Wanda smirked smugly as she felt you lodged in her butt, slamming it into the island counter as she sipped water.
Honestly this was your fault. She'd played a negligible role in saving the universe from Thanos and she was owed some happiness. Nat was dead, Steve had abandoned them all (and even his brainwashed boyfriend! Honestly what was the point of that stupid civil war if Steve was just going to up and leave his BFF the first chance he got?) and Vision was dead. And once she'd gotten his corpse back from S.W.O.R.D., Banner had adamantly refused to bring Vision back online (citing some nonsense about Vision's will).
And that was where you came in. After Wanda had claimed the plot of land that Vision had bought for the two of them, you had had the misfortune of being relatively nearby. Handsome enough to catch her eye, she had a given you a... small role in her sitcom world. Though in hindsight she wondered if shrinking you had roused your suspicions about this whole situation.
Raising an eyebrow, Wanda felt a surge of adrenaline, which she quickly narrowed down to you trying to escape her fleshy confines. With a sadistic chuckle, Wanda clenched her bulbous ass cheeks and slammed them into you.
You meanwhile had decided it was best to try and wiggle out of this, admittedly sexy, ass. What you were hoping was that this lunatic had so much blubber in her rear that she wouldn't be able to feel your movements. Unfortunately for you, you had no way of accounting for Wanda's telepathy, causing you to be caught off-guard when the enormous ass cheeks slammed into you.
It was a sensation you hadn't expected. Partly because you had precisely zero frame of reference for being lodged in the ass of, what you assumed to be, an escaped mental patient. But mostly because the ass was so large and unbelievably soft. Had this woman ever done any physical activity in her life? Well... maybe you could stay here a while. After all, it was important that you learn your lesson.
It was just as you were settling in that you felt Wanda's voluptuous ass shaking. It was a uniquely pleasurable experience. Wanda had so much ass fat that she even the impact of her mountainous cheeks was harmless.
You still had no way of knowing that Wanda's powers had let her hear your monologue or that she was now self-consciously groping her butt. Neither HYDRA nor the Avengers had used her powers in a purely combative role. Usually she was support, deflecting objects or playing mind games, usually relying on willpower and hand gestures to fight. As a result, she now realized, she had very little in the way of conventional muscle mass. And anything she might have had had likely withered away in those two years she hid in Edinburg following the civil war. With a frown, she felt that her cheeks were so big that they were now touching each other. If she didn't do something soon, they'd likely burst out of her panties.
A truly evil smirk broke out on Wanda's face as she began channeling her power once again.
You meanwhile were about to settle down for a nap before you felt the world spin, though thankfully the right butt cheek was there to hold you in place. Before you could process that more, a field of red sparkles lifted you out of the ass and into the now coloured room.
"What the?" You said before Wanda's enormous face, with a smile of pure insanity, came into view. Looking down you saw she was now dressed in what looked like an exercise outfit from the 1980s, with pink leggings and a red top and shorts.
"Are we in the 1980s?" You asked.
"Yep. We've left I Love Lucy for Full House."
"I never saw Full House." You admitted. "Any chance we could jump ahead to the '90s and Seinfeld?"
"I never saw that." She admitted.
"What!? You've never seen Seinfeld? What the hell is wrong with you?" You asked before pausing. "Besides the obvious."
Wanda's expression shifted into one of mock offence. "Excuse me? I'm your wife. I was going to say we go exercising but I think you need more of a time out." She began to levitate you back to her ass. "Oh wait." With a wave of her free hand, your 1950s business suit shifted to a 1980s Marty McFly-esque outfit as you plummeted back into her derriere.
Landing, you reflected that this had certainly taken a turn for the worse. Wanda's now skintight outfit was leaving you with a loss wiggle room.
And your troubles were only just beginning. With a shudder, you felt Wanda's legs bend as she began doing her squats, hearing the distant boom of some '80s workout video.
"Oh god." You cursed as the combination of the skintight outfit and the sheer gravity of the ass began pushing you towards the centre of the mass. With a sharp tug, you felt your feet disappear into Wanda's crack, slowly but surely sliding in as the ass opened and closed for each squat.
"Ok Wanda? I've learnt my lesson!" You called as inched ever closer to her asshole. "WANDA!?"
1) Too caught up in her workout, Wanda doesn't hear you, sending you right down into her moist hole.
2) As it turns out, having never done it before, Wanda has an incredibly low tolerance for exercise, toppling over with all her weight on you. But do keep squirming. It's a nice post-workout message.
3) After a few tense moments, Wanda decides that you've learnt your lesson, pulling you out.
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