Psylocke tries out Purple Punch

In the gymnasium at the mansion’s lower levels, Psylocke panted as she jogged on the treadmill. Keeping pace with the high speed, sweat dripped from her forehead, her tube top and bike shorts clinging to her athletic frame running on the spot. Occasionally she would bring a pair of fingers to her neck, checking her pulse in time with the wristwatch on her other hand.

Across from her in the gym, Jean Grey and Emma Frost practice yoga, slowly changing their poses in time with each other to the instruction tape near their workout mats. “Trying to keep up your girlish figure Betsy?”

Frowning back at the platinum blonde and the pet name she gave her, Psylocke turned off the treadmill and wiped her face with her towel. “Well not ALL of us are as perfect as a diamond Emma.” Moving away from the treadmill, Elizabeth leaned down to reach into her workout bag and pulled out a soda can she bought earlier before her workout. Looking over the can of Purple Punch, Psylocke smirked before pulling the tab to take a sip.

“You’re really going to drink that?” Asked Jean, crouched down in a pose with her hands together. “I read that that stuff dyes your whole body.”

“Well… The stuff says it only lasts an hour or more, besides, I love the colour purple.” Shrugging her shoulders, Elizabeth took a sip. Immediately she could taste the bubbly grape flavour, smiling into the sip when she pulled the drink away from her lip. “Ooh, this stuff DOEs pack a punch.” Looking down at her arm in anticipation, Elizabeth did not have long to wait when her complexion shifted to become a bright purple. Smiling from ear to ear, Psylocke looked over her arm, wriggling her fingers and smiling back at the two telepaths that have been watching her change colour. “This stuff is pretty great.” Now fully purple, Psylocke continued to sip from her drink, enjoying the flavour of it. But as she drank, she did not notice her skin become scaly, or hear her cloths creak when she began to grow taller.

“Uhm… Betsy?”

“Ooh, the flavour of it, it just fizzles on the tongue.” Still sipping, Psylocke completely ignored it when her workout shoes burst, her clawed toes splaying out and her ankles lengthening until she was standing on the balls of her toes. Her muscles throbbed larger, bulking up by the second as she grew past 6 feet tall and kept growing. By then her work out shorts had been stretching tight into a thong and her tube top shared the same signs of tension. “I mean, wow, this stuff tastes great, you ladies want some?” Asked the purple woman, her fingers now clawed and little bumps forming above her forehead.

“Uhm…

Going back for more, Psylocke was so enthralled with the taste she never noticed her top creak when her breasts ballooned out so large they formed a cleavage window above AND below the creaking strap of cloth trying to hold them at bay. Stopping briefly, Psylocke rolled her shoulder, scratching her thigh when she finally noticed her clothes getting tight. “Huh… I hope this stuff doesn’t make me bloated.”

Taking another sip and swooning under the taste, horns practically exploded out of her scalp and a tail burst out the back of her shorts. Growing long and stout, her new reptilian tail grew as long as she was tall, ending in a tuff of purple fur that matched her long hair. Now well over 7 feet tall, her top gave up the ghost and snapped off, freeing her H cup breasts which stood full and proud from her chest.

Jean pulled the scrap of cloth off her face and kept right on staring along with Emma. Watching their friend grow taller, stronger… Freakier. They watched on as Elizabeth’s neck began to stretch longer, almost half as long as her arm, her face pushing forward into a muzzle that continued to drink from the can of soda.

“Uh… Betsy?”

Finally finishing her drink, Psylocke had grown to over 8 feet in height, sporting firm muscles, broad hips, massive breasts and a pot belly to match. Sighing once she had finished her drink, the massive purple dragon woman turned to look back at her stunned friends and suddenly got her horns caught on the light fixture above her head. “What the Fu…” turning and struggling, Psylocke finally got a good look at herself in the full body mirrors that took up the wall. Feeling up her snout and roaming her hands frantically over her new curves and stomach. The woman tangled her hands in her purple hair and screamed, causing all the mirrors to shatter and Jean and Emma to cover their ears.

The trio suddenly heard a telepathic message from Charles Xavier, speaking to them through their minds. “My X-Men and students, it appears there is a soda brand that is causing sudden bouts of transformation throughout the campus into… large lizards… Please refrain from drinking any until this situation has been rectified.”

With her clawed hands at her wide hips, Elizabeth huffed, her long fat tail smacking the floor like an angry cat. “GEEZ… NOW he tells us!”