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Their palatial bed-centered suite was quiet. Comfortable. Peaceful, even.

Jubilee, Magma, and Shadowcat were sprawled on a curving velvet couch watching a holoscreen, while Iceman worked diligently in the corner, sculpting what appeared to be a towering, anatomically detailed ice cock. Rogue lounged in Gambit's lap, draped like a sleepy cat, lazily sipping from a sweating glass. Beast stood with Quake near the room's far end, his fingers dancing through shimmering hard-light interfaces only he could fully interpret.

Wolverine sat at the bar, totally nude and entirely unbothered, a half-drunk glass of whiskey in hand and one arm thrown back casually, surveying the room like a grizzled king on a throne.

Then Kitty Pryde sat bolt upright with a sharp gasp.

Every head turned.

Her thighs were clamped tight, and her pale face stared downward in horror. The bright-pink g-string stretched across her hips was soaked—a dark triangle blooming at the crotch, wetness trailing visibly down her inner thighs.

“Kitty?” Magma blinked. “You okay?”

“I… I think my brains are leaking out,” she said in a trembling voice, eyes wide with confused panic.

The room froze.

“…Ah, come again?” Bobby asked, blinking at her from behind his half-sculpted, skyward-pointing frozen monument.

“They’re leaking. Out of my—my dick-hole,” Kitty whispered, pointing frantically at her soaked thong. “It’s not pee. I thought it was pee but it’s not—it’s like—my whole mind is just—draining! I think I’m dying!”

A long beat passed.

Then Iceman howled with laughter.

“Oh, c’mon! You don’t even have a dick-hole, Kitty!”

“Yes I do! That’s what it’s called! Where else would your brain leak out from?!”

“That is so not how holes work, girl,” Jubilee muttered from the couch, throwing both hands over her face. “Like, I can’t even.”

“Dis soundin’ real familiar,” Gambit muttered, rubbing his temples. “Betcha one o’ dem telepaths is playin’ dress-up with our neurons again.”

Colossus folded his massive arms across his chest, frowning. “This has all signs of psychic interference. We must remain vigilant and support our comrade. You must remain calm, Kitty.”

“I am calm!” Kitty snapped, now hopping from foot to foot like she could shake the sensation away. “And my brain is still leaking out of my little girl dick-hole, thank you very much!”

“Okay—breathe, babe,” Jubilee said, scooting closer, hands up like she was approaching a feral cat. “Just, like… press your hand over it or something?”

“You cannot just slap a hand over a leaking dick-hole and expect that to fix it!” Kitty shrieked. “That's like a Band-Aid for a faucet! There’s no off switch!”

“…Then what would be appropriate to fix it?” Beast inquired, rubbing his chin, though the faint gleam in his eye suggested he already knew the inevitable punchline.

Kitty turned her full attention on him, eyes narrowing with dramatic gravity.

“A dick, obviously.”

Silence fell over the suite like a curtain.

Gambit leaned back, adjusting himself without shame. “Well, chérie… if it’s girth you need, y’know ol’ Remy always happy to… lend a hand.”

From his lap, Rogue made a soft noise—somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle. Her glass clinked gently against her thigh as she swirled the melting ice inside, then tilted her head just enough to give Gambit a sidelong glance over her shoulder.

It wasn’t jealousy.

Not even close. Her look said, Sugar, you ain't been my main course in weeks… but go on and flex if it makes you feel better

Then she turned back toward the drama without another thought, shifting comfortably in his lap, letting her bare ass sink deeper against his growing interest as if he were no more than a well-heated cushion.

She took a sip of her drink and drawled, “Well, Ah reckon it ain’t always about size… but Lord knows sometimes, it sure don’t hurt.”

Beast, ever the gentleman, brushed at his furred chest. “While I cannot speak to diameter, I assure you, I possess remarkable elasticity and—might I say—exceptional absorbency.”

Kitty squinted at them both, lips curled in pure disdain. “No offense, but my brains would just slide past you two like a hot dog through a hallway. I need something serious. Something formidable. Something that could damn a river.”

There were some snorts and feminine laughter as everyone’s gaze turned to Logan.

He didn’t move. Just took a slow sip of whiskey, exhaled through his nose, and squinted at her.

Kitty took a step forward, reverent, palms pressed together like a prayer.

“I need yours, Logan,” she breathed. “It’s the only one that makes sense. It’s fat. It’s mean. It could plug a black hole. Please.”

Logan groaned, dragging a hand down his rugged face. “Fuckin’ telepaths.”

Kitty was already on the move.

The moment he gave his gruff, half-sighing consent, she dropped to her knees and crawled across the floor like a woman possessed. Her soaked g-string squelched with every movement, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was plugging the leak. The dick-hole leak.

She didn’t ask. Didn’t wait.

She wrapped one hand around his warm, thick shaft—soft but nice and heavy in her palm—and leaned forward to take it into her mouth. Her lips sealed over the thick head as she began to suck with frantic energy, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed, bobbing her head like she was trying to jump-start a car with her throat.

One hand pumped rapidly at the base, the other cupping and massaging his weighty, hairy balls, lifting and rolling them with purposeful attention. She made wet, **** little slurping noises, entirely unashamed. This was a mission.

“Come on, come on, please,” she whimpered between frantic licks, eyes wide, pumping him with one hand while the other rolled his nuts, coaxing them like they were pressure valves. “I can feel my thoughts slipping out—just dripping through me like soup through a sieve—please get hard!”

Logan grunted. “Darlin’, you are outta your damn mind.”

But his body responded fast.

His cock twitched, then surged with blood, stiffening in her grip so suddenly that Kitty yelped around it and had to pull back, staring in awe as it rose to full, monstrous thickness in her hands. It was hard. Towering. Pulsing with heat.

“YES!” she gasped.

Without hesitation, she scrambled up his broad, muscle-packed body like she was scaling a tree. She pressed her body to his chest, panting hot little breaths into his neck as she reached down and gripped his cock, positioning it beneath her dripping, swollen entrance.

Then she dropped.

Her entire body shuddered as she impaled herself onto his cock, stretching open around the thick head, then down… deeper… deeper still. Her back arched, mouth falling open as Logan’s twelve thick inches split her open, stretching her to the core.

She landed flush in his lap, fully seated.

And she sang.

A soft, trembly, relieved sound escaped her lips like she’d just slipped into a hot bath after a week in the snow. She clung to his chest, hips twitching faintly as her cunt pulsed and throbbed around him, locking him in like a seal.

“Oh thank God,” she whispered into his hairy pecs. “I can think again…”

Logan stared at her, brows furrowed. “You really believe that, huh?”

She nuzzled him like he was a sacred monument. “You don’t understand… you plugged it. My dick-hole. You saved me.”

Logan growled softly, hands gripping her hips with firm pressure. “Well then, since you’re parked up there… you better make yourself useful. Rub one out for me, girl. Use that so-called dick-hole of yours like you mean it.”

Kitty tilted her face up toward him, flushed, glowing, and utterly devoted.

“Yes, daddy,” she said sweetly.

From across the room, Jubilee choked. “Oh HELL no! That’s my thing, you little skank!”

Kitty just smiled and started to move.

Logan leaned back against the bar, one massive arm braced behind him, the other casually lifting his glass to his lips. The amber whiskey caught the light as he took a slow sip, eyes half-lidded beneath his thick brow. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to.

Kitty did all the moving.

Perched in his lap, her small hands grasped his broad, hairy shoulders like handholds on a climbing wall. Her feet were braced on the bar stools to either side of him, giving her full leverage. She was slick, frantic, panting—her whole body working with single-minded intensity.

She rose up slowly, Logan’s cock dragging wetly along her clenching walls until only the thick head remained inside.

Then she slammed herself back down, crying out with joy.

“Y-yes! Oh God, it’s working—it’s working!” she gasped, hips bouncing, thighs quivering. “I can feel it sealing—it’s not leaking anymore—oh thank you thank you thank you—”

Her toned body rolled and bucked, each motion smooth and ****. She turned herself into a machine of motion, her hips thrusting and grinding in erratic but determined rhythm. The wet slap of skin echoed off the bar as Logan’s cock disappeared again and again into her soaked, trembling heat.

Logan grunted softly, the only outward sign that he felt anything—but his cock throbbed thick and full, every inch buried in the needy brunette bouncing on his lap. Her body quaked each time she bottomed out, a perfect, breathless moan leaving her lips as her feet flexed on the stools, legs trembling from the effort.

“Look at you,” Logan muttered, swirling the last of his whiskey. “Turned yourself into a little cock-pump.”

Kitty moaned louder at that, her forehead pressed to his collarbone, body shuddering from the praise. “I had to… I had to… you don’t understand… it was dripping out of me…”

“Yeah, yeah. Your brains. Out your dick-hole,” he muttered, setting the glass down with a clink.

She nodded feverishly, her pussy clenching tight around his cock. “You plugged it, daddy…”

There was another shriek of outrage from Jubilee which was quickly cut off as Magma swung a leg over her face.

Logan rumbled deep in his chest, his hands sliding down to her ass to keep her steady. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t need to. She was doing all the work—and loving every second of it.

Every bounce brought her closer, her slick folds stretched around his massive shaft, the length of it forcing her open, reshaping her from the inside. Her stomach bulged slightly with the effort, the visual obscene and irresistible.

She told herself she was just studying—just gathering intel like Magik wanted—but her thighs were clenched, her breath tight, and her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her skirt like they had a mind of their own.

Watching Kitty ride Logan like her life depended on it was already filthy enough—the sounds, the expressions, the rawness—but what really twisted the knife was the change. Kitty wasn’t just horny. She was gone. The clever, sarcastic, stubborn X-girl was nowhere in sight. In her place was a ****, whimpering cum-slut praising her captor for plugging her “dick-hole.”

Hisako should’ve felt horror. And she did.

But she also felt hot.

Her heart pounded as she watched Kitty melt into Logan’s lap, turned into a frantic cock-pump with a single-minded devotion that seemed impossible. And not just Kitty—everywhere she looked, her heroes were being used, twisted, remade. And it was working. They wanted it. Needed it.

And that—God help her—that was what made it so addictive to watch.

It wasn’t just the sex. It was seeing the collapse of everything she thought was unshakable. Kitty, Jubilee, Magma… even Logan. None of them were faking it. They weren’t fighting. They were loving it. No matter how perverse, degrading, or absurd it became—they adjusted.

Hisako hated that part of her craved it. Not the acts, necessarily—but the control. The way personalities buckled. The way reality rewrote itself around pleasure and obedience. Watching her idols unravel wasn’t just horrifying—it was arousing.

And deep down, she couldn’t stop wondering:

What would it feel like… when it was her turn?

It was Rogue who first said it aloud, mid-conversation, while lounging on a velvet floor cushion in nothing but a shimmery green and gold thong. Though technically dressed, her seated position and lush curves made it look otherwise—the thin scrap of cloth all but disappeared between her wide hips and thick thighs, and her enormous bare tits rested heavily in her lap, pressed together and spilling over her legs as she gestured lazily with a drink in hand.

“Y’all ever notice how Jubilee turns into a damn gremlin soon as somebody parks their peach on her face?”

Bobby blinked. “I thought that was just her thing.”

"Nah, like—her whole dang personality just shuts off," Rogue smirked, "She goes all blank and starts eatin’ like a starvin’ possum in a peach orchard."

"I mean," Kitty purred, her lithe body adorned with only a playful purple thong, "she is really good at it…"

Across the room, Jubilee, wearing a bright yellow g-string that barely covered her, was nestled with her head practically buried in Logan's lap on a lush divan. His big, coiled flaccid cock with a crown of unruly hair and fat, shadowed balls resting against her cheek. Her flat chest, adorned with her cute, pebbly brown nipples, was pressed against his thigh as she giggled and sucked on a small chocolate popsicle in the shape of a penis.

Totally normal.

Then Shadowcat stood, looked thoughtful, slipped down her thong, and casually walked over, lifting her leg and straddling Jubilee’s head like it was a chair.

The instant her glistening pussy, made contact with Jubilee’s face, everything changed.

Jubilee’s eyes glazed over, her pupils dilating.

Her arms dropped limply to her sides.

Jubilee’s tongue lapped with sudden, fevered focus—rapid, sloppy, greedy. Her lips latched around Kitty’s swollen folds with noisy suction, licking like a starved creature at a melting treat, her own popsicle held out past Logan’s thigh in a limp hand. She moaned mindlessly, her mouth moving in wild, wet patterns, her chin already slick with juices.

“Ah! Jesus—okay—she’s on it already!” Kitty gasped, grabbing a grinning Logan’s broad, hairy shoulders for support, her own breath catching at the intensity of the scene.

The rest of the room reacted with little more than idle amusement.

“See what ah mean?” Rogue gestured lazily, her gaze fixed on the spectacle. “Soon as she’s got a faceful o’ cooch, she turns into a Roomba with a tongue.”

Magma nodded. “Back in Nova Roma, she’d have been a prized body-****. Girls like that were assigned to bathhouses and banquet halls. My father used to say a good mouth was worth more than a silver mine if you knew who to lend it to.”

Beast, having joined Wolverine in forgoing the tiny g-strings, adjusted his glasses, fingers flickering in the air as if typing on an invisible keyboard. “Fascinating neuro-suppression. She’s otherwise lucid. Only when a vulva is in direct contact with her lips does the auto-subroutine activate.”

Kitty was practically climbing the wall now, her thighs trembling. “Okay this is—this is so good—why is she humming like that?”

“She always hums,” Rogue said, shaking her head fondly. “Like she’s workin’ a job and whistlin’ while she does it.”

Just then, Quake, her toned body clad in a simple black thong, padded into the room, pert C-cups bouncing, stretching languidly. “Is the carpet munching bot 3000 active?”

“Indeed,” Beast replied with a chuckle without looking up. “You may queue.”

Quake sighed dramatically and sat down to join Beast in manipulating cyberspace with her neural implant, already reaching to untie her thong.

Minutes later, Kitty let out a shaking whimper and collapsed off Jubilee’s face, her eyes rolling back and legs trembling uncontrollably.

Jubilee blinked, looking around in confusion, the taste of pussy still lingering on her lips.

“Huh? Did I—uh—did I black out again?”

“Yes,” Beast said, adjusting his glasses. “Twenty-three minutes total. You achieved climax delivery in six.”

Jubilee perked up instantly, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Wait—six minutes?! Yo, that’s a PB, right? New high score?!” She threw her hands up in victory, her tiny bare breasts jiggling slightly. “Let’s gooo!”

Then she paused, blinking dumbly. “Wait. What game was I playing?”

Rogue just burst out laughing, her ample jugs shaking. “Sugar, you weren’t playin’ no game. You were munchin’ Kitty’s kitty like it owed you lunch.”

Jubilee looked down, finally noticing the slick mess on her chin. “Ohhh. That does explain the taste…”

She shrugged, still beaming. “Guess I’m MVP again! Somebody queue me up—I’m on fire!”

And Quake, already dropping her thong to reveal her smooth, shaved mound, said cheerfully, “Next!”

From her invisible intangible vantage point, Hisako watched it all unfold with a burning tightness low in her belly.

She tried to tell herself it was still research. That she was just following Magik’s plan—keeping tabs on how deep the changes went. But that lie was getting harder to swallow.

Especially when she couldn’t stop rubbing her thighs together.

Especially when she caught herself holding her breath every time Jubilee’s mouth latched onto another girl’s pussy, waiting for the moan, for the tremble, for that glazed-over bliss that spread through their bodies like a virus.

She should’ve felt sick. Furious. Something.

But all she felt was hot. Way too hot.

She knew it wasn’t right. Knew this wasn’t how her X-Men were supposed to act—Rogue laughing like a lazy courtesan, Magma talking about sex slaves like it was casual family history, Kitty mewling like a toy. Jubilee’s brain clearly short-circuited, but no one seemed to care. If anything, they encouraged it.

Hisako pressed her palms to her thighs, trying to ground herself. But the slick heat between her legs pulsed insistently. It wasn’t just the sex—it was the transformation. Watching proud, powerful women turned into toys and priestesses of pleasure. Watching it stick. Watching it make sense to them.

And worse—realizing it was starting to make sense to her, too.

She’d let Wensanga touch her again last night.

Not out of manipulation. Not even ****. Just… curiosity. Her fingers were so gentle, her voice so calm. Her touch always knew exactly where to land. Hisako had gasped, had whimpered into her own pillow, had arched against those fingers like they were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

It hadn’t even felt like giving in. More like… slipping under. Softly. Naturally.

And now she was watching Jubilee get treated like shared furniture, and part of her didn’t feel horror.

Part of her felt envy.

She clenched her fists in her lap, heart hammering, breath shallow. She was changing. She knew it.

And it still didn’t stop her from wanting more.