Dazzler gets Dazzled

Stepping back and pulling away, Allison Blaire blinked and looked around, the super star mutant clutched at her head like she had just got out of a wicked hang over when she opened her eyes and looked around. The sight that greeted her caused her to gasp and crane her neck up to see the leering smile of Wanda Maximoff staring back down at her over her four massive tits, idly scratching at her wide hip. Looking out over the rest of the room, she recognized Wasp and Iron Man, the two transformed into massive goat people that towered over her, as did the dozen or so other satyrs in the room crowding around her. But most of all was the smell! The heady, aphrodisiac aroma that made her feel hot and bothered, her clothes feeling stifling despite her cat suit unzipped down enough to show off her cleavage.

"Wa-Wanda?! Is that you?"

"Hmm... Yes my herd sister. Welcome."

"WOOOT! Is that Dazzler?" Asked Tony, stomping over to the confused woman who's eyes went wide seeing the burly satyr bull approach her, then lower her gave to the 2-foot-long cock and bowling balls swinging down almost to his knees. "Damn have I wanted to fuck you for a long time."

"Get in line big guy, the party girls were always MY favorite." Chuckled Buck, smirking down at the blushing blonde who looked weak at the knees staring up at the satyr god. "Hey there baby, wanna MAKE a baby?"

Pulling her close and shoving her head in between her four tits protectively, Wanda eyed Buck with a lustful smirk.

"Now, NOW mine horny horn master. Amanda has a delightful plot for my mutant friend here." She purred a deep laugh. "Isn't zhat right, my herd sister?"

Pressed up and nearly suffocating from the scents and warmth of Wanda's furry body and massive chest, Dazzler was in a word; Dazzled! She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and the smell of spices fill her nostrils. So much so, she thought she was at a county bakery singing in the corner surrounded by sports mascots, a happy delusion propped up by the fog of pheromones wafting in one nostril and out the other. Her eyes dilating wide, her muscles went slack, so much so Wanda was the only one holding her up to her feet. She didn't even register Wanda patting her head.

"Yes. This little singer lives in Krakoa, the mutant capital in the world." Amanda said, the knowing grin never leaving her face.

"Oh I've been there..." Chuckled Tony drunkenly. "They let the doors open for normies once a year for booze, dress up and dancing for their Hellfire event. But every other day only mutants can come and go."

"Heh... cum." Tittered Wasp, sharing a giggle with the other satyresses.

Pulling Dazzler free of Wanda's breasts, the dazed mutant only had a brief moment of release before Amanda shoved the mutant Dazzler between her own, cradling her head in her own chest.

"We're going to let our big blonde bombshell head back to Krakoa as a wet and wild trojan horse. And once everyone there starts nickering and seeing the light..."

"Wh....who...are you talking...about?" Dazzler barely managed to gasp out, managing to pry her face free of Amanda's firm grip for a moment before she was shoved back against Amanda's heaving chest. This caused the rest of the gathered satyrs to all laugh in unison, which only added to the poor mutant's confusion.

"Ve vill expand our pastures to the entire vorld!" Declared Wanda, gently pulling Allison out of Amanda's clutches to find the woman very much overwhelmed and dizzy. Perfect for the next step in her plans. She held Dazzler's swaying, panting form up with one strong hand, while she bent down so she was face to face with the dazed Allison Blaire, before she murmured out mischievously, "She vas talking about you, my precious little herd sister."

"Where am I?" Dazzler slurred, looking around wildly. Her eyes were heavy as Wanda brought the woman's head back forward, so her attention was once more consumed by this warped new version of the Scarlet Witch with a crooked finger.

"Hush herd sister, you vill LOVE what comes next." Leaning down to see the woman eye to eye, Wanda's eyes began to glow a fiery red.

"Why..." Staring into Wanda's eyes, Allison couldn't look away, mesmerized by the Scarlet Satyress and her intense gaze. "Why are you calling me herd sister?"

"Because you ARE, you so tiny little herd sister you, but soon you vill help me make my herd grow." She purred, twiddling her fingers and allowing chaos magic to flow from her hand into Dazzler's open eyes, the woman blinking and gasping as the magic seeped into her. "I believe you've been in Vegas long enough. You want to return home, don't you?"

"Yes... I want to go home..." She nodded sleepily, her own eyes glowing the same reddish tint as Wanda's own eyes.

"You LOVE to have fun, Las Vegas had plenty to offer, but now you want to spread that fun and merriment where ever you go. You want... To Party!"

"Yeah... I want to have a party..."

"DAMN RIGHT you do." Chuckled Wanda. "You want to host a concert, yes? A concert in Krakoa, let the mutants of the world have some fun for a change. And what better agent of that change then my own Dazzler, yes?"

"I want to host a concert in Krakoa, they're gonna dance and sing when I start working up the stage."

"Yes... Yes... Good my herd sister." Flicking her fingers again, chaotic energies flowed between her and Dazzler, making the mutant woman gasp as she was fed visions. visions of Dazzler fully transformed, performing her songs to throngs of satyrs, across the entire world. "Do this for me... Do this for the Scarlet Satyress, and you vill be rewarded. You will be shown eternal pleasures, carnal and grand. Give me Krakoa, and I vill give you ecstasy."

"Yes... YES! I WANT that, just tell me what to do... I'll do it! I'LL DO IT! My... Herd sister..."

"Good."

Pulled away from the towering red-furred satyress, Dazzler was still delirious when Amanda pulled her over to press the woman between her breasts and raise her chin to whisper into the mutant's ear. "Now, now... Listen carefully."

*

Wandering the streets of Las Vegas, Dazzler giggled to herself as she looked around, seeing hordes of satyrs eating and fornicating around her, her dazed mindset not registering the insanity happening around her as Wanda's spell kept her from thinking clearly, and keeping her current nature hidden. Up ahead of her was the gnarled vines and otherworldly plants that grew and twisted around each other to form the portal to Krakoa at the heart of a park. The satyrs around it had tried multiple times to eat it to no avail, or just walk through it, but every time they did they only ended up running into an impenetrable wall and fell backwards each time. It was comical how many **** satyrs were around the portal, chuckling stupidly after so many failed attempts and finding amusement in the act.

Even Dazzler had to giggle at that. If not because of how silly it was, but for what she was going to do. Approaching the portal, the woman looked it over for just a split second and took a step forward. Allison walked through the portal like it was a body of water, disappearing through the lens of swirling energy until the last sight of her was her foot leaving Las Vegas.

*

The view from the other end of the portal was a stark contrast to the wild city-wide partying going on in Las Vegas. The island nation of Krakoa was a paradise created by mutant kind themselves. lush tropical jungles as far as the eye could see was contrasted with glinting spires of metal out over the forest and garden view. Waterfalls and breathtaking vistas were everywhere to be seen along with the population of the island going about their business on the roads and pathways built and in some cases GROWN from the mutated plant life around them. Stepping away from the plant grown portal, Dazzler smiled and made her way down the steps, brushing past a few fellow mutants as she went deeper into the island.

When she did, those she came in contact with shivered, pausing when a strange sensation crept through them. Some went on their business as usual, others looked down at their stomachs, finding they were strangely hungry, when sheer minutes ago they weren’t. Others stopped entirely to look up and around the island, a look of elation plastered on their faces as they wandered off somewhere else on the island.

Everyone the woman touched; Allison helped spread her mistress’s gifts. A proverbial Trojan horse… Or in this case Trojan goat wandering the streets and spreading the satyr magics further. It made the singer shiver at the idea. IT was so intoxicating she lost track of where she was walking and bumped into someone, someone familiar. Stopping, Dazzler looked up and her eyes went wide, unconsciously licking her lips hungrily.

“Allison?” Asked a woman in a British accent, combing a finger through her purple hair with a pleasant smile. "Allison my friend, how was your performance in mmmmph!"

Dazzler never gaze the woman a chance to finish her question when she pulled Betsy Braddock, the Psylocke in for a passionate kiss, moaning softly and exploring her mouth with her tongue while her arms snaked behind the warrior woman, catching her completely off guard. Every iota of her told her to push the woman away… But that thought very quickly went silent as the sensations of the kiss intensified, making Betsy shiver when Allison pulled away.

"HI Betsy, oh it was awesome! There was so much to eat, so much to see... So many guys to bang. Heh, they were lying when they say what happens in Vegas STAYS in Vegas!"

"Wha... What brings you home so early?” Betsy asked, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, which was strange because all of her senses became hyper sensitive at the same time. Opening her up to new smells, sounds and sights she never noticed before.

Dazzler, seeing this, pulls Psylocke close and wraps an arm around her lower waist. Reaching out with her outstretched hand to the rest of Krakoa before them.

"I wanted to come back early to give you guys the final days of my concert. Oh I got a HUGE show planned for you all."

"Is that so?" Psylocke asked.

"Oh yeah! Big lights, sounds, sensations, maybe a mosh pit at the front of the stage so mutants can get a little rough." Dazzler winked and shimmied her shoulders, implying the 'rough' had more innuendo to it. "You should come and see, I might just give you a backstage pass for..." Moving in close, Dazzler pressed her forehead against Betsy's, gazing into the woman's eyes with a smoldering look. "Fun behind the curtain..."

Feeling strangely tipsy and noticing a flowery scent in the air. Sniffing, Betsy found it was coming from her friend of all things. "Is... Is that perfume you are wearing?"

"Nope. Au naturale sister." Stated Allison, leaning in and smelling Betsy's hair with a grin. "Mmm, you smell good too. Wanna sneak off somewhere?"

Unable to muster the mental resistance to turn down the woman’s offer, Betsy barely registered her hand being taken and her being playfully dragged off towards a nearby alleyway in the streets. Pressed up against a wall behind her, Psylocke found herself making out with Allison. If the first kiss disarmed her mentally. THIS one fully conquered what mental resolve she still had. Her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she too snaked her arms around the woman and tugged at zippers and straps to feel more of the performer try to get into her pants.

*

30 minutes later…

Stepping out of the alley way and pulling up the thread of her top and patting down her skirt, Allison giggled as she shambled her way down the street, shaking her hair loose and not caring about the stunned gazes she got from the others she passed by.

As much as she wanted to just wander around the island and meet as many people as she could, there was someplace she wanted to go to first, someplace that would REALLY make her feel good. And when she came up to a bistro at the heart of the city in Krakoa, Dazzler's smile was gleaming, waving her hand over her head to get the attention of who she was waving to.

"HI GIRLS! GUESS WHOSE BACK FROM HER TOUR!"

Seeing the blonde performer practically dance towards their table, Ororo Monroe, Emma Frost, Jean Grey and Anne Marie got up from their seats to embrace their friend who had returned. The lost getting a bit of a surprise as the blonde singer was rather forward with her embrace with them when they parted.

"Alison! What'chall doing back so early? I thought you were doing shows in Vegas for a few more days." Asked the Southern Belle of the X-Men, the woman wearing daisy dukes and a flannel top with gloves she rest at her sides.

Jean wore a pink, buttoned blouse and sundress with her long red hair tied back. "Yes, how was your stay there?"

"Well girls I just wanted to come back home early to do my final tour here in Krakoa... OOH! biscuits." leaning over to the café table, Dazzler ravenously gobbled up as many of the sprinkled cookies ordered with the ladies shared drinks. Confusing her friends until she finished them all off and wiped her lip clean with her finger. "I thought why not give the people here a show they'd never forget. Lights, sounds, stage band, fireworks, you name it."

The four X-ladies traded looks of amusement as they each nodded back at the performer's plan.

"I think that would be a splendid idea." Emma smiled, wearing an elegant silver and white dress pants and top that was equal parts dignified and revealing. Her platinum blonde eyebrow raised seeing Alison drink each of their drinks off the table one by one and being a little confused why her friend was acting so strange. "Would keep things from getting boring for sure... Nothing to eat back at Las Vegas?"

"Oh there was PLENTY to eat Frosty. It's a never-ending party over there. And I thought... 'gulp' why not bring the party over here?"

Shrugging, Storm folded her hands together in front of her black silk dress and smiled. "Well then, we'll have something set up for you tonight."

"Fantastic!"

Surprising Storm and everyone else there, Dazzler caught the woman into a passionate embrace before pulling away and immediately make her way deeper into the island interior. "See you all there! This is going to be a blast!"

Blinking back her confusion as she and the others watched on to the sight of Dazzler leaving... And pausing only to snatch up a bagel out of someone's hand, the ladies traded looks of confusion.

"How long was she in Vegas again?"

"Just a couple of days, last I checked.

"Must get pretty hot there to be so delirious."

"Indeed." Hearing her stomach grumble, Storm covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Does anyone else feel hungry?"

*

Unseen by any of the four women still confused by Dazzler's behavior, Psylocke stumbled her way out of the alley, clutching at her head and leaning against a wall to regain her balance. Panting and looking flushed, Betsy looked around and flared her nostrils as the entire world just seemed to open up to her. Sights were more crisp, smells more potent, she could actually smell PEOPLE walking past her. giggling to herself, she straightened her stance and looked down when she felt a weight at her chest. Her lips curled into a grin when she found her breasts had swollen to almost twice their size, so much so the top two buttons to her top were undone and gave a mesmerizing view into the window of her cleavage. Giving her heels a hop, she giggled louder watching her expanded rack jiggle from the act. Giving herself a look over, she was also pleasantly surprised to find her hips had grown wider and her thighs and rear meatier, giving her a ripe peach of a rear she could not help but slap and titter to herself at the sharp sensation.

She felt amazing!

So much so... She wanted to share this sensation with someone else. Wandering her way deeper into the crowds, the buxom woman already had someone in mind. It didn't take her long wandering the market place for her to find her prize walking out of a shop with a bag of clothes on hand when she pounced, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and shimmying her hips joyfully as she captured his lips in hers.

"Mmmmph, Betsy?" Asked a bug-eyed Angel out of shock, caught staring between her smiling face and her suddenly expanded chest. "You... Look good."

"You're looking good yourself handsome." Betsy tittered, biting her lower lip as she rubbed her nose against his. "Say... Wanna join the mile HIGH club?"

Confused, Angel looked around, not getting what she was suggesting. "Uhm... We don't have an airport Betsy."

"I wasn't talking about fucking in a PLANE flyboy." The purple haired telepath purred, reaching down to grip at his erection from his pants. The result of which made his feathered wings ruffle.

*

The silent council was the ruling group of mutants who ran the daily matters of the island of Krakoa. There sitting in a horse shoe shaped table, each member delegated over the matters of the day and the future of mutant kind. Sitting at her seat and going over some paper work in front of her, Emma Frost moved a stray hand over to a package of white chocolate chip cookies. She plucked one free of the box and nibbled away at the biscuit with delight. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it tasted BETTER than she ever remembered it ever being. In fact just about all the food and drink she had been having all day had only been tasting better and better. Whoever they decided to hire as the council cook they were NOT paying them enough for their services.

Sitting up and feeling unprepared for the wobble of her chest doing so, Emma wiped her lip with her thumb and went over the current affairs of the island.

"So, a few things to go over for the course of Krakoa's itinerary." Emma announced, finding her clothing rather snug. "first and foremost I've been getting word of some truancies in the duty roster today."

"Yes..." Nodded Kurt, his tail whipping back and forth behind him as he adjusted his reading glasses. "A few people did not come to work today; we've been a wee bit understaffed."

"Nobody called in sick." Piotr piped in between munching away on a bag of potato chips. The steel-skinned colossus unintentionally staining his work papers in chip grease as he went over his own reports. "Nobody has called in at all really. They just... Haven't shown up."

"Has anyone tried calling them back?"

"We've tried contacting a few." Explained Kitty Pryde, rolling her shoulders and squirming in her seat as if her clothing irritated her. "But all we got was either dead air or strange moaning in the background."

Getting up from her seat, it became clear that there was something strange going on as Emma readjusted her top and made to walk around the table. Her low rider white pants looked panted on her, her hips were wider and her thighs meatier. the upper slopes of her rump were starting to show from the hemline. Her bare stomach looked softer, but it did nothing to draw attention to her top which looked completely stuffed with a pair of soft melons that demanded freedom from the lace coreset top she wore.

"Well, apart from that, Dazzler has informed me she will be putting on a show for the final days of her concert here in Krakoa.

The chatter around the table increased with conversations on what songs to expect or how the show might be like. "I'll be postponing any future meetings so we can enjoy the celebration. and YES... It'll be catered."

Nodding in shared agreement, Emma smiled at everyone else's response. Then her attention fell to the empty chair of Psylocke, making the White Queen pout her lower lip. "By the way, have you called Betsy too?"

Shrugging, Xavier tilted his head and reached for a chip at his table. "I've tried; I've even gone the route of telepathically communicating with her."

"And?" Asked Cyclops, lowering a stack of papers in his hand to see what his former teacher could find. While waiting, his attention diverted over to Emma who continued to predate around the table, giving her stride an exaggerated swivel of her hips that seemed... more ample than the last he saw her. Even her chest, which seemed huge on her. His gaze didn't go unnoticed by the platinum blonde telepath who stole a glance his way and smirked. The next think Cyclops knew was he was bombarded by daydreams of mounting Emma over the table for hours before he shook his head and find that he was still at the meeting. Swallowing hard, he wasn't sure if those fantasies were coming from him, or Emma.

Pressing his fingers to the portable cerebro over his head, Xavier made a face of confusion as he simply gave up and went back to nibbling his chips.

"Something about mile high club and seeing angels."

"Pfff... Penny for THOSE thoughts."

The chuckle rang out amongst those on the council when they heard a knock at the archway leading into the natural chamber. All eyes turned to see Dr. Henry McCoy enter the room.

"Good afternoon gentlemen and ladies of the Silent Council, might I see Scott for a few minutes?"

Getting up from his seat, Cyclops exhaled when he found the daydreams stopped instantly and a chuckle purred from Emma's throat when she got her way back to her seat, but not before brushing her fingers over the man's shoulder when he left the room.

Making their way out of the council room and over to an empty chamber down the hall, Cyclops exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding, leaning back against the wall.

"What's up, Hank?" Cyclops asked, feeling distracted by the changes in Emma's body.

Offering a digital pad to Cyclops for the man to read, the blue furred beast man adjusted his glasses and brought his attention to a picture on the screen.

"I had found it odd why our friend Dazzler had decided to return early, normally our dear Allison is quite the shutterbug for attention during her concerts," Beast began.

"Yes, she does love her publicity."

"That's the thing, I decided to check on why she would cancel so early in Las Vegas and... I'm not getting any news feeds from the city." Hank responded with a foreboding tone. He tapped a clawed finger over television news stations from the state, they were all dead, claiming for the audience to 'Please Stand By' while the channel remained filled with static. "Not only that... I checked satellite pictures of he city overhead and... Well... It's gone!"

Switching the feed to a bird's eye view of the city from low orbit, Beast allowed the picture to zoom in on the city of lights, only there were no lights, or roads, or buildings. It was as if the dessert had swallowed up Las Vegas, and in its place was... A herd of cattle? He zoomed in as far as the satellite would allow, and all he saw were what looked like herds of bovine creatures wandering around. Not a person in sight.

"Beast, keep me informed of what you find."

"Yes Scott, I will be the ever-affable eye in the sky when your eyes are preoccupied."

"And Beast?"

Looking back to Scott as he made his exit, Cyclops gave him a stern look. "Find Dazzler."

*

Meanwhile... Above the clouds overlooking Krakoa...

"Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME TO THE MOON!!!" Screamed Betsy, her legs wrapped around Warren's waist and shoving his face between her tits while she felt him thrust like a jackhammer into her from 5000 feet in the air. The two of them were sweaty and completely naked as they ground against each other up in the sky.

The man was confused and hesitant at first when he found the woman in the promenade slinking up to him and smothering him in hungry kisses. But the longer the two made out, the more and more silly it felt why the two WEREN'T screwing like rabbits right now. Rearing his head back and groaning from release, Betsy shared her own in a keening scream that only seemed to make him even harder.

Which was another thing, he couldn't understand a single bit of it but the longer they were going, the MORE energetic he was feeling. He had never felt so hard in his life, and his balls practically ached to go off again into the woman who seemed to be getting curvier every time he looked at her with lust drunk eyes.

When they started, he noticed her cleavage showing in her top, something she would never in her more adventurous days had allowed. Now her breasts were on full display and had done nothing but grown larger, rounder, fuller and heavier. Her thighs and ass were not left out either as they seemed to pack on more and more meat and curves the longer they've been up in the air. His fingers practically sunk into the soft flesh when he needed more of a grip to keep her close.

He just couldn't get enough of her.

"Ooooh... One more go to Warren! go for Seven! GO FOR SEVEN!!!"

"Huuunnnnnnnggggggh!"

The two were so high up, to anyone who was curios where the screaming was coming from, looking up they would only see a pair of specks up in the air, and thought nothing of it. Some had been watching the two flit around between the clouds like a pair of drunken bumblebees with morbid curiosity. Wondering who could be so brazen... Or frisky enough to do this for hours. A singular scream from overhead seemed to signal the finale to the two banging up in the air and they slowly and clumsily flew back down to the roof of one of the sky scrapers, ending the show they were putting on for anyone who was watching.

Collapsed on the roof and panting for air, the two mutants were slick with sweat. Betsy herself swooned and pawed at her naked figure while post coital bliss flowed through her, not the least bit surprised to find her curves had expanded to outrageous proportions... If anything she found a strange craving to be even bigger.

"No WONDER you call yourself Angel." She hummed, rolling onto her side to smile down at the exhausted man. And she wasn't the only one who went through changes. Warren looked like he had been working out every day of his life. And by the size of the 2-foot-long salami draped over his thigh he was now as hung as a walrus!

The sight of his girth was enough to make the normally reserved Psylocke flare her nostrils and lick her lips. All the more eager to go another round, but a growl from her stomach made her have to choose between more sex and getting something to eat, and at that moment, hunger won out.

Getting to her feet and laughing when she found her center of gravity had shifted significantly. Finally giving her expanded curves a look over, she let her hands roam over the ripe pumpkins that were now her breasts, the stout flanks of her thighs and fat apple bottom of her rear. The feel of it sent such a thrill through her she gave her ass a hearty slap and found herself nickering like a goat when she felt a spike of pleasure course through her.

"Well big boy, mamma Betsy has to get a bite, but don't be a stranger!" She tittered, sauntering off the ceiling to the exit so she could make her way back down to the ground floor.

By the time she stepped out of the elevator and waltzed her way down the lobby like a model walking a runway, the naked, purple haired woman turned heads instantly as she made her way through the open space and tossed her hair. She felt like she was on cloud nine! Nothing could compare to the elation that made her feel as high as a kite. Not even when she felt a pair of gloved hands grab her shoulders and a large leather coat wrap around her like a blanket.

"MON DIEU BETSY!" Gasped Remy LeBeau through clenched teeth as he darted his gaze to everyone around them in a panic, looking far more embarrassed for her appearance than she was. "What has gotten INTO you, girl?!"

Giggling like she was drunk, Psylocke snaked her arms around the man's shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, one that made his black and red eyes go wide. "If you play your cards right? And give a girl a meal? Maybe YOU will swamp rat..."