The Avengers get FARM familiar

“No… This won’t do at all.” Sighed Jen, turning and posing in front of a mirror and looking more upset at her reflection by the second. After her morning coffee, Jen had returned to her personal quarters in the mansion and tried to the best of her ability to find something that she could wear that wasn’t a pair of bed sheets she wrapped around herself to stay decent. And after 30 minutes of rummaging through her baggiest clothing, the sensational She-Hulk posed in front of her full-length mirror after finally finding something that actually fit.

A pair of bedsheets…

Striking a pose, Jen found that all the changes had altered her body in ways of which she did NOT approve. A pair of pillow cases were split open to make a pair of tops for her quartet of pumpkin sized tits, The fabric nearly skin tight containing her mammaries that formed four wet spots that stained the silk and threatened to drip. The blanket she had as a skirt just barely wrapped around her waist and thunder thighs. A waist that showed off her gamma imbued abdominal muscles as rock hard as ever, and thighs that looked strong enough to crush solid concrete between them. indeed she still looked as athletic as she had ever been had she been at her angriest. She just ALSO looked like a bloated soccer mom still trying to grab hold of her club hopping glory days and failing miserably… And none of it helped that she was covered in a sheen of green fur, her feet were cloven hooves, she had a pair of horns as big as clothes hangers curled around her pointy ears, and a damned tail.

Pouting her lip and turning to pose again with a hand resting at her side and the other holding up her hair, Jen looked over her transformed body and figure and deflated instantly.

“This is awful!” Jennifer huffed, her ears tilting back in frustration as she turned to pose again. “I didn’t think I’d get a mom bod THIS early in my life. I’m too young to be a MILF. Hell, this ass could block traffic…”

“Hey mom, look!” called out one of Jennifer’s daughters from the bed. “Is this what you wore when you defended Spider-Man during that defamation case?”

Her quintet of children had by now rapidly matured to late teenagers. Two boys and three girls, they were all going over their mother’s wardrobe together and trying on some of her business and court suits which, much to their mother’s dismay, fit them all like a glove. Like mother, like daughter, three of her daughters were standing and posing with custom tailored suits worth a small mortgage worth to afford while her two sons sat on the bed wearing exercise shorts and the biggest novelty shirts she bought as a joke when she worked in New York and L.A. With one emblazoned with a shiny red apple with a bite mark in it, the other with an eyeball, a heart, and the Hollywood sign underneath.

“Sigh… No honey, I wore that suit when I debated with Matt Murdock.”

“The blind guy?” Her son asked, putting down his mother’s copy of criminal law he found on a shelf. “Isn’t he the guy who goes around beating people up at night?”

“Daredevil, right?” Her other son asked, going through another volume while his sisters went over their mother’s wardrobe.

“Yes Benny, he and your mother had a bit of a spat in the past, work related. We made up after a few drinks.” Jen shrugged, resting her hands at her sides as she stood back up to her full height.

“Aiding and abetting a known felon can have but is not limited to jailtime and monetary recompense based on the severity of the crimes of said felon…” Recited her other son Joey, actively soaking up each page from the book he read while occasionally scratching at his horns.

“That’s… That’s complicated sweety.” It kind of amazed her really. In actuality her five children were essentially hours old and yet had developed mentally as well as physically. Scratching her chin, she wondered if it was because of Wanda’s chaos magic or something else.

“We’re not going to see you go to jail, are we mom?” Asked one of her daughters, wringing her hands under her chin while wearing one of her favorite suits… The one that cost $5000 and fit her like it was made for her.

“No kids, SHIELD got involved and saw to it that we don’t get charged for our actions… Think of it as deputization with a splish-splash of special ops.”

All five of her children traded looks and muttered to themselves before they all faced their mother with confused looks.

“That… That sounds overly convoluted.”

“Welcome to American law kiddos.” Jen smirked. “If its vague enough you can argue it for decades.”

“Isn’t SHIELD on the hook for being a HYDRA mole?”

“What about when they were infiltrated by the Skrulls?”

“Seems that defense is looking less concrete by the second mom…”

Frowning, Jennifer tapped her cloven foot nervously as she went over her kid’s findings. That is until she heard a knock at her bedroom door, Jen turned to find Steve poking his horned head through the doorframe, squinting as he had to duck just to enter. “Hi Jen, are you okay?” The man asked, having more success in finding something to wear than Jen did. Having gone through her cousin’s old wardrobe, the man wore a pair of trunks and a workout shirt that made Jen bite her lower lip.

“No Steve, so far my kids have shown that not only do my clothes no longer fit my girlish figure anymore, but I might be under the hook for aiding and abetting Daredevil that one time, all because of one Saturday night…” Jen huffed, crossing her arms between her four breasts and causing them to wobble. “And it was just a quickie too…”

Making a face of confusion, Steve looked to his five green haired satyr children at the other side of the room wearing their mother’s clothes and going over her books. He could see that Jen was visibly distraught about it but probably not about the whole stint with Daredevil. None of the Avengers were pleased with the current situation, nor all the belt tightening they’ve had to do to keep from getting worse.

Approaching the taller, green tinted satyress, Steve rested his hands on her shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze to get her attention.

“Don’t worry Jen, I’m sure no court would charge you with any of that. We’ve all helped Daredevil, and Spider-Man, the Heroes for Hire, we even helped out Moon Knight.” Seeing her face soften and nod, Steve continued. “Besides, I think you’re doing quite well, you’ve actually done an amazing job of keeping your figure slim and athletic, most women would be jealous.”

Clasping her hands in his, Jen stared deeply into Steve’s eyes. “You really mean that?”

“Uhm… Yes?”

At that moment, Jen’s eyes narrowed, and a grin curled from her lip. Separating from Steve, Jennifer guided her kids silently out of her bedroom, causing a raucous of complaints she refused to listen to while she squeezed her teenaged kids out the door and slammed it shut behind her, leaning back against the door frame and breathing heavily.

“Jen?”

“Your honor, I’m requesting a recess to compile my notes.” She panted, visibly aroused as she sauntered over towards Captain America, idly undoing her tops and skirt. “I’m thinking 15 minutes will do… Maybe even LONGER!”

*

“I’m getting worried about Carol.” Sighed Greer. “She hasn’t stopped eating since she had her coffee.”

“You’re telling me! While I was lifting weights and reminding myself of my cold cases, I spotted Carol EATING the damned treadmill.”

Greer and Jessica, the proverbial tiger and spider of the Avengers walked shoulder to shoulder down the hallway of the mansion after having spent an hour in the gymnasium trying to work off their baby fat. For the most part, both altered women were rather pleased in the results. Both women looked leaner, more fit, despite their enlarged frames. Still **** to wear bed and pillow sheets for make-shift clothes, at the very least they no longer sported softened middles or excess bulk. Which sadly did nothing to alter their physical mutations.

Tigra looked like a horned tigress, easily 9 feet tall and built solid both from her natural abilities and the transformation, her cloven feet clopped with each step and her long feline tail flicked behind her. Jessica was no better, just as tall and larger, she was trying to sort out her six arms while she walked so they didn’t bump into each other or Greer. Looking out the window of the hallway, she spotted the hexagrammic gold-colored runes of Dr. Strange's forcefield around the mansion’s property, keeping them all there.

“I think she’s going stir crazy being cooped up in here.” Jess sighed, crossing her many arms and tilting her hip to lean against the wall.

“Well, at least Strange planned ahead, could you imagine the damage we’d cause if we were out there?”

“Yeah… Las Vegas is GONE! And I’m just grateful Steve stopped us before I packed an entire borough worth of food on this ass… HEY!” Responding to one of her hands giving her rear a mighty smack without even thinking about it, she eyed her third right hand like it had a mind of its own. “Still not going to get used to that.”

“Hey… What’s that noise?”

Quickly going down the hallway to the sound of what appeared to be heavy thumping noises, the pair turned the corner to Jen’s room where they found her door closed and her five kids dressed and pressing their ears against the door trying to listen in.

“Hey kids, what’s going on?” Asked Greer, bending at the waist to their eye level to hear what they are listening to while the thumping noise got louder.

“Hi Aunt Greer, Mom and Dad were talking and then they kicked us out.”

“Yeah… Now they’re arguing over… Municipal law?” Frowned one of the girls, the five making faces of confusion trying to make out their mother’s screaming.

“YES! YES! POUND THAT GAVEL! LET ME HEAR YOUR VERDICT!” The lot heard from behind the door.

“You think mom’s winning?”

Greer and Jessica could only breath sharply and squirm on the spot, knowing full well what was going on behind the closed door.

“Kids… Go to the kitchen and get something to drink, we’re… Uhm…”

“We’re going to aid your mother as surprise witnesses to her court hearing.” Huffed Jessica, biting her lip.

“Okay.”

Watching the five green satyrs leave out of sight, the pair of goat horned women scrambled for the door and **** their way in, slamming it shut behind them.

“OBJECTION!” Greer called out amongst the wails and moans.

“WE HAVE NEW EVIDENCE TO ADD TO THE HEARING!”

*

Amongst the horde of braying, nickering and cheering satyrs that made up the ruins of Las Vegas, none of them reacted to a blast of arcane energies encircling the perimeter of the former oasis and rise up into a dome comprised of hexagrammic runes. Save for the odd one or two who confused their imprisonment for a fireworks show.

Lowering his hooved hands down to his sides, Dr. Strange sighed after conjuring the means to contain Wanda’s growing herd. Floating back down to the ground, he found Thor waiting, along with the woman they stumbled upon who by now was on the ground fawning over Thor’s leg like a puppy begging for attention.

“It is done; with a little luck I have contained Wanda’s madness to this wasteland until we can reverse the damage.”

“Come ON big guy, let’s have some fun in the sand!” Leered Becky, licking at Thor’s leg and making him feel more uncomfortable by the second.

“No means no, horned wench!” Thor grimaced, all while gently trying to pry her off him. “Thall shall not desecrate the robes of the son of Asgard, or you shall be billed for the cleaning expenses!”

“Ooh, I like it when you play hard to get.”

Trying to shoo the fledgling satyress away from him, Thor prompted to take to the skies to join the Sorcerer Supreme who floated 10 feet off the ground. Looking out over the gold, shimmering dome that hung overhead, Thor squinted his eyes out over the herd of millions hat made up Vegas.

“How may we find and save our friends friend Strange?” Thor asked, bringing a hand over his eyes to guard against the morning son. “Tis like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Indeed…” Dr. Strange closed his eyes and looked out amongst the astral plane to see the souls of those turned into satyrs, his bestial face screwing into a frown. “Even now their identity degrades amongst the millions losing themselves to Wanda’s madness. And more are born to add to that turmoil by the minute. I fear we may never find our friends and loved ones within that…”

A buzzing of wings flew past him as he opened his eyes to spot Janet Van Dyne the size of a walnut flutter in front of him drunkenly flying about.

“HOLY SHIT ITS WASP! THOR, GET A JAR OR SOMETHING!”

Keeping their eyes on the buzzing horned bumblebee flying circles around them. The two tried their best to try and catch the diminutive hero. Reaching out, they tried to catch her in their hands, but despite her clumsy flight trajectory, the Wasp continued to elude them with every attempt. With one final gambit, the two lunged for her at the same time, resulting in the two colliding head first into each other when they thought they had her, prompting Janet to giggle and nicker overhead as she buzzed around them.

“Tee hee hee… You can’t catch ME!” Wasp tittered with a tiny voice. “I’m the uncatchable Was…”

A pair of hands clasped around wasp, containing her while she bumped back and forth within her cage of fingers.

“Got her!” Becky giggled, raising her hands over her head where Wasp continued to struggle.

“Quick girl!” Opening a small portal in front of the satyress, Dr. Strange nodded to the opening. “Toss her inside!”

Shrugging, Becky threw the Wasp into the portal, which promptly shut closed behind her once she went through. “Did I do good?”

“Yes child… You did… HEY!” Thor protested, finding Becky trying to undo his pants. “I said unhand me horned wench!”

Getting up to his cloven feet, Dr. Strange looked to the mass of horned beast men and women and gave a sigh of relief that the task was somewhat easier. But then he noticed something, the herd was moving. But where? There was nowhere to go within the barrier he had erected. Floating higher overhead to get a better vantage, the Sorcerer squinted to see better to what made him gasp in horror. He found the millions of satyrs marching their way through a swirling portal made of alien looking vines twisted into an arch the horned beings flooded through.

“By Merlin’s ghost… The portal to Krakoa!”

*

Arching her back and gripping the headboard of her bed with one hand so hard the wood splintered. Jennifer Walters wailed in delight. Her four bare breasts swaying so hard they’d sometimes smack her chin from the rough ministrations; her legs were wrapped around Steve’s waist and her hooves locked together behind him as he thrust hard into her like a jackhammer. In between hoarse grunts and moans for his efforts, Steve would occasionally have his mouth captured in the lips of Greer or Jessica, the two taking turns with Jen passionately kissing the man as he plowed She-Hulk’s fertile fields with his plow of a cock.

The bedframe had collapse LONG before either of the two satyresses had snuck their way into Jen’s room, finding Jen on her back with one of her legs over the man’s shoulder as he tried to drive as deep as he could into her all the way to the hilt. For over 30 minutes, the four traded turns, blurting out court jargon in between brays and bleats of passion and lust. Even going so far as to eat some of the pillows and bedsheets around them or sucking on each other’s breasts for mother’s milk. The result of imbibing the creamy nectar was like an adrenaline shot and aphrodisiac rolled into one.

All three horned woman had been inseminated into heavily by Steve, their pussies overflowing with his seed while he snorted and pumped into Jen one last time, finally feeling fatigued.

“AAARGH… HOW DOES… snort… HOEW DOES THE DEFENSE PLEAD?” Growled Captain America, already feeling his bowling ball sized testicles tense and twitch, ready to bust.

“AAAAAH… I SUBMIT MYSELF! SUBMIT MYSELF… TO THE FULL AUTHORITY OF THE LAW!!!”

Closing his eyes and rearing back, Steve gave off an aggressive roar that made the three shiver, followed by Jen doing the same as he flooded her insides for the third and final time. Panting, swooning and slowly detaching from one another, Steve’s 2-foot-long erection slid out of her with a deluge of thick fluids, rolling onto his back where his girth lay still at full mast over his leg. The trio of satyred women clung to him possessively, peppering his shoulders and neck with kisses and licks, fawning over the man wanting more, despite being too tired.

Pressing up against the man’s shoulder and nuzzle his muscular arm, the horned feline squirmed and blinked her eyes slowly. “So… What sparked this again?”

“Jen… Jen thought she looked fat; I told her she looked slim and athletic… For a mother of five…”

“Hmmmmmm….” Swooned Jen, pulling Steve lips to hers to kiss. “No objections here…” With her free hand, she meant to slip her fingers down her naval to feel her nethers to keep the bliss keep going, only to be a bit surprised that her muscular abdomen was now swollen and slightly rounded. “… Looks like I’m pregnant again.”

“Same…”

“Me too…”

Sitting up to look down at the trio, the three sat up, each of them taking up spots to crowd his lap and lick at his erection. Keeping him hard and cleaning him off in between sharing kisses with each other.

“Heh… Guess we got carried away, sorry ladies.” Steve shrugged, nearly having his eyes go crossed when Jessica slurped at the head of his cock.

“I don’t mind. I’d LIKE to bear more of your children.” Swooned Spider-Woman, sitting up and flipping her hair while her six hands felt up her expanding figure. “As many as I can bear…”

“What?” He blinked, rather surprised.

“I’m yours Steve… We ALL are.” Husked Jen, leaning down to suck on the surface of one of his balls and making him grip at the bed sheets with a hiss. Sitting up, she traded an affectionate kiss with Tigra beside her, the pair giving Steve a lustful look before pulling away with their tongues still touching. “We’re not human anymore, but thanks to you, we’re not animals either.”

“But we sure as hell have animal appetites!” Smirked Tigra, nuzzling Jen’s neck and kissing down her green furred cleavage.

Steve laid back down to process that declaration from his three friends now turned lovers. They didn’t want to stop; they actually wanted to give birth to MORE of his kids. What would happen if they kept having kids? The mansion would get overcrowded in a week. They’d be pressed back-to-back and shoulder to shoulder in no time. Deep down there was a strange… Hunger for that. A primal, animalistic need to indulge, to eat to screw without consequence. If not for his army training and his enhanced sense of will power, he’d be this rutting bull, losing track of how many children he’d sire from all the women he’d mate with. For now he had control… Now that he had blown off a LOT of steam.

Looking down at the three still worshipping his erection, he squinted his eyes, blinking when he thought he saw a flash of like a portal opening behind them all and… A bumblebee flew through?”

“What the heck is that?”

Pausing in their affection, the others noticed the buzzing in the room and looked up to see the bumblebee flying slow circles around the ceiling over their horned heads. Making a face of confusion, Jen tilted her head.

“The heck did that get in here?”

“Did someone leave a window open?”

“Open to where? We’re sealed off from the rest of the city.”

Squinting her eyes at the fat little insect, Tigra tilted her head and blinked. “It almost likes like…”

A quick flash of light from the insect caught everyone off guard when it grew impossibly huge and landed right on top of Steve, her thighs straddling his waist and sheathing herself right on top of Cap’s erection. Keening out in ecstasy and feeling herself up with her four hands, that now 12-foot-tall satyr Wasp looked down at Steve with lust drunk mania and licked her lips. Compared to the others she dwarfed her friends. Both in height, girth, and bulk. Easily a couple of tons in weight, the ruined bedframe creaked under her and Steve’s mass. A pair of flicking antennae twitched between her curved horns and her diaphanous wings buzzed with each stimulation when she squeezed her inner muscles to grip at Captain America’s cock.

“HERE’S JANEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“JANET?!” Gasped Jessica, as did everyone else who could only sit stunned while the larger satyr grabbed hold of Steve’s hands and bring them to her enormous tits.

“Ooh! What a hunk of a man you are Stevie-poo! This queen bee is hungry… How about we make some honey!”

“Ja…” Steve barely got a word in when one of her hands grabbed hold of one of his horns and pulled him up for a kiss that had her tongue invade his mouth with such ferocity he swore he saw stars… And got a tonsillectomy. “Pulled away and gasping for air, he almost lost another chance to speak when he was shoved against one of her dripping tits and **** to take a drink.

“MORE! MOAR! MOAAAAAAARRRRRRR…” Snarled Janet, tossing her hair and grinding against the man beneath her. Completely wanton and unhinged in her sexual hunger.

Finally regaining their wits, the others tried to intervene, if not to calm their friend down then certainly to save Steve’s life.

“Janet! Snap out of it, you’re going insane.” Jessica pleaded, gripping one of Janet’s arms with all her might. Jennifer did the same with her other arm, using her strength to try and pull the insect satyress off their friend.

“You’re going to suffocate him Janet! Get off him.”

“BITCH! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!”

Their only reply from their maddened friend was something akin to a bear’s growl as she suddenly began to expand, growing larger by the second and causing the wood frame to splinter.

“Come on, come ON. THINK!” Hissed She-Hulk, looking to the others failing to contain the Wasp. “How did WE get in control?”

Her eyes shifting in thought, Greer suddenly had an epiphany, crawling up the giant wasp satyress to whisper into her pointed ear. “Oh Janet… You want to know what REALLY gets our Stevie off?”

Snorting and growling while still grinding away at the man trapped underneath her, Wasp gave her friend a side-eyed glance.

“He gets really hard and ready when you talk dirty to him. And the dirtiest talk…” She leaned in closer to whisper. “Is telling him how you won last year’s fashion prize.”

Snorting with a chuckle, Wasp brought up a free hand and started checking off with each finger. “First… I made a dress for summer wear… Purple with gold trim with a cross stitch of gold embroidery at the hem and lace. It… It… Gave it the look of a flower bed.” She panted, her eyes looking like they were gaining focus.

“Yes. YES! And did you do one for summer and autumn wear?” Jen asked, trying to look down at Steve holding on for dear life and gasping for air when Wasp finally let go of his head.

“Triple… Triple weave fabrics for a autumn coat and jacket. Fur lining on the outside, cotton on the inside… With… With a silk lining interior for comfort.” By now her tone was more direct, driven, like she was coming out of a haze as she now used all four of her hands to go over her personally designed dresses and the reviews they got. “For summer I made a series of trunks and shirts for men and women that could breath in the hot and humid conditions and were water proof. And the best part was I used fabric I got patented off the Richards family with a co-sign for mass production because not only did it keep you cool and dry, it blocked UV rays and prevented tan lines. The one judge wanted to sign my check personally so he could get my designs for mass production… I told him to piss off because THIS wasp wasn’t for… ACK!”

Clutching at her head and wincing as if she were struck with brain freeze, the Wasp instantly shrunk down to a more manageable size as she sat up and looked around. Finding her surroundings unfamiliar for just a few seconds.

“Sale… Why the hell am I in Jen’s room? The hell happened to the bed. Steve? Is that YOU?” Looking down at her current state and blushing a hot pink to her cheeks, all four of her hands tried to cover what they could between the slopes of her four breasts to the swollen dome of her belly to the globes of her ass. “THE HELL AM I NAKED?!”

Collapsing on the bed and too exhausted to get up, the others panted and smiled. “Welcome back Jan, girl do we have a story for you.” Looking down at Steve, Jen rolled onto her side and checked the satyr over. “You okay Stevie?”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs…”

“He’s fine.” Panted Jessica, rolling onto her back on the floor.

“hey… I think I remember now…” Janet said, tapping a finger to the side of her horned skull and dismounted Cap, ignoring his sigh of relief as his erection sprung out of her. “I… OH SHIT! OH SHIT!!!”

“What is it Jan?”

All four of her hands went to her cheeks as the memories flooded her mind in full clarity. “Wanda’s not in Vegas anymore…”

“What?” Asked Steve, sitting up. “Where is she now?”

*

Krakoa…

The portal, made from the native vines and plant life of the mutant nation island swirled and bubbled with intensity as something made its way through. The first to wander through was an obese satyr staggering out drunkenly and smirking as he made his way out, followed swiftly by dozens more who flooded out the portal … Or what was left of it.

Already the buildings that made up the self-made utopia of mutant kind had been stripped down to mortar and girders that stuck out like the bones of a freshly consumed meal, and all around the deconstructed buildings literally being eaten down to their foundations were hundreds of horned goat people either partying in the center of the island or fornicating out in the open or in the shrubbery and trees.

The flow of satyrs entering Krakoa paused only briefly until a pair of red furred arms reached out to grip the portal’s edges and pulled. Breaking the wake of the portal’s surface, the Scarlet Satyress pulled herself through, her massive horns reaching the sky as her face became visible, breathing in the tropical air and exhaling as she squeezed herself through the portal. Her four recliner sized tits heaving with her efforts, spurting milk everywhere and causing plant life to bloom instantly where it all landed. With a heavy clop of her cloven foot she managed to free herself of the portal and stand to her 15-foot height. She towered over the portal and everyone there who cheered her on after she stretched her arms over her horned head and stepped aside for her consorts to join her.

Buck was the next to squeeze himself through the narrow space, wheezing and frowning until he had pulled himself free and stomped over to press up beside his mate and herd ruler. The two smiled, sharing a languid kiss while her hand snaked out and grabbed his meter long erection to grope and fondle. Behind the toxic couple, their harem of whorish compatriots joined them. Consuela, Shiori, Maxine, Deandra, over a dozen elephant sized goat women pressed up against and behind their masters, alongside Tony and Natasha who clung to each other like a drunken party couple while more and more satyrs invaded the island.

“HEY GIRLFRIEND!” Cheered out Dazzler with her hand over her horned head. Completely naked and bloated with kids, her couch sized belly jolted and formed bumps on its blonde furred surface when she waddled up to press up against her mistress. “WELCOME TO KRACKY-KOA!”

Breaking the kiss and pressing her own pregnant middle against the satyress, Wanda dwarfed Alison three times over, their skin rubbing against each other sensually as Wanda purred with delight, her eyes half-lidded licking her lips.

“You have done well my herd sister…” Wanda husked, her voice deep and velvety. “Through zis Eden we shall spread paradise to zhe entire vorld!”

Raising her arms over her head, Wanda gave a deep and whorish moan that echoed across the island swarming with satyrs, all of them sharing in her bray of lust as their eyes glowed red. Buck pulled in Wanda for another kiss while the others fawned over the pair making their way down the cracked steps towards the city ruins.

“Welcome to Margaritaville doll face.” Buck chuckled, seeing all of mutant kind all turned into satyrs cheered, hooted and Hollard in between feeding and fornicating around him.

Amanda ran ahead of them as best she could with her size and bulk, cheering as she glommed over the chrome furred body of Colossus and stole a kiss, cheering out when she pulled away.

“Let’s get SHITFACED!!!”