Silent protests.

"And that concludes our meeting of the silent council.” Sighed Emma Frost, leaning back in her seat, resting her chin over her gloved fingers as she looked to the other members. “Unless there’s anything else to discuss?”

Looking around the table, no one said a word, not physically anyway. The quiet council always had its meetings telepathically, allowing information to be spread and distributed more efficiently. In the span of just minutes the quiet council had gone over hours worth of documents regarding Mr. Sinister’s laboratory, his projects and their destruction after determining what they were and how to safely dispose of them. The process of screening everyone in Krakoa of his genetic tampering AND the record of the last thousand years of his meddling becoming a galactic cockup they hoped would never reach the light of day.

Looking to the members present Colossus looked away, while Hope hugged herself in dismay, leaning back in her seat. Across the table, Destiny raised a hand, her face unreadable behind her golden mask.

“There’s the matter of having to refill the spaces in this council. Now that the lunatic is crawling around in a prison pit in our dungeons. There has been some consultation, but Piotr has suggested Selene Gallio to fill that seat.”

“The Black Queen?!” Emma raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“The one and only darling…” Purred the black haired, pale skinned woman waltzing her way into the room, wearing an opulent black dress and a collection of blood red pearl necklaces around her neck. “It’s about time I was granted a seat in such an auspicious party.”

Taking her seat in the former chair of Mr. Sinister, Selene leaned back, visibly delighted in the plush leather seating and the view of everyone around her. Idly clutching her pearls in her hand in amusement.

“Are you KIDDING me?!” Shadowcat called out with her real voice, garnering looks from everyone as the woman raised her black gloved hands in mock defense.

“I assure you Kitty; you have more to fear from the WHITE queen then you do with me. At least I’m honest.”

Frowning at that jab at her character, Emma sighed and got up from her seat. “Meeting adjourned. We will meet again in a week’s time after we’re sure Sinister’s work is thoroughly erased.”

Getting up from their chairs, the council marched their way out, leaving Selene to pout, resting her thigh high boots on the table.

“I can’t wait to be there.”

Stepping in lock with Destiny on their way out, Emma traded looks with the blind fortune teller as they made their way outside. Finding that they were both alone walking down the steps and heading out towards the town.

“Raven did not wait for you after the meeting. This is unusual.”

“She likely went out last night for some festivities after Sinister’s lab was liquidated. Knowing her she’s sound asleep in our bed nursing a splitting hangover.”

“Hmm, I can relate to that, give her my regards,”

*

Opening the refrigerator in her shared kitchen, Mystique immediately reached for the carton of milk sitting on the door rack and closed the door behind her with a swing of her hip. Standing to her full height with a hand resting at her lower back, Mystique popped the lid and downed the carton in one go, not even letting a drop spill from her lip before tossing the empty carton to the garbage bin and waddling her way over to the couch to sit. Completely in the nude, she didn’t bother manifesting clothes on her as she plopped her rear into the cushions and leaned back, combing her long red hair back to drape over the cushions.

Reaching down to trace her fingers over her full round breasts, her hand settled on her stomach, now round and firm like a volleyball. Drumming her fingers over the surface of her stomach, she eyed it over the slopes of her expanded chest with idle frustration. Scratching at her thigh, she knew her hips had grown wider, her thighs thicker, and it wasn’t a mystery why.

Around her on the coffee table were a variety of empty food wrappers and packaging she had cleared through earlier. Cheese, pickles, a bucket of ice-cream, it had all been devoured since she had woken up with a firm, round pregnant belly. And she certainly KNEW she was pregnant, the moment she was exploring the reflection of her swollen middle in the mirror she felt a flurry of kicks meet her palms rubbing circles around her swollen womb. Demanding to be filled. And for the last half hour she had done nothing but satisfy the hungry kicks and jolts causing a ruckus inside of her.

Swooning and fluttering her eyes, she felt like she was ****. Rubbing circles around her drum-tight belly while her hands explored her expanded curves. Over 8 months worth of pregnancy hormones had done its toll on her mind, pickling her brain with urges and hungers that had her licking her fingers and squirm in her seat. Her meaty thighs rubbing together as her hands finally reached to try and douse the boiling heat in her loins.

“I should have dragged that bullseye’d moron with me back to my place, FUCK I’m so horny… And HUNGRY!”

Indeed, her stomach continued to growl, her womb continued to jostle. Her skin was so sensitive that when she went to cup one of her swollen tits, Raven gasped from the stimulation. They had grown another cup size, and not by will either. Keening out a moan of sexual frustration, Mystique tossed the coffee table over and slid down to the floor to lay on her back, writhing in lust as she felt her skin creak and her belly kick up a hurricane.

She thought she’d orgasm right there, her eyes rolling back as she moaned again, arching her back… Then a gush of fluids flooded the space between her legs, and a twisting pain made her clutch at her sides as a contraction ripped through her.

She was in labour.