Jessica and Laura looked suspiciously at the woman who stood there, a huge slob of a woman wearing a tight white tank-top and jeans that barely seemed to contain her massive body. Her hair was red, short in a crew cut, and she was somehow managing to chew on a large hero sandwich while still smoking.
"You look like a couple of ladies who need to get yer pie-holes stuffed quick," she said. "I know a party 'round here where there's lotsa eats, lotsa drinks, lotsa smokes. Some okay dick too so you can get yer other holes stuffed too. Just stuff yerself until there's no space left."
Laura grinned. "Where'sh thish party?" Her stomach rumbled and her cunt dripped at the thought.
"Follow me, cupcake."
* * *
Emma and Storm laughed as they staggered out of the bar's wreckage in the aftermath of the fight. Both of them felt so energized just smashing shit up, slapping around any of those bitches who thought they could take them on.
Already the two X-Men were looking a little different. Not just because of the blood on their knuckles or their torn clothes. Much of Storm's head was now shaven, her hair done up in the big white mohawk she used to have. Meanwhile half of Emma's head was totally shaved, though the other half was long. Their arms and legs were thicker, more muscular, their bellies were larger -- Emma had a few lip rings and Storm was sporting a tongue stud and a tattoos that said "Big Black Bitch."
Not that they really noticed. They were more focusing on how good that fight had felt. And how it had gotten them all horny... and hungry.
"You girls really smashed that shit up."
Storm and Emma spotted a woman leaning against a motorcycle. She was big and muscular, like a sumo wrestler, with short spiky hair, a leather jacket, and torn leather pants. She was also smoking a cigarette.
"A good pair of big badass bitches. You wanna party with my biker gang?" she asked. "We got food, booze, drugs, all sorts of shit."
* * *
"Well, there is Piotr."
"MMmm, Piotr," Geraldine mused. "Is he a nice young man?"
"Well, he's not too young," Kitty said. "I mean, I'm younger than him."
"Oh, but young is how you feel, dear. You act so mature, smart, and sophisticated that I'm sure you feel older. Isn't it nice to feel older than your young men? It makes you the mature one, the one who knows things, the boss."
Kitty giggled. It was a strangely nice idea. It hadn't occurred to her before, but being older felt rather sexy.
"And any others?"
"Well, there's Logan."
"And is Logan proper and well-behaved as well?"