Its Name Was Henry (Patreon)

Natasha looked over her costume. Something about it seemed off. She didn’t know what. There wasn’t much to find error with in the first place. There were her black leather gloves, her thigh-high boots, and then the slingshot bikini that cut between her buttocks and covered her nipples only as a technicality, the whole thing amounting to brushstrokes on the masterpiece of her body, like an artist’s signature.

Natasha had the longest, shapeliest legs imaginable, even displayed in vinyl boots, and somehow they were not the highpoint of her body, but only in keeping with the rest of her. On top of her legs was another masterpiece, flat and toned almost everywhere except at the swell of her chest, where the curvature of her breasts was almost excessive, but still in keeping with her lovely legs, her trim stomach.

Finally, her face was stunning, heart-shaped with high cheekbones that would’ve been intimidating were it not for the dazzling smile she could form with her full red mouth. Her crimson hair flowed down her delicate neck to embrace it at the nape, kissing around her shoulder to wander down her clavicle. The flare of its red appeared like a lover’s flush on Natasha’s flawless white skin, inviting another to join in the threesome and enjoy her flesh too.

No, Natasha thought. Nothing was out of place. But her suspicion remained.

She left her room, striding through Avengers Mansion, finding an assurance of comfortable regularity in how her plump breasts jiggled and her asscheeks jostled, so thick and juicy that it seemed impossible for them to share the same space. And yet, it didn’t assuage her as it should. Something was wrong.

The first person she saw was Carol. The blonde was in costume too: her proud breasts covered only by pasties in the shape of gold stars, while a red choker wrapped around her swanlike neck. Her boots and gloves were red, while a blue G-string kept her from being totally bottomless.

The panties barely topped the swell of her pubis, a thin stretch of elastic exactly ringing her belled hip, staying well clear of her perfectly round ass like they didn’t want to obscure anymore than they absolutely had to. The gusset of the bikini was overlaid ‘now you see it, now you don’t’ netting.

Natasha approved of it. It would be odd indeed to show so much skin elsewhere, but then to cover up when it came to her groin.

Carol certainly had a body worth showing off, from her wide supple hips to her generously swollen breasts. Even her hair, blonde and fluffy, appeared like spun gold adorning her face in a desperate attempt to match the prettiness of her fine features.

“Carol, have you noticed anything strange lately?” Natasha asked.

After a pause, Carol shook her head. “Just another day that ends in Y.”

“You hesitated,” Natasha pointed out.

Carol flattened her lips together before admitting it: “Yes, I suppose I did. It does seem like there should be something strange going on, doesn’t it?”

Natasha snapped her fingers. “Yes! That’s it exactly! But it’s all perfectly normal…”

A hand crashed into Natasha’s ass, palm sinking into the plush flesh before it rebounded, leaving her cheek shimmying back into place. Another palm smacked against Carol’s ass, taking full advantage of the women both facing the same way to give her the identical treatment. Her buttocks rolled together, rippling under the force of the blow, until they finished sloshing about and settled back into place.

The two women jumped a little in surprise, but weren’t truly startled. They’d been greeted by Henry this way many times before.

“Hello, Henry,” Carol said, turning to give him a fond smile.

“Yes, hi,” Natasha said, rubbing her slightly sore ass. “Have you noticed anything strange this morning?”

“No, not really.” Henry wrapped his arms around both women’s waists. “Probably someone just changed the settings of the thermostat. You two are so perceptive, I wouldn’t be surprised if something like that bugged you.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Carol agreed.

Henry slipped his hands a little lower to let both palms comfortably ride on the abundance of the ladies’ rounded asses. “Now, do you want to run down whether or not the janitor is using some new brand of floor polish or do you want to get briefed for the next assignment?”

“You’re right, Henry,” Natasha said. “Whatever it is, it can wait.”

“Can’t be too important,” Carol agreed.

They all started towards the briefing room. Despite their long legs, the women were careful not to go too fast. They didn’t want to dislodge Henry’s hands, after all.

Still, Natasha knew this would bug her for a while. It was enough to make her hope the mission would be complicated enough to divert her attention. What was it that seemed so different when this was such an ordinary day?

Henry reached down further and cupped the heft of both women’s buttocks. His hands were big, but their thick cheeks were still more than a handful to him. He was careful to squeeze and mold the supple flesh all over, so none of their perfect cheeks had to go without being groped. Only after he was sure he’d fondled all the creamy skin there was to appreciate did Henry move his fingers between their buttocks.

Just like he always did on such a nice, normal day.