Morning rays cut through the blinds of
Storm’s quarters, the blue cat woman slowly sitting up and wiping her eyes with
the back of her hand, blinking rapidly when she found that she accidentally
brushed her eyes with the fur on the back of her hand. “Never going to get used
to that...”
Getting up from the bed, Storm walked
over to her dresser and sighed when she found that even the largest cloths she
had stored, looked petite in her clawed hands. “Sigh… Why didn’t he just attack
the Fantastic Four like he always does?!” Putting on the oversized sweater and
pulling a leg warmer off the bed to tie around her waist like a slip skirt.
Giving herself a look over in the full-length mirror she had next to her
dresser, the seven-and-a-half-foot tall beast woman turned and posed, sulking
at what she saw looking back at her. The sweater used to be big enough to go
down to her waist, now it was like wearing a small t-shirt with the mid drift
bare, the knitted fabric molded around her now G cup breasts. “Talk about sweater
puppies!” Turning around she frowned looking at how wide her hips had become,
so much so her panties barely came up halfway up the slopes of her blue furry
ass. “I was NEVER this big last time.” Finding something to tie her mane of sky-blue
hair, Storm opened her door and squinted when her nose picked up the smells of
last night and what was cooking in the kitchen. “Lets just hope Xavier can fix
this before I’m wearing the bedsheets…”
Coughing
into her hand, Ororoe sniffled and went out of her room to find the others.
*
“Morning everyone…”
Lumbering into the kitchen and still
rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Storm found the others lounging around the kitchen;
coughing, wheezing and trying not to hack up a lung. Hope was at the stove burner
cooking up scrambled eggs and bacon, while Hank tried to make as much coffee as
possible. Hawkeye sat by the corner wearing a blanket around his waist like a toga,
holding a mug of coffee like it was his life line.
“Black? You don’t have a capa…’cough,
cough’… Capa… ‘COUGH! Cough, Cough… Expresso machine?”
“No Mr. Stark, this is a school not a café.”
Answered Cyclops, handing a mug of coffee to the Blue bear of a man with a
glowing bulb in his chest. “Well the schools I put money in have a café…”
“Honestly girl how can you be so
hungry? I feel like throwing up.” Wheezed She-Hulk, sitting cross legged on the
floor with a nightgown for a top and another for a loincloth. Baffled how the
formally ‘White’ Queen was stuffing her face with eggs and bacon like she hadn’t
eaten all day yesterday. “I don’t know, I just woke up hungry this morning,
what do you have to complain about? There’s plenty of eggs for everyone.”
“There was before you got here…”
Natasha had taken to sitting at the far
corner of the kitchen, upside down from the ceiling. Apparently sprouting fangs
and four extra arms weren’t the only quirks she gained. The massive blue spider
woman sipped at her coffee, her eyes bloodshot from all the coughing she had
done last night.
“So… What are everyone’s plans? ‘cough’
Besides trying not to throw up.” Snarked Tigra, her hands at her hips where a
bedsheet was wrapped around herself like a sundress.
Scratching his head and picking up his
cell phone, Hank wriggled it between his fingers, the thing no bigger than a goofball
in his hand. “I’m going to call Xavier, see if he’s fixed this with Doom…
Hopefully.”
“Sleep…”
“Nap…”
“BLAAAARFFFGH!!!” Screamed Hawk-eye
into a nearby trash can, wiping his lips before his eyes went wide again and he
clutched the little garbage bin close.
“Say… Where’s Jan and Pym?”
*
“Harder Hank, HARDER!” Moaned the Wasp,
straddling her husband on the bed and gyrating her hips against the blue furred
ant man beneath her. The two had woken together in the same bed, having spent
the entire night coughing. When they woke up, they wanted nothing but to just
lay there and hope the flu would pass. Then Janet caught sight of her husband’
morning wood, all 14 inches of it. Surprisingly arousal had won out over
wanting to throw up over the edge of the bed when Janet reached out and began
to stroke his length.
Stroking led to sucking him off,
sucking off led to where she was now, riding her husband like he was a rodeo bull
and screaming out loud for the walls to shake. Hank for his part had all four
of his hands busy, one pair squeezing her thighs while another groped at her
tits. “Oh my GOD Hank! When did you get so big?!” Gurgled the wasp woman, her eyes
rolling back while her wings buzzed and fluttered behind her. “You think I’m big?
I can barely hold your tits.”
“Yes, squeeze them, SUCK’em!”
Going rigid, the pair seized up when they
reached their limit, the Wasp crying out loud when she felt liquid hot pleasure
fire into her like a garden hose. Collapsing on top of her husband, Wasp
nuzzled and kissed at Hank’s barrel chest before sitting up. “Mmm… Guess there
are fringe benefits to going all furry…”
“Yeah, if you can look past the
coughing, sneezing, sick stomach and…” Wincing and gritting his teeth, Hank Pym
felt his body surge with growth. His muscles throb and grow and he grew bigger.
Wasp could only moan and smile like a horny teenager as she felt his length
grow longer and thicker inside of her, his viens bulging against her walls. “Mwaaahl…
Hank! You’re splitting me in twooooo…” The she felt it too, her body growing
bigger and stronger as muscle mass packed on her formally petite frame. Her
thighs and ass grew thicker while her tits ballooned past G cup, then H, then
I. A soft layer of pudge formed at her stomach along with Hank’s as their
growth ebbed and stopped with Ant-Man’s feet dangling out of the bed frame. “Aww
fuck! I’m so hard…”
“Mmm, you’re telling me…”
The two were about to go a second round
when they heard the creak of wood and metal, looking around anxiously, the
couple gasped when their bulk finally broke the bed.