Looking down at his waist Fred gawked at the blue skinned amazon taking up more than half of his bed and using his crotch as a pillow. It was also obvious the teddy and thong were part of her shape shifting tricks since they grew along with her. If he had
to guess she was at least 8 feet tall now and with a body that would make She Hulk feel a bit jealous, her red hair spilt out from behind her and covered as much of the bed as the rest of her, just as surprising was the enhanced beauty she now exuded. He was
almost aroused by the new Mystique before she grabbed a bed post in her sleep and bent it like a pipe cleaner.
"O...K.... Looks like Blue got a bit big on me..." Slowly trying to slide off the bed without waking her up Fred's eyes darted around his trashed room for any cloths to wear and get the hell out before shit hit the proverbial fan. "Easy, easy just one leg
left..."
As soon as he got his foot free from under the woman's pillowy chest a strong blue hand grabbed his leg and held on with a vice like grip.
"Eeep!"
***
"Uuuuugh... Stupid Blob, gonna skewer that bastard the next time I see him." Groaned Logan as he sat on the couch with an ice pack on his head, even over night the bruises of that sneak attack were still bothering him.
"Poor dear he really gave you a stomping didn't he?" Chirped Emma amused at the man's grousing over a goose egg on his head that hadn't gone away yet. "Although you have to admit he certainly looks alot better now that he lost a bit of weight."
"Oh haha... Wouldn't say that around Scott you walking langerie shop, Dukes gave him a fight for his money too."
"I know, my poor Scott is bed ridden and sore from being tossed around like a pillow case by that awful... ly handsome man." Smirking at the frown Logan gave her, Emma giggled before sitting up. "I'm kidding of course, maybe I'll go out and find out how
he lost all the weight, can't believe lypo was responsible, and forget dieting I looked into his mind once, apparently vase plants are a treat for him."
Walking out of the mansion Emma Frost scanned out with her mind for her target, smiling when she felt the distinct trace of Fred Dukes panicked thoughts.
"I don't care about your stud makeover Dukes, NOBODY puts my lovely Scott on a stretcher and gets away with it!"