Dealing with the changes in their own ways

Getting back to the house had been... interesting.

Jean had quickly realized that she'd made a bit of a mistake when it came to the changes she'd put in for herself and Scott (and to a lesser extent Storm and Rogue) in that the clothing they'd arrived in wasn't going to fit anymore.

She'd figured that out when Rogue had begun to head out only for her pants to begin popping seams due to the stress put on them by her thickened hips, rear, and thighs. She'd laughed it off of course but Jean had realized that while Rogue had come in loose trousers and Storm in flowing silk pants she had come in tight jeans that would barely let her walk thanks to her additions.

Thankfully their home was far more open to people's dress choices and with it being warm out she'd convinced Scott that they should walk home in their swimsuits, letting the sun dry them naturally.

'Of course,' she thought as they arrived back home and Scott moved to get dressed, 'I didn't mind all the women looking at him and wishing he wasn't wearing any trunks... or thinking of how they need to up their game in order to compete with me!'

Jean took a moment to admire herself in her mirror. Yes, she was looking rather nice and thanks to her slim frame her breasts looked even bigger. She paused as she looked at her sodden bottoms and realized it was really good they'd stayed in their swimsuits as no one questioned the liquids dripped down her legs as they'd strolled home.

She paused, a saucy smirk on her lips as she thought about how Rogue had believed herself SO cunning hiding how she reached to fondle Scott's cock under the waters. Or how Storm thought she didn't notice her guiding her husband's hand under the water to finger her snatch. It had been SUCH a turn on for them to do that right in front of her, thinking she was just utterly brainless and didn't notice. The disrespect. The uncaring.

Jean used her powers to throw open the door of their bedroom, catching sight of Scott standing naked in front of a mirror, looking at his enlarged cock and balls with a befuddled look on his face.

"Hey, sorry I was-"

She pounced grabbing onto him and yanking him to the bed. Her mental conditioning of him proved to have worked wonders as within moments Scott forgot all about his worries and began banging her right there, filling Jean with such pleasure that, for the first time in days, she wasn't focused on what Rogue and Storm were doing...

Rogue looked herself over and smirked. 'Someone must have screwed up the pool. Not that I mind!' She gave her rear a slap, delighting in how it jiggled JUST enough to entice but was also firm. 'Bet Jeannie is too straight laced to let Scott take a hole like this.' She did a few squats, imagining what it would be like to have Scott under her, his cock plunging into her depths.

She looked over at her ruined pants and frowned in thought. 'This does give me an excuse ta get a new wardrobe,' she pondered. 'Maybe something a bit more... daring.' While she knew that Scott was too loyal to actually leave Jean Rogue wanted him focused just on her. Thinking of only her. And the best way to do that was to be what Jean was not. 'Hmmm... maybe I should try some new things. Bold new nail polishes. Maybe a few piercings...' She imagined Scott fondling her tits, each one with a nipple ring that would allow him to twist and tease them. 'MMm... I know...' She looked down at her pussy, running her fingers along the short hair she had there. If she shaved she could get a tattoo right above it... with an arrow pointing down and the words 'Property of Scott Summers' in neat little print. Something only the two of them would know about...

Ororo tossed the pants she'd picked out in the trash, knowing at once they were wrong. She knew that she should go at once to report the issues with the rejuvenation pool and see if there was something to be done about her new assets... but then she caught sight of herself in the storefront windows and that worry had gone away as she hurried back to her place.

'I've never felt so womanly,' she thought as she picked out a white flowing dress, one cut so that while it hide her curves it also allowed them to be flashed about as she walked. Slipping it on with no underwear (she hadn't liked wearing bras to begin with and none of her panties would fit over her massive rear, thick hips, and juicy thighs) she looked herself over in the mirror once again. She hadn't bothered to put on shoes or socks because she couldn't even see her feet thanks to her swollen breasts. Even with the dress being so airy she could make out the hard tips of her nipples, begging to be sucked.

People called her a Sky Goddess. But now she looked like an Earth Goddess. A fertility goddess...

Ororo's knees buckled as lust hit her. The thought of her breasts gushing with milk, begging to be suckled by hungry mouths, filled her mind.

And there was only one man she wanted to give her children.

'I could bring it up to him,' she thought, 'or... if I say nothing... when I am heavy with child he'll HAVE to commit to me, even if he refuses to leave Jean. She can be the trophy wife... and I'll be the mother of his children...'