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Stretching with outstretched arms, an elderly farmer with a grey bushy beard scratched at his neck before finally slapping his hand over the alarm clock at his bed. Getting up and dressed for the morning before the sun would even come up yet, the man set out to his farm and opened the gates to the pastures, so his sheep can head out to graze. The herd of hundreds had been waiting impatiently for the old man to pull the hook to the gate so they can finally eat. “I know, I know, give me a bit.” Standing back with the gate open, the farmer watched on as the sheep ran out into the field in droves, immediately nibbling on the cool morning grass.

“Gonna have some surplus with ol’that wool, might even make enough to get that new car I’ve always been hankerin fer.” Chuckled the old farmer after closing the gate and latching it close. The instant he turned his back and wiped his hands clean, he smiled on his way back to his house. That is until he heard an explosion behind him. Quickly spinning around, he found his field filled with a dark blue fog that filled the entire area. Coughing and waving the black mist out of his eyes, once the mist cleared, what he saw stunned him stone stiff. Picking off his sheep like they were popcorn chicken at a KFC, three massive blue furred monsters gobbled up his herd right in front of him. Snatching up claws full of his braying sheep, they swallowed them whole, not even bothering to chew. They were huge, easily over 30 feet tall and bigger than a school bus each, they sported feathered wings that ruffled and flapped idly every time they swallowed another five or six of the man’s sheep at a time. Blinking back in shock he thought they were dragons… Big, fat, BLUE furry dragons. That is until he heard one of them speak.

“Hey y’all, I found a black sheep.” Called out one that stopped in its tracks to dangle the black woolen sheep braying between its clawed fingers.

“Ooh, you think that means it went bad?” Opening her maw wide, the blue furred creature popped the sheep into her mouth and swallowed. “Meh, tastes the same to me.”

Rolling her eyes and gobbling up another handful, Rogue stood back up off the ground and brushed her claws clean. “Alright girls, ah think we’re full now, let’s mossy on out of here before the farmer…”

“Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!”

“Realises what’s happening…”

With his hands at his head still in shock and falling to his knees, the old farmer stared across the now barren field where his sheep used to be, glaring up at the three monstrous female creatures that stared back down at him. “You bunch a mutie freaks! You ate all mah sheep!!!” Watching the old man get up and run towards them, Rogue just stood there as the man barely came to her knee and started kicking and punching her large furry ankle. “Hey, quit it you noisy varment.” Rogue patiently stood while the man grew tired and stopped his attacks. Throwing his hat on the ground, the old farmer glared back up at he three monsters standing in his field. “Just you wait, I’m gonna call them anti-mutie boys to haul your fat asses away!” Storming off towards his house, he didn’t get very far until a bolt of lightning crashed from the sky and blew up half his house right in front of him. “Ma home! Ah still had 5 payments on mah mortgage!” Staring daggers back at Rogue and her clones, the old farmer nearly turned red. “That’s it! Imma drive to town and get ol ma friends to run y’all outta here!” Headin towards his pickup truck, he stopped in his tracked when he heard Rogue take a deep breath and blew freezing cold air at the old rusty vehicle. In a matter of seconds, the thing caked over with frost before the tell tale sounds of cracking metal could be heard and the truck fell apart.

Screaming at the top of his lungs and collapsing on the ground kicking and screaming, Rogue looked down at the old man having a proverbial temper tantrum at her feet and huffed. “This is just sad…”

“Yeah, he’s not even worth eating now.”

“Stressed out and stringy, besides I’m full from eating all those sheep… BURP!”

One by one Rogue and her two copies disappeared in a plume of purple black smoke, leaving the old man to slowly calm down and pick himself up. Staring at his burning down house, the frozen remains of his truck and the bare empty sheep field, the old man sighed and looked over to the barn and silo that still stood standing. “Oh well, at least ah still got my corn harvest.”

Teleporting back in sight, Rogue stomped over to the barn and smashed it like a cardboard box before knocking over the corn silo and sticking her tongue out at the old farmer, disappearing in a plume of smoke right before the farmer’s eyes.

“YOU BIG BLUE…”

*

“Bitch…” Laughed Rogue’s two copies as they appeared in a clearing in a forest several miles away from the ranch they raided. “Talk about putting salt in the wound.”

“Tell me about it sugah, what got her all riled up anyway?”

Seeing the original Rogue lumber forward ahead of the two, both clones watched on as she leaned against a large tree and began to moan. Falling to her knees and groping the pliant bulk of her massive breast with a clawed hand and trying to reach under the slope of her belly to get at between her legs with the other, Rogue moaned even louder. Her face flushed and her tongue sticking out of her fanged mouth, the giant she-beast was struck with a different appetite after her stomach was full. “Stupid sheep, just had to be mating season for them didn’t it? Why’d ah go and eat them during spring time anyway…” As primitive as their thoughts were and the benefit of knowing they had no powers to absorb, Rogue’s mind was bombarded with wave after wave of the memories of dozens of sheep… Going at it like sheep.

She missed being human, human SIZED too, at the very least she could get satisfied from riding Gambit or Beast, now though they wouldn’t be any good to her except as human shaped dildos. “Hnnmmmmm…” Crawling on all fours trying to reach her nethers, Rogue rummaged through the trees until she came across a fallen log. Glassy eyed and panting, Anne Marie groaned and reached out to pry it out of the ground with her one clawed hand, her enhanced strength being more than enough to pull the 2-tonne dead tree off the ground and stare at it like it was the cure to all her troubles.

“She’s not thinking on doing what ah think she’s doing is she?”

Rolling onto her back, Rogue practically drooled, aiming the gnarled roots of the log right between her outstretched legs.

“Ah my GAWD, she is!” Stomping towards the original, the clone slapped the log right out of her hands, letting the thing tumble some feet away before it finally came to a stop on the other end of the clearing. “Get a HOLD of yer’self woman! You’re trying to fuck a log! What are you, a hippie?!”

“Stomping her clawed fists against the dirt, Rogue rolled back onto her feet and glared back at her copy, her wings flapping like an angry bird while her eyes glowed. “Well its not like ah got a lot of option at this size, now don’t I?!” She accused, grabbing handfuls of her furry gut and giving it a shake. Still flustered and drunk with arousal, Rogue looked on at her two clones, biting her lip as she sized up their flaring hips and thighs, their full round breasts and inviting lips. In her hormone crazed state she could completely overlook the fact that they were obese like her, or covered in blue fur, or have wings, a tail, claws… OK, lets face it, her standards gave up the ghost the moment she swallowed Toad whole!

“Hey, don’t look at us like that, we don’t swing that way.” Raising their hands up, the two clones look to their original in protest. “Yeah, you want someone to tumble in the hay with ya’ll, do it yourself.” Scratching her hair and horns in frustration, Rogue turned around and mulled over her raging libido. Like a cat in heat she pressed up against a tree and dragged her clawed fingers down its bark, in tears at being so sexually frustrated. She needed release, now! Then with an almost manic gleam in her eye, the bloated beast woman closed her eyes as if to concentrate and then, clenching her fist, thumped it against her chest to create another clone. What popped out certainly surprised everyone.

Standing in front of the three Rogues, the new clone blinked back surprised before looking down at his clawed hands and body. Slightly taller but just as bulky as the trio, the MALE clone checked over his arms and rolled his muscular shoulders, padding his hands down his barrel chest and massive gut. His little self exploration ended swiftly when his hand finally reaches under the slope of his stomach and was met with a pair of bowling balls and a meaty 2x4. He still bore the white stripe that ran down his hair all the way down his back, but he also had more fur at his chin and the horns on his scalp were thicker. Finally done figuring out what he had become, the male clone looked to the three Rogues staring at him and finally spoke. “What in tarnation’s going on here?!” The brute asked out of surprise, his deeper voice making the three ladies swoon.

“Girl, you made a dude… And WHAT a dude!”

“Well helloooo handsome!”

“What are we gonna name him?”

Rogue pressed up against her creation, her stomach and bust mashing against his gut and chest with a hungry look in her eyes. “MINE!” Pulling his head down, Rogue gave her male copy a languid kiss that surprised the male creature before he slowly fell into the motions, wrapping his arms around her flanks and letting his claws roam down until they gripped at her rear. Pressed back and losing his footing, the pair fell to the ground where Rogue straddled her burly male copy and nearly drooled in arousal. “Hey big boy, I’ve got an itch I can’t scratch… You think YOU can reach it?” Gripping at his length, Rogue aimed him at her moist folds and finally sunk down on him, wailing out when she finally felt him pierce into her from the hilt. “Gul’darn girl! This what it was like for Remy?!” Grunting from feeling Rogue’s inner muscles massage his length, the male gripped at her thighs and began to thrust, hard. Like a pair of bears in mating season, the two beasts growled and moaned, with Rogue keeping herself steady with her hands at his chest while her big blue breasts swayed with each motion. By now she was moaning and laughing in pleasure, finally getting the release she had been craving after her previous binge. Rolling around in the grass, their wings flapped, and their tails thumped the ground, uplifting chunks out of the earth as their coupled reached its climax. “Damn girl! Ah think I’m gonna… Gonna…” With a roar that made Rogue shiver, her male copy finally erupted into her, making Rogue go cross eyed and pass out when she finally reached her own orgasm, at first the male thought she had enough before she wrapped her stout legs around his waist and licked her lips. “Round TWO sugah!”

Again, they went at it, tumbling through the clearing and still tangled in each other’s embrace as they ground and gyrated against each other. Watching on, the two female clones held each other tightly, squirming in arousal as they watched the original cry out a second orgasm before pulling in the male for another kiss, and a third round. Rogue was riding cloud nine by the time her third orgasm crashed through her, moaning and wailing out in ecstasy while her male copy clasped his lips around her nipple or licked up her cleavage. What she was doing was totally insane, creating a male version of herself just to blow off steam, but after she reached her fifth orgasm and finally collapsed sated and tired, Rogue didn’t even care. It was worth it!

Separating himself from Rogue, the male got back up on his feet to wipe the sweat out of his hair when he felt two pairs of arms wrap around his own. “Hey hot stuff, got enough for us too?” Asked the female clone, fluttering her eyes and pressing her breast against his arm. “Yeah, its not fair to give us a show and not let us get involved.” Smiled the other clone, giving her sister a knowing look.

“I don’t know girls… Ah think She wore me out.”

Hearing the two pout and cry out in protest, the male Rogue waved them down to stay calm, rolling his eyes before he thumped his chest with his clawed fist and a second male clone appeared, the two giving each other a wink and a smirk before they each took a female clone in hand and made out with their respective partner. Making out turned to something else as they began to do the same thing they witnessed earlier with Rogue’s little debauched episode. The forest canopy echoed with grunts, growls and roars as the foursome picked up in tempo. Crashing into a tree while rolling on the ground, the pair giggled when the impact made another mating couple pop out of them, taking up the other side of the tree they collided into. The other couple roared out in climax, just when they shuddered and another pair in post coitus popped out of them as well. Mating and multiplying instantly, the Rogue clones continued to have fun in the clearing, some still mating, while others becoming spent and tired. Eventually a few of the clones got bored and began to disappear with a puff of black and purple smoke, reappearing seconds later with something in hand.

Curled up on the grass and still swooning from the experience she just had, Rogue was oblivious to all of it.

*

5 hours later…

Slowly stirring awake and sighing in relaxation, Rogue rolled herself up into a sitting position from her spot on the grass beneath her. She hadn’t been able to sleep that well in days, not since the hunger had taken her on a trip to gobble up her best friends… And some of her enemies. Scratching her wavy blue hair out of her heavy eyes and yawning her fanged mouth open, Rogue licked her black lips and idly scratched at an itch in her cleavage, smiling about what had made her pass out in the first place. “Mmm… Who would have thought that the guy version of little ol’ me would be a demon in the sack, I wonder if that counts as self-cest?”

“Eh… I’d say its more like masturbation, really.”

Turning her attention towards the masculine southern drawl beside her, Rogue found her male clone sitting down nearby and leaning against a tree with his arms behind his head, the male clone of Rogue lounging with what looked like a twig hanging from his mouth like a toothpick. Seeing the lounging beast, Rogue smiled, picked herself up and crawled on all fours towards the male resting nearby, her tail swishing back and forth like a cat’s before she joined the male copy leaning against the tree. “Well hi there Sugah.” Rogue purred, tracing a clawed finger around his barrel chest while moving her bulk to press against his and wrap a leg around his thigh.

“I’m kinda peckish this mornin, wanna join me for a jaunt to the fields for a bite to eat?” She giggled before leaning in close and whispering into her doppelganger’s pointed furry ear. “And maybe take a roll in the hay afterwards?” Nuzzling her nose against her clone, Rogue let her hands roam down over the slope of his belly down to his hardening erection.

“Ooh! That DOES sound like fun.” Called out another male copy with a female clone of Rogue wrapped around his arm passing by. “We can make it a double date.”

Blinking back at the couple walking nearby, their 30-foot-tall bulk making the ground shake as they nuzzled their noses together and giggled, Rogue sat up and took a good look around her surroundings. All around her were clones of herself, both male and female taking up space in the clearing in the woods like it was a party. Looking around she found a trio of her clones chatting away while they sat on the ruins of a city bus, stunned when one of them burped up a purse and pair of shoes while the other two pointed and laughed. A small cheering crowd formed around a pair of males arm-wrestling over a deli truck… Before one of the opponents shot the other with optic blasts and got cheers from the crowd as a result.

Those that weren’t grouped up chatting or having fun she found were paired up mating like animals. One couple she found didn’t even bother going off out of sight for privacy as the furry brute mounted his female doppelganger from behind, her tail resting over his shoulder as he gripped her ass tightly to thrust harder, loud and feral they moaned and roared out like bears in heat just when the male went rigid and they both howled out in orgasm. Another couple she found leaned against a tree, the female’s legs wrapped around her lover as he pressed her bulk against the trunk of the oak behind her. Grunting and snarling, Rogue watched on staring at the two giant beasts loudly and shamelessly roar out their passions. On the other side of the clearing Rogue spotted a threesome with two females riding a male clone; one straddling his waist while the other his face. Panting and moaning, the two made out together, exploring each other’s curves and bulk while the male beneath them continued to thrust and lick.

“How… How many clones did y’all make while I was asleep?”

Scratching his goatee, the male clone had to think briefly before answering. “Oh, I don’t know, two?... Three?... Four dozen?” Blinking back at the answer, Rogue looked on at the horde of giant fat furry monsters living it up all around her. Looking more closely, she found something strange. For clones, not all of them looked alike. One she noticed had dark yellow fur, while two others sported green shaggy hair and larger muscles. Another had spines running down her arms and legs, and another had what looked like stoney growths instead of horns. Another was flat out on fire! Narrowing her eyes, Rogue glared back at her male copy and pointed at his barrel chest accusingly. “Alright, who the FUCK have y’all been eating while I was asleep?!”

Scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and rolling his eyes, the big fat brute chuckled thinking of what to say… Before he burped up Magneto’s helmet, the comparatively tiny thing landing in Rogue’s cleavage and nestling between her two massive breasts.

“OK, so while you were catching some Z’s we all gotta thinkin that we could check up on dem other spots you wanted to check to fix ya… It didn’t pan out.”

“Who… Did… You… EAT?!”

Raising his claw to count, the male clone began listing off. “Magneto at his island in Genosha, everyone else in Genosha, the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, SHIELD…”

A female clone pipped up listening in on the conversation. “Oh yeah, Nick Fury was more riled up than a rattlesnake in a music box.”

“SO, YOU FUCKING ATE THEM ALL?”

“Well to be fair, they DID attack us first, apparently people start panicking when a big ol’ blue winged monster teleports right at their front door.”

The thought that so many of her copies had binged on what was essentially the entire hero community over the span of a few hours made Rogue fume, even worse, it made her stomach growl. Waking up to hear how many her copied had eaten made Rogue hungry just thinking about it.

“Daww, feelin left out?” The male asked before pulling Rogue up close to his side, his wings flapping as he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Look at the bright side, now you got nothin around here that can hurt ya.” Moving around behind her, the male continued to speak, talking low in her pointed ear while gently rubbing her shoulders. “Heck you got a good thing goin on now, your queen bee to a group of… Whatever the heck you wanna call us.” Hearing her moan softly and lean back to ruffle her feathers against his gut, the clone continued. “You can do whatever you want now, eat whatever you want, WHO ever you want, AND you won’t go lonely, you can make as many clones as you want.” Leaning in to lick her ear, he felt her shudder before he whispered again. “Heck if you want more furry monsters, we can make’em the ol fashion way, after all, you’n me aren’t nothin but mammals… Right?”

With a frown, Rogue shoved the male copy of herself away, her hands at her wide flanks while she glared at the clone’s proposal. “ALRIGHT! That’s it! Everyone inside of me!” Commanded the blue furred monster woman, pointing straight at her stomach. Rubbing his hands together, the male clone leered back at Rogue. “Ooh, I like where THIS is going.”

“Not that, you pervert! Y’all are going back where you came from.” The rest of the furry monsters in the clearing stopped what they were doing and protested loudly.

“Awwww… And this was just getting good.” Sulked one of her male clones, having to stop making out with his female duplicate who rolled her eyes and blew a strand of blue hair out of her eyes in frustration back at the original. “Yeah, can’t you wait til we get to second base or something?”

“No back talk you!” Commanded Rogue, pointing angrily at the couple before stomping her way to the middle of the crowd of monsters, her tail swishing angrily and her feathered wings ruffled with anger. “Makin the whole lot of yeah was a bad idea from the start!... Should have gotten off with that tree trunk like ah started with.”

“If you’re still lookin for it, ah think its over there…” Gestured one of the clones before Rogue stomped her foot to get all their attention again. “Ah said, BACK… IN... SIDE! NAOW!!!”

Looking to each other and shrugging their shoulders, the large crowd of giant monsters finally relented when Rogue spread her arms out, ready to take them all back inside of her. Like a fuzzy blurry rush, the many clones remerged with their original on mass. The last time this happened, Rogue could handle the influx of two or three clones at a time, their memories adding onto hers along with whatever mass they consumed when she wasn’t looking at the time when they were out. But FIFTY was another story! Moaning out loud and paralysed by wave after wave of multiple orgasms crashing into her psyche, Rogue’s eyes rolling back in her skull and her long tongue lolled out of her fanged mouth. Immediately her stomach began to bloat and expand, her hips growing wider while her thighs expanded more and more into proverbial tree trunks in girth. Her tail went rigid when its length grew thicker, more saurian, its diameter competing with her expanding ass cheeks for space behind her. Thrusting out her chest, her clawed fingers groped at her swelling tits, pinching her stiff nipples and gasping when twin spurts of milk shot out. Moaning like a beast in heat, Rogue’s hands roamed over her expanding thighs, her swelling belly and lengthening neck.

Had she still been aware of herself and her surroundings she would have noticed her head poking out of the canopy of the trees around her. Passing over fifty feet tall, the monster woman ruffled her feathered wings, twerking her bulk to the after shocks of intense pleasure rocking through her, yet after she had expanded to over fifty times her height and mass, her ordeal wasn’t finished yet. Gasping and panting, Rogue’s claws moved to her mini van sized breasts and found them being pushed up, tracing her hands down she discovered a second pair of breasts growing out from under her original pair. Swelling and bloating larger by the second, her new pair of breasts felt warm and pliant under her touch, the areolas spreading out and becoming lumpy to match the stiff nipples that now dribbled milk along with the original pair. Soon those pair were joined by another, swelling and growing full and heavy with milk as Rogue continued to expand up and out. The spines running down her back and tail had grown as well, joined by spines that now jutted out of her forearms and flanks. Wincing, Rogue moaned deeply when a second pair of horns sprouted behind her current pair, twisting and arching upwards until she looked like she sported the rack of a deer or moose. Overwhelmed and oversized, Rogue fell to all fours, laying on her heavy stomach while her mind tried to make sense of fifty sets of memories bombarding her psyche. By now she would have stood a hundred feet tall if she were still standing.

“Inside voices kids… Come on, use your inside voices…” She moaned, her voice now deeper as she clutched at her skull and rolled onto her back, taking down a few trees in the process, but at her size they felt more like twigs yielding to her 80-ton mass. Her fur began to shift in colour, almost like it couldn’t make up its mind on whether to be blue, or green, or orange. Eventually her fur developed stripes and patterns of different colours, like some psychedelic zebra or a chameleon suffering an acid trip. Now she realised why Multiple Man didn’t keep his clones out for too long, eventually they started gaining independence from the original. Trying to hold onto her mind, Rogue sorted through each new mind swimming around in her head, merging them with herself. But as she did so, the rest of her copies had the same idea. A free for all occurred in her psyche, minds merging with others to become stronger, competing for control. Moaning out loud like an animal, Rogue pawed at her neck, her shoulders broadening slightly until a pair of growths forms at either side of her long neck. Growing and changing, the growths finally took shape when they formed horns and hair at the ends, forming eyes and mouths that joined in on Rogue’s moans of pleasure and exhaustion.

When the struggle ended, Rogue collapsed, breathing hard and panting. “Glad that’s… Huh… Over with…”

“Yeah… Heh… You’re telling me.” Looking to her right, she was caught off guard when a pair of lips kissed her on the mouth, her own hand caressing her cheek before moving to grope at one of her many breasts. Breaking away from the kiss with heavy lidded eyes, Rogue noticed another snout nuzzling under her own. Turning to her left she was met with another pair of lips claiming her own while the head at her right playfully licked at her horns. Regaining her self control, the enormous monster of a woman stood to her full 125-foot height and looked around at the damage her growth caused, and the damage to her body. If she were to tell anyone she started off human, no one would believe her now. She looked more like an overfed, bloated furry dragon, the stripe of white in her hair travelling down her back and tail to end at its fluffy tip, which had sprouted a collection of boney growths like a spiked club. Her two sets of horns adorned on each of her three heads were like crests or crowns, the first pair growing straight back like an antelope while the second was more like a bison or water buffalo. Her eyes were now a rainbow of colours from what she assumed were from hundreds of people her clones had consumed, mutant or otherwise. The three headed chimera monsters looked around with her three separate heads, their lupine expressions a mix of shock, confusion and post coital bliss… That eventually turned to frustration.

“Well, this is just Great…”

“Yeah…”

“Tried to get screwed and got FUCKED in the process…”