In the gymnasium at the mansion’s lower levels, Psylocke
panted as she jogged on the treadmill. Keeping pace with the high speed, sweat
dripped from her forehead, her tube top and bike shorts clinging to her
athletic frame running on the spot. Occasionally she would bring a pair of
fingers to her neck, checking her pulse in time with the wrist watch on her
other hand.
Across from her in the gym, Jean Grey and Emma Frost
practice yoga, slowly changing their poses in time with each other to the
instruction tape nearby their workout mats. “Trying to keep up your girlish
figure Betsy?”
Frowning back at the platinum blonde and the pet name she
gave her, Psylocke turned off the treadmill and wiped her face with her towel. “Well
not ALL of us are as perfect as a diamond Emma.” Moving away from the
treadmill, Elizabeth leaned down to reach into her workout bag and pulled out a
soda can she bought earlier before her workout. Looking over the can of Purple
Punch, Psylocke smirked before pulling the tab to take a sip.
“You’re really going to drink that?” Asked Jean, crouched
down in a pose with her hands together. “But that stuff dyes your whole body.”
“Well… The stuff says it only lasts an hour or more, besides,
I love the colour purple.” Shrugging her shoulders, Elizabeth took a sip.
Immediately she could taste the bubbly grape flavour, smiling into the sip when
she pulled the drink away from her lip. “Ooh, this stuff DOEs pack a punch.”
Looking down at her arm in anticipation, Elizabeth didn’t have long to wait
when her complexion shifted to become a bright purple. Smiling from ear to ear,
Psylocke looked over her arm, wriggling her fingers and smiling back at the two
telepaths that have been watching her change colour. “This stuff is pretty
great.” Now fully purple, Psylocke continued to sip from her drink, enjoying
the flavour of it. But as she drank, she didn’t notice her skin become scaly,
or hear her cloths creak when she began to grow taller.
“Uhm… Betsy?”
“Ooh, the flavour of it, it just fizzles on the tongue.”
Still sipping, Psylocke completely ignored it when her workout shoes burst, her
clawed toes splaying out and her ankles lengthening until she was standing on
the balls of her toes. Her muscles throbbed larger, bulking up by the second as
she grew past 6 feet tall and kept growing. By then her work out shorts had
been stretching tight into a thong and her tube top shared the same signs of
tension. “I mean, wow, this stuff tastes great, you ladies want some?” Asked
the purple woman, her fingers now clawed and little bumps forming above her
forehead.
“Uhm…
Going back for more, Psylocke was so enthralled with the
taste she never noticed her top creak when her breasts ballooned out so large
they formed a cleavage window above AND below the creaking strap of cloth
trying to hold them at bay. Stopping briefly, Psylocke rolled her shoulder,
scratching her thigh when she finally noticed her clothes getting tight. “Huh…
I hope this stuff doesn’t make me bloated.” Taking another sip and swooning
under the taste, horns practically exploded out of her scalp and a tail burst
out the back of her shorts. Growing long and stout, her new reptilian tail grew
as long as she was tall, ending in a tuff of purple fur that matched her long
hair. Now well over 8 feet tall, her top gave up the ghost and snapped off,
freeing her H cup breasts which stood full and proud from her chest.
Jean pulled the scrap of cloth off her face and kept right
on staring along with Emma. Watching their friend grow taller, stronger…
Freakier. They watched on as Elizabeth’s neck began to stretch longer, almost half
as long as her arm, her face pushing forward into a muzzle that continued to
drink from the can of soda. “Uh… Betsy?” Finally finishing her drink, Psylocke
had grown to over ten feet in height, sporting firm muscles, broad hips,
massive breasts and a pot belly to match. Sighing once she had finished her
drink, the massive purple dragon woman turned to look back at her stunned
friends and suddenly got her horns caught on the light fixture above her head. “What
the Fu…” turning and struggling, Psylocke finally got a good look at herself in
the full body mirrors that took up the wall. Feeling up her snout and roaming
her hands frantically over her new curves and stomach. The woman tangled her
hands in her purple hair and screamed, causing all the mirrors to shatter and
Jean and Emma to cover their ears.
The trio suddenly heard a telepathic message from Charles
Xavier, speaking to them through their minds. “My X-Men and students, it appears
there is a grape flavour soda that is causing sudden bouts of transformation
throughout the campus into… purple lizards… Please refrain from drinking ‘Purple
Punch’ until this situation has been rectified.”
With her clawed hands at her wide hips, Elizabeth huffed,
her long fat tail smacking the floor like an angry cat. “GEEZ… NOW he tells us!”