Emma enjoys her hot tea.

Sipping at her tea, Emma Frost squirmed in her seat outside the swimming pool with Psylocke. Scratching at her scalp, the silver haired woman picked at her diamond-like horns and rolled her shoulders when her top was stretched to capacity to contain her now larger tits. She didn’t know why, but after a few sips of her east-dragon tea, she felt hotter and hotter, squirming in her seat despite her hips and thighs overflowing the chair. “Typical… I can’t leave the others to get the proper tea even if I gave them a mental push.” Sighed the white scaled dragoness, shifting in her seat and sighing when her long tail finally burst free of her pants. “What’s worse is this tea is giving me an appetite.”

Betsy sighed on her lounger, rolling onto her front to soak up the sun. By now, she had grown significantly, the telepath completely unrecognizable from just a few minutes ago. Rolling her shoulders and sighing under the sun, the woman’s bikini stood no chance in containing her wider hips and rear, her stout legs, massive breasts or saurian tail. Over the course of her ‘tanning session’, Betsy’s scaly skin had turned purple, her long tail dangling past the lounger by a few feet in the tiled ground. Craning her neck and yawning her snout, Psylocke scratched at her hair, picking at her four horns before closing her eyes to savour the sun. When the lounger finally collapsed under her weight, she didn’t seem to notice or care.

*

“Yes! More! MOAR!!!” Cried out Storm, **** to all fours while Colossus mounted her from behind. The hulking chrome dragon was practically drooling in lust as he thrust harder and harder. Rearing back and roaring out his release, Storm followed seconds later with her own orgasmic roar, her belly swelling larger as did the rest of her. By now she was well over 8 feet tall and four times her original weight, but she didn’t care, she wanted more, to be bigger, meatier, but above all else, she wanted the bulge in her womb to grow. Her tongue lolling out of her newly developed muzzle, Storm could already feel solid shapes begin to form in her womb, her breasts swelling larger and filling with milk.

“Hhraaaargh! Can’t stop FUCKING!”

“Then don’t stop! Give me everything you’ve got Peter, pump me full!”

Rearing back and roaring out another release, Storm cried out when a pair of black wings sprouted out of her back, flapping and draping over her shoulders once she collapsed from the stimulation. Eventually Colossus had also grown tired and collapsed to the ground, still lodged into the dragonesses nethers and twitching from over stimulation.