“So… I take it things are getting
worse?”
Standing outside the energy field that
separated the new campus from the rest of the school, Charles Xavier with his
secretary Boom Boom looked up at the towering form of Hope Summers who stood trying
to cover herself while a trio of dog sized cubs played at her feet. In the span
of just 3 days, she and the others had grown up and out into monstrously large
beasts. Easily 10 feet tall and 6 feet wide, the formally petit woman was now
solidly built, fidgeting in place while wringing her hands together and
covering up her large breasts. Her body save for her chest and stomach were
completely covered in haggy blue fur, her hands and feet sporting clawed
fingers and toes, and her ears were now pointy along with all her teeth. She
stood without a shred of cloths on her, mostly because she burst out of the
last make-shift cloths she scrounged up and quite simply nothing else fit now.
“Well… Yes, but we’re coping as best as
we can.”
“Is that so?” Bringing his hand to his
temple and reaching out with his mind, the Professor took a look for himself
how the afflicted were doing… He regretted everyone second of it.
“Well now, let’s see here... We have
Hawkeye eating out of the back dumpster like a common raccoon, the Pyms are
grinding away at each other trying to make MORE children who are currently
gnawing on the furniture of their quarters.” Feeling his eye twitch, Xavier
looked around further, frowning. Each and everyone of the afflicted heroes had
grown into oversized (and overweight) blue furred monsters that rivalled the
mass of a small car. “Miss Walters is currently nursing her four newborns while
eating the draperies… Those are $350.00 each by the way, Mr. Rogers and Mr.
Stark are fighting over Storm in the living room and… there goes the $1200.00
television.”
Smiling sheepishly and trying to turn
her attention to something else, Hope’s furry cheeks took on a darker blue as
the professor kept a mental tap of the property damages.
“Oh look, Scott and Emma have
reconciled and are consummating in the library… Along with her three daughters,
for a high-class woman she certainly does not shy from the debauched… Though
what would one expect from a former member of the Hellfire Club.” Shaking his
head, Charles found himself trying and failing to burn the mental image of Cyclops
on the floor while Emma sat on his face while the cuckoos fought over his
crotch. Shifting his mental sight further he found a rather pregnant Tigra raking
her large blue claws against the walls like a big blue house cat. “Sigh… When
this is all said and done, I am billing ALL of you for the damages!”
“Yes sir.”
“Honestly, when this shit-storm blows
over I am going to cut Dr. McCoy his research grant and have him be the school
nurse for the next ten years.” Shaking his head, Charles fumed over the
damages, going back to find Captain America rutting into Ororoe like a pair of
horny bears, Wasp and Ant-Man making a mess in the washroom, then his attention
fell to Beast himself. “Ah and speak of the blue devil… Typical of him
whimpering to himself on the floor while that eight limbed dominatrix Natasha
straddles him like a rodeo… Uh oh!”
“Wait, what was that Professor?” Askes
Hope, her eyes going narrow.
“NOTHING! Absolutely nothing.”
“Oh really?” Bringing her hands to her
forehead, Hope Summers used her abilities to mimic Xavier’s powers to see what
he saw. What she found made her growl loud enough that Boom Boom step back and
hide behind the Professor. What Hope witnessed was Black Widow, straddling Hank
in the middle of the hallway, smother his face with her tits while riding him
hard. When she reared back up to let him breath, Natasha pulled him up by his
hair to kiss him hard.
“Grrrr…. That fat little…” Growling
like an angry grizzly bear, Hope grit her fanged teeth with a sneer.
“Uhm… Hope, now I know how it seems but…”
“SHUT UP YOU or I’m putting you back in
that damn wheelchair!” At that moment Hope lurched and growled as her body grew
larger; her muscles throbbing with more strength and her claws becoming more
pronounced. “I’m going to o something about the 6six armed slut!” Turning
around and stomping back to the campus, Hope tore the double door off its
hinges and stopped to look at the cubs still playing in the grass, bellowing
out a roar more akin to an angry bear than a woman who had been cheated on, the
cubs scampered back to the door where they all disappeared.
“Professor? Should we be worried?”
Asked Boom Boom holding up her clip board like a shield.
Shrugging, Xavier turned and returned
to the institute. “EH… Let’s put a pin on that for now, so long as we can
finally get Doom back on the damn phone.”