Blanche expects a VERY special package from the Venezuelan States. Little Michael's going to hate it...at first.
Under a running shower head, blonde, busty, and muscular Blanche basks. Being W'Kabi's wife has its perks. He's got some great tastes in amenities. It's hard to believe that, as a border guard, he's not exposed to worse elements...or that his harem isn't...
Glass walls surround her. Steam rises from within them. It's always hard to tell if it's coming from her, or the water.
Just outside, there's a toilet. Good thing there's not an actual Anaconda stowed away inside. But then, Blanche wouldn't mind if the delivery folk found a way to mail her new snake to her via toilet...
But then, if she's truly a fan of that, she should try working a job at the British Ministry of Magic. If she did, she'd get to transport herself via toilet every day...if not the exact same way anacondas have been known to exploit toilets in some South American cities...and not to mention Miami...
All wet, she exits the stall. With a towel, she prepares herself. She's got a long day of lovemaking just ahead of her. And as long as she's already waited for W'Kabi to come back from this hunt, she is in NO mood to leave a chance for screwing this up.
Right now, her only chance of failure is what she's up against. And she prefers to keep everything that way...including the crap she doesn't get paid to do.
Just outside the bath, it's a brick floor. One of these bricks isn't what it looks like...
With huge green-polished feet, Ms. Sitznski stands right above the brick, with a foot on either side. From below, one can see her camel-toe. She's in a pair of green panties...and nothing else.
She bends over, and drags a green-polished finger across the brick. In a flash, a vibranium key sticks up, from within the brick's surface, and makes itself available to her. With her thumb and index finger, she turns the key...and lifts the brick from where it sits.
With her huge hand, she reaches into the void that the brick leaves. When she retrieves it, it's clenched...with care.
She stands, and holds her hand in front of her. She hesitates...and opens it, palm-up.
Lil Michael is still a thousandth his normal size. And for this harem babe, he's in the perfect state to have some fun with...
Her hooters are huge...like sideways-hung mountains, to Michael. With a huge hand, Ms. Sitznski flaps her long flowing blonde hair.
She's got the physiology of an anaconda. Not only can Michael feel it under him, in the palm of her hand, but she's doing a lot of things that are very anaconda-reminiscent. The only thing she's NOT doing like an anaconda is rapping like Nikki Minaj...
Michael's getting horny. But then, so's Ms. Sitznski. She seems to overwhelm him, where that is...and not just there, either.
"Mosquito," she whispers, through her big lips, "of the Amazon. Never knew you could look so good..."
"I just," Michael stammers, "want to get back to Malfoy Manor..."
"Sh," she holds her green-polished finger to her big lips. "Silence, my submissive. As you can tell, I'm a wrestler." She adjusts her own breasts, hardening Michael. "I like my game submissive...as well as my men. And today, while my husband's out...you get to be that man."
"First of all, I'm not a man. Second of all, you're married?!"
"Don't be so cautious. My husband's NEVER home. To him, it seems that being a black bigot against the white rhino and the white lion matters more than his love life...or even his border patrols, for that matter. Truth is, though, I'm pretty sure that this hunt is just an extreme way for him to spice up his otherwise-monotonous duties of patrolling Wakanda's border."
"Whose border, now?! Where am I?!"
In her huge fingers, Ms. Sitznski takes one of Michael's feet. Michael tries to pull away...but like an actual anaconda in the jungle, she's got him in a tight grasp. Even more so, since her fingers are like cliffs to him.
"You've got weak feet," she near-whispers. "Allow me to empower them, for you..."
With no choice, Michael surrenders to this. Somehow, he should've known that his little adventure with Agatha would demand him to cheat on her twice...with two older women. He supposed he should be more thankful that at least this one isn't his mother... She could be his mother, of course...but he's half-glad she's not. A woman like this would NEVER generate a Corner wizard. Hell, the Corners aren't even among the Sacred Twenty-Eight...
Soon, Ms. Sitznski holds Michael upside down, in her fingers. She holds him up to her big green eye, and ogles his ass. It's a nice ass, for sure. Hers is weak...despite being a sight for a man's sore eyes. Michael's ass gives hers hope, where it has little. Her ass can't even turn W'Kabi's head, after all...
"Allow me to introduce you to," she near-hisses, "my triple Ds..."
She lowers him...to where he's hanging between her two humongous breasts. Next, she squeezes them together, from either side, trapping him inside.
Great, Michael thinks, THIS again... And yet, I don't really HATE it, either... Alas, if only Agatha could see me now... (Glad she can't.)
On her single bed, Ms. Sitznski lies on her back. She's still got her own huge hooters in both of her green-polished hands. With them, she moves her hooters around, further arousing Michael, as well as his weak cock.
It's a good thing Michael's both hungry and thirsty. Otherwise, this could get a LOT messier than it is...
By now, Anaconda's lost control. She's in heat. She doesn't want none, unless his hon's got buns. And he SO does... They're a bit smaller than what she's used to...but then, as powerful as she is, she should care more about smaller men.
In another room in the same hall, Ms. Gold does the same thing...with Michael, between her two hooters. She's an ex-wrestler, too. Before this, she was one of the Grapplers, and hence part of the feminine pride of Roxxon Corp.
As she wrangles Michael in her boobs, she sings. She's got a killer voice...which she also owes to Roxxon, as well as she does her big break...
O, to be Jew in a reverse-Holocaust...
You're not a German,
But you're English, which is almost the same
I never knew I could feel this intense
About a boy whose ancestors probably tortured
My kin in Auschwitz...
But then, if you're English
It's more likely that your ancestors
Were Turtle Club war pilots...
Even so, no more qualified
To love Jews than Jews themselves...
Ah, a degenerate never felt so good
Between my boobs
And as a wrestler, big boobs are important
Whoever heard of an MMA wrestler
Who went ten rounds with Ronda Rousey
With only a D cup?
In the ring, many giantesses I take on
Take them for granted, I do
I must
Care never helped a wrestler win
And yet, often times, a wrestler can
Spend so much time in the ring
They forget about the little guy...
Loving the big guy is overrated
Most of them run, after all,
When they meet a chick who's fought Thundra
More often than they have
And not to mention Dazzler
That mutant bitch's flashing lights can be a real bitch...
Not to worry, little English
I would not let them come near you
Both women whooped my ass,
But I'm confident about a second round
I'd paint the Jabari Mountains with their blood
If it meant keeping you safe between my DDDs
If they want you
They can't have you
I'm pretty sure Thundra is too misandric for you
But I could be wrong
She seemed to tolerate Wizard and Trapster well enough
As a Frightful Four bitch...
For now, you're mine
Only time will change that
I sure won't...
Ms. Gold takes a break, and slides him out of her boobs. She holds him upside down, and lets him dangle before one of her huge green eyes... Next, she holds him in front of her big pink lips.
Long have I waited, she sings,
To fulfill my reverse-Holocaust fantasy...
Seems like a win-win to this Songbird...
Your cock is hardening
You seem to have a weak cock...
Pardon me, while I empower it...
The sound waves of her voice tickle, as they pass by Lil Michael. But they could be worse; he's pretty sure Ms. Gold has DEAFENED a lot of her opponents, with her super-loud voice...
She drops him in her pink-polished finger. With a white polished one, she pokes at him, until he's lying on his back. Once there, she gives him a finger-job. (It would be just a handjob, if Michael was his normal size...)
Michael's in SO much bliss... It's always been his fantasy, to get hand-jobbed by a giant singer/wrestler... He just...never knew, until now...
Hush, Lil Michael, she keeps singing, don't say a word
This babe is going to become your Songbird
And if I, the Songbird, don't sing like Celine Dion
We're going to have some huge fucking issues
I'll hunt Dion down, and rip out her vocal cords
The world will grow to hate me for that, I know
Part of me can't blame them
But when you're Songbird, you've got a respo
Every paycheck Dion makes is one you don't
Plus, you're mine, not Dion's...
And Dion wouldn't want you, if you're tiny like that
But I do
I'm a Songbird
You might not be my chick
But you are a sapphire I keep in my nest
For ornamental value
Your cock is weak, but your soul is so good
It's made you easy on the eyes
Your girlfriend was a bimbo
When she left you for boot camp
Not that going was optional
As a bitch who's done time at Ryker's Island
I know what that's like
Your prison is my solace, now
As mine is yours
We are two in one;
Domina, submissive, and true love as we both know it
W'Kabi's going to kill us both
But not if he never comes back
Would LOVE it, if he didn't...
With that, Ms. Gold stands on her knees, on the bed. She holds Lil Michael between them, and squeezes them together. From there, she feels him writhe, as she lies on her side, in pure bliss...
It turns out Ms. Gold can't sing as well, when she's got a sexual sensation between her thighs. It's just as well. She's in pure bliss, and it's all because of Michael.
Michael loves this, too. It just breaks his heart that he's wronging Agatha just to do it...
Ms. Feliciano's got him between her thighs. She's loving it. What she's doing to Lil Michael may be lethal...but at this rate, she doesn't give a shit.
Ms. Feliciano was a wrestler, too; and a Grappler. She and Ms. Gold were once bitch-sisters. Stars of Roxxon, they were... And then W'Kabi offered them something better. And now, there they are...
And now, here Ms. Feliciano is...in bed, with a younger man...from England. Ah, if only W'Kabi hunted less... (Michael, at least, is heap-glad that he doesn't...)
As she cuddles Lil Michael with her huge thighs, her eyes shine bright red. Not only is she superhumanly strong, but she can induce rage. She doesn't induce rage in Michael, of course; she likes being the strong one in sex.
She's been killed by Scourge...and resurrected by Hood. Hence, there's some black magic flowing through her bloodstream. It's enough to affect her, in some ways...but not enough to make her a witch. Shucks; Michael would've loved to meet a fellow magus. Maybe such a magus could regrow him to normal...
Except then, Michael would grow that much bigger, as soon as Agatha's potion wore off... And Michael doesn't know how he feels, about his Amazing Colossal Man fantasy coming to life...or his Atlas ones, even...
"Fucking W'Kabi," Ms. Feliciano whispers. "All he ever does is stay gone. He shouldn't invest in what he can't own up to!" She scoffs. "But in the long-term, I'm glad he did. I got to meet you. And more importantly," her red eyes light up even brighter, "I got to fuck you!"
It's very intense, between Letha's legs. If Michael were in a worse mood, he'd be more grateful that at least Agatha doesn't fuck him like this.
"I can feel you struggling," she whispers. "That's how I know I'm not doing too much. It's...you getting away, I dread. Without you, I've got nothing. Just some stupid shitty sorority that my co-wives would expect of me." She sighs. "What the fuck made primitives think that polygamy is a good thing?! All it ever does is sideline beautiful women...and not to mention women who have a bigger place in a wrestling ring!"
Michael's still not sure how he feels about fucking a she-wrestler... A lot of Gryffindor girls he's known weren't half this bitchy...that he ever saw, as long as he didn't live in the Gryffindor common room... Nonetheless, he is enjoying it...a lot. Besides, we can't ALL be Quidditch players in life, right?
He once dumped a Gryffindor chick, because she'd beaten a Ravenclaw chick in Quidditch... But of course, that was different. At that time, people were watching.
Ms. Feliciano pulls him out from between her thighs with black-polished hands, and drops him into the palm of her hand. Here, she pokes him until he flips over on his belly. Once he's there, she presses her huge finger against his back, and rubs it up-and-down.
She smiles, as she can feel his hardened cock against her palm. It's a very weak cock. As tempted as she is to empower it, his back is weak too. And as Letha, she just HATES watching a back go bad...
"I sure hope you don't go backpacking, in England," she tells him. "I have a hard time imagining you standing up, with a pack of any weight on it..."
Technically, backpackers wear the weight of their packs on their hips... But then, whose Michael to criticize? Aren't men supposed to like stupider women, after all?
"But more importantly," Ms. Feliciano adds, "if anyone, I hope you're not your lord-mayor's son, over there. And if you are, I hope Daddy doesn't expect you to succeed him as lord-mayor. A boy with a back like this should NEVER make any huge decisions for a nation. Not that I'd know; seems like most of my decisions either kill me, or land me in jail. But then...why do you think I married W'Kabi?"
He'd be a Minister of Magic, where Michael comes from. Alas, Michael still doesn't feel secure enough to tell Ms. Feliciano that he's a wizard...or anything. That's sad; he sure feels secure in her giantess clutches...which are amplified by her status as a wrestler.
"Hank Pym's offered me a job at his Labs," she adds. "I've thought about accepting it, but... Pym tech hasn't really inspired me much, but then... You haven't either, Little English...until now." She flaps her flowing blonde hair, and giggles.
She places him between her huge hooters, and squeezes them together. She lies down, and moves her hooters around, while keeping them together.
Ah, the good life. Michael's lapping it up. With luck, Agatha's so deep into boot camp, she's not even thinking about who he's with right now...
Ms. DeVito's got him between her hooters. She moves them around with her hands, giving him the time of his life...away from Agatha, that is.
Lascivious has got some very big hooters. Even Michael's cock feels dwarfed by their circumference. ALL of Michael feels dwarfed. With him now, that's normal for a lot of things. Alas, for some reason, Ms. DeVito's hooters are like none he's ever been trapped between...
Ms. DeVito can induce desire into her victims. She saves it for herself...as hard as it is not to. Then again, she's just now learning that she loves playing cat-and-mouse with little lovesick boys.
SHE'S the one who's lovesick, of course. Her husband's never home for her...or any of his over two dozen wives. Even so, Ms. DeVito suffers from his absence more than most. She's Lascivious, after all...
She drops Michael into her hand. His cock is erect. With her huge blue-polished fingers, she gives him an FJ (i.e. a finger-job). His cock is so tiny, in her grasp. Alas, he has a weak cock. And it's the strong's mission to nourish the weak, right?
From above, her big blue eyes spotlight him. Michael never new that a blue-eyed ravenhead could be so offensively sexual. Ms. DeVito hasn't even said a word...
Ah, she's SO good to his cock. He feels like cumming...
Before he can, alas, she moves him...to her thighs. She lies on her side, raises her leg, and drops him atop her other. She lowers her upper leg, trapping him.
Now, she just lies tightly, and lets him struggle. She keeps him from escaping. She loses herself. She induces herself with desire. Ah, this English boy is SO good to her... W'Kabi can't hold a candle to him...even if he'd be tempted to hold a lit one UNDER him...
Like a maggot, Lil Michael writes around between Lascivious's thighs. She's NEVER letting him go. Even worse, he kind of doesn't want to be released...or relieved of these wonderful thighs...
Ms. MacPherran's got him trapped between her thighs. As an ex-Grappler and Battleworld mutate, she's got thighs of titanium. She's a titaness, if Thanos never met one...
She's been with Dr. Doom. She's been with Absorbing Man. And more recently, she's been with W'Kabi. She never thought she'd say this, but they're all NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING compared to this little nth of a boy who's trapped and wriggling between her titanium thighs...
Like a louse, Michael writhes around between them. Especially at this size, Michael wouldn't believe that Ms. MacPherran was once just a scrawny, anorexic little girl in Denver, Colorado.
She's got thighs of titanium. She's NEVER letting him go...
She pulls him out from between her thighs, and drops him into the palm of her plain-sized hand. With a purple-polished finger, she pokes him...until he flips over on his belly. Here, she pins him, pressing her finger down atop his back. She smothers him...and rubs his back. At several points, Michael's convinced she's going to break it...
She smirks with her big lips, as she can feel his hardening cock against the palm of her hand. It's a very weak cock...but then, that's what she loves so much about it.
Ms. MacPherran wasn't born this way. She wasn't born into her power. She's more like Steve Rogers; she was weak, before she was ever strong.
Unlike Rogers, alas, she can't help but feel like, sometimes, she's going backwards, by caring for the weak. If she surrounds herself with the weak, she reminds herself of what it was like to be weak. Even so, there was a reason why she accepted Dr. Doom's offer to make her superhumanly strong. When he made her strong, she thought she was past boys like Michael.
Alas, it's boys like Michael that make her forget about all of that. Ms. MacPherran hasn't met very many tolerable weak specimens in her time. But Michael is SO the exception. It's boys like Michael that make her WANT to be a guardian, and a generous sexer, of the weak...
Now, she holds him upside down, in front of her huge blue eye. She eyes his ass. It's a VERY nice ass...
She hangs him between her hooters, and pushes them together, from each side. She lies down on her back, on her single bed, and moves her boobs around...and him inside them. She's powerful. She nearly suffocates him... And yet, where would Michael's love life be without her and her tremendous hooters?
Ah, to be fucked by a titaness... Imagine thataness...