Chaos and pancakes

Hank felt his groin throbbing, his mind was clouded. His primal side was fighting for control, fighting to be free. He was afraid whatever Jean had done to him created a very Dr. jeckyl and Mr. Hyde situation for him. And he didn't want to know what his Mr. Hyde would be like.

Years of being a blue furry mutant that people hated he never really considered a woman to ever be interested. So checking out women and similar thoughts for him were minimal at most. However he stared as a hot twenty year old waitress rolled her eyes and approached him. She had glorious breasts for her size and he found himself staring blatantly.

God how he wanted to squeeze them! To taste them. The throbbing got worse his thoughts growing hornier. I'm a peak specimen I could give her a fucking no man she knew could give her! Spread her legs, let the whole diner hear her cries of pleasure.

No! He thought, tearing his eyes from her tight crop top uniform. She was dressed as if hooters redesigned the 50s. A brown and orange deep cut crop top and a tight brown pair of short shorts. He looked into her eyes to see disgust. She watched how he was eyeing her and his heart fell, "Could I just get a coffee please? Two creams."

Fuck that ass was fit! Hank watched mesmerized as she sauntered away. His thoughts returned. Wait! Think critically Hank! Clearly I am fighting some sort of split in my personality. Any primal thoughts give it power. It is hard enough to keep control I better theorize any potential catalysts. Obviously pornography or any visual acts of debauchery. What else?

The tits were back. Hank shook his head, "I apologize ma'am what was your name?" She had a name tag but Hank never focused when he looked there.

"Felicia." The waitress answered coldly.

Hank took a sip of coffee and nodded, "Well I apologize for my behavior Felicia. You deserve to be treated better. It's been a strange day and I..." He paused and took another long sip. It burned but he drank more. The high level of caffeine was exciting him. He needed more. The other side was rapidly taking over and as Hank chugged the rest of his glass he looked at the blonde in horror, "Run!"

"What?" Felicia raised an eyebrow. God muties were so gross and weird. That's when it happened. The gross blue man was becoming normal. Well not just normal, super hot. He kept his wide frame and incredibly strong body but the hair disappeared. He was actually crazy hot under all that fur.

"Run before I fuck you..." Hank groaned and grinned, "And that sexy ass of yours!" He looked down at his shorts and smiled, "Wanna know why they call me 'Beast'?"

Felicia couldn't think straight. His musk was so thick now and she was getting so wet. Looking around she turned back at him, biting her lip and nodding. She couldn't help but yelp at the sight of by far the biggest and thickest dick she had ever seen! Her legs started shaking as her eyes were glued to his now naked body.

"Hank can be a bit of a downer. But trust me...Beast is a good time," Beast gloated and reached out and cupped her ass. She didn't resist, of course she didn't. Girls grew primal around him. "I'm gonna fuck you on this table right in front of everyone."

"Please," Felicia shuddered and melted into his hand. "I want it so bad! Give me the beast!"

The naked titan rose and Felicia hastily tossed off her shorts and thong, bending over the table and presenting her spread legs and pussy for him. It wouldn't fit but if they didn't try Felicia would go crazy.

Little did the breakfast diner know. But this was the start of a Beast led orgy. And Felicia would never come out of here the same again. Try as Hank might he watched helplessly like a spectator as he reached around and tore apart the cute girl's top, freeing her big tits and letting them jiggle. She moaned loudly and began rubbing her ass along Beast's massive member.

Hank was envious. Women treated him like a scary monster. He watched as Beast lived his dream. To have a woman act this way around the scientist. He found himself excited, "Do it. Take her!" Deep in the corner of his mind he cheered them on, no longer caring about the shame he felt.