Dragging Cyclops behind her back to
their shared quarters, Emma couldn’t wait for another second, right now she was
hornier than a rabbit in spring and in her clawed hand was Scott’s cock which
after their growth spurt felt like a baseball bat in her grip. “Hsssss… Emma!
Please, you’re squeezing me too tight.”
“You haven’t felt ANYTHING yet love!”
Unable to wait any longer, the White Queen pressed Cyclops against the wall and
made out with the burly blue furred cat man, prying off what little remained of
the scraps of cloths that survived their sudden growth. Growling into each
other’s mouths, Cyclops squeezed at her thigh and rear possessively. Pushing
Emma away for only a brief second, Scott hefted one of her now larger breasts
and licked at her nipple harshly, eliciting a laugh and moan from the massive
cat woman before she was spun around and entered from behind. “Yessss… Mmmm,
fuck me Scott FUCK ME!!” Placing her hands on his as he gripped at her hips for
support, Emma laughed and moaned as her heavy breasts swung with each thrust.
Gyrating her hips and squeezing her inner muscles she coaxed him to reach his
limit, when she suddenly felt a pair of mouths clasp over her tits and a third
at her pussy while Scott thrust harder. Looking down, Emma was surprised to
find her cuckoo daughters, drunk with lust as they sucked and nibbled at her
tits and pussy.
“We couldn’t take it! We could smell you
across the hall...”
“FEEL you across the hall…”
“Bitch…”
Biting her lip and moaning more deeply,
Emma Frost was now being overstimulated at all fronts. Looking down she found
that her Stepford Cuckoos had grown significantly, looking just as large and
curvaceous as she was. Bringing her claws over to roam over Phoebe and Irma’s backs
and squeeze at their E cup breasts before groping their wider hips and rear,
slapping Irma’s ass and eliciting a squeal of a moan from the younger cat
beast.
“Do you have to hog him all to
yourself?”
“We shared him before, why not now?!”
“Bitch…”
Smiling like a proud lioness, Emma
leaned back to give her triplet daughters more room as she pulled Scott in for
a kiss. “What do you say Cyclops? Got enough energy to sate FOUR hungry
kitties?” When she felt Scott go tense and a rush of heat flood her insides,
Emma keened as she felt her own climax crashed through her. The bloated
sensation in her belly expanding further.
*
Bellowing out a roar as he reached his
third orgasm, Hank McCoy slumped back and took Hope with him as he pressed back
against the ruined kitchen counter panting. “Wow… That never… Happened last
time…”
“Mmm… Not complaining though…” Cooed
Hope, nuzzling Hank’s chest as she rode out the multiple orgasms that crashed
through her like a bag of firecrackers. “Was even better than on the Black
Bird.” Looking over to the rest of the kitchen, Hope’s serine smile turned to a
shocked gasp. Everything around her had been smashed and ruined, and right at
the center of it was Captain America along with Tigra and Storm sleeping next
to him on the ground.
“Holy SHIT! They’re huge!” Gasped Hope,
pulling away from Hank to find the sleeping trio on the floor were now over 8
feet tall, Steve himself looked like a massive bear of a man cuddling up to a
pair of tigers just as big. Looking down at herself with a clear mind, Hope
gasped at her own expanded figure. “Holy shirt, WE’RE huge!” Hefting her now H
cup breasts in her hands and roaming her clawed hands over her wider hips and
rear, Hope found that she had grown to the same height and almost doubled in
mass, her body solid with muscle giving her a stout yet feminine figure. “I’m
so… So…”
“Curvaceous?” Asked Hank, trying to
soften the answer.
“Fat!”
“Doom said he concentrated the dosage
to ten times what was in me, my goodness, we could become enormous by the time
the Flu runs its course.” Finding anything that could cover themselves and
failing to find anything big enough, the two noticed the others waking up.
“Hmm… I feel wonderful, as if all the
stress of the last week has finally been flushed from my OH MY GODS WHAT THE
HELL HAPPENED?!” Screamed Storm as she sat up and covered herself with her
hands, waking up Steve and Greer in the process. “Geez Steve look at you!”
gawked Tigra just as Captain America sat up. “Look at me? Look at YOU!”
“Has anyone seen my phone? We have to
tell Xavier about this, we…”
Hearing a crunch of plastic and metal
on the floor, the group looked down to see Greer pull up her foot to pick the
remains of Hank’s phone off the ground.
“Oops…”
*
“YES! Right there! Pull on my tail!”
Cried out Pheobe as Scott plowed her from behind, eliciting a cry of laughter
as he tugged at the blue cat woman’s tail while her sisters Celeste and Irma
made out with each other and Scott on the remains of the bed. Emma leaned
against the wall pawing at her larger breasts and the slope of her soft naval
watching Scott have his way with her daughters.
“That’s right Scott, you better have
enough energy for when its MY turn.” Licking her fangs lustfully she chuckled
when Pheobe practically collapsed when she reached her climax and her two
sisters scrambled to take her place. Irma was the winner as she rolled Scott
over to straddle on top of him. Running her hand over her bloated middle, it
still confused her how she seemed so bloated in the first place, after all she
only ate half of what was on the breakfast table before their ‘growth spurt’.
That is until she felt a jolt bump her
hand against the surface of her stomach. Looking down Emma felt another kick
meet her palm, followed by another. “Uh oh…” Looking back at her Stepford
Cuckoos, she found Pheobe rolling onto her side rubbing her own stomach
contently while Irma cried out and rolled off Scott and Celeste taking her
place.
“Uh OH!”