan out. He felt his body change out in the open, pheromone-rich air of what had become of Las Vegas. He felt his muscles throb and grow, as he gained more and more mass and height. The genius-level intellect of the great Tony Stark was washed away momentarily, and in its place, was left with a yearning for only its basic desires. As The Avengers continues to grow and change, another wave ran through his body, and this time it centered at his elongated cock, locked in the prison of his jumpsuit, which was barely holding itself together with his ever-increasing girth.

Squinting and rolling his shoulders, Tony barely registered his suit complain of hull compromises when plating from the suit broke off, the exo-frame no longer able to fit or contain him as his body expanded. The stomach plates coming off in bent pieces while his foot thrusters creaked and sputtered when cloven feet jutted out of the boots.. The final insult to injury is when with a braying grunt, the groin plate popped off like a bottle cap to finally free his foot and a half long throbbing cock to the night air. And the crotch plate landed a block away to hit some poor pedestrian square between the eyes.

“WE HAVE LIFT OFF! WOOOOOOOOOOT!”

The heroine had matched Tony’s transformation into a satyr with every phase. With a loud, guttural goat-like snarl, she ripped her Wasp suit off her ever-growing form like it was tissue paper. The second she did, she nickered in utter joy as a second pair of breasts grew under her original ones. Now free of their confines, they swelled round and heavier to match her original pair. They even pushed her original pair up to enhance her cleavage. Looking at the now ultra-voluptuous satyr woman, one would never know she was once such a tiny little beanpole. More and more animalistic noises were coming from Janet’s mouth as a fine layer of dark-brown hair began to run up her expanding figure, making her shiver as it continued to spread across her curvy frame. She bleated out as her feet transformed into cloven hooves, and two gnarled horns had popped out of the top of her forehead. Their points quickly curling around her pointy ears.

Rolling her fluttering eyes, she wiggled her rounded, fleshy ass as a tail popped out of her tailbone. That should have ended her transformation right then and there, but she was not done. Her tail seemed to inflate behind her, becoming fat and bulbous as it sat on the shelf of her rump, nearly as big as a duffle bag and ending in a sharp point where the fluff of her tail would have ended. Becoming a true wasp’s stinger!

Twin diaphanous wings grew out of her back and buzzed behind her, reminiscent of the artificial wings of her suit. Raising her arms over her head, Janet squirmed as a new pair of growths developed from her sides, a second pair of arms grew out and reached around herself to hug under her chest and caress her hips and thighs while her upper hands felt up her new horns and down her neck. Finally a pair of antennae completed her striking appearance when they came shooting of her scalp between her horns.

The Black Widow looked on in utter horror as Janet Van Dyne, her long-time friend thrust her naked chest out, exposing her quadruple breasts with diamond-hard nipples pointing out to the crisp, cool air, and bleated out like a goat in heat.

“Janet! Tony! We…. we…. must…” Natasha gasped out, but her voice was barely above a whisper. She was just so overcome with what was happening around her.

“WIDOW!”

Hearing her name, the Black Widow whipped her head around just in time to see T’Chala be dragged off into the rutting rave-like orgy by two enormous satyr giantesses. The woman frozen in place unable to tell herself what to do in the moment. Turning back to Janet and Tony, she saw Janet bend down and come face to face with her new lover, who had burst out of his armor while she had looked away. The flight suit Tony was wearing underneath his armor was now shredded to ribbons.

“I told you he wasn’t naked under there!” came the deep, guttural voice of a random satyr fucking one of the cheerleaders from Deandra’s team from behind. Another nearby satyr just shook his head, and smiled, before he continued to titty-fuck a random satyress with some of the biggest tits anyone had ever seen.

Natasha tried to get Janet and Tony’s attention, lurching forward as a wave of dark, orgasmic sensations shot through her own mind and body. She could feel her body swell and grow again, her clothes constricting her more as her thighs and hips grew wider, her breasts growing massive and pulling her suit wide open. She reached out, just as Tony bleated out a very goat-like roar as his helmet, the only thing that would help anyone tell the great Tony Stark from any other random satyr in the crowd surrounding them, finally popped off his head. Two great big goat-horns had sprouted from his scalp and were wrapping around his pointy ears.

He looked around with wide, astonished eyes at what was going on around him for a moment, when he looked up at the figure above him in the bright Las Vegas sun. His vision was blurred for a moment, thanks to the thick fog of pheromones impacting everyone around Tony and Janet, but when things finally cleared, he looked up at the bizarre looking, four-armed goat woman before him that wore the face of his longtime teammate, Janet Van Dyne. Except goat women didn’t normally have insect-like antennae or clear wings protruding out of their backs.

“Did I die?” Tony asked, lazily, looking around at the chaos going on around him. “I mean if this is hell…. or Narnia for that matter…. things have really gone to shit.”

“You’re very much alive, Tony. Allow me to prove it to you,” Janet husked, and instantly lowered her larger body down so her head was mere inches away from his still rock-hard cock. She gently grabbed the base of his mammoth member and slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft before she kissed the bulbous head on top. She tasted a salty drop of pre-cum, as Tony’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his hands gripped at the concrete beneath him in a **** grip.

Natasha watched on, unable to say anything. She felt the changes coming on more and more, faster. She shrieked out a cry of searing pain that quickly morphed into a very-goat like bleat as her hands flew to her forehead. To the Black Widow’s horror, she felt something moving beneath her skin! Her mind had grown cloudy, but she knew enough that was where the goat horns had shot out of Janet and Tony’s foreheads. Panic surged through Natasha, and she didn’t know what to do.

She wanted to run, to get away from all of this out of a sense of danger. But the magic, the chaos of it, it was everywhere. In an instant, she felt movement behind her. Two pairs of enormous naked tits pressed up against the back of her head and strong arms covered in scarlet-colored fur wrapped around her body and held her firmly in place.

“Do not fight it, sister,” purred a deep, feminine voice with a thick European accent. Natasha barely recognized the voice, as she felt the figure behind her hug her close between her four watermelon-sized tits that enveloped her head and blocked out all but the scene playing out in front of her. “You vill know infinite pleasure soon. Let me show you!”

A hazy scarlet-hued glow behind her made Natasha gasp as a portal opened up, and in an instant, her mysterious captor dragged the Black Widow backwards through it. In that instant, they were both gone, leaving the transformed Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne to fuck like the animals they had become. Laughing and nickering as the cornucopia of hedonism played out all around them on the Las Vegas streets.

*

Finding herself in some derelict building on the Vegas Strip, Natasha blinked and looked around. It was dark and dank, making finding her bearings even more difficult as the haze going through her mind had only gotten thicker. Turning around, she was grabbed by the shoulders and her face shoved right back into the space between four massive tits that threatened to smother her. Pressing her hands against the soft, furry surfaces of her prison, and struggling against the four fleshy masses to no avail. Natasha tried to scream but her voice was muffled silent.

"Mmm… You are MINE now little sister..." Husked Wanda, her eyes narrowing with a dark smile down at her friend. Feeling up Black Widow’s body, she could tell the changes were already taking root; her figure was expanding, her humanity slipping away by the second as a sheen of fur crept up her neck and the sleeves of her catsuit. "Yes, soon ve vill be MORE than just sisters."

"Aww, man!" Complained Buck, looking around the room with slumped shoulders. "And we were just having fun too!"

Chuckling at her lover's dismay from being separated from the debauchery they caused; Wanda continued to keep Natasha close as she nodded over to the satyr.

"Ve will MAKE fun for ourselves my love. This whole world shall be our festival grounds, now and forever... And this little one is the key to that."

Pulling Natasha out of the void of her cleavage, Wanda let the woman stand on her feet while she and Buck cornered her. She felt so hot, so constricted. Her suit felt like it was trying to suffocate her. Looking up at the towering goat man and woman pinning her there, Natasha eyes cleared up enough to see who it was.

“Wanda!”

“YES my sister, I am the Scarlet Satyress.” Wanda replied in a thick European accent.

“Wanda you’ve got to stop this, the city is going straight to hell, if this keeps up the city will be in chaos!”

The tall female goat creature nickered at the accusation, stomping her cloven foot, and snorting with her hands at her sides. “Vhat YOU call chaos I call freedom! I have set these people free, free from zheir duties, their problems, zheir humanity!”

Feeling up her outrageous curves and biting her lower lip, Wanda shivered at the micro-orgasm she gave herself. “Could you image zhe country like this Natasha, the WORLD? To live in such an Eden again?”

“You… You’re INSANE!” Natasha could only gasp at her friend’s proclamation and mewl that her figure was ballooning up before her eyes, her chest pushing out and demanding more space until her tits flopped free of her suit and thrust out to the cool night air. The Black Widow hissed as she felt the back of her pants split open, no longer able to contain her growing derriere. Underneath, her red furred rump was exposed to the cool air, a fluffy tail breaking free to wriggle and wag back and forth now that it could. “N-no! My ass…”

Buck could only chuckle at that. "Come on babe, don't you know guys like chicks with a fat ass?"

Trying her best to cover herself as the changes continued, she failed miserably, her hands ill equipment to contain the now melon sized breasts growing from her chest, or the meaty backside causing her pants to rip open at the seams. “I… I… I must fight this.”

Feeling a hand grab her chin, Natasha was **** to look up with lust laden eyes up at Wanda who hefted one of her dripping tits and shove it into the Russian woman’s mouth.

“You are so small my ‘little’ sister. You have SO much growing to do.”

Warm mother’s milk poured down Natasha’s threat, causing her to swallow on reflex. The moment she got a taste of the sweet nectar, she grabbed hold of Wanda’s breast all on her own volition and drank. The growth she tried to fight now sped up in earnest. Her clothing ripping apart as she grew taller, larger, meatier. Scraps of her costume fell in taters as fiery red fur spread across her entire body. Her feet burst out of her shoes, becoming cloven hooves. Pulling away briefly to breath, Natasha cried out when a pair of horns finally burst free from her scalp and a second pair of breasts grew out from underneath her original. But still she thirsts, going back for more and drinking greedily.

By now she had grown to be almost as tall as Wanda, and very nearly as full figured. She had to bend at the waist to drink more, making her backside even more inviting as she wagged her tail in delight. She barely registered Buck snort like a bull and grab hold of her now 4-foot-wide hips to line up his massive cock and thrust into her all the way to the hilt in one go, making Natasha cry out and squeeze her inner muscles on instinct.

“Awww FUCK your tight!” Snorted Buck, grunting as he began to thrust hard and fierce. Scrapping his cloven feet on the floor while his balls slapped against Natasha’s thighs.

“F-f-f-fuuuuuuck…” Slurred Natasha, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, biting her lip, and clutching to Wanda for support. She barely resisted when the Scarlet Satyress pulled her up for an open mouth kiss.

“Join us Natasha… Join my herd, and you will know pleasures like no other. I vill free you from your human restraints, and you vill bear many to make the herd grow.”

“B-b—but… I ah… I’m BARREN!” Lamented Natasha, completely overwhelmed by Buck’s powerful thrusts.

“Are you now?” Lowering her hand to Natasha’s softened belly, Wanda whispered an incantation, one that drew red glyphs onto Natasha’s stomach, just as Buck reached his peak and reared back to roar in release, flooding Natasha’s womb and making the new satyress nicker and cry out her own orgasm. At that moment, the sound of tension and bloat filled her pointed ears as her belly began to expand, growing heavy as it filled up and out.

Natasha didn’t know what was going on, and Buck thrusting into her again didn’t help in keeping her train of thought. Her four breasts soon grew heavy too, sloshing with each rough motion over the solid dome of her belly. Then she felt it, a swift jolt of movement inside her, followed by more, growing in activity as she was mounted from behind. Wanda’s hand soon rubbed over and explored the now almost spherical surface of Natasha’s womb and purred.

"Oh, quintuplets, how VERY fortuitous of you Natasha, and soon you can have another litter, and another, and another..."

Natasha was beside herself with shock and equal amounts arousal and delight. She could FEEL them. Five growing lives rapidly gestating inside of her. She wanted them. Wanted MORE of them. To have all four of her tits occupied with hungry mouths with a belly always full of kids while a flock of satyr kids followed her wherever she went. Her eyes rolled back again; a gurgle of lust escape her lips at the carnal daydream.

"Join us my sister... You have been barren as a puny human for so long. But as a satyress? You can grow large, and mighty... and fertile. Yes. You've wanted children for years; I could sense it! What if I tell you, you can now have dozens? Hundreds?.... Thousands?"

"Muh... MUH... MORE! I vant more! I vant to be big, breeding heifer! I vill never be puny Natasha ever againsk. I am of herd now." Natasha declared in her native Russian accent. Leaning back, she pulled Back’s hairy chin close and gave him a salacious kiss. "Gives me more my virile Bull, plow my fields until I yam overburdened."

"You had me at 'give' toots!"

*

Laying on his back and wincing with effort, T'Chala found himself trapped. He could feel his body changing by the minute, his muscles gorging with inhuman strength. His boots had slipped off like ill fitting socks to make room for clomping cloven feet. He was growing taller, larger. He could already feel his once flat abdominal muscles grow soft into a paunch while his muscles grew and hardened. Hissing from the effort, his mask pulled itself free when his horns sprouted from his brow and curled around his pointed ears.

But what really caught his undivided attention was the satyress riding his expanding cock like a bucking cowgirl. The large and voluptuous satyress wailing and tossing her hair over her horns, gleefully letting her pumpkin sized tits sway and wobble hypnotically. Her gyrations and grinding so wild, T’Chala had **** but to grasp at her meaty thighs for leverage and support as he throbbed and thrust deeper into her folds.

“Yes! YES! MORE! Oh, no WONDER you’re king where you are.” Laughed Deandra, hefting one of her breasts to lick at her nipple with an extended tongue. She and Consuella had been taking turns with the Black Panther, keeping him overwhelmed and in the process changing him further.

“My turn next sister…” The other dark furred satyress purred, laying on her side after she had already rode T’Chala to climax, but not to satisfaction. No, satisfaction was now a far-reaching distance, ever since becoming satyrs, the two could reach newer, grater plateaus of pleasure. But they always wanted more. “Hmmm… No puedo esperar para darle herederos reales.”

Crying out with a nicker, T’Chala cam hard from the goat woman’s proclamation, filling the satyress riding him until her belly visibly swelled rounder. The satyress shivering as she slunk down panting and slipped off of the Black Panther. His beer can thick cock slipping out of her and throbbing hard again, his balls visibly expanding to the size of grapefruits underneath. Looking to his right, he could see Wasp and Iron Man had already been taken by the corruption. The two tangled in each other as they slowly rolled into the writhing orgy all around them all.

He had to get out of here.

“My turn now herd sister.”

“No! I WANT another turn with the king of cock over here.”

“Pequeña codiciosa...”

Quickly getting up and feeling disorientation from his new lumbering size T’Chala took the opportunity to make his escape. Pointing out behind the two satyresses, the Black Panther cried out. “LOOK! ELEPHANT!”

Both satyresses turned to look behind them, excitement in their eyes.

"Where? I don't see it." Deandra darted her horned head one direction to another, trying to spot the pachyderm T’Chala was talking about.

"Que?"

"Is that it?"

"Eso no es un elefante, es una furgoneta." Shrugged Consuella.

"I don't see anything, are you sure its a..."

The moment they looked back, the Black Panther had already run away.