Meeting Of the Minds, Meetings of the Flesh

It seemed like a rather silly thing to surprised by, all things considering, but Janet was nonetheless astonished to learn that the world-famous intellectual and activist Charles Xavier was uncircumcised.

Aside from Hank, Janet never got to see a lot of dicks up close, even after her past few weeks of debauchery. But Xavier's Cerebro Chamber offered something of a calm within the storm, or at least a tropical depression to the typhoon that raged outside the room. Everyone inside, herself included, were just as **** to the Pulse as everyone else, but were far less frantic in their mating, and under those provisions, Janet was properly marvel at the pillar of flesh that, just hours ago, had been drilling into her and given her one orgasm after another.

Beautiful was the only word that sprang to Janet's mind, as absurd as it felt to describe a man's junk. But as she lovingly caressed it, feeling out every throb and pulse as her grip pulled the loose skin up and down its length, she felt as much doting infatuation as she did primal lust. Janet pinched her moist lips together, watching Charles' thick knob, the deepest shade of green across his bulky body, open and close its narrow slit at the top from her pumping, with precum oozing out every time.

Charles himself appeared unaware or even indifferent to Janet. Seated and plugged into Cerebro itself, the trademark helmet was partially dismantled along the back and sides just to accommodate his newly enlarged head, but otherwise it succeeded in cutting off his eyes underneath the visor. His lower face remained solemn and rigid, but the more Janet pulled on or blew air onto his fat shaft the more she found his pursed lips begin to tremble, like someone holding back laughter or a cough. Janet was delighted by the reaction she was provoking in him, and decided to exacerbate it by sitting herself up and hovering her breasts over his cock.

Janet suddenly became aware of another person behind her--it would have been impossible not to, considering his thundering steps approaching her. As if on cue, Janet spread out her thighs, her knees previously locked together while she was leaning into Charles' lap. She bent her lower back into a slope, thrusting her ass out to the onlooker in open invitation. The response she recieved came without words as well, beginning with a dull thud to the floor as the stranger fell to his knees, followed by the ticklish brustle of a dense fur, along with his throbbing cock, gracing Janet's corded thighs. The fur started covering even more of her naked body as the stranger hunched himself over her. Human hands, but with padded palms and clawed fingers, settled along her hips, accompanied with an inhuman, feline-like growl heard over Janet's shoulder.

But Janet felt neither fear nor revulsion. Only excitement, communicated by her moaning encouragingly around Charles' cock.

Janet's head bobbed up and down Charles' prick, nearly matching the speed of her hands that stroked the portions of his immense length she could not stuff down her throat. She paused for a moment, savoring the precum Charles had fed her. She had noticed the man from behind never actually took the plunge, but merely held his body over hers and his claws at her hindquarters. His skin thrummed with wild energy, and his guttural, lion-like huffing never ceased.

We're all long past the point of courtesy by now, Dr. McCoy, Janet said telepathically, wiggling her ass in anticipation. By all means, go right ahead.

***

Not a cloud could be seen in the sky above the bright and sunny day the Xavier estate found itself blessed with, nor was there a sound to be heard save for the gentle chirping of birds in the wilderness to the right end of the mansion's rear lawn. Within the large white gazebo which sat in the center of the garden's layout, Emma Frost sighed contentedly at the dual sensations of the gentle warmth of the sunlight against her back and shoulders and the crisp coldness of the tea she was treated to during this meeting.

"Mmm, chilled gongmei. Always a delight, whenever I find myself a batch," Emma said, drawing her teacup away from her silver-coated lips with nary a smudge along its rim. She rested the cup against her chair's armrest before resting her hands into her lap. Seated with poise, the White Queen was dressed in appropriately chilling attire with a hint of titillation: High-waisted white dress pants and a white blazer, with no blouse underneath and unbuttoned at the top, exposing much of her cleavage. "Charles, your taste never ceases to impress," she said, turning her neck to the right and gently brushing a hand through her hair.

"I aim to please, Miss Frost," Xavier responded, running his hand through his own mop of dirty blond hair. He sat with his legs crossed, dressed in his usual black suit and tie. "It was the least I could do with you and Elizabeth's added help. These circumstances has me think back to my boyhood days, with the very psychic plane at my fingertips but far too rambunctious to truly put my skills to the test. To keep up a mental facsimile such as this through all the noise and stimulation can be taxing, even for me."

"No problem Charles." Answered Betsy Braddock, leaning forward with her arms folded at her lap, wearing an exquisite dark purple silk dress and her hair in a bun with a pair of black spokes.

Emma Frost looked to the others sitting with her also, joined in this telepathic meeting to determine what to do during this crisis. Hellion, Mirage, Karma, Beast and the Wasp all discussed and chatted with each other, trying everything they knew how to brainstorm or plan out what to do with the knowledge of not only that the entire campus had been infused with gamma radiation, but all had been exposed to the green door... And the pulse.

Even here, they could feel it, like a feint heartbeat in their ear, but so long as they were distracted from it, they could ignore it... For now. That was why they had all gathered in the sanctity of the cerebro chamber and envelop their mind in this projection. Outside, everyone without the same mental fortitude or mental gifts were in the flow of the pulse outside the cerebro chambers. Almost everywhere had descended into an orgy where writhing, sweating bodies pressed, ground and bucked into each other. Filling the halls and chambers with moans that echoed out and the walls splattered with various fluids that dripped to the floor.

Back in the psychic bubble, Karma sipped at her own tea in her hands, wearing a tasteful yellow sundress with a matching bow in her hair spoke with Mirage, the woman wearing a soft brown business dress with her hair combed back, wearing a stylish bead necklace and earrings. "Could we project a mass hallucination on the entire campus, block out the pulse THAT way?"

"Yes, the two of us could impose a kind of mental illusion coupled with my ability to impose my will over it, we could fortify the X-Men's minds against it."

Betsy clicked her tongue and lightly shook her head. "Sorry, but Emma already tried that with our esteemed guest earlier," she explained, gesturing over to Janet. "The Pulse is not a case-by-case basis. Rather, it produces mirror reactions to the subconscious thanks to its true source. The Green Door appears to exist outside of the Astral Plane, and is well out of the reach of even Omega-level telepaths such as Charles and I."

Xuân let out a frustrated sigh, but was quickly tended to by Dani, who ran her hand down her teammate's arm affectionately. Xuân smiled at her before offering her retort. "So, it is in fact this Green Door that is the source of this, not the Gamma Radiation itself?"

"But this Green Door does rear itself within the Astral Plane, correct?" Dani asked. Is that merely the only plane of reality we are able to perceive it, or might it be an aspect of it. I'm no stranger to fighting nightmares. Or, perhaps in my new state I could regain my quantum powers, and try to chart where exactly this Green Door lies--"

"Yeah, yeah. Got it. Giant menace in the sky, how to kill it tee-bee-dee," blurted out Hellion, fidgeting in his seat. "Before we get bogged down by all this existentialism, can I just shoot out real quick," Julian gestured to himself and the prim black suit he was dressed in. "What's up with the monkey suits?" he asked with a sly grin. "Is this, like, a form of denial or something? Would a casual event really be too much of a giveaway?"

Hank cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before responding. "It was a unanimous decision--made before you were summoned to participate, Mister Keller--that a cordial, tranquil setting would be the best simulated environment for us to discuss our next course of action."

Karma trilled her lips as she watched Hellion roll his shoulder in discomfort. She and Mirage shared a look and giggled behind the back of their hands at Julian's consternation. (In reality, the two green skinned amazon women were tangled up together, lashing their tongues into each other's mouths and nearly driving each other's hands into their nethers while sweat from the humidity they gave off made their skin slick.)

Emma shared the younger women's mirth, tittering underneath her gloved hand. "And, for the record, there was no dress code to this party's invite, Julian. That's just what your mind generated when you saw the rest of us." Emma threw her eyes across the gazebo, eyeing up both Janet and Betsy. "Fortunately for you, you have three fashion icons in your midst. How about it, ladies? Do we want to give Mister Keller here a 'casual' ensemble?" The three women exchanged glances, and in an instant Julian's attire changed to a pair of Lightning McQueen red sneakers, blue Monster's Inc sweatpants, and an Incredibles T-shirt, capped off with a Mickey Mouse hat over his head.

Slumping in his seat, Julian muttered "I hate you... So much."

Emma beamed at her pupil, playfully kicking her foot in his direction. (In reality, Emma Frost had her back against the wall with her right leg wrapped around Hellion's waist and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as the red skinned Hulk thrust hard into her pussy and clasped his mouth around her spurting nipple, her moans echoing across the Cerebro chamber and adding to everyone else's there.)

"Pfft... No you don't."

"Yes, well," Hank spoke up, taking reigns of the conversation. "Mister Keller is at least correct that we have more immediate matters to remedy before we get ahead of ourselves." He turned to address Janet, who sat at his left side between himself and Charles.

"Miss Van Dyne, is it possible that, in your Gamma-enhanced state, your natural ability to produce and excrete Pym Particles has been enhanced as well? If you were able to shrink most if not everyone in the vicinity to a reduced state, that could prove to be a temporary solution to our overcrowding problem."

Janet once again found herself in an approximation of her old self. Her chestnut hair was cut short and primped into a stylish pixie cut, and her petite body was dressed in a fashionable sleeveless jumpsuit, with a wide collar and belt highlighting her curves. She smiled politely at Hank and shook her head. "Sorry, Doctor McCoy. I'm no expert in the science of it all, so I have no clue what would happen if I tried extending it to others, especially now. I tried checking to see how long I could stay the size of an ant before Hank--my, ahem, another Hank--found me passed out in a thimble on his desk. Had to wash out the puke for a couple days from my dress too."

"Hmm, yes," Hank grumbled. Scratching his chin, the blue-furred lion man reached over to the small table that stood between him and Janet. "Certainly disappointing, but on top of everything, I suppose we wouldn't want to subject the students to something akin to nitrogen narcosis." With the pitcher still in hand, Hank gestured it to Janet, and with a nod from her refilled her cup before doing the same for himself.

"I appreciate the forewarning, Miss Van Dyne," Hank said as he dunked and stirred two sugar cubes into his tea.

Janet giggled. "Um, Hank. I think it's safe to say we're on a first-name basis by now."

(In reality, Beast was roaring out loud like a bear while he plowed into the Wasp from behind, who had Charles pinned to sit against the wall while she took his foot and a half long cock down her throat down to the hilt, swirling her tongue around his girth to coax him to cum. Clawed hands gripped at her wide flanks and made the green insect woman gurgle from stimulation as she felt her stomach and womb get flooded at the same time.)

Hank averted his gaze away from Janet, stirring his tea in his lap with both his broad shoulders hunched inward. "Well, I just reasoned...well, this entire development is a...psychosocial extravaganza, for lack of a better term."

"No, Hank," Dani added. "That's the perfect term."

"We give you an award for 'Best Term for Hulk Pandemic,'" Xuân chimed in.

Hank cleared his throat and meekly brought up his tea for a brief sip. "The social sciences are not especially my forte. Nor is Gamma Radiation, for that matter. I would assume Sampson and Langowski are having a field day right now, scribbling notes furiously with their eyes glued to the news. I myself barely had the time to go over some of Walter's essays I had on hand until Rahne burst into the lab.

"Rahne's cubs were blue, weren't they?" Xuân whispered into Dani's ear, to which she silently nodded with a broad smile.

"Regardless of any...interruptions," Hank continued. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't kicking myself for never doing my own research before today. To just see Bruce's altered form out in the open seems so straight-forward, but upon closer scrutiny the physiological effects of Gamma Radiation spits in the face of the laws of physics. Energy to mass and mass to energy, they don't match up and any attempt to tamper with the cells I've collected have resulted in nothing usable. Almost like it's mocking my attempts to cure it."

"Certainly sells home it's apparent supernatural properties," Betsy chimed in.

"Well, before you start boo-hooing too hard about not doing your homework Hank, it's hard not to see the positives out of this whole thing." Hellion spoke up, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers with pointed attention. Hands he did not have a day ago.

"Yeah..." Replied Karma, rubbing a hand over her leg and wriggling the toes in her shoe. Almost forgetting how her toes felt to do so. "And, not to congradulate the biggest teen pregnancy blow-up in history, but this might have ended up being our solution to the mutant endangerment crisis."

Emma chuckled. "It hasn't even been a meal's time since the first big delivery wave, and we're all getting busy with round two," Emma sighed, fanning herself.

"Indeed," Hank added. "Of the forty-two students and staff the school held at the beginning of the day, over half of them were women. All of whom have conceived and carried an average of five offspring to term by this evening. With no solution yet as to how to control our baser impulses, at this rate nearly three-hundred Gamma-irradiated mutants on our hands by next morning. And that's assuming the accelerated gestation and maturation rate remains as it presently was."

"Which brings up a question I'm guessing y'all eggheads have been too distracted to really sit on for too long," Julian chimed in. "Now that everyone made a meal out of the school, are we supposed to start chowing down on Shi'ar tech, or what?"

"Um, if this is about a food shortage," Janet spoke up, timidly raising her hand. "I mean, not to break the facade by talking dirty, but I'm feeling pretty full after swallowing the Professor's cum."

Janet's comment sparked a whooping from Hellion, giggling from Karma and Mirage, and side glances from Xavier and Hank, but Betsy and Emma smiled and nodded--albeit Emma's smirk held with far more amusement.

"I can attest to this. During the initial outbreak, I still had the wits to issue a mental command to Piotr to not come inside of me, but even as he pulled out I found myself craving his seed. I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much of his load as I could. I had passed out the same as the rest, and I had barely resorted to devouring the school."

Emma playfully scoffed in response. "And, if every She-Hulk around here is even half as horny as me, no female in these under-levels is in short supply of nectar, either. Sounds splendid, we'll be going on an ejaculate diet is on the menu for the weekend."

"If we can contain ourselves for that long," Charles curtly spoke, drowning out the the levity briefly held in the room. He sat sternly in his chair, resting his hands at his chest with his fingers indented. "I have done a bit more research in Gamma Radiation in the past than you, Hank. At the risk of oversimplifying things, the primary physiological changes that come with a bombardment of Gamma energies is the unlocking of one's subconscious desires. However, I find it both curious and disconcerting that every person mutated by Miss Walter's rampage has more or less changed to the same debased, impulsive personality, meanwhile the small percentage of Gamma Mutates before the incident today features a wide range of manifestations."

"Wait, what are you saying?" Janet spoke up. "That nothing about what we've done as Hulks is authentic?"

"I'm with the Wasp, Prof," Julian said. "I think you're giving humanity, mutant or not, way too much cred. Reproduction of the species is a base instinct, after all, right?"

"That's ahem, more of a naturalistic fallacy--" Hank muttered.

"--but, even from that, deep down most of us just want to get our rocks off," Julian continued before gesturing to Emma. "Miss Frost here could write a book about the repressions we're all holding without even thinking about it. Maybe this whole thing could double as us ripping that certain cultural Band-Aid off?"

"I think what the Professor is trying to say," Betsy said, "is that perhaps there are other factors at play here. That whatever--or whomever--is behind this Green Door might be puppeteering all of us to be his giant horny horde. Emma and I have gleamed over the students, and this Pulse as we've been calling it is doing some serious damage. No one has any hope of concentrating when it makes its waves, not even us. And as for the children produced from this whole sordid event, they might as well be animals."

"Welcome to Hulkdom, everyone." Sighed Janet, wiping her thumb over her lip as if to wipe it clean. "Back in the old days, Bruce would tell me Hulking out was like taking shrooms while drunk, then going through a fever dream before waking up buck-ass nude in a parking lot somewhere three states away."

"...Doctor Banner has taken mushrooms?" Paused McCoy, his tea cup still resting daintily around his clawed finger.

"What we're trying to say is if we don't do something soon, we'll all degenerate until the only thing driving us at all will be the need to feed and procreate."

Charles had been patiently sipping his tea since last he spoke. He took the opportunity to set his cup down beside him and collect everyone's attention. "There is a chance we can be untethered to this figurative Green Door, if it is in fact what is causing our similar reactions to Gamma energy. I have been using Cerebro in-between bouts of clarity to set up a correspondence to the situation back in New York. Miss Walters has gathered a team, including Spider-Man and the Fantastic Four, and have been making plans to activate a device called a Cathexis Ray Generator, located in the base levels of Avengers Tower. Should Jennifer and the others succeed in its activation, a pulse will be emitted that shall drain excessive Gamma exposure within a mile-wide radius, which would narrowly include us."

Perking up at that announcement, the others traded looks of elation that there was a light to the end of this dark tunnel.

"In the meantime I think we should treat this 'pulse' as a blessing in disguise. I say we let things run their course until it is resolved in the city."

"WHAT?!" Gasped some of the members in the meeting, the illusion shifting briefly to show them not as a group of people having an intellectual conversation but as a band of hulks tangled together in a sweaty orgy. "B-but professor, even I can see that this damage is severe, some of our friends are losing their memories and identities to this pulse."

"I've kept a stored memory of all your personalities and memories in my subconscious as a back up just in case any of you suffered any mental trauma. This should be no different."

"But what about the increasing population? We'll be back to back and shoulder to shoulder in the halls and rooms in the next couple of days or so if this keeps going on."

"Good! We could use an influx of new blood in our numbers, if there's enough of us, we might actually get some grant recognition from the state when this is all over. Maybe even rebuild the school bigger and better than ever."

"But Professor, please..."

The man raised his hand to calm and silence everyone down, much to the chagrin of those still concerned about the matter. "My decision is final, for the time being we'll take advantage of the pulse's effects on our current population to swell our numbers and when the dust clears we'll be all the better for it."

"Professor." Called out a trio of voices, smooth like velvet and sounding strangely like Emma's voice. "We have a guest at the front of the property." "Indeed, VERY eager to see us."

With a blurry distortion of the illusion around them, three women stepped into view and stood at the entrance to the gazebo shoulder to shoulder. They all looked like Emma Frost but with different styled hair colour and clothing to the woman sitting regally in her seat. The Cuckoos were just as effected by the pulse and gamma exposer as they were, the energies maturing them to the point they were almost carbon copies of the woman. Except for one minor difference...

Celeste, Phoebe and Mindee cradled swollen bellies ripe in the final weeks of pregnancy. Wearing the same clothing as their mother but in colours matching their hair, their blouses were left unbuttoned up to their tops to give room to the drum tight domes of their wombs, while their hands roamed over their surfaces with aroused looks of content. Their dress pants looked tight on their widened hips and stains could be seen in the tight fabric containing their full, round breasts. Giving their mother a smug look, Celeste hitched her breath and the top button to her blouse finally gave way, giving her tits space to finally breath.

With a hand to her face, Emma tried to hide her blush at the sight. "Good lord, they've made a grandmother out of me..." She whispered to herself.

"As you have made us big sisters." " Technically, we're carrying our half-siblings. " "Cousins, too." "Oh, how shameful it all is, isn't it?" "" Hmm, I hope they'll all be triplets. " "Would that count as nonuplets? "

"And with that I think our meeting is concluded, ladies if you would be so kind?" Asked the professor, seeing the rest of the psychics relax their powers and the illusion faded away to reveal reality.

Getting up from the floor and looking themselves over with stark embarrassment, the nine hulked out members of the meeting wiped themselves down and traded looks of grimace. Betsy, Dani, Xuân, Janet and Emma struggled to regain their balance as they dealt with the weight of their swollen bellies in front of them. Not realizing how long they had been in their psychic meeting or what their bodies had been doing during that time. Looking down at her swollen middle, Dani gasped as she felt a kick under the slope of her womb, reaching her hand down to cradle and feel the spot of activity. Biting her lower lip, she could feel five fledgling minds develop inside of her, the prospect making her moist between her legs and fresh mother's milk to drip from her swollen nipples.

Janet found herself between the professor and Dr. McCoy, her lips still around Charles erect cock until she pulled away, licking her lips clean. Looking over her shoulder to the embarrassed Beast, Wasp shivered as she remembered bits of what they did during the meeting.

Getting to his feet and clapping his hands together, Charles Xavier smiled. "We will discuss this at a later time, for now, see if you can keep an eye on everyone else in the understructure and make sure there are no permanent damages, I will stay here to keep an eye on the events of the city and provide a report to the She-Hulk."

Making their way out of cerebro, Emma stepped past her triplets who looked back at their mother with a proud grin. Under their breaths, Emma thought she heard them whisper. "We wear it better than you do mother." "Yes, motherhood suits us..."

Outside where she could feel the effects of the pulse like stepping out into the sun of a hot day, Emma Frost steeled herself as best she could and made her way to the level's cafeteria. Making her way down there she caught her reflection in the wall and stopped. 8 feet tall, blue skinned with platinum hair, her belly stood out in front of her the size of a keg where her melon sized breasts rested over, filled to the brim and wobbling like jello even after she stopped walking. while the shelf of her rear stood out more than a foot away behind her. Turning and posing in front of her reflection, she combed her fingers through her hair and rested her other hand over her muscular thigh and rear.

Begrudgingly, she found herself admitting that she looked... Good. So... Maternal, so POWERFUL. Her body looked to be made of carved diamond and was just as strong, even without her other abilities. Her gamma enhanced muscles made cradling what had to be five? No... SIX in her belly just as easy as if it all weighed nothing. Giving her wide, ample rear a slap, she found it barely budged, solid in muscle that kept her standing along with the stiff corded muscles in her back supporting her belly and overflowing breasts. She felt so sexual, so primal, so female. Curling her frown into a coy smirk, Emma tossed her long silvery hair over her shoulder.

"You wear it better? Please, I'M the matriarch of this family. I made it look good before you hit puberty."