Wanda on the airwaves

Tangled together and paralysed in a state of near constant ecstasy, Charles Xavier, Betsy Braddock, Emma Frost, and many other mutants turned satyrs were huddled together in what one could call a pile up, frozen in place as they all stared up at the sky with their mouths open in a silent scream of bliss. Amongst all of them had their eyes glowed a fiery red.

“Beautiful sight is it not?” Purred Wanda, lounging on her size nursing her latest litter of children while her closest lovers were nearby, feeding off the heart of Krakoa.

“Son muy encantadores, mi reina.” Husked Consuela, lounging next to the Scarlet Satyress, and rubbing circles around her swollen womb while sucking on the sap of the Krakoan tree. She amongst the rest of Wanda’s initial lovers had partaken on the life sap of Krakoa itself, and each of them elevated past their boundaries to join Wanda as her harem sisters. Squirming and shifting where she laid, Consuela chuckled as she fluttered her wings behind her. Her cloven fingers tracing circles around the jolts and kicks from her belly. “Tan exigentes, incluso antes de nacer.”

“They are my conduit lover, through them they broadcast my will, my passions, my desires throughout the entire herd. Making them all an extension of ME!”

“I can FEEL you…” Swooned Amanda, clopping over to the pair on all fours like some monstrous demonic bovine of a woman before turning to lounge on her side, exposing her own bloated belly and her milk swollen tits. Opening her eyes they possessed the same red glow. “It’s like… We’re one.”

“We are… Now.” Squirming from the sensation of her children biting her nipples, Wanda closed her eyes and swooned, her heavy saurian tail snapping behind her as her new wings fluttered. “We… I… Spread to every corner of the earth now. Growing, eating, fornicating… Hmm… MULTIPLYING.”

Opening one red glowing eye and looking over Amanda’s flank, she spotted Buck mounting Shiori like a rutting bull, the two reduced to feral animals in hedonistic glee as he reared back his heavy horned brow and brayed a deep roar, flooding her womb in seed.

“Imagine it my sisters, billions added to our herd, billions freed from their pain and troubles, billions… Making billions more.”

“Nothing will… Stop… Goddess…” Consuella husked in a deep voice heavy with her accent. Making a face of discomfort as she raised her horned head and took another bite of the Krakoan root. “Talking… Hard…”

(Then do not waste the effort my sister) Smiled Wanda, her voice echoing in Consuella and Amanda’s minds empathically. (Speech is for… Humans. We are beyond them now.)

Nickering with a smile, Consuella nuzzled and kissed Wanda, the two making out as they continued their conversation on the mental plane thanks to all the psychics under her sway.

(Nothing and no one can stop you my love.) Consuella grunted into the kiss, her tail snapping behind her. (Not even the Avengers.)

(True… But they persist. I cannot hear Wasp; she blocks me out.)

(Unthinkable!) Amanda bleated angrily. (We must get her back. Her and the others.)

(Not to worry my sisters, a fledgling has already pledged herself there to me. All we do now is wait, and they will soon overflow with life as we do.)

Continuing their merriment, any signs of intelligence or conversation amongst the humans had given way to animalistic bleats and nickers and brays of carnal passion. All because of Wanda.

*

“HNNNNNNGH!” Groaned Jen, pressing her back against the wall and bearing down to push.

She, amongst the other ladies had grown to the point they each had fallen into labour while their friend the Wasp and her children tended to the prone satyr women in their time of vulnerability. Steve was right there with her holding Greer’s hand as she pushed, a pair of newborn tiger striped satyr children already suckling from her as he held her hand gently. Not just to give support… but to also keep her hand from reaching down to fondle his girth.

“STEVE!” Cried out Jessica, her six hands gripping the carpet underneath her as she pushed, crying out the man’s name. “I NEED You…”

“Jess?” Steve looked up to see her wincing as she was **** to push. The horned arachnid woman looking up to him with pleading eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I need you INSIDE me…” She mewled, hefting one of her breasts up to lick at her stiff and dripping nipples when contractions claimed her again, making her rear her head back to moan and arch her back. Steve slunk his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

“She’s fine Steve.” Sighed Janet, wiping Jessica’s brow while her own children hovered overhead like brown and gold furred bumblebees with horns passing towels and water bottles between them. “MAYBE you should head out before this starts up all over again.”

“Yeah…” Steve huffed, getting to his cloven feet and stepping away from Greer who pawed at his leg while still in labour. “I think I’ll give you all some privacy.”

The mothers in labour gave a collective moan if disagreement, one mixed with cries of effort and pleasure as the satyr made a face of disappointment and looked back to Wasp and shrugged his shoulders.

“Try and occupy yourself Steve, I’ll let you know when they’re done.”

“BUT I WANT HIM NOW!” Whined Greer, hugging her current progeny in her arms as labour overtook her again.

Not wanting to linger any further, Steve stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. Exhaling and shifting his stance to hide the erection tenting in the pair of shorts he was wearing; another pair he owed the Hulk… Once he comes back from outer space.

“Maybe I can get a sandwich from the kitchen. Or a mug of coffee…”

*

Squeezing his way out onto the hallway and being careful not to break the door under his hulking frame, Captain America scratched the back of his horned head in exhaustion as he got as far away from his room as possible. Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on other things than all the promises of pleasure the ladies offered him while bearing his kids back in his bedroom. Taking a moment to pause and catch his breath at the corner of the hallway, Steve struggled to calm down his erection tenting his pants. He was able to keep it down before, but then again ‘before’ he didn’t have a harem of lovers who wanted to give him enough kids to fill a school either. There were cracks forming in his resolve. He thought he could keep his willpower in check but so far its only been getting more and more difficult.

He tried to steady himself and continue on his way when he felt a four heavy masses press up against his back and a pair of arms snake their way around him to hug his waist.

“Hmm… Feeling a little… Stiff?” Purred Carol into Steve’s ear as her hands roamed down to the waist band of his pants. “Maybe I can help you loosen up.”

Turning around, Steve was immediately surprised when he found Carol completely naked looking back at him and playfully pressed him against the wall, pinning him there with her chest and waist. His breath catching in his throat when he found she had his crotch pressed up against her own.

“Carol?!”

“Mmm… I love it when you call out my name.” Capturing the man’s lips in hers, Steve’s eyes went wide when he felt her tongue invade his mouth and begin to explore everywhere her tongue could go. Her voice hummed in his throat when he reached out with his arms to pull her away, only for her to quickly bring his hands down to her hips to squeeze at her rump and tail. When she finally pulled away, Captain America was panting for air and Carol was nuzzling his chin with a smile. “Where are the others?”

“The… The others?” Steve found it hard to think, the kiss had left him unprepared, and he found the strange red glow in Carol’s eyes mesmerising, almost calling to him to kiss her again. “They’re… They’re in labour in my room; Janet is tending to…”

“Ooh! Then that means I have you ALL to myself.” Playfully nibbling on his chin, Carol giggled like a drunken floozy as she grabbed hold of Steve’s hand and dragged the man with her further down the hallway towards her own bedroom. Kicking open the door with her cloven foot, she didn’t even care how big she and Steve had gotten that her first entry broke the door frame wider, and her horned head smashed the top of the door and wall clear off.

Seconds later a pair of shorts clearly ripped apart were flung out the doorway before the door was slammed shut.

“You won’t be needing THESE Loverboy.”

*

At the heart of the main living room of the mansion where several of the Avenger’s children occupied the large space, a portal had opened for three people to step through, and the astral projection of a woman appearing right along with them just as the portal closed behind them all. Giving everyone present quite the start.

“THIS is where you’ve kept the Avengers contained after they had been corrupted?” The Astral projection of Clea Strange asked, her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow to the lot of satyrs around them all. “I was expecting something a little more…”

“Chaotic?” Strange completed the woman’s statement as he and Thor looked just as confused at the sight before them.

They had feared the mansion would be destroyed or in a state beyond salvage with how the satyrs Wanda had sired or corrupted had stripped Las Vegas down to its foundations. Looking around, Thor spotted a trio of flying blue satyrs floating overhead playing cards. At a table in the corner of the living room they found a pair of six-armed satyrs and three green furred satyrs playing a game of monopoly together, paused in their session as they gawked back at the God of Thunder and the Sorcerer Supreme with an illusion of his wife standing in the middle of the room. Oh! And the dazed groupie hanging off Stephen’s leg.

Thor and Stephen blinked back at a quartet of satyrs playing Mario Kart in front of the wide screen television staring back at them fully clothed with one of them pointing at the giant goat man standing with the Asgardian wearing nothing except the living cloak hanging off his back like a bath towel.

“Naked…”

Looking down at his waist, Stephen’s cloak immediate slipped from his back to wrap around his waist like a loincloth. Admittedly, the four were confused when a group of fully dressed satyr men and women approached them, many of them trading whispers as the closest one who had tiger stripes over his fur extended his hand out for Thor to shake.

“Hi there, I take it you’re Thor?” Looking to his compatriots, Thor reciprocated the hand shake.

“I am.”

“Mom and dad have said a lot about you. Is it true you keep Captain America from picking up the hammer because you’re scared he’ll never give it back?”

Clutching Mjolnir closer to himself more defensively in both hands and rapping his fingers over the uru metal nervously, Thor narrowed his eyes at the smirking cat satyr. “… No. It’s just that his hands are already full what with his shield. Why complicate that with a hammer?”

The gaggle of satyrs sighed and grumbled to each other as the striped satyr turned and made a hand gesture to his siblings. “Pay up guys.”

The lot reached into their pockets and slapped several dollar bills into his hand, pocketing his winnings from the bet while a six armed satyress behind him crossed her many arms and snorted. “Doesn’t prove a thing.”

“I’m sorry, who are all of you?” Clea asked.

“Oh, sorry about that, hard to bother with introductions when you just show up in our living room without knocking at the front door to introduce yourselves.” Snorted a green furred satyr wearing a grey pinstripe suit Thor remembered the Hulk wear during his grey phase. “I’m Carl, this is Becky, Amy, Stevie, Michael, Henry, Babs, Henrietta, Jimmy, Johnny, Tommy, Tammy, Timmy, Ricky, Bobby…”

The crowd of satyrs approached the two heroes, extending hands to shake as they each gave their greetings and Dr. Strange and Thor muttering their own greetings as they went from one hand shake to the next. Even Becky, the student who had been dragged into this and turned into a ditzy satyress found herself surrounded by others like her, offering her clothes to wear to regain her decency.

Clea looked back to a single green furred satyress wearing a purple cocktail dress who stared back at her with the same judgemental scowl she gave back. “And you are?”

“Jinette… So you married Doctor Strange huh?”

“Yes.” Clea answered sternly, still keeping her arms crossed. “What of it?”

“You married him for the title or because he knows how to play…” Jinette then smirked. “…Doctor.”

“Oh I like you.” Clea smirked. “Where ARE the Avengers anyway?”

“Our moms and dad are upstairs, PROBABLY giving us more sibling to remember names to.” Jinette rested her hands at her wide hips and nodded to the direction of the staircase at the lobby. “What with all the grunting and moaning they did… For over thirty minutes.”

“Quite fascinating, you all are quite refined for a bunch of hedonistic farm animals.” Clea smirked. “How DO you do it when the ones I’ve seen so far have been…” turning her attention to Becky as she was fitted with an oversized skirt and top and being as civil as a drunken floozy at spring break. “Subpar.”

Raising her hands and wriggling her fingers, Jinette flipped her hair. “Idle hands are the devil’s playground. Dad found out that keeping yourself busy, keeps you from getting BUSY.”

Looking to Thor and Stephen still shaking hands with Captain America’s adult progeny, Clea tilted her head with a raised eyebrow. “Still a work in progress I see?”

“Easy for YOU to say, I’d bet fifty bucks if you were here in the flesh right now you’d go horn-headed harlot and try to get a ‘doctor’s note’ from your hunky husband at the first sight of him.”

“Why you green little…”

“CLEA!!!”

Looking up to the sound of her name, Clea Strange found the rest of the Avenger women making their way down the stairs with new bundles of joy in their arms. Wasp being among them, flying clumsily over their head with her children buzzing behind her as she landed before her friends and made to hug the astral projection… And nearly stumble through her.

“Whoops!” Stopping on her cloven feet and using her wings to help turn her rubenesque figure around, Janet looked to Thor and Strange with a bashful grin. “Hey, you two, I’m better now.”

“So to speak.” Thor tilted his helmed head, grateful to find Wasp’s wits restore. Her body however was one of a matronly, overweight satyr woman with diaphanous wings, antennae and four arms tugging down her oversized mumu… Which fit her like a snug sundress.

“HOLY COW Strange!” Chuckled Jen, cradling her quadruplets in her arms snug against her purple clad chest with her mouth ajar in shock. “What happened to You?!”

“The same as you, but Wanda had given me a concentrated blast of what she has now become.”

“Tis VERY concerning.” Thor murmured, finally seeing his friends as they currently were.

It startled the god of thunder to find his friends transformed so significantly. She-Hulk towered over him by almost a meter, cradling four newborn satyrs in her arms and holding them close. Her figure and curves outrageously ample with four keg sized breasts that caused milk stains forming on her top. She looked like a green furred minotaur of old yet still possessed her warm and inviting demeanor.

Tigra stood nearby, a strange curvaceous amalgam of tiger and goat traits on the taller matronly woman who wore a green skirt tied around her broad hips and two green tops to bind her massive breasts. Spider-Woman was just as bizarre in her appearance. Many of her six arms were occupied cradling her quintuplets while her lone free hand tugged down her red skirt as it rode up over her expanded hips and thighs to her 9 foot tall frame.

“Uhm… Good to see you guys.” Jessica said bashfully, giving her sons and daughter in her arms a bounce as they slept against her bust.

“Likewise friend Jessica. Where is friend Steve Rogers?”

Looking around the crowded living room as the group of satyrs looked to their new siblings and to the rest of the mansion’s interior, the lot of them one by one shrugged.

“I don’t know…”

“Come to think of it, where’s Carol?”

“I don’t know either.” Jen shook her head. “She was pretty upset when she found us all together in Steve’s bedroom.”

“And he did step out to give us all privacy when we were giving birth to our kids, all alone out in the… HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!”

Immediately putting two and two together, the entire crowd of satyrs and their parents raced back up the stairs. Thor, Strange and Clea soon chased after them to catch up, not understanding the dire situation but seeing everyone in a panicked state did not question the severity of it. Swiftly following their friends up the staircase and leaving Becky all alone downstairs who simply stood there and looked around.

Slowly taking a seat, Becky looked around with a tint of excitement, kicking her cloven feet out playfully. “Wow… So THIS is the Avengers mansion? I wonder if I can get Iron-Man’s autograph…”

*

Storming their way up the stairs to the second floor like a stampede of bovine, the Avengers and their collective of children ran as best their size and weight granted them in the cramped hallways. Picture frames and potted plants crashed to the floor from the tremors their cloven feet rang through the carpeted halls as Wasp led the charge. The woman shrunk to the size of an orange so she could fly and dart from one corner to the next until she could hear moaning and braying further ahead.

“It’s coming from Carol’s room! HURRY!!!”

Turning the corner and nearly causing the wall to cave in from the crowd of enlarged satyrs breaking the plaster and brickwork to catch up. The herd followed the flying fruit sized horned wasp until they came across a ruined door.

“Are you sure they’re in…?”

“HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!!” They heard Carol scream out loud, followed by bursts of cosmic energy blasting out of the cracks of the busted doorway. “GIVE ME THAT STAR SPANGLED BABY BATTER!!!”

“Should we… Uhm… Give them privacy?” Asked one of the satyrs in the group. The response to that was Jen giving a swift kick to the door to fly it off its hinges and have the Avengers spill into Carol’s room, with the projection of Clea front and center with her hands up ready to cast a spell... Stopping dead in their tracks at the sight before them that made the Sorceress avert her eyes.

“By the pit…”

The bedroom was a charred ruin! Cosmic scorch mark marred the walls and ceiling, and the bedframe had been pummelled to splinters and burning fabric. Captain America laid unmoving on the bed where Carol had been riding him furiously this entire time until she was rudely interrupted. The moment she heard the crash at the door, Carol looked over her shoulder, still straddling Steve like a bucking bronco when she glared back at her friends with glowing red eyes and a manic grin.

“Nu uh… YOU all had your turn, now its MY turn to get my jollies with Stevie.”

Carol… Get off of Steve… I think you’ve had enough…” Jessica warned, she and the others slowly spreading out around the bedroom to corner the blue satyress.

Carol herself only pouted coyly, her eyes still burning red as she playfully pressed a hand on Steve’s chest.

“Aww, but we’re having so much fun, aren’t we Stevie?”

“Help…” Steve gasped, raising a hand out to his friends over Carol’s thigh. “Help… Me…”

“Shush love…” Carol smirked, pressing a finger to his lip to stifle his complaints.

“Miss Danvers you have gone FULL tilter!” Clea accused, energies glowing from her hands as she confronted the tri-horned, blue satyress. “That Scarlet Harlot has wormed her way into your mind and is driving you to perform the worst acts of depravity I’ve ever seen. Get off the man or we’ll take you off.”

“Oh… I’ve been getting off Clea, again, and again, and AGAIN!”

“Tee, Em, Eye bitch!” One of the satyrs in the back winced, as did everyone else who had that mental picture of their father getting screwed. “Tee, Em, Eye!”

Immediately Captain Marvel hoisted Steve up in a sitting position and shoved his head between her breasts, smirking devilishly back at her friends as they took a step back out of caution.

“You want him? Well you can’t have him! He’s ALL mine. Wanda promised me, she promised if I let go I’ll know pleasure like no other, and you could all join us. All you have to do is just let her in and you can be just like the two of us!”

“Can’t… Breath…” Mumbled Steve, unable to pull his face from her cleavage.

“Join us brothers and sisters… Join the herd!”

Trading looks at the mad-woman’s proposal, the lot of satyred Avengers gave the woman a silent pause, just as Tigra stepped forward.

“Alright, fuck this.” Greer stated, stepping forward and brandishing her claws. “Get the hell off our man you crazy bitch!”

“Nu uh… He’s ALL my… hey!” Hit with a web line from one of Spider-Woman’s spinnerets, Jessica tried to pull her off of Steve. “Cut it OUT! Ouch!!!”

Feeling one of Wasp’s stingers zap her shoulder, it was the final stray for everyone to finally get involved and try to pry Carol off of Steve and desperately try to contain her. Spider-Woman bound her up in steel hard webbing while She-Hulk pressed her down with all her strength onto the floor, joined by Tigra, Wasp and Thor who tried to contain their broken friend.

“This is for your own good friend Carol.” Thor explained, looking to his hammer as the only thing that could pin her down. “See reason, less I be **** to take drastic matters.”

“NOOOO!!! YOU CAN’T CONTAIN ME! NOTHING CAN CONTAIN ME! THE SCARLET SATYRESS IS GOING TO SET US ALL FREE! AND I’M GOING TO HER RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!”

An explosion of cosmic energy blasted her captors off of her as Captain Marvel hovered off the ground, glowing with intense cosmic rays as she gave off an angry nicker and shot out through the ceiling, blasting through one floor after another until she exploded out the roof and slammed into the hex wall Dr. Strange had set up to contain them all. With a final bleat of rage, she smashed her way through, piercing a hole through the shield and causing it to collapse as she took to the air and flew at supersonic speed towards the Pacific.

Laying on the ground of the charred bedroom, the Avengers and their kids looked up at the hole in the ceiling and shared a collective wince.

“Well… That happened…”

*

A streak of cosmic energy cut through the sky, carving clouds out of its way as it flew towards the heart of the Pacific Ocean like a flying comet. When it found what it was flying to, the column of energy dissipated, and Carol Danvers stopped dead in mid-air to hover hundreds of feet overhead to look down at the overgrown foliage of Krakoa below her. Even from almost a mile overhead, she could make out the millions of satyrs that made up Krakoa, their presence causing the ecosystem to change drastically as plants grew to an explosive rate while Krakoa itself withered. It’s lifeforce being drained.

Rubbing her swollen belly with her hand, Carol licked her lips and descended from her vantage point, making her way towards the heart of the island where she quickly spotted her matron and goddess. Landing on her cloven feet, Carol waddled towards the lounging behemoth of a satyress, wringing her hands at her sides in excitement taking in all that Wanda had become, Carol didn’t know if she should bow or kneel.

(You have done well, herd sister.) Carol gasped, hearing Wanda in her head made her fall to her knees, clutching at her horned head and then to her belly which throbbed with excitement. (Welcome to the heart of the herd.)

“B-but I couldn’t get them to come with me. They wanted to stay with Stevie Stick-in-the-mud Rogers!” Carol pouted.

(The prize was never our friends sister… YOU were.)

“I-I was?”

Getting up to stand on all fours, Wanda waddled her way towards the shocked Carol who could only look up in awe and arousal. Even in her stance the Scarlet Satyress towered over the 12 foot tall Kree/satyr hybrid. Like some terrible horned beast of myth, her four massive breasts, each the size of a small car swung heavily with each heavy step of her cloven feet. Her saurian tail dragging behind her the entire way as she reared her horned head back like some proud Lioness addressing her cub.

(To have our friends with us now would have been lovely my herd sister, Tony and Natasha are with us now, and their cries of passion have been music to my ears.) Stopping to close her eyes and smile, Wanda heard a chorus of brays and guttural moans coming from all across the island. (Even NOW they please me… But they cannot promise me what YOU offer.)

Feeling Wanda playfully hip bump the plump mother to be, Carol staggered onto her side and looked up as Wanda circled her with a grin, her mind still speaking inside Carol’s head.

(Even now, my herd spreads across the Earth, bringing with them my promise of freedom, of pleasure… but YOU can bring my will to the GALAXY!)

A heavy thud opposite to where Wanda was startled Carol as she looked up to see Buck, the massive demonic beast snorting with a grin as he folded his wings behind him. But her eyes quickly darted to the human sized erection that bobbed and throbbed against his hairy gut, and the keg sized balls that looked drum tight and veiny, eager to erupt at a moment’s notice.

(HEY sweet thang!) chuckled the monster with a low and deep chuckle from his throat. One that made Carol weak in the knees and go immediately wet. (I heard you like to fly, wanna join the mile HIGH club?)

(I think she’s eager love.) Wanda chuckled, moving to nuzzle the monstrous satyr god as the two exchanged a languid kiss. (But I think she might be too small for you…)

(I don’t know babe… Some of ya like the idea of me splitting you in two.) Buck growled under his breath, nipping at Wanda’s horns playfully. (Or at least that’s what you all scream when I’m giving you the three legged polka.)

Wanda snickered again with a fanged grin, swatting Buck across the rear with her tail as she approached the overwhelmed Carol who sat there pawing at her own curves at the sight of the two monster satyrs.

(Fortunately, we have a solution to that…)

Waddling her way over to Carol, Wanda hinted at one of the exposed roots of he Krakoan tree, the root already sporting bite marks that oozed sap.

(Drink sister…)

“The… The sap?”

(Oh yeah… That’s the GOOD shit right there babe.) Smirked Buck.

Her eyes going wide, Carol pulled the root up from the ground and bit down on the sap covered surface. The moment she did, her eyes lit up again, this time with an umbral red glow that intensified. Slurping up as much as she desperately could, like a starving woman, Buck and Wanda looked around the island as they heard it groan, its ichor being fed off of by the blue furred satyress as its power infused into her.

Immediately there was an effect as Carol began to expand, her flanks growing wider and bulkier, her belly swelling rounder and heavier as she was suffused with so much energy. Her shoulders widening and her arms and legs grew stronger while the rest of her swelled fatter. Her tail grew longer and fatter behind her, snaking out and sprouting spurs like some terrible reptile while her back crunched and lurches with boney spikes as long as her arm sprouted down her back. Rolling her shoulders and raising her head to breath in a gasp of air, Carol winced and bleated out as her five horns grew out into a crown and her nose and upper lip merged into a muzzle, just as she sunk her teeth back into Krakoa’s lifeblood to drink more.

“Oh mah GAWD!” She slurred, amber nectar still dripping from her lip as she bit down for more. Thish ish the besht BEER I’ve evar had!”

Watching their friend grow and transform before them, Buck leaned towards Wanda as if to whisper into her ear. (Never seen one of us like that.)

(She’s part Kree dear, comes with the territory.)

“(Kree Huh…? Sounds Swedish.)

Stumbling back from the root and collapsing on all fours, Carol looked down at her cloven hand, her hoof-like fingers and opposable thumb, and felt up her changed face. Every fiber of her being felt so alive! Almost like she had burst free of something holding her back and no longer had anything keeping her from being more, and now she knew what it was, the last threads of her humanity. She no longer cared about her past life as a pilot, or a hero amongst the Avengers. None of that mattered to her now.

Standing to her full height by raising herself up on her hind legs, Carol almost had a case of vertigo when she found she was over 20 feet tall. Feeling up her wider hips, her massive milk filled breasts and her swollen pregnant belly, Carol felt so free, so wild, and oh so AMAZING! To think she once tried to fight all of this. She wanted MORE! She wanted to indulge, to eat, to grow fatter, to grow BIGGER, to screw and mate and fornicate and breed! It left her panting and fluttering her eyes as she felt up her longer neck with both her hands, lolling her horned head back and forth until she felt a presence press up against her and pull her into an open mouth kiss.

(Welcome to the head of the herd sister Carol…) The former Captain Marvel heard in her mind. (I have so much planned for you.)

“Wha… Youh…” A cloven finger pressed up against Carol’s plump lips with a shush from Wanda, her red glowing eyes both motherly and seductive.

(Don’t waste your breath on HUMAN speech sister Carol, your mouth can be better suited to OTHER things.)

(I… I can HEAR you… In my head.) Gasped Carol, her tongue wrestling with Wanda’s as their kiss deepened. (Never FELT so hot… So unrestrained… What do you want from me… Sister?)

(Same thing I want hot stuff!)

Carol gasped and broke the kiss, looking over her shoulder with her longer neck when she felt something big press up behind her, sandwiching her between two bodies as the cock she admired earlier was now balls deep inside her pussy from behind.

(YES! DO IT! I don’t care anymore! I just want to fuck and breed and FUCK like an animal until I’ve got more kids than I can count!!!)

(You had me at Yes babe!) Buck snorted and chuffed as he began to thrust hard and fast into the incensed and transformed Captain Marvel. The blue furred satyr woman wailing and nickering with lust as she continued to make out with Wanda. For several minutes, the enlarged satyrs lounged and watched as the newest member to their herd screamed in orgasm as Buck roared out his release, flooding her already crowded womb ad causing it to expand.

Wanda for her part kissed Carol against, tracing a hand over her belly.

(Soon sister… Soon…)