Firestar stifled a moan as she pushed her long, red hair out of her face while stirring a giant cauldron full of bubbling liquid. The motion of moving the giant spoon around the pot was making her huge breasts jostle slightly back and forth, the tips of her big, pink nipples rubbing over and over against the rough cotton of her peasant blouse, making them rock hard. The sensation was driving her crazy. Looking down, she still couldn't believe how freaking big her chest gotten since she'd arrived in this fantasy world . . . or how sensitive. She'd always mocked Emma Frost and She-Hulk for their trampy ways but if big tits felt like this, she suddenly understood why they acted like that. A faint sheen of sweat had formed on her brow and on the tops of her impossibly perky mounds as she worked. It had nothing to do with the fire she'd created beneath the cauldron - it was the fire between her legs that was making her perspire. Her stirring slowed as she imagined pulling out the large wooden spoon and sliding the long, hard handle in and out of her tight little pussy . . .
She whimpered and shook her head violently to clear it, making her red curls whip back and forth.
"Get a grip, Angelica! Jeez!" she muttered angrily to herself. "Can you not think about getting fucked for maybe fifteen whole minutes?"
Angelica Jones had never in her life thought she'd ever become a big-titted slut but four months in this world had done it to her.
At first, it had been gradual. As she'd flown through the air searching for her teammates over seemingly endless woodlands, only stopping to land near river beds, her modest costume (by superheroine standards anyways) had started feeling a little tighter in the chest and ass. After about a week, she couldn't fit into her sports bra and her trim ass now padded with an extra layer of perfectly rounded fat, as if she'd been consisting on cheesecake and scones instead of berries and fish. Oddly, her long legs, waist and other parts of her body retained their trimness.
Her libido had also gradually increased. At first, she'd been missing her friends but then her thoughts would wander to how hot Captain America was or how big Tony Stark's cock might be or if she could ever fulfill her fantasy of a threesome with Namor and Wonder Man. Easy to shake off, at least at first. She hadn't even meant to start masturbating. She had just been experimentally hefting her newly C-cup, possibly D-cup tits when the increased sensation made her lose track of time one sunny day. Suddenly, the sun was setting seeming just minutes after she'd landed for lunch, having given herself innumerable orgasms from breast play alone . . . and they were most definitely a D-cup now. Probably a DD from the look of them! She thought she'd heard giggles and saw dancing lights in the treetops nearby but she shook it off as just exhaustion and afterglow talking.
She wasn't stupid and made the connection - whatever this world was, it was making her sluttier in both look and action. Also, the more orgasms she had, the sluttier she'd become. Forcing herself back into her increasingly stressed out yellow spandex catsuit, Angelica had decided then and there that masturbating was off limits until she got home and she might have stuck to that rule too . . . if it she hadn't finally come across a town.
Flying over a modest village at the edge of the forest, she was thrilled to finally see people again after a month spent alone. Of course, she hadn't counted on the townspeople screaming in terror as she flew above at the beginning of nightfall or the volley of arrows fired her way as everyone screamed "Kill the flying witch!" or "Run for your lives! A fire spirit!".
In quick order, she'd doused her flames and landed in the woods, changing out of her conspicuous yellow spandex and hiding it beneath some fallen branches. Of course, this meant she was now naked in a forest (her underwear had vanished long ago) but she'd been sure she'd seen some clothes hanging on a line nearby. Angelica had nearly gotten out of the woods and was about to snatch some clothes when a party of massively built, muscular men in animal skins and chainmail armor came around the corner of the large building filled with lights and the sounds of carousing. Firestar instinctively raised her slim hands to cover her breasts and snatch but did not flee.
"Well, lads! It seems we have not found a fire demon but something far sweeter!" rumbled the tall, dark-haired one at the front of the pack. He was clearly their leader. His muscles rippled across his bare chest as he chuckled and a smirk curved above his lantern jaw. His fellows also laughed. The smell of their sweat carried across the air and the sight of them made her feel weirdly dizzy and weak in the knees. They were so . . . big. And strong. And handsome. She felt her nipples stiffen against her hand and arm.
"I did not know they had a new whore in this town! Mmm, perhaps you are the fire demon we seek, eh, firecrotch?" rumbled the dark-haired man as he strode towards her on long, powerful legs corded with muscles.
Firestar nearly burst into flame, bristling with indignation. How dare he call her a whore?
"I'm not a-"
"Demon?" the brawny warrior interrupted rudely. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. It is said a fire demon cannot be touched without burning those who press their flesh to theirs."
Before she could stop him, the nearly seven foot tall man had grabbed her by her long red hair and pulled her to his face for a rough kiss. Her first instinct was to fight but the moment she felt his rock hard body against hers, all thoughts besides sex melted away. She was gasping with desire when he finished with the kiss and had found that her long legs had instinctively wrapped around his tree trunk of a waist and her long nails were scratching at his shoulders.
"Ha! Not the demon we seek, certainly, but perhaps a demon of a much more pleasant sort!" he rumbled as Angelica's mind came back to her and she found herself more embarrassed than horny . . . but not by much. She forced her legs back onto the ground only to find her toes barely reached the dirt as the man still had her hair in his fist.
"Bit scrawny, isn't she?" muttered one of the men. "Barely any tits on her."
"Perhaps, but I'll wager she makes up for it with her eager little mouth and her hungry crimson snatch! Don't you, whore?"
With a cry, she felt the man force her to her knees. She was just about to unleash her powers and show him who was the bitch here when he tossed the animal skins covering his manhood to one side, revealing the biggest, most beautiful cock she'd ever seen, already 12 inches and not even hard yet.
"I- I- . . ." Angelica began, trying to remember what she had been thinking about before seeing the man's cock. And before she could say anything the man shoved his thick meat into her gaping mouth. That was all it took. She began sucking without thinking, her pussy suddenly drowning with need.
Distantly, she heard him speak.
"Ha! I told you! I'll catch up with you boys later . . . after this whore and I finish our introductions."
I'm not a whore, Angelica had thought dreamily as she'd sucked him to massive hardness and then let him mount her from behind, smacking her ass over and over as he plowed into her slick cunt. I'm not a whore, she told herself again and again, as the strange stud fucked her roughly to too many orgasms to count, pulling on her hair and calling her a filthy whore over and over. I'm not a whore she told herself as he pulled out of her tight pussy with an audible pop and came all over her back, grunting, letting her collapse to the rough dirt.
I'm not a whore, she told herself dreamily as he dropped five gold pieces at her feet.
I'd have done that for free, she thought, laying in afterglow so deep it was like a drug.
Later on, she told herself that she'd only stayed at the whorehouse as long as she did in order to earn money to buy new clothes and travel without flying and arousing terror in the townfolk. Of course, deep down, she knew this was a lie - she loved it. She loved getting fucked so much it scared her. All of her plans went out of her head the moment a man touched her body. Suddenly, all that mattered was getting paid to get fucked by impossibly well-hung, muscular men over and over, the already mindblowing orgasms only increasing in power every time she spread her legs wide. And her tits! God, her fucking tits were the worst and best part of it. Ballooning outwards like floats in a parade - the better for their huge, muscular hands to grope, fondle and squeeze while fucking her roughly, making her cum so easily it was ridiculous. Soon, the formerly small-breasted redhead was now the bustiest wench in the town, much to the envy of her fellow whores.
She had only planned to earn her keep for one week. By the time she'd heard tales of "King Stark of the North" and his enchanted armor, Angelica realized she'd been whoring herself out for over a month. Blushing with shame, she'd stolen out of the whorehouse on a horse at the crack of dawn before some drunken stud could awake and distract her with an embarrassingly large bag of gold. Of course, the feel of a horse between her legs and her huge rack jiggling in her corset made her get distracted easily, as did the attractive men she passed in her travels. It should have only taken her four day's ride to get to Iron Man but instead, it took her two weeks to make it to Tony's castle. He hadn't recognized her at first and why would he? The old Firestar didn't have titties bigger than Emma Frost and She-Hulk put together, much less a ridiculously round ass and pouty lips that formed a continual "come fuck me" O of surprise.
Now? Now, she was Tony's slave girl. A glorified maid, really, given how she knew that if she hadn't been forced to obey Tony, she'd be fucking any man who so much as slapped her ass. He had her heating a magic potion that he had hoped to use to help find other Avengers and she knew that they'd eventually find their way home again.
But a part of her wished they'd never go home . . . she thought of her time in the whore house and moaned. Maybe just a quick hand between her legs before Master Stark got back-
"Hello, Whore."
Firestar gasped and heard heavy footsteps as Marvel Boy let himself fall to the ground instead of floating telekinetically. The word "Boy" really did not apply to him any more - he was now a towering man with layers of muscle across his formerly slim frame. She and Vance had been in love once but she had rejected him because she didn't feel ready to settle down. Now just the sight of him made her pussy moisten and heart beat quicker. She knew he was still angry with her and what that had turned into now that they were in this pervy world.
She knew what was about to happen and she welcomed it.
"Vance? Master Stark says I'm supposed to keep this potion hot and- mmmfff!"
She felt her jaw clack shut against her will as Vance used his powers on her.
"That's, Sir to you, Whore." he rumbled in a deep voice. "You can finish with his potion once you're done servicing me, bitch. And who said you could wear fucking clothes? Clothes are for decent women, not filthy little whores like you."
She felt her tits and pussy become exposed to the air as he tore off her clothes with his mind.
"I'm glad this world revealed to everyone what you really are - a faithless, wanton whore. A helpless little slut unable to keep her legs closed."
Her legs found themselves flinging apart wide, almost painfully so, and it made her pussy so fucking wet. He was going to fuck her so hard, so rough. She knew it and squirmed like a cat on a skillet. He mistook her writhing for a struggle to escape.
"Trying to fight back, huh? Stupid whore. This world's made my powers stronger, along with my body. You couldn't escape me if you were the fucking Hulk instead of some weak-willed little skank."
Invisible hands pulled at her thick nips, mashed her big fat tits roughly, making her scream through her clenched jaw . . . although not with pain.
"Little bitch. Reject me, will you? I'm going to make you fucking scream, whore!"
He tore off his loincloth to reveal monstrously huge throbbing cock and advanced on her in moments, letting her jaw free as he impaled her without foreplay. Luckily, her soaking wet cunt didn't need it.
"Oh! OH! OHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAH!" Angelica screamed as he impaled her pussy, forcing her up and down on it with his powers, her hands helplessly forced above her head as his hands now roughed up her tits instead of his powers, powerful fingers digging hard into her massive mounds.
"Fucking whore! Say it! SAY IT, SLUT!" he snarled, covering her in his spittle and sweat as he pounded into her without mercy.
She knew what he wanted to hear and she screamed it loud and proud.
"I'm- I'm a fucking whore! I'm a- AHHHH! I'm a fucking WHORE! I'm a- UHHH! I'M A DIRTY, DIRTY FUCKING WHORE!" she howled as he fucked her into even more of one with each powerful thrust.
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