Tiger, Wasp, and Ant
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
minecrafter
Wasp shook her thoughts of a threesome off, at least for now. It would be selfish of her to ask so soon after Hank finished his hard work on his new and improved Pym Particles, and even though she fantasized about other people she wanted to be considerate to him, too. Not to mention the fact that her husband could be a bit... unstable at times. She knew all to well what could happen if Hank got mad enough, remembering how he created Ultron and even fought against his fellow Avengers. That was long in the past for the scientist, who had worked hard to redeem himself. She forgave him for the things he did, even when some other heroes didn't. But she also knew that having your spouse have sex with someone, or maybe even multiple someones, while being forced to listen and not having a say in it could drive anyone who wasn't a sex-maniac like her crazy. She'd bring it up in a few weeks and see if he'd go for it then, once the novelty started to wear off.
Janet let out a moan; with how Hank was going inside her stomach, she'd probably be able to hold off on asking for a threesome for some time, herself. But, since she still had a craving for more than one thing inside of her holes... She walked back to their bedroom, feeling Ant-Man bounce, hump, and explore her stomach all the while, and went over to her dresser where she kept all of her toys. She had quite a collection of them, and she even had a few flesh-lights and onaholes that Hank would use with her to simulate him having sex while she was in another woman's pussy or ass, or that she would use to pretend that she was fishing her husband out of another girl's rear end or sex. She sighed softly; it was a good indication that he'd be alright with a threesome anyways, but she still didn't want to hurt his feelings. She just hoped that when the time came he really did accept her idea.
---
A few weeks passed, and Hank and Janet took that time to explore every nook and cranny of each other. The both of them had become well acquainted with each other at their various sizes in the past, but now they truly knew each other inside and out. They had returned to their Avenger duties as well, though thankfully they still were able to spend a lot of time together due to the recent additions to their roster, including power houses Dr. Strange, Wolverine, and Spider-Woman. Not to mention all the other heroes that had cropped up; even a city as big as New York was starting to feel crowded at this point. Of course, in Janet's mind each addition to the Avengers was another potential partner she could invite to have a threesome, an idea which she was about to spring on her husband-
She moaned as the muscular walls closed in on her again, gasping as they squeezed against her naked breasts. ...she'd spring her idea right after she got outside of him, she thought, massaging the bump on the floor in front of her and making her husband clench up again, his cries of ecstasy music to the Wasp's ears as she sat in his rectum, playing with his prostate directly. It had taken Hank some coaxing, since he liked it inside of her belly so much, but eventually she convinced him to swallow her. She had wanted to experience the inside of someone's stomach too, after all, and if she had to wait for him to be ready to have a threesome before she did that she'd end up diving down someone's throat.
He had taken to it pretty well, and although he didn't get as much pleasure out of having someone in his stomach as she did he had still eaten her a good number of times. Of course, then Wasp got curious about the REST of the human digestive system, which led to her crawling into Hank's intestines during one of their sessions. She had came countless times during the trip, but once she got to Hank's colon- well, that's when things became really interesting. She had massaged it, licked it, sucked it, humped it, giving the man countless orgasms. And the kicker was that once he let her out, he had apologized because he thought he had left her in there too long! Wasp chuckled at the memory, feeling Hank's bowels tighten up once again as he splurted out yet more cum. She looked forward to bathing in it; after Hank wasted so much of it the first time, she asked him to cum inside of a container so that she could have some first. She wanted Hank's balls to be completely drained when she sprung the question, his mind so over loaded with pleasure that he'd do any depraved thing she asked.
---
Wasp slipped out of the tight hole with ease, covered with slime and exhausted but happy. She flew up, going to rest on her husband's chest as he sat there nearly comatose, panting for breath. Hank looked at her with a dopey smile that looked funny on his usually analytical face, making Wasp giggle at the sight.
"You're amazing, Jan," he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed. Wasp smiled at the compliment, and flew up to his face. He was exhausted and probably wanted to cuddle her to sleep, but before he did she had to ask.
"Hank? You've had a lot of fun these past few weeks, right?"
"Oh, Jan," he groaned, "I've never been more happy."
"Well... what would you sat if we decided to share that happiness with some of our friends?"
Hank's eyes crossed as he looked at Janet in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Janet sighed in relief; he was curious, not angry or upset. "Well, I've been thinking about some of the things we used to do, before you made this new type of Pym Particle. The stuff we did with your toys, you know?" Hank nodded in understanding, and Janet continued, "Well, I had a lot of fun doing those things... and I know you did too... so I thought, why not try them out, but for real this time?"
Hank closed his eyes in thought, staying silent for several seconds. Janet twisted in place nervously, wondering what he was thinking about. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked down at her again. "Okay."
Janet let out a cheer, flying up to hug her husband's nose. "Oh, thank you Hank! You won't regret it, I promise!"
"We'll have to set some ground rules of course," he said, using the voice he used in lectures, "but so long as we're both responsible and use the proper protections, and don't go behind each other's backs, and keep talking to each other like we've been doing since we got back together... I think we can share our discovery with the other Avengers."
Janet flew off of his nose, growing big at the side of their bed. Though she was still dripping with mucous, she was positively glowing with happiness. "Hey, Hank, I know you're probably too exhausted to do anything... but how'd you like to join me in the shower for a little more relaxation?"
Hank blinked, then groaned as he sat up. It seemed a scientist's work was never done...
---
Hank was sweating as paced around his bedroom, waiting for Wasp and the partner they had both picked out to arrive. He cursed himself; out of all the women in the Avengers Wasp could've suggested first, his wife had to pick his ex-girlfriend, Tigra?! Not that he could blame her; he could've said She-Hulk, or Ms. Marvel, or maybe even Wanda. It would've been weird getting it on with the wife of Vision, who was technically his grandson, but anything would've been less awkward than having sex with his wife and his ex at the same time!
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the bedroom door opened, revealing the cat woman with his wife right behind her, flushed in the face. They were coming back from a girl's night out, which was like what he did when he helped Mr. Fantastic or Tony work on a project, only with less drinking.
"Heeyyyyy Hank!" his wife giggled, and Hank's pulse began to quicken.
"Hey, mousie," Tigra purred, snapping him out of his thoughts as she used his old pet name for him. Hank shuddered as he remembered all the times she had sucked on his body after calling him that, purring in delight as her tongue vigorously licked him. She had often teased him about how he was fortunate that she liked him, because he was just the right size to gobble up. It had made him hard then, but he was positively throbbing now that his dream could be made a reality.
"You really need to teach Janet some of your impulse control; she really outdid herself this time," Tigra laughed as she led her slightly drunken teammate to the bed she shared with Hank, and now with her. "She tried to get started with me on the way here, but I kept things above the belt."
"Tigra..." Hank said, trying to figure out what to say to her. Tigra smirked, and her tail flicked out to cover his lips.
"Don't worry about it Hank. Let's just see where the night takes us. Though, I've got a pretty good idea of where it's going to end," she purred, stroking her furry middle as she licked her lips. Hank's erection nearly burst from his pants at that, and Tigra giggled, sensing his hornyness. "She wouldn't stop talking about it on the drive here. I had to keep my mouth shut because I was afraid that she'd just dive down my throat. Not that I would've minded that much. The two of you don't know how hard it is to keep my instincts in check when I see you running or flying about. It's maddening; I can't think of anything other than your little bodies slipping down my thr-"
Hank cut her off with his tongue, making her eyes widen as he slipped it down her throat. Janet clapped her hands and gave a cheer; "You go, Hank!" When he pulled away, Tigra was shivering, her pupils narrow points as she honed in on her prey.
"Oh, yes," she gasped, rubbing her stomach so that the both of them could see it. "You two little morsels are going to end up right here, where you both belong. We ate at the bar, but I've still got enough room for my little mouse and his slutty wife."
Hank smirked, and began to take off his clothes. Janet did the same, though more clumsily, eventually realizing that she could just shrink instead. "Tigra," Hank spoke, "I hope Janet told you EVERYTHING so you know exactly what you're getting into."
Janet let out a moan; with how Hank was going inside her stomach, she'd probably be able to hold off on asking for a threesome for some time, herself. But, since she still had a craving for more than one thing inside of her holes... She walked back to their bedroom, feeling Ant-Man bounce, hump, and explore her stomach all the while, and went over to her dresser where she kept all of her toys. She had quite a collection of them, and she even had a few flesh-lights and onaholes that Hank would use with her to simulate him having sex while she was in another woman's pussy or ass, or that she would use to pretend that she was fishing her husband out of another girl's rear end or sex. She sighed softly; it was a good indication that he'd be alright with a threesome anyways, but she still didn't want to hurt his feelings. She just hoped that when the time came he really did accept her idea.
---
A few weeks passed, and Hank and Janet took that time to explore every nook and cranny of each other. The both of them had become well acquainted with each other at their various sizes in the past, but now they truly knew each other inside and out. They had returned to their Avenger duties as well, though thankfully they still were able to spend a lot of time together due to the recent additions to their roster, including power houses Dr. Strange, Wolverine, and Spider-Woman. Not to mention all the other heroes that had cropped up; even a city as big as New York was starting to feel crowded at this point. Of course, in Janet's mind each addition to the Avengers was another potential partner she could invite to have a threesome, an idea which she was about to spring on her husband-
She moaned as the muscular walls closed in on her again, gasping as they squeezed against her naked breasts. ...she'd spring her idea right after she got outside of him, she thought, massaging the bump on the floor in front of her and making her husband clench up again, his cries of ecstasy music to the Wasp's ears as she sat in his rectum, playing with his prostate directly. It had taken Hank some coaxing, since he liked it inside of her belly so much, but eventually she convinced him to swallow her. She had wanted to experience the inside of someone's stomach too, after all, and if she had to wait for him to be ready to have a threesome before she did that she'd end up diving down someone's throat.
He had taken to it pretty well, and although he didn't get as much pleasure out of having someone in his stomach as she did he had still eaten her a good number of times. Of course, then Wasp got curious about the REST of the human digestive system, which led to her crawling into Hank's intestines during one of their sessions. She had came countless times during the trip, but once she got to Hank's colon- well, that's when things became really interesting. She had massaged it, licked it, sucked it, humped it, giving the man countless orgasms. And the kicker was that once he let her out, he had apologized because he thought he had left her in there too long! Wasp chuckled at the memory, feeling Hank's bowels tighten up once again as he splurted out yet more cum. She looked forward to bathing in it; after Hank wasted so much of it the first time, she asked him to cum inside of a container so that she could have some first. She wanted Hank's balls to be completely drained when she sprung the question, his mind so over loaded with pleasure that he'd do any depraved thing she asked.
---
Wasp slipped out of the tight hole with ease, covered with slime and exhausted but happy. She flew up, going to rest on her husband's chest as he sat there nearly comatose, panting for breath. Hank looked at her with a dopey smile that looked funny on his usually analytical face, making Wasp giggle at the sight.
"You're amazing, Jan," he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed. Wasp smiled at the compliment, and flew up to his face. He was exhausted and probably wanted to cuddle her to sleep, but before he did she had to ask.
"Hank? You've had a lot of fun these past few weeks, right?"
"Oh, Jan," he groaned, "I've never been more happy."
"Well... what would you sat if we decided to share that happiness with some of our friends?"
Hank's eyes crossed as he looked at Janet in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Janet sighed in relief; he was curious, not angry or upset. "Well, I've been thinking about some of the things we used to do, before you made this new type of Pym Particle. The stuff we did with your toys, you know?" Hank nodded in understanding, and Janet continued, "Well, I had a lot of fun doing those things... and I know you did too... so I thought, why not try them out, but for real this time?"
Hank closed his eyes in thought, staying silent for several seconds. Janet twisted in place nervously, wondering what he was thinking about. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked down at her again. "Okay."
Janet let out a cheer, flying up to hug her husband's nose. "Oh, thank you Hank! You won't regret it, I promise!"
"We'll have to set some ground rules of course," he said, using the voice he used in lectures, "but so long as we're both responsible and use the proper protections, and don't go behind each other's backs, and keep talking to each other like we've been doing since we got back together... I think we can share our discovery with the other Avengers."
Janet flew off of his nose, growing big at the side of their bed. Though she was still dripping with mucous, she was positively glowing with happiness. "Hey, Hank, I know you're probably too exhausted to do anything... but how'd you like to join me in the shower for a little more relaxation?"
Hank blinked, then groaned as he sat up. It seemed a scientist's work was never done...
---
Hank was sweating as paced around his bedroom, waiting for Wasp and the partner they had both picked out to arrive. He cursed himself; out of all the women in the Avengers Wasp could've suggested first, his wife had to pick his ex-girlfriend, Tigra?! Not that he could blame her; he could've said She-Hulk, or Ms. Marvel, or maybe even Wanda. It would've been weird getting it on with the wife of Vision, who was technically his grandson, but anything would've been less awkward than having sex with his wife and his ex at the same time!
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the bedroom door opened, revealing the cat woman with his wife right behind her, flushed in the face. They were coming back from a girl's night out, which was like what he did when he helped Mr. Fantastic or Tony work on a project, only with less drinking.
"Heeyyyyy Hank!" his wife giggled, and Hank's pulse began to quicken.
"Hey, mousie," Tigra purred, snapping him out of his thoughts as she used his old pet name for him. Hank shuddered as he remembered all the times she had sucked on his body after calling him that, purring in delight as her tongue vigorously licked him. She had often teased him about how he was fortunate that she liked him, because he was just the right size to gobble up. It had made him hard then, but he was positively throbbing now that his dream could be made a reality.
"You really need to teach Janet some of your impulse control; she really outdid herself this time," Tigra laughed as she led her slightly drunken teammate to the bed she shared with Hank, and now with her. "She tried to get started with me on the way here, but I kept things above the belt."
"Tigra..." Hank said, trying to figure out what to say to her. Tigra smirked, and her tail flicked out to cover his lips.
"Don't worry about it Hank. Let's just see where the night takes us. Though, I've got a pretty good idea of where it's going to end," she purred, stroking her furry middle as she licked her lips. Hank's erection nearly burst from his pants at that, and Tigra giggled, sensing his hornyness. "She wouldn't stop talking about it on the drive here. I had to keep my mouth shut because I was afraid that she'd just dive down my throat. Not that I would've minded that much. The two of you don't know how hard it is to keep my instincts in check when I see you running or flying about. It's maddening; I can't think of anything other than your little bodies slipping down my thr-"
Hank cut her off with his tongue, making her eyes widen as he slipped it down her throat. Janet clapped her hands and gave a cheer; "You go, Hank!" When he pulled away, Tigra was shivering, her pupils narrow points as she honed in on her prey.
"Oh, yes," she gasped, rubbing her stomach so that the both of them could see it. "You two little morsels are going to end up right here, where you both belong. We ate at the bar, but I've still got enough room for my little mouse and his slutty wife."
Hank smirked, and began to take off his clothes. Janet did the same, though more clumsily, eventually realizing that she could just shrink instead. "Tigra," Hank spoke, "I hope Janet told you EVERYTHING so you know exactly what you're getting into."
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