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Season of the Witch(Spiderman to Scarlet Witch)
🕑 Added 2020-10-29 09:27:30 +0000 UTC
Magic. One of the most volatile abilities on the planet, and the most rewarding given proper time to develop and learn of its wild inconsistencies. It was like harnessing the undercurrent of the world, dragging a hurricane to your will and compressing it with only the wherewithal of your own body. Obviously it required intense focus as even the slightest of slip-ups could unleash devastating results onto the world at larg-
"Oooh what's the red glowy stuff? Why's your magic different from Dr Strange's? Is there a science to all of this?"
Wanda sighed, annoyed that she was stuck with Avengers babysitting while everyone else was out doing actual work. It wasn't like she didn't have anything to do either, but Strange had offloaded the little hyperactive sponge onto her not too long after he went into the multiverse to deal with some vague existential threat of which he did not properly explain. What could this threat do? Who the hell knew, he always kept things tight to the chest and he had been mentoring the spider kid for a few months now. In what, she didn't know since his magic was nonexistent and he was more likely to send himself into a black hole or change into an alternate universe him than do anything productive. He was clearly a fiddler, one of those people who couldn't stay still and constantly had to mess with things.
"Don't touch anything okay? I'm not trying to have you burst a hole in space time cause you were messing around!"
"Sorry miss witch lady."
"It's Wanda!"
And to think she wanted kids at some point. Well that was off the table for the foreseeable future for a number of depressing reasons, but at least she knew she wasn't missing much. Her current spell was meant to be like a magic EMP, there to force all the charging electrons and batteries to either glitch or destroy enemy tech, which might not have been the best idea to do near a tech suited teenage boy while she was trying to focus.
To be fair, she didn't even know his name properly, thinking it was either Paul or Patrick or something beginning with a P. So there was no way of knowing that he had brought a shit ton of complex technological systems into a testing room that was only supposed to have a phone turn on or off based on if it worked. She had gone into full focus mode, shutting everything out, even Peter's meek worries as he could feel red sparks start to propagate alongside his suit. The onboard ai was devolving into a mess of error messages and glitchy, pitch shifting messages, each outburst causing a meeker, more nervous yelp as Peter tried doing some quick fixes on the glitched out suit to no avail.
"Um W-Witch lady or whoever you are I don't think this is righ- the entire suit suddenly jerked as Wanda prepared to send most of the charge conducting electrons around her into another dimension, the suit misreading it as an attack, the automatic safety features bursting to life as they targeted Wanda in a last ditch effort to stop the drain. Peter was horrified as the various weapons systems turned their focus all on Wanda, his feeble attempts at knocking them off course doing little against the advanced AI as they locked on and fired a few concussive blasts right as she was about to release all of her energy. This was bad for a number of reasons, the least of which was the minimal damage dealt to her, the main concern being her world rending magic going out of whack as her particles and atoms burned red like a human flare gun.
All Peter knew was that he was way out of his ability and league to even consider helping, stuck in slackjawed awe as her body teleported around the room, bouncing against walls as her body was like Schrodinger's cat, both there and not. Her body suddenly vanished, leaving a nervous Peter about to ask if she was okay when the red glow surrounded him, her molten atoms forming around him as he screamed before a small explosion rocketed him into a wall.
Obviously he was completely freaked out, unsure what the hell he had just seen, but convinced his suit had just atomized one of the avengers.
“Oh crap oh crap oh crap I have to call someone and get this undone. S-Strange could reverse this right? Oh god I hope so or I’m going to go to super jail! Everyone already hates me cause of that Mysterio stu-"
"Shut up I'm still here." Peter whirled his head around, trying to find the source of Wanda's disembodied voice.
"Oh so you're like invisible or something now?"
The voice audibly sighed, again with no apparent source.
"You messed up my atomic dimensional rift so all my atoms got bounced around and popped to the nearest host that could handle them."
Peter didn't really know how to respond to that, so he gave an awkward, "Oh that's... so that's cool right cause you said you're still here and-"
"You're the host Peter. Sorry about this, but hey at least it feels good after the searing pain.”
"Wait what are you talking about what searing- GAHHH~!"
It felt like he was wearing his old spidey suit, the one he had outgrown only in this case his skin was the suit. Over the course of a minute, Peter whimpered as every bone in his body broke, reformed and rebroke in a cycle of minor growths as his skin stretched to its breaking point before slacking. He was getting taller, buffer and there was a really nasty feeling of body hair sprouting everywhere, wiry bits forcing themselves out of his pores only to be sheared off as his skin was pulled tight again by his body growing. All in all, it was a really shitty two minutes where his short life had flashed enough times to become a boring rerun and thankfully it was calming down, more muscular jerks than the feeling of being torn apart as he gasped from the release of tension.
"Oh thank god that's over, that was almost as bad as the time I got duste- Wait is my voice deeper?"
Patting his body down, Peter noticed at some point his suit had torn, likely sensing the stress it'd have on his skeleton if it didn't change to fit his new height and broadness. He was stacked, in more ways than one as the adrenaline and testosterone rush sent his now adult schlong extending, his skin still hairless from the tightening it underwent.
"That's not all tiger, you're 22 now, and a fine enough looker."
"EEK! I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to let you see that and uh... how do you know the exact age? That's- Ohhh~ wh-what the heck is happening down, mmgh~!"
A sudden throbbing had attached itself to the base of his cock, something warm and slippery noticeably swimming into his body, his hard cock drooping down before rocketing back up, harder than before and more pink. There was a slight red glow coming from his groin, similar to Wanda's magic as a bizarre kind of pleasure ran up and down his manhood.
"Oh that? Don't worry it's just the estrogen taking over your testosterone. You got past the painful part, now you can at least enjoy the rest."
Peter had too many questions to ask, but before could ask any of them, he doubled over, grunting as the muscles he had just gained were throbbing in time with his cock, their separate fibers all threading inside his body, slowly flattening the six pack and well defined musculature into a flatter expanse. Unlike the other changes, this was thankfully painless. Well actually it felt really good, the gentle throbbing triggering serotonin to drip down at a nice steady pace, his confusion masked in a haze of warm bliss. Before he knew it, he was rubbing the softened contours of his waist, moaning as his sides began to squeeze inwards, curving as red sparks burned through the fat and muscle as a magically slim tummy greeted the hero.
"See? Told you you'd enjoy this part."
Even clouded with pleasure, it wasn't hard to figure out the rest, from the red sparks of magic, the unmanly physique his abdomen sported and the mention of estrogen taking over testosterone.
"I-I'm turning into y-oooh?!"
The bass tone his voice had gained was already being rolled back, a burnt cherry taste rising from his throat as magic worked at his Adam's Apple. Already it was back to his old voice, slightly higher at the end as his cock trembled, his balls feeling warm and loose.
"Yep."
He waited for more, eyes wavering as he shut his face tight in a low moan, his spine bristling as he ran his hands over it, the joints starting to curdle and pop. Inches were rolling back in a big way, the dropped height pumping that mass down in alternating sources, both slowly but surely filling his ass with added heft. Before he'd lose the ability to talk through how absurdly good it felt cause seriously, the sensations of fat sewing itself into the muscle of his ass cheeks and forcing it out in squishy bursts was making his balls start to squeeze, his cock barely hanging on to itself, he had to get more info.
"That's a-AHHHlll?! Wh-What's g-Huuunna h-haaaa~ppen to me-eeEEEEEEEEE?!"
His spine snapped sending a shockwave through his crumbling height as a spurt of watery cum splattered down his legs. While he moaned and tried to stem the tide down below, Wanda passive aggressively mocked the boy.
"What more is there to explain? You fucked up, messed up my spell and now my atomically disentangled body has picked you to take my place! I know you're old enough to have popped a few anatomy text books, but if you need it spelled out for you, you're going to grow a nice pair of tits and your cock is gonna fuck yourself out of this body till only I'm left. Don't worry though, it's gonna feel amazing and I'll bring you back. Well, eventually, I still need to figure out HOW to reverse this."
Usually Peter would attempt a quip in a serious moment like this, but he was dealing with the very real sensation of his balls shriveling, magic burning through them as they forcefully slid into his body. All the testosterone in his body was shooting out, the bits that hadn't converted yet pooling on the floor as he moaned and grunted, collapsing to his knees as his ass bubbled up into a bottom so fat it forced his hips to splinter apart, more of his lost height swelling into his thighs. The growing fat nailed the coffin shut on his balls, both slurped up in a messy explosion of ecstasy as fluids pumped out his cock, the poor hero utterly stunned with ecstasy as magic prickled at his nipples, red bands forming along their perimeter. Another ring had formed over his cock, moving up and down and juicing it for all it was worth, his spider senses tingling something fierce as he noticed that each downward press forced a little more inside, his eyes spinning about as he squealed.
Every piece of him was sensitive beyond belief, to the point where he could feel the slivers of cock as they rolled inside, slowly flipping inside out as magic flowed under his chest, solidifying into fat. His releases were clear now, the magic not even leaving the stuff on the ground male as the cloudy fluids sparked red and turned crystalline. Wanda was moaning just as loud in his head, their bodies syncing up more and more as red crept up his scalp and exploded out in a lovely mane of hair, the magic fading back to chestnut.
"Ahhhh~! Ohhh gaaaawwwd~!"
And now it was impossible to tell who was moaning, their voices perfectly matching as his jaw snapped his face into a tighter formation, his lips stinging as magic plumped them into scarlet suckers. Pulling at the locks obscuring his vision, magic sprung at his fingertips, shooting into his softening features, sanding down the masculine structures of his hands and most importantly, giving control over to Wanda.
Moaning, she flexed his hands, feeling the joints pop into familiar formations, the nails dyed black with corruption. She had mostly planned on being an observer till the merge finalized, but one thing she hadn't expected was enjoying it this much, relishing this dweeb's moans as more of her took over, his body overly sensitive to even the slightest shifts, thoroughly enjoying each corruptive pop and shift as she forced her body back into reality. She had to hold back how much she was relishing this, avoiding a mocking joke as she pressed her changed hands against her breasts, sending more and more magic in to grow her bosom. The fat surged up, magic arcing out in uncontrolled lightning shocks that tore at Peter's ruined suit, retrofitting the fabric into a simpler red jacket, the leather singing against their skin as Wanda's breasts rose up and jiggled, another clear jet of release pouring out between their thighs.
It was getting harder for either one to tell who was who as their minds bore the brunt of a maelstrom of pleasure, her hands digging into her finished breasts while the wires and metal pieces melted under her magic. In their wild contortions Wanda could feel her face emerging, pulsing his nostrils, flecking his eyes with green as they widened under growing lashes. A woman's face smiled, squealing with delight as a hand squeezed a nipple, through the now finished lingerie, a black bra and panties all they had under her coat, her other hand hovering over their receding crotch as she charged up her magic. There were some slivers of Parker left, his hormonal mind easy to drown in lust for a female body, their thighs squeezing against the upwards thrust of a cock that remained. She paused for a second, considering the shriveled thing, hearing a faintly moaned no in her subconscious. But she did say his cock would fuck him out of this body and she wasn't one to lie about her powers now was she?
"YES YESSSS OHHH~ HEEEELL YESSSS!"
The magic rained down on her crotch, no longer random or uncontrolled, Wanda knowing just how to shift it to make the entire shaft collapse. But that wasn't enough, the crumpled thing having red magic replace the blood flow as she made it pop out and slam inside, stronger, deeper, plowing her emerging pussy until she could hold it back no longer, screaming in a rain of red power as her cock inverted with a pop that was more reminiscent of thunder than a simple release.
She knew this was bad, unable to even sense a trace of Peter left, his mind utterly enthralled and entwined with her own, the horniness of a hormonal boy mixed with the unlimited power of a witch. Wanda tried fingering herself, but it wasn't enough, her mind trying to calm itself down as she reformed her uniform. If she could just end this bothersome need between her thighs she could focus long enough to fight it, but it was insistent, her mind repeating how glorious the change had been the conversion, her green eyes dyeing red as magic pumped and propagated, her body overrunning with corruption. Groaning and dripping with malevolence, she staggered out the room, moving into the main hall, her pussy dripping the same red tendrils that were animating her hair, a visible aura around her.
She needed to corrupt again, she needed to feel that thrill, knowing that the more she did it, the better it would feel. It was wrong she knew, but the pleasure had hijacked all the parts of her brain that made her feel good, sending a dizzying array of reasons why she should just give in, her last feeble attempt at resistance to desexify her clothes slightly back to her regular outfit. All of it failed her though when she saw that hero that could shrink eating lunch in a cubicle, watching something on his phone. He was unaware of the doom coming towards him, patient zero ready to make it a full blown infection.
Wanda turned the hero around, forcing her mouth on his as the kiss was literally electric, red bolts singing away his facial hair while swelling his lips to a bloody red pout that leaked drool as she separated, one of his eyes already red and angling as tiny pops and crunches spread.
"Did you like that?"
She didn't even need to ask, his cock hard and pressing against her thighs, her dark nails closing around a nipple as she made him squeal in alien ecstasy, slivers of magic puffing it as the shirt crisped down into a thin black chest band.
"Then you're going to love this!"
Her pussy twitched as she watched his face, first confusion, then pleasure, horror, and back to pleasure as she pressed down on his erection, melting it with magic and forcing it in. As brown locks exploded from her cumming victim's face and a wet spot drenched the front of his pants, Wanda came, feeling his cock as if it was entering her own pussy, which in a way it was as both shared a nervous system, the two writhing and moaning as they felt the former hero's cock compress under the undulating muscles of their pussy, each orgasm complimented with a kiss that sent more Wanda into the changing man, nothing left but two horny magical twins as they magic and pleasure grew twofold.
Of course just two of them wouldn't satiate their hunger, the two Wanda's fingering each other or summoning magic based sex toys to fill their endlessly starving slits as they began to tour the small workers, growing their ranks to four, eight, sixteen. Soon an orgy of Wanda was overrunning the remaining Shield operatives, some using magic to corrupt them from a distance, others getting close and personal as cocks melted under their thrusting hips, a steady growth of their ranks leaving the place soon fully Wandafied.
When the avengers finally returned from their mission, their helicarrier was swarmed by waves of Wanda, all ready to fuck the hero out of them, and though they tried to fight back, it didn't take much to break them down once their cocks slurped and the glorious touch of her magic stripped them of their powers and identities. Surveying the vast swaths of land below with her sisters, Wanda smiled.
It was October, a time for the supernatural and the scary that would soon be replaced by Christmas, the spooky season a flicker in most people's years. Looking down at her world, surrounded by her sisters, Wanda began to rain magic down on an unsuspecting populace, amplifying their cries so all of them could hear the tortured pleasure of her corruption spreading and converting. It was time to have things her way, and first things first, she figured it was time to make every season the season of the witch.
