Meanwhile in Xavier’s office…
“Hmm, lets see here…” Typing away at
the call pad of his phone, Charles Xavier steeled himself for the call that
would determine the fate of his X-Men. Listening in, the man heard the dial
tone and ringing. “Come on, come ON! Pick up you over-entitled…”
“Welcome to the front desk of the
Latvarian Embassy, to whom may I direct your call?” Answered a chipper woman’s
voice over the phone.
“THANK YOU… I’m calling to speak with…”
“I’m sorry, our illustrious leader is
currently indisposed at the moment and won’t be available to speak for another
five hours.”
Shaking his head with a frown, Xavier
pressed his fingers to his forehead, his frown growing deeper. “He’s playing cards
with his mechanical doubles?!”
“Playing implies the risk of losing.”
Chirped the desk secretary over the phone. “Our illustrious leader is ‘winning’
at cards.”
“Now you see here you empty-headed,
blonde haired sycophant! YOU tell him that Professor Charles Xavier is on the
line and he demands an audience with your ‘Illustrious Leader’ or else I’m going
to telepathically command his entire country to do the Gangun style dance until
he picks up the damn phone!!!”
“I’m sorry Mr. Xavier, unfortunately I cannot
comply with your request, perhaps in… Let’s see… Two months I can book you for
an appointment.”
Slamming the receiver down on the
phone, Charles grumbled to himself. “Boot-licking little… I’m a PROFESSOR! I
mind controlled a LOT of tenured scholars to get that title thank you very
much!” Standing up and crossing his
arms, the man fumed, closing his eyes to slowing breath and calm himself,
Charles repeated his mantra. “Stress causes hair loss, stress causes hair loss…”
Opening
his eyes, Charles Xavier stormed out of his office and made his way over to the
end of the school where Cerebro sat. Sitting on the plain metal chair at the center
of the spherical room, Charles placed cerebro on his head and smirked to
himself. “So, he wants me to dance to his tune eh?”
*
Still standing in the meeting room and
fighting back coughs and sneezes, the Avengers waited patiently to find Cyclops
guide the White Queen back into the room along with her three daughters who by
now looked like blue-furred cat girls with their arms crossed and giving their
mother a dirty look.
“sorry about that everyone… ‘cough’… I
just lost my composure and needed the loving support of my children.” Beamed
the tall cat woman, her now larger breasts threatening to burst the front of
her top just as her hips had already caused her low rider pants to burst the
top button. Hugging herself tightly Emma turned to her triplets and gave them a
look. “Isn’t that right dears?” Looking to the triplets with a manic look, the
White Queen waited on an answer.”
“Yes, of course mother…” “Misery loves
company after all…” “Bitch…”
Rolling her eyes, Storm blew a strand
of blew hair of her eyes. By now she could already notice the other effects of
the Blue Flu kick in, almost like a second puberty she felt her hips and bust
begin to swell. She was naturally a DD but when she had the flu last, she had
grown to a G cup, she even had to undo her stylish belt and the top button to
her jeans, just so her waist could breath. Looking to the others, Storm sighed
that she wasn’t the only one. Tigra squirmed in her button blouse with the top
three buttons undone, her shorts looked like they were trying to strangle her
waist and hips. Black Widow’s cloths were in taters after sprouting four extra arms,
having to wrap the remains of her costume into a tie-on top, ad the bottoms to
her one-piece suit looked painted on her legs, thighs and rear. The Wasp and
Ant-Man kept to themselves as Hank tried to consul his wife, her favorite
cloths (a set among many) were ruined after her transformation.
Tigra seemed the least effected by her
changes… If any… She was a human feline BEFORE the flu, the only thing
bothering her was now every bit of her was blue; skin, fur, hair, even her
finger nails. With her ears back, Storm knew the woman was more embarrassed than
irritated like she was.
“ACHOO!” Failing to hold back a
powerful sneeze, She-Hulk sniffled at her furry arm, the sleeves already having
torn to make room for her growing curves and fur. It amazed Storm that the formally
green amazon’s cloths still held on let alone fit. Despite looking like a 7-foot-tall
tiger woman, Jen took to her changes with stride, even smirking. Confused by
the giant woman’s mirth, Storm followed Jen’s eyes to what she was focusing on
and found her attention on the tight bulges of Steve and Stark’s pants. Both
men squirmed in their skin-tight cloths but even she could make out the banana
shaped bulge going down their pant legs. Licking her lips, Storm caught herself
purring before the doors to the room opened again.
“Hi everyone!” Beamed Hope from the
door, hugging Hank’s side like a love-struck girlfriend, though with the blue
shaggy fur, black nose and pointed cat ears she may very well looked like the
X-Man’s relative. “Didn’t think we’d end up with the Blue Flu again.”
“Can’t believe they name it that.”
Whispered Hawkeye rubbing the bridge to his feline nose.
“You seem rather happy about all of
this.” Pointed Emma imperiously, her clawed hands at her hips with a raised eye
brow. “Or did you not forget the ordeal we had last time?”
“I remember you went full on lion woman
until Xavier took a water sprayer to your face.”
Blushing a deep shade of blue and
causing the visiting Avengers to chuckle, the White Queen growled.
“Oh,
get over yourself Emma, I’ve kept the cure in storage this entire time.”
“Y-you did?!”
“Yup, it’s in the top shelf of the
medicine cabinet back in…” Unable to finish her sentence, the White Queen
shoved the former red head out of the way to scramble to the infirmary. “Gimme,
gimme, gimme!”
“Me first!”
“No, me!!!”
Stampeding out the door, the entire
group stormed their way down the hall to the infirmary, everyone for themselves
as their race to the clinic destroyed side stands and potted plants.
*
“That’s right, keep ringing ass-hole.”
Laughed the Professor, letting his phone ring and ring before he slowly and
casually picked up the receiver. “Hello, this is the desk of PROFESSOR Charles
Xavier of the school for gifted children, how may I address your call?” In the
background on the other end of the phone, Charles could hear Gangun Style play
in a loop before a raspy metallic voice answered.
“You play a dangerous game Professor…”
“Oh Victor, I was just trying to get a
hold of you, but your secretary said you were busy.”
“You are calling because of your…
Faculty.” Doom’s words were carefully chosen, the man sounding like he would
explode with anger at any second.
“Yes well, last I checked we had an
agreement Doom.” Pulling the contract close to read off a subsection, Charles
continued. “You don’t pull stunts like this on my students and I don’t
telepathically make your country sing ‘the sounds of music’ at 3am at your
front door… AS STATED in section three part two in our non-aggression agreement!”
“This is true… But you have neglected section
twelve part one in that agreement which states that I may target any non-mutant
affiliated group as I see fit provided no mutants are present in said group,
but collateral is permitted if unavoidable.” Narrowing his eyes, Charles
skimmed through the contract until he found the section, his frown deepening as
he glared back at the phone in his hand.
“So, the X-Men were not your target?”
“No, the Avengers were.” Answered the
metal clad dictator “Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver WERE scheduled to attend
which would have prevented all this, however… Such a convenient relief it was to
find them absent, due of course to the sudden arrival of an X-Box 360 at their
front door and the new Smash Bros included.”
“You smarmy metal-plated bastard you!”
“Do not forget yourself Professor, if
any of my people were to behave as you, they would be scrubbing the toilets of
my royal palace.”
“And I bet they’d lick the bowl clean
too!” remarked the Professor before sitting up. “Well the jokes on you! I have
the Avengers and my X-Men quarantined until this shit-storm you blew over my
house blows right the hell over!”
“Is that so? I have weaponized that
disease, perfected it into a genuine threat to my enemies.” Answered Doom,
getting Charles’s attention. “You may think you have them contained like mice
in a cage, but soon those mice will grow to gerbils, then gerbils to guinea
pigs, then guinea pigs to rabbits, then rabbits to capybaras!”
“I don’t get it…”
“You plan on containing beasts, but soon
you will have monsters to contend with…” Hearing the phone cut dead, Charles Xavier
shrugged, deciding to look deeper into the contract for a loop hole. “What a
dick!… Bet his crotch guard matches his mask too!