Marvel Oneshots And Crack

😘milk

continuation of the last one

Steve POV

The next day, I'm in the weird medical room again. I look around, trying to sit up without my arms. Wait, what's wrong with my arms? I turn and wiggle, but I can't see over my round belly and even rounder breasts, currently heavy with milk. I feel my shirt get cold, and I feel my face heat. I...I'm leaking. 

I try once more to use my arms, and then again. But they remain in place, held back by something very soft. I try and try, even farting from exertion. But to my frustration, I can't get free. The sudden jostling and exertion causes my breasts to dribble milk all over my shirt. 

"Easy, Cap, okay? Tony, you've got the pump, right?"

Pump? What's that? Should I recognize that weird thing suddenly massaging my breasts? 

I stare in confusion and fear, and then arousal at my breasts being fondled by a weird contraption. Oh...wait...that feels insanely good!

I'm suddenly flush with heat and desire. Oh my golly, am I on asthma meds again? Oh, hell yes. 

I giggle deliriously, stupidly. Oh, golly, I'm just a stupid, stupid...what was I saying again? It doesn't matter. 

"Tony...this looks like drugs."

"Hormones are chemicals, Bruce. He is intoxicated. And to the extreme."

"I...Tony, listen, this is freaking me out."

"Big guy, Bruce, let's get you some of your CBD pills. Tony and Thor got it all covered."

"..just hard to see Steve completely out of his horny mind.."

Horny? Oh yes, I'm so so horny! I squirm, uncomfortably aroused. I try to speak, but I'm distracted by my breasts being fondled. Oh... that's so amazing. I.. I think I'm aroused by it.

I begin humping the air, thrusting my plush behind into the soft thing I'm laying on.

"Good God."

"Fury, he got worse. It's so ..so bad. He's completely lost it."

"Holy...motherfuckin hell."

"We can't just leave him unattended, not right now. He.. he's a liability."

I moan, writhing and whimpering when I am intensely aroused and completely stupid. I'm a mindless animal, fucking when I can, peeing on TVs. The machine is still massaging my breasts, rendering me helpless, lost in complete bliss. 

As suddenly as it began, the pump is turned off. I watch as it's detached from me, each breast jiggling in response to being freed. I try to see over them, to see why it feels like my pants are gone, but my breasts are just too round. My eyes are met by unfamiliar fabric. 

Sighing, feeling uncomfortable, I look around, able to think straight now that I'm not having my chest played with. My face gets hot with shame. Oh my golly. They...they saw all of that.

I can't look at them. "H-hey fellas."

"Um, hey Cap. Feel better now?" Tony asks, looking cautious, his voice unusually gentle, how you would talk to a child. 

I shift, and my breasts jiggle, making my face heat. "Y-y-yeah."

"Steve, I know you hate being restrained, but it's a safety measure." Fury appears, his face rather somber. 

I try to remember everything from the past month, and then I get distracted by the memory of cold, sweet, creamy butter in my mouth, weighing down my belly like a bowling bowl. My tummy growls and gurgles, and I struggle against the restraints. 

My shoulder is rubbed, and I'm so soothed I feel myself go limp, my breasts and my belly wobbling from the movement. 

My face red from exertion and embarrassment, I say, "Let me go, I'm hungry. I...I need butter."

"Trust me, heifer, you do not need more butter." Tony quips.

I frown in confusion, and I notice they're all snickering. I burst out, "My name is Steve!"

"It was a joke, Cap. Y'know...'cause you're producing milk." Clint explains, grinning. 

I sigh, feeling my temper rising. I thrash against the restraints, using all my strength. But to my fear and frustration, I can't break them. I try flexing my biceps, but instead of a bulge of muscle, I only see jiggly fat that ripples when I move. 

"Clint, not a good idea. You know how sensitive he's been. His brain is fried from hormones."

I begin to cry. "I need fucking butter! I just need some butter! Please, I won't eat two pounds this time!"

My shoulders are massaged, and I whimper, pouting as I let them soothe me. "Mmmmmf."

"I know, buddy, it feels nice, doesn't it? Can someone get him some butter?"

"I'll get it, not like I can do anything to help otherwise." Fury states, swiftly leaving. When he turns, his face softens, and he unwraps a delicious stick of Kerrygold with a smirk. 

I gulp and open my mouth, letting him feed me. I eat and eat, and it vaguely occurs to me...this is way more than just one stick of butter. I eat on, not caring how fat this will make me become. I'm in bliss!

But they don't stop feeding me, not even when my belly is feeling very heavy, very large, very full. When I begin to feel pain and very loud gurgles from my belly, I whimper. But the butter still doesn't stop. I'm filled with fear, trying to turn my head away. 

Finally, I'm given one last bite, and then Fury pulls away. Wrappers are all over the floor and my bed. I try to shift, uncomfortable with how bloated and stuffed I am. But I'm so heavy that I can't move an inch. 

I belch, and then I can't stop. I try and try to talk, but it's very difficult. "You just-" Burp. "-completely stu-stu-" Belch. "-ffed me! I can't even m-mo-" Burp, followed by a loud fart. "-move! And now, oh golly, I can't-" Burp. "-can't even-" Belch, and then a violent fart. "-I can't stop!"

Natasha is watching me with a smirk. I pout, awkwardly farting uncontrollably as she begins to massage my belly. I can't help it, I moan very loudly. She snickers. "You're so cute."

Her lips land on my forehead, and I melt a little at how tender she is. "I love you."

"I love you too, Steve. Damn, look at that belly!" She says with a grin. 

I say with a whimper and a pout, "I'm huge, Nat."

She giggles. "I know, and you look so cute!"

I let myself smile. "Nuh uh."