Title

Jean and Jen try to remain calm and start to feel "neglected"

by Gorel
Storyline X-Men; Blue Flu
Characters Professor X Beast Hope Summers Jean Gray She-Hulk
Category Marvel Transformation Growth
Previous Chapter Reed watches on as his Fantastic Four turn bluer than their costumes.

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Shaking her head Jen moaned from the sudden congestion hitting her nose, making the tall blue woman sneeze again and again. Each ground shaking cough and sneeze changed her more and more adding thick blue fur and claws to her hands and feet. Eventually her leotard burst open to free the now massive breasts being held against their will and the bulk of added muscle packing on her already athletic frame. When pointed ears poked through her thick mane of hair and her pants burst around her flaring hips and muscular thighs, ruining the rest of her costume and leaving the now massive naked blue bear giantess to cover herself up with her hands. "Ok… ‘Achoo!’ That was ‘sniff’ unexpected."

Picking herself up off the floor Jean coughed and shook her head, the migraine still blaring away while her arms became fuzzy with blue fur, a tail bursting out behind her when she got to her feet. "Where’s Laura?"

Looking out the broken window the pair of beast women looked out to see Laura running off screaming in a mad panic, disappearing in the distance. "Well that sucks! And she’s a walking antidote too, why’d she freak out like that?"

"She told me that the entire affair at the mansion when the kitten pox hit was torture for her, that and she and her father were lugged up on tranquilizers the whole time making the entire experience a full blown acid trip."

"OK OK, we just gotta stay calm right? We’re not going to die right? RIGHT?" Worried the She-Hulk, looking to the much smaller blue cat woman for answers. "No, I read the report, good news is we’re already feeling the worst of it, everyone at the mansion went all big, furry and… Well big."

Calming down a bit Jen looked down at herself and smirked despite having a stuffy nose that she couldn’t see her feet past her now pillow sized rack. "The real problem is that while the school was like this everyone acted… Funny."

"Whatcha mean funny?"

"Hank said it was something he went through when he went blue for the first time, struggling with the ‘Beast Within’ until he found his center."

"Beast Within? What kind of crackpot mumbo jumbo mantra is…" A scent filled the woman’s nose, pulling her attention back outside where dozens of blue animal people ground and gyrated against each other, blinking heavily Jen smiled dreamily and wandered towards the window. "Ooh, that looks like fun…"

"Jen stop, we have to control ourselves we… Oh! That DOES look like fun…" Inhaling the scent of musk and pheromones the two blue beast women crawled out the ruined window and out into the streets, joining the packs of beasts rutting outside.

*

Meanwhile at the Xavier Institute…

"Professor Xavier? You wanted to see us?" Opening the door to the professor’s office wider Hank McCoy gave his wife Hope more room to move, the woman holding her back to steady her pregnant frame and keep her newborn daughter Joy cradled in her other free arm. There sitting with his legs up on the desk the Professor smiled, combing his fingers through his full head of hair. Out of everyone who came out of the blue flu Charles seemed to have hit the jackpot; with his age cut in half, his bald head now full with thick feathered locks of hair and his legs now fully functioning the man took FULL advantage of the boon by occasionally walking around his office while talking.

"Ah yes Dr. McCoy." Getting up from his seat and over exaggerating his steps the professor lifted a magazine up to Beast’s blue nose. "Can you tell me what this is?"

Looking at the magazine and the cover, Beast described it while Charles leaned against his desk. "It’s a copy of last month’s Popular Mechanics with me being given a Nobel Prize for cellular macrobiotics."

"YES! After what happened at the school and how you both created and ended a potentially world ending plague the country felt fit to give you a shiny ribbon and grant to the Institute what I prefer to call a fuck-truck load of grant money… Now tell me what you see HERE!" Lifting a remote from his pocket Charles Xavier turned on the 150 inch flat screen television that took up the entire wall of his office. News stations blared pictures of New York City trapped in an energy bubble with no way in or out, with several tanks trying to fire and pierce at the bubble but failing miserably. "We’re here outside the perimeter of the force field keeping the great New York Island separate from the rest of the country, so far the city has been cut off with no means of communication or entering the area. SHIELD has been notified and are attempting to break the field while diplomats try to negotiate with the Latvarian dictator Victor Von Doom. INSIDE the field the city has become overrun with… Well… What we are about to show you is not for children… At least until they’re over 18!"

From the helicopters overhead the cameras on board caught footage of what was happening inside, dozens If not hundreds of blue furry creatures wearing tattered clothing were grinding, yiffing and flat out screwing each other with wild abandon. Some of the cases were so perverse censorship bars were placed in areas not meant for the audience to see… And there were a lot of them!

"Well Doctor McCoy, see anything familiar?"

"Hank, sweety? Should we be alarmed?"

"Well… I was told Laura stopped a small outbreak in a theatre in New York a month ago when Deadpool stole a sample and gave it to Doom as a test run. But that was kept secret from the public so no one would… Blame… Me…"

Smiling at the couple Charles pointed to the magazine picture and back at the blue fuzzy orgy being broadcasted on the news. "Uh oh!"

"Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeessssss! Uh oh indeed!" Rolling up the magazine in his hands Charles bopped Doctor McCoy over the head like a disobedient dog before turning back to his desk and flopping heavily on his chair, rolling in a full circle before stopping in front of his desk to cross his legs over the surface.

"Hank, we have a PR problem on my hands and I Soooooooo dislike having nosy reporters breaking down my gates." Turning off the TV Charles watched Hope comfort her husband kissing his nose to make it feel better. "Make this blow over McCoy that is all."



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