The X-Hulk's fruit bears labor

Emma was wrought with agony, but being in the throes of labor was well below her list of gripes.

Her Gamma-enriched physiology made childbirth as discomforting as pulling a muscle, and as she grunted and pushed the third of her crotch dumplings out she prayed through gritted teeth that that was finally the end of it, but yet another convulsion informed her that was not to be. Emma was but one of virtually every female student and staffer within the Institute that found themselves transformed, bred and giving birth all before dinner time on that fateful day. Unlike the others, who were just as quick to develop a maternal instinct as fast as they did a seven-foot build and buns of steel, the slight leverage her telepathic mind gave her preserved Emma’s lifelong horror over being put in the circumstances she found herself in. Even if she convinced herself becoming a mother to four and counting wouldn’t ruin her figure, the prospect of now being dependent on all those screaming little headaches compelled more pains and shudders than the act of giving birth registered. Charles had made some mention of rapid development of these orgy products, which gave Emma some relief.

Mostly relief for the long-term, however. In the meantime, outside of the medical cubicle in which she laid out, Emma was being assaulted by the insufferable cries of newborns all around her, not just between her splayed legs. There was only one person actually collecting the newborns, but Emma’s patience was beyond words. With one final push, the last of her sextuplets crawled their way out of Emma, and with not a second too soon of the placenta also ejecting itself from her body did Emma throw up her right arm and obliterated the bedside desk. Her arm hung limply over the arm for a moment before the desk regenerated itself, upon which Emma pressed the alert button atop it with slight more delicacy. With a loud BAMF of purple smoke and the accompanying scent of brimstone, Nightcrawler appeared before Emma, the one out of them who managed to evade the Wasp-Swarm and didn’t breed like rabbits over the course of the following day.

"Picked out names yet, Mädchen?" Kurt snickered through a rakish grin as he scooped up Emma's newborns.

"That depends,” Emma groaned, swinging her legs off the bed. “How many synonyms are there for bastard?" She stumbled as she got to her feet, adjusting to the loss of dozens of pounds to lug around. The bulge of her pregnant belly had already contracted back into glass-shredding eight-pack abs, though her breasts remained even more enlarged after her transformation, jostling with so much milk they leaked out of her nipples as she stumbled on her balance.

"You don't want a minute with za little ones?" Kurt asked. "Almost all have gone foe ze mother's milk right out za womb."

Emma scoffed and shoved Kurt out of the way of her wing, sending him and her offspring veering into its hard-light wall. "Give them to Braddock!" Emma barked. "Lucky bitch is probably ready to burst with it, surrounded by all these brats."

Once she heard Kurt BAMF right behind her, Emma was relieved to find the infantile whining was almost non-existent, but the Danger Room remained a cacophony of grunts and cries, both from men and women. Emma peeked into the wing right across from hers as a She-Hulk she could not recognize appeared to be in the same situation she was in mere minutes ago, laid up on a hard-light table, wracked with contractions. And then, with a forceful cry, the woman's bulky body suddenly collapsed into a heap of sand, leaving a quartet of Gamma babies to crawl out from the pile that was now spilling onto the floor.

Sooraya Qadir, Emma put together. Hopefully, the girl's shyness was a thing of the past, or else she might become mortified beyond belief by what has transpired within the Institute today. Or rather, still going on. Both her ears and her mind caught the attention of a savage fucking going on in the wing neighboring hers. Emma looked over to see two red Hulks with pitch-black hair. The female's right leg was put up in the air and her back against the wing's holographic wall as the male rammed himself into her.

_Enjoying yourself, Xi'an? Emma _coquettishly asked her student via telepathy. Xi'an looked over her lover's wide shoulder to shoot a look at Emma.

Don't judge, Miss Frost. You just dropped yours, right? You'll be wanting to give it another go before Julian comes.

Xi'an's slight was not far-fetched. It was a near-unanimous decision by the X-Men once Emma had reigned them in back to the remains of the Institute to put them and the mutually transformed student body into the underground Danger Room so as to not give any government or anti-mutant agencies an excuse to carpet bomb the Westchester area. The cons to that decision was, even though they all now regained their relative consciousness, the close quarters and the surge of Gamma that ran in all of them rendered them still horny as hell, with anyone not currently delivering their litter presently making another.

Indeed, as the conjoined sounds of mating and childbirth echoed all around her, Emma found that primal drive which dominated her world rearing itself back around the corners of her composed, intelligent thoughts. She could hear the heavy footsteps of another Hulk approach her from behind, and Emma's brow furrowed as she fought back the rearing instinct to tackle and mount them. As she turned around, she found that lust drowned out like icy water.

"Emma?" he growled at her. Not out of anger or confrontation, but because his rough jowels and gnarled tusks wouldn't allow any other means to speak. "A-are you...the babies? Are they okay?"

In a way, Emma felt great pity for Scott. Almost all the X-Hulks, even the men, were at least able to rest in the satisfaction of gaining gorgeous, superhuman physiques in lieu of their transformations. Meanwhile her beloved Scott, with his boyish good looks and trim build, was subjected to the more monstrous side of the Hulk legacy. He lumbered over to Emma, sporting a musclebound body that was more burly than cut, his lovely curls replaced by a bald head, and lumps and protruded bones all over his shoulders and back.

"Th-they're fine, Scott," Emma responded, struggling to look Scott in his now one single, red eye. She already began to gesture herself away. I...I have matters with the Professor which are most urgent.

"Emma, hold on," Scott urged. She relented in his pivot away from her lover, and as she turned back around found herself looking down at the one body part of her beloved that she wasn't repulsed by. His cock was the same ghastly shade of blueish-gray as the rest of his skin, but hung thick and meaty between his tree trunk legs. "Now that you're free we could, uh...use another Squad leader on the floor. It's been kind of a mess out here."

Emma noted how the wrinkled skin gleamed in the controlled light in the Danger Room. She could reason that Scott had pulled himself away, in more than one meaning, to approach Emma following her delivery of their liter. One that shared some of Scott's less favorable features, and that imagery allowed her to step away from the allure of Scott's cock, even as she watched it rise to its savory, meter-long hardness before her very eyes.

"I'm sure there are others who are more...able-bodied to assist you."

As she dashed away and made her way through the Danger Room, Emma found her resolve to merely make it to the other end of the massive room one of the most daunting tasks in her life. With most of the children conceived from that initial outbreak was thinning out, the majority of the Danger Room was a veritable orgy. Delivery rooms were now majority being made for rigorous sex, and for some couplings did not even bother to contain it.