She began to struggle against her bulk, but...as she felt the woman soft, thick bulk pressing against her...she felt her nipples harden and her tight, little slit moisten with yearning lady dew. She...why? What was she resisting? Had she ever before? She suddenly remembered the first time she'd seen her - a great, round blob of soft, chocolaty flesh that glistened with sweat - and she knew...she'd wanted her.

   Ramsey? Rasputan? Wisdom? All thoughts of them vanished from her mind. They'd weren't strangers, but...lovers? Never. Not when Roro was on the menu. Not when the woman she loved was there to rock her world.

   Kitty kissed back against the thick lips of her blubbery beauty, tasting the ghosts of beer, Newports, chili fries...the sweet tang of her own girlish juices. For a moment, both Kitty and Storm struggled against the perversity that they were sinking into, but after a moment...

   Roro and Kitty Dukes kissed with a passion that belonged only to the deeply in love. Kittys body seemed to grow soft, as Roro's unhealthy attitudes sunk into her mind...Kitty's taught belly swelled, becoming a solid and respectable beer gut (she was too young to drink, but Roro didn't mind) while her butt swelled...her breasts slid up several cup sizes with soft, jiggly fat, and her makeup became bolder...more sexual...darker. In place of the girlish Kitty Pryde was a fat, thick-set girl dressed in a black halter to, tight black leather skirt ('Blobs Bitch' tramp stamp clear and flaunted), hair cut short, spiked out and given black highlights in a punkish do. She looked both slutty and dykish. She looked...normal.

   Roro loved her sweet, little white bitch, and Kitty (or rather, 'Fat Katt') moaned atv the touch of her goddess...idol...role model.

   "Damn, Ro..." Fat Katt Dukes gloated as she hefted her massive breasts "...ma big titties is jigglin' awl ova th' place. Yo lil' Kitty's turnin' inat a real big bitch, ain't she?"

   Roro gloated over her lover/wife - sucking her tits, rubbing her ass and fondling her big belly - loving the look and sound of her. Fat Katt was still a brilliant computer wiz, but she preferred to talk in imitation of her bigger lover. Roro couldn't wait till the girl was as big as she was...imagined her massive ass and belly wobbling with each thrust as Roro drove her strap-on deep...her belly groaning as they gorged...

   ***

   "What...the heck?"

   Jean Grey watched as the cloud of perfumed, mincing sissies flounced and wiggled past her. She could recognize some of them, and she knew something was wrong. She cried out "Hey! Wait a second..." before the leader of the leggy lady-boi's passed. It was Gambit...well sort of...I mean...it looked...uh...

   Jean frowned and rubbed her head, as Gambit sang to her...lilting and drifting through a hypnotic song before he breathed "Oh, Jean...you know nothing's wrong. It's just me...my dear friends Bobbi Ice..." he gestured to a shorter boi whose gown was all frost whites and icy blues,  his platinum blond hair worn up and his jewelry all glittering diamonds and sapphires. He wore a coat of silver fox, and said in frosty, feminine tones "Hullo, Jean."

   "...Queenie McCoy..." she said, and a big, bold boi all in blues from the tips of his pumps to the tips of his opera gloves. His hair was swept up into a pair of sculpted archs, and his smile suggested bestial, animal fucking. His body was thickly padded in a Mae Westian manner, and he smiled (lips, blush and shadow all vibrant blues) and husked "Charmed, Jeanie." as he licked his lips.

   "...and you know Slim Summer - the Red Queen, of course..." she said...as she gestured to a slim, elegant figure with piles of chestnut brown hair, a long trailing gown in red...red gloves...red hose...red shoes...red cats-eye glasses...jewelry of glistening ruby-quartz. "So good to see you, Jean. Maybe we can...go shopping some time? Do each other hair? Paint our nails?"

   "...and you know Warren Worthingto...my husband, don't you?" as Warren stepped forward. He was so handsome, but now also very...metrosexual. His hair was perfect, his white suit sharp...and his had firmly on Lorelei Worthington's smooth hip.

   "Uh...sure..." said Jean, as she remembered that her old teammates had always been swishy, sexy she-bois. Well...except for Warren, but he'd always been gay as can be...and always been the center of their attention. It was too bad that Lorelei had swooped in and scooped up the object of their affections, but...at least he liked to share. Warren and Lorelei continued on their way, with Bobbi, Queenie and Slim fluttering around them like handmaidens...

   Something..was wrong. But also, nothing was wrong. She'd take her boi-friend Slim up on his offer. She'd always loved shopping with him...

   ***

   "And so you see...my poor Petunia is ill. He thinks he's some...manly man. A superhero. It's so distressing..."

   The Black Cat was sitting before the Kingpin of crime...knowing that this had been Peters Aunt May just a day ago, but things had gone mad since them. She didn't mind at all the her great rival Mary Jane had become Mary Jane Osbourn and a villain (it kept her out of her hair) but some terrible change had affected Peter as well...and it seemed worse than she'd feared. How she'd not been affected she couldn't guess, though she assumed it had something to do with the lingering traces of her old luck manipulation. She'd seen Peter (or rather, Petunia) and almost burst out laughing. He was so fat he could hardly move...so girlish and swishy...such a spoiled, simpering little princess. He seemed to understand something was wrong, but also...couldn't quite grasp what had happened.

   "If my Petunia wants you, then I'll accept his desires...but I need you to talk him out of his delusions..."