Kitty was working at her computer when she suddenly felt really tight in her top. Her breasts were aching and itch and they were pressing against her shirt. It was really strange.
She gingerly touched them and moaned. Her breasts felt so sensitive!
She moaned again as she gave them another squeeze.
KItty sighed. She knew she needed to focus on the computer programming, but right now it felt so good to squeeze her udders -- udders? She meant her breasts.
For a moment she felt strangely empty. Like there should be something inside her. She thought of a baby growing inside her belly, and that was the most beautiful thing she'd ever thought of.
* * *
"Mmmm, yeah, you stuck-up little snot!" Emma moaned as she rubbed her snatch.
Thanks to her telepathy, she could sense exactly how Kitty felt right now, her dawning new identity as a broodmare, a big-uddered cow.
Then Emma had a nasty thought. She realized that both Kitty and Jean, her two least-favourite X-Men, were really close to be both Wolverine and Storm. Maybe she could use them to put those bitches in their places.
"Yes! Yes! UHHHH!"
* * *
"UHHH! OOOOOOO!"
Kitty squeezed her swelling udders with one hand as she fingered her clit with the other. The computer could wait. She needed to cum!
"OOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOO!"
* * *
Emma purred as she came across "The Muscle Futa," a tall amazon of a woman with huge rippling muscles, a stern expression, and a big throbbing cock between her legs. She giggled as she imagined a muscle-bound Storm knocking up Kitty Broodmare and showing that bitch Jean her place.
"Let's make this slow too!" she said as she focused her psychic desire.