Looking up at the large and objectively beautiful building would normally fill one with pride and a sense of security. The large blue 'A' on the side ensuring that all within it would be safe and protected.
Too bad that didn't apply for those around it.
His car had been destroyed by a scrap the Avengers had been in the week before, and while Tony Stark had replaced and even upgraded the old clunky piece of crap he had been driving he had been asked to come in and finalize some legal matters. Mostly signing paperwork and releases and what-not.
So as he looked up at the large building the only thing he felt was anxious. He was going to be surrounded by people who could throw him the length of a continent. And had a meeting with one of them in particular, Jennifer Walters. Better known as She-hulk, or one of them at least. He knows there are a couple of them, and at least one of them is red for some reason.
But that was neither here nor there, he had a meeting with her, and he just wanted to get it over with, and hope that he manages to keep his eyes from wandering south too much. If those comics and photos he saw were accurate he was going to have a hard time with that. He's only 20, hopefully she won't fault him for some harmless wandering eyes, especially if he begs her not to throw him into the sun.
After being buzzed in by an automated receptionist and is ushered into an elevator with no buttons but starts moving the second the doors close, opening a few minutes later to a wide open area. He nearly faints as he sees Tony Stark, TONY FREAKIN' STARK, standing just a few feet away talking to who you can only assume is Ms. Potts.
He doesn't know how long you stand their gaping at them before they turn, seeming amused and confused by his gawking.
"Uh… Can I help you pal?" Tony Stark, Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist just spoke to him. A no name broke courier who sleeps in his car more often than not.
"uhhh… I have a meeting with Ms. Walters" He hopes that doesn't sound like a question. Tony turns towards you, seeming to try and use you as an excuse to leave the conversation with his better half only to be cut off before she gets the chance.
"In the gym, down the hall. Third door on your left." Ms. Potts is curt and to the point before dragging Tony away, leaving him to find his own way. He considers himself lucky no other superheroes pass him as he goes to where the famous She-hulk was apparently residing.
That is until the door slides open in front of you and you are greeted with a sight most people would kill for.
She-hulk is on her back, bench pressing far more than you could ever weigh, let alone lift. Standing by her head was her supposed spotter, Thor, or at least one of them. The female one, he thinks her name used to be Janice or something like that. But she isn't alone. With her are the famous Captain Marvel and Black Widow as they talk over the grunts of the green woman next to them. But that isn't all.
Seeing four goddesses, one literal, would be enough to make his brain overload but what nearly breaks him is their attire. Every single one of them is dressed in nothing more than the tightest pairs of booty shorts you had ever seen and sports bras. Showing their long and toned legs as well and far more cleavage than you had ever dared to hope to see, and in the case of Black Widow hugging her perfect heart shaped pillow of an ass perfectly.
"Frost?"
"Waxed. And all takes her 'ice-queen' moniker far too seriously."
"Storm?"
"Only shaven when the marriage is going well, and total bottom."
"Grey?"
"Whatever frost tells her to-Hey? Can we help you?"
He nearly jumps out of his skin as four pairs of accusing eyes turn to him. He only hopes that they don't kill him for being star struck. And it's not like he doesn't have a reason for being here.
"Uh… My name is John Stevens. I have a meeting with Ms. Walters as 1. Ms. Potts told me she was in here." Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me.
"Ah shit. Forgot about that." She-hulk sets the weights back onto the stand above her before sitting up turning to face him, her face appraising if somewhat frustrated. Apparently you cut her workout short. "Janet, can you show him to my office while I clean up?"
Before he can even react there is a small woman about the size of his hand hovering less than an inch from your face. He nearly had a heart attack but takes pride in the fact that he didn't jump, or soil his pants. And did you imagine that she flew out of the She-hulks top?
"Sure thing Jen. Follow me."
He doesn't have time to respond before she returns to her normal height, still a few inches shorter than you, and leading you away from the gym and the talking women. And as much as you hate losing sight of those goddesses half naked he can't complain, not when the wasp was walking in front of him wearing the same shorts and swaying her hips like that. Every step exaggerated in what must be an intentional display, as he follows. His eyes never leaving that surprisingly big and soft looking ass.
Oh the things he would do to the women in this tower. If only he wasn't so far out of his league it wasn't funny. And if only he could actually sleep with them without having to worry about his bones breaking. Because they're strong, not because of assault.
"Alright. Wait here, and I will go see where Jen is." She disappears with a wink before you get the chance to explain. But at least she didn't seem to mind that you were openly staring at her ass. So you were safe from her at least, although those other three seemed less than pleased.
As did your pants. Those swaying hips had mesmerized him, and now his cock was aching and he had no chance of relieving it. There was no way in hell he was going to go to the bathroom to take care of it, and he doubted that Ms. Walter would appreciate being propositioned by him, he liked his dick where it was thank you. But he would like it even better if it were in her-
NO! Bad brain!
He adjusts himself, hoping that he can at least hide the painful erection when in walked Jennifer Walters herself.
Wearing nothing more than a smile, and a tiny woman sitting on her tits as she motorboated them. A smile gracing her features as she looks him up and down, her eyes settling on the bulge he had been desperately trying to hide a minute ago.
"you were right Janet. He is big." She licks her lips as she continues to stare at his crotch, while Janet continues to bury her face in the large and soft mounds sitting high on her chest. "So… John. I'm really sorry about your car. On behalf of the Avengers I hope you will let me make it up to you."
He watches as she stalks over to a couch along the wall before lying back onto it, pinching and groping her own breasts as she moans in an exaggerated fashion. One hand lightly rubbing at her pussy below her, her outer lips already swollen and glistening.
He can see the wasp, back to her size when he first saw her turn her plump rear towards him, shaking it enticingly as she continues to smother herself in the soft green mounds.
Who was he to turn down such a tempting and kind offer?
He had never removed his clothes as quickly as he does now. Nearly ripping them off and tossing them away, never taking his eyes off of all the flesh revealed to him, blushing at the whistle the She-hulk lets out when his cock finally is released into the air. And almost embarrassing himself in his hurry to join them on the couch.
His mouth waters as he moves between her outstretched legs, watching her fingers disappear into her wet folds. Only to stop when she places a foot on his chest.
"Nuh uh, big boy. Don't want to crush you… or your friend. Up here." He hands had left her pussy and grabbed both of her large tits, easily the size of her head and oh so soft looking.
He would have embarrassed of his enthusiasm, but how often do you have two, TWO, superheroes inviting you into their bed… couch, whatever.
He straddles her stomach as his cock comes to a rest between the green mounds, Wasp moving up to let him get in place as he own hand works between her legs. Nuzzled between two large tits while staring at a cock larger than her, must be a nymphomaniacs dream.
But the only dreams he is concerned with are his own, as She-hulk pushes her tits together, creating a tight channel for him to thrust his dick into as his length is massaged by the soft and warm titflesh enveloping it.
He wastes no time, placing his hands over her own as he thrusts as hard as he can, watching as the breasts jiggle and ripple with the impact of her thrusts, the tip of his cock rubbing against the shrunken woman every time he bottoms out in the makeshift fuck hole, feeling fluid drip onto his cock from her. Whether it was from her pussy or mouth or even both he didn't know nor care. He was in the Avengers tower, naked and fucking She-hulks tits while a tiny wasp slobbered all over his cockhead from her perch in said breasts. It was as close to any of the fantasies he, and the rest of the world, had for the many members of the superhero team as he was like to get. And he wasn't going to waste it.
His hips move faster than he had ever thought possible, the large and plush tits making for the perfect sleeve as he continues to thrust his cock in the valley between. Two sets of eyes looking up at him, smiling with lust and mirth. Pre leaks from his tip, covering Janet as he continues to ram his cock in the valley below her. He watches with wide eyes as she turns onto her stomach, pushing her fat ass towards him.
His breathing quickens as she meets his eyes, looking directly at him as she uses on hand to wipe his precum off of her body only to bring it to her mouth. Moaning as she tastes the appetizers to her upcoming meal.
It was too much.
His entire body goes ridged as he pushes his hips forward, flush against the underside of the large mounds. They likely would have been red and sore if she were any other woman, if not outright bruised from his frantic thrusts.
But as it were she was fine, extremely turned on and dripping onto the couch but still fine. And all too eager to accept the facial she was receiving, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide to make herself an appealing target for the cock cumming all over her features.
Awash with pleasure he feels that he could die happy right there. Looking down at the smirking and cum coated face of probably the strongest woman alive, who had let herself be debased and have her breasts used by some no name normal person. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse, or lay, in the mouth.
Or he was… Especially as she opens her mouth and shows him the cum resting on her tongue. Making a show of playing with it before swallowing. His still hard cock twitches as he watches the show.
Something The Wasp is all too keen to notice, a sunny smile on her features as she relishes in the feeling of cum coating her entire body. The one orgasm enough to give her a full body bukkake, and make her orgasm herself as she shook and drooled a little.
But they weren't done. He was still hard, and as he watches Janet pull apart her large cheeks and shove two fingers into her own backdoor as Jennifer uses her fingers to gather his cum and lick her fingers clean, moaning as she swallows more of his seed. There was no way they were done yet.
"So, who is up for round two?"
A pair of sultry smirks tells him everything he needs to know.
He could definitely die happy here.