Colossus stood by the entrance to the building, standing to
attention. Nobody would get past him without his Master’s permission. Without
even knowing he was doing it, he pulled at his X-Men uniform, carelessly
tearing it from his sculptured, iron body. Within moments he was naked, the shreds
of his uniform at his feet.
His strong masculine wide shoulders expanded, giving his
already triangular torso a huge ultra-exaggerated “V” shape. Bumps grew on his
back from his shoulder-blades as huge iron bat wings sprouted, unfurling with an
ear-splitting metallic shriek. Colossus breathed out in ecstasy as he felt the
cool evening air flow through the chain-link flaps stretched over the thick,
iron bones which formed each wing.
Lowering himself down, he squatted outside the gym’s
entrance, his palms flat on the dry, dusty ground, as his fingers extended and curled,
forming huge metallic claws, tipped by razor-sharp blades. His legs made
snapping sounds as the bones inside realigned, making the Russian X-Man moan in
sheer pleasure, his newly gained wings flapping. His cock grew hard and thicker…
longer as his balls swelled, softly rising and falling as they churned. He
moaned once more, as his thick, metallic cock-head pressed into his lower
chest, the round, bulbus mushroom head softly and slowly twitching and brushing
against his iron hide in time to his heartbeat.
But the final change was the most dramatic, his handsome guy-next-door
face contorted, his teeth started to protrude forwards as his lips formed into
a hard, metallic triangle which almost, but not quite, formed a beak. His ears
became pointed as they travelled up the side of his head. A forked, tongue flicked
in and out of his lips as his eyes scanned for intruders and his ears flicked
and turned listening for unseen trouble.
He would remain there until recalled by his Master. The
original Colossus was one of the seven wonders of the world, a huge, iron
statue. Tim had remade Peter into the new Colossus. A large, metallic gargoyle.
It had no need for food or water, not even oxygen. The organic metal of the
mutant had become pure iron, animated by magic. Forever on guard, the only
movement being his eyes, ears and tongue…
* * *
Professor X stared at Nightcrawler as he explained the
events of the evening. Kurt was delusional.
“But Kitty, Rachel…” Nightcrawlers voice was filled with
desperation. “How… how do you explain the changes?”
Professor X rested his hand on Nightcrawler, talking in a
soft, soothing voice. “These are their secondary mutations Kurt. They manifested
just over 12 months ago.” He spoke slower, aiming to calm Kurt down. “Most mutants
are experiencing secondary mutations, all of a sexual matter. Hank’s theory is it’s
the mutant gene becoming aggressive in the face of potential extinction. It’s
making sure Homo Superior will continue, by making mutant more desirable.
Several mutants became feminised too, in order to…” he paused, searching or the
right word, “…breed.”
Nightcrawler backed away. “No professor, this is wrong. This
is crazy. How can you just sit their and accept this as normal?”
“Kurt, somebody has been playing with your mind, your
memory. Let me fix it.”
“No, this is that boy. Somehow, its like a virus. He’s
affected you, affected everyone.” Nightcrawler was shouting now. “He’s got to
you, Professor.”