Good girls go to heaven, bad girls get back stage...

"Ooooh... All at once?" Jean mumbled to herself, leaning against the wall to keep herself propped up as she watched what was happening at Dazzler's place.

The tryst at Scott's office with Raven and Irene apparently was a side dish to the main course happening at Alison's home while she was planning redecorating. And redecorating was what was happening as everything Storm and Rogue warned the woman about quickly came true with Scott bending Anne Marie over the ruins of the destroyed couch to pound into her like a rutting bull while the others made out or kissed at his shoulders and back.

Sliding down the wall to collapse to the floor of her home, Jean slipped and rolled onto her back and pawed at her blouse. Squirming on the spot as she watched the orgy from afar. Seeing her Scott have his way with the five women was an overstimulating experience for the telepath. Tossing her hair out and ripping open her second blouse of the day, Jean wailed and moaned in time with Storm as she watched the weather goddess hotdogged by her man, her leg over his shoulder as he slammed deeper and deeper into her pussy while he sucked on one of her tits. Her mouth was agape and licking her lips as she looked through Dazzler's eyes as she sucked off her husband and was rewarded with a stomach full of his cum. Paralyzed in pleasure, Jean could only flutter her eyes and sink all five of her fingers into her pussy to douse her lusts. Irine, Raven, Ororo, Anne Marie, Alison, they all had their turns with Scott, and each time they did, Jean was left as a drooling mess until she finally passed out.

Or did she?

In her own mental space, Jean shivered and hugged herself after the experience.

"Wow... Aren't WE ambitious!" Husked Jean, still recuperating from the moment. "Six lovers? How DO we keep up with you?"

Breathing more slowly and gathering up the mental images of all five women having their way with Cyclops, Jean smiled as she tapped her lip with a finger in thought, going over the five's dreams and desires and how they played off each other. She conjured representations of the other five women in her mind as they currently were, standing both motionless and expressionless like mannequins. Focusing her attention on Storm, Jean smiled as she read the woman's mind, seeing her deepest desires.

"Where WILL we be in five years...?"

Almost immediately, the projection of Storm began to grow, taller at first but then her muscles began to stiffen, becoming stronger as she was taller. Her curves expanding along with her as her breasts grew well past the size of her own head and her hips and thighs rivalled her original body. Jewelry appeared around the woman's neck, wrists and fingers, making her look like some regal queen... Except she did not wear a like of clothing to cover herself. If anything her mind felt proud to show off her body, especially with a belly large enough to bear a litter of 6 kicking up a riot inside her womb.

"Hmm, taken mental notes with Rogue and Dazzler I see." Jean purred, admiring the woman's stronger physique, finding that her plans to simply be Scott's loving broodmare had evolved into being a bear of a woman strong enough to keep up with him AND appreciate the pleasures it came with.

"I wonder what Anne Maria and Alison feel about that." Looking into both their minds, she updated their appearance to reflect that, surprised to find both women expand and change before her eyes in the same way. Now 12 feet tall and nearly a metric ton, the three women looked like a trio of goddesses representing fertility, war and love all at once. Rogue's tits were enormous as were her muscles, her truck bumper wide hips framing tree trunk thighs to hold up her massive belly. Alison was just as large, tall and fecund. Her blonde hair reaching down to her tail bone and wearing opulent jewelry that matched Storm's own treasures, as did Rogue's own jewelry.

"And now... What of our newest attendees?" She wondered, her eyes going wide with arousal when she looked deeper. "Oh my..."

Watching Irene's desires for her own future, Jean found herself panting as the woman swelled and grew to match Rogue, Storm and Dazzler, but where they had taken a more regal look, albeit one where their clothing with simply jewelry, Destiny had taken an almost primitive appearance. Her desire to be wild and rough in contrast to her prim and proper façade had made her envisioned future look like a giant cavewoman. She matched the other three in size, height and mass, but her appearance was rough and aggressive. Her brown hair was savage and unkempt like the mane of a lion, her legs and armpits unshaven and her strong, meaty body covered in tribal tattoos, bearing crude jewelry made from the teeth of predators. Looking into her fantasies, she felt right at home like some cave woman in the savage lands offering Scott a proverbial tribe of children every time she got pregnant.

"Oh my, you are going to make my nights a damp mess, aren't you."

But if Irene made Jean squirm, Mystique made the telepath weak in the knees. Seeing how she would look in a few years at her current state, Jean found the woman change drastically before her proverbial eyes. Shirking any notion of clothes all together, Mystique's skin took on an almost reptilian, scaly appearance like a chameleon. Her hair was still there but it was rough and wild like Irene's. She looked like some massive alien creature ripe with child. Her belly was nearly a perfect orb save for the outstretched belly button and massive tits sitting on top like it was a shelf. But her fantasies and desires were what really made Jean bite her lip. Mystique had an eve complex! For almost a century, the shapeshifter had gone from town to town, bearing children and putting them up for adoption. And like some Jane Appleseed, she had personally made it her goal to make mutant kind more prolific.

"Ugh... To think what the others would gain with such ideas..."

Using her imagination, she updated the other ladies, mingling their desires together. The end result were a group of femizons cradling bellies that looked ready to pop. It made the woman breath heavily as she wondered just what that would do to her own appearance down the road. Conjuring up a copy of herself, her breathing turned to near hyperventilating as she watched herself grow larger, taller, fatter and stronger. Her clothes snapping and tearing as she outgrew them and her red fiery hair grew down and out, filling out with body until it obscured her entire back. Crude, stone jewelry appeared around her wrists and neck and rough red body paint appeared on her thighs and belly, almost drawing attention away from the hair on her legs and pits. Her teeth appeared sharp behind her plump lips and her eyes looked wild and predatory.

"Hmm, oooh, Scott has NO idea what he is in for." Purred Jean as she turned around and squirmed with delight. "If this keeps up, I'll be too overstimulated to keep up."

"Maybe you need a helping hand."

Gasping in surprise and looking over her shoulder, Jean found her massive, tribal looking duplicate looking down at her with a salacious gleam in her eye, playfully scratching her fingers down her cleavage as she tilted her wide hip and rested her free hand at the shelf of her ass.

"Who are you?"

Tilting her head and smiling a fanged smirk, the woman narrowed her eyes. "You have been over indulging in your fetish my dear, your mind being taxed over and over again with pleasure, and distracting you from letting me out! I am your darker half, the Phoenix!"

The Dark Phoenix!" Gasped Jean, her hands to her mouth as the woman closed her eyes before her and began to grow larger, taking up all of Jean's vision until she was the size of a mouse in comparison to the wild woman.

"Because you were no longer guarding the dark recesses of your mind, you left my cage open, but I'm free now, free to indulge and feed my appetites and ambitions undeterred."

Cupping the woman in her hands, the Dark Phoenix smiled and laughed down at Jean Grey.

"I won't let you harm my friends!"

Harm? Don't be absurd. I want in!"

"What?" Asked Jean with confusion, sitting in the palms of her darker half's hands like a mouse as the giantess purred with laughter.

"Imagine it my demure sister, to see your husband cheat on you... With yourself? I will give him pleasures you are too meek to give him, fuel his more carnal desires and reap the benefits. And the best part is, it won't be you, it'll be me!"

Squirming and groping at her tits with one hand, while the other sunk between her legs, Jean was beside herself at the taboo proposition.

"All you have to do is let me out, and I'll show you what I mean."