The show must go ON!

Swooning to herself after taking another bite of her roast, Storm's eyes fluttered in delight. Ever since she felt hungry after meeting up with Dazzler, the weather goddess had promptly gone to the nearest restaurant after faring well to her friends and watched them go off to their other duties. Storm had the day all to herself and made her way to a place for a bite to eat.

Said bite very quickly became a four-course meal at a buffet. It surprised her how hungry she was, but not as surprised by how GOOD everything tasted. It started with a bowl of vegetable soup with the woman, drinking away the red broth like she was starving after a few tentative sips from her spoon. Then she had filled a plate of food, then another, and ANOTHER. Everyone else at the buffet could only watch on in fascination as the usually reserved and chaste weather witch ate like she hadn't eaten in days. But that wasn't the only thing that drew their attention.

The woman seemed to... Grow the longer she ate. It was subtle at first, but as her eating picked up, everyone found it hard not to notice the woman's figure slowly expanding. Her thighs expanded larger, riding up her dress skirt until the hem began to tear. Her blouse was nearly half-way wide open after she had to unbutton the thing down to its fourth button to free space for her now G cup breasts. Her flat and smooth middle was showing a softness gather that pinched at her waistline, forcing her to unbutton and unzip her skirt and even then the fabric looked painted on her.

Her face was now rounder, softer, and from how the napkin at the side of the table had all but been forgotten in her eating, her face was stained with the grease, specks, and smudges of all she had eaten up to this point. Finished chugging down her 7th bowl of soup along with all she had eaten already, Ororo had given off an unlady-like belch as she pushed back her chair and got to her feet.

"Oh MY, this place is wonderful!" She sighed in delight, stretching her arms over her head and causing her melon sized breasts to wobble in her half-open top. "Time for another plate."

Picking up her empty plate, she made her way back to the buffet table, surprising many when she brushed up against them and show she stood almost a foot taller than everyone there. Hinting she wasn't just growing curvier and meatier her entire feast. Playfully swinging her hips back and forth to the overhead music as she piled chicken wings, ribs, potatoes, pasta, and breads onto her plate, she never paid attention to the fact that her presence was causing others to eat more too.

"THERE we go..." She smiled down at the small mountain of food on her plate, she playfully hip bumped a woman out of the way on her path back to her table, her chair groaning under her weight as she went right back to eating. "All these months living here and I never once thought to eat here until now... Oops! Can't forget a salad!"

Getting back up to her feet and catching herself nickering. Storm went back to the buffet to get a salad when she spotted a man head his way to the washroom. Leering at him for over a minute, Ororo flared her nostrils and licked her lips. Deciding maybe she too needed to get cleaned up... After getting dirty.

Making her way over to the rest room, she snuck into the men's room and locked the door behind her.

*

The council meeting had reached its end, and the members were all filing out of the chamber one by one. Many commenting on the oncoming concert Dazzler would throw that night, while others lamented they had eaten all their food at the meeting and were still hungry.

Scott meanwhile was deep in thought, worrying over what Dr. McCoy had brought to his attention. Las Vegas had simply disappeared off the map and Dazzler just happens to show up from there with no explanation as to why. Stopping so he could think, he looked over to the rest of the council members, many of whom were on their way out to mingle with the rest of mutant kind. Emma seemed rather anxious as she darted right past him to head out, stranger still her mind was just... Broadcasting salacious thoughts. Many of which involved the two of them tangled up together. But she seemed determined to head out somewhere more tantalizing than what appeared to be hours worth of fornicating with Scott.

"Mind feeling clouded, jah?"

Looking up to the ceiling, Scott found Kurt hanging from a light fixture smiling and waving down at him before teleporting off his perch and reappearing right in from of the man.

"It's weird." Scott shook his head. "McCoy showed me a few satellite pictures of Las Vegas, its not there anymore."

Narrowing his yellow eyes, the Nightcrawler nodded, understanding the man's confusion. "And then lo and behold, Dazzler shows up wanting to throw zhe party of zhe century here in Krakoa."

"But is it a 'welcome back' party? Or a 'farewell' party?" Scott crossed his arms and nodded over to the exit where the council members have already left. "Ever since Dazzler got here, everyone's been acting strange."

"Oh no, NOT strange." Kurt commented, climbing up to perch over the wall beside Cyclops. "Nothing strange about everyonez around you eating like zey've been starving for a week or being horny like the jackalopes."

"You mean rabbits, right?"

"No! Jackalopes! Horny little rabbits with antlers they are. Alwayz eating and humping and headbutting what gets in their way... And they never stop!" Kurt pointed a finger accusingly at Scott. "Thank GOODNESS they are only found in America, in Europe they'd drink all the beer, eat all the food and you'd be up to your eyes in them by the end of the week headbutting you with their pointy little antlers." He gestured with his fingers over his head.

"... You were bitten by a bunny when you were a kid, weren't you."

"Yes... Have you seen Psylocke?"

"No... I asked about that too during the meeting..." Stepping away from the wall, Scott headed out with Nightcrawler, meeting him outside after teleporting there. "Can you do me a favor and try looking for her, her AND Dazzler?"

"Will do."

With a puff of sulfurous smoke, Nightcrawler disappeared, leaving Scott to look out on the rest of the mutant people stuffing their faces, running off in pairs or more to be frisky... Or just... Headbutting each other. Apparently. Standing there confused, Scott could only shake his head in confusion when he spotted two men just run into each other and collapse back with a laugh and cheers from everyone around them.

*

"My HEAD is killing me." Sighed Remy, resting his head in his hands at the table as he watched Betsy eat away at the meal he bought for her. He was still trying to figure out how it all came to this.

He tried to bring her to Beast or any of the other doctors on the island to find out what was going on with her behavior. But the longer he was with the woman, he could feel his mind getting foggy, and light headed, almost like he was on something that was making him feel almost drunk. The fact she kept pressing up against him wrapped in his coat and trying to feel him up didn't help his sense of self resolve one bit when she kept pleading for a bite to eat. Looking down, he instantly regretted it as her bare breasts mashed up against his arm and chest. If it was hard to think before, being able to string a sentence together was damned near impossible with the view she was giving him. Eventually they diverted to a restaurant and took a table.

30 minutes later and the woman was still eating, and Gambit could only sit there wondering how they got there and why he felt as hungry as Psylocke was. Watching her eat, his eyes sluggishly blinked as he reached out to pick at something on her plate to nibble on and got a playful smack from her hand as a response.

"Nu uh, MY food."

"But I'm paying." Gambit complained, pulling back his gloved hand.

"Then get a plate and fill it, we can eat together..." Betsy tittered, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in and showed off her cleavage again. "Or are you in the mood for something ELSE to bite into."

Gulping loudly, Gambit's red eyes stared down the abyss of her chest as she playfully showed off to the man, this was so much out of character for the normally dead serious woman. On any other day she'd not even humor the idea of any of this. And yet here they were sitting at a buffet and the purple haired ninja acted like an air-headed bimbo with the biggest tits he'd ever seen on her.

Which was another thing. Her figure had balloon to whorish proportions! Seeing her hug herself under her chest, her ripe melons swayed and bobbed under the motion, making his eyes follow every jiggle like a dog following a bone being dangled in front of him. A concept not lost on the purple haired mutant as she ate from her plate and got up to her feet.

"How's this? Meet me in the ladies room, and you can eat ALL you want."

Sauntering over to the restroom, the second she opened the door, she let slip the coat Remy gave her to preserve her decency. Something she clearly no longer valued as she gave the stunned Cajun a good view of her backside before closing the door behind her.

Seconds later, Gambit came racing after her, fumbling with his belt buckle.

*

"Destiny? You here?" Called out Raven, the blue-skinned shapeshifter known by many as Mystique entered her shared home with the blind fortune teller looking for her. She didn't see the woman, but she could hear music being played loudly from a stereo. "The meeting was boring, but at least the snacks were good."

"GOTTA LOVE SNACKS IN THESE GROOVY TIMES GIRL!" She heard Destiny call out from another room. Very much out of character for the prim and proper woman.

Turning the corner to the living room, Mystique was a little surprised by the sight she found. There dancing in a bathrobe to the beat of a 60s samba playing from a stereo. The woman had a glass of wine in her hand and a wreath of flowers around her head as she swayed and danced, occasionally taking a sip from her glass the entire time.

Standing there with her arms crossed and a smirk on her lips, Mystique never saw her like this.

"Starting a little afterparty without me?

"AFTER-party?" Destiny scoffed, putting her glass down and stumbling over to embrace the woman and pull her in for a kiss that made Mystique's eyes go wide. "No... No, no, no, no... I'm starting early for the FOREVER party flower child."

Separating from Raven to get her wine glass, the blind woman giggled to herself as she went back to dancing in the middle of the living room. Taking a few steps inside, Mystique found several plates and bowls of food that had been eaten, confusing her even more wondering who had gone through their entire cupboards and refrigerator.

"Lot of plates here, you invite anyone over for this 'forever-party?"

"Nope! Been celebrating by myself, I've been waiting for you to come back from the meeting so we could have fun together groovy Raven." Finishing her glass, Destiny picked up the wine bottle, but before she could pour herself a drink, the woman shrugged and decided to drink straight from the bottle. "But who I'm REALLY waiting for is the Crimson Goat herself, the Scarlet Satyress, the Queen of Pleasure."

".... Okay... I think we've had a wee bit too much wine there love." Mystique decided she had seen enough and tried to pull away the bottle from Destiny's hand, only for the woman to spin around and capture her lips again in hers, the two stumbling back until they landed on the carpet floor.

"Feeling frisky already?" Destiny smiled and wiped her lip. "Well how about we get started on some fun of our own before the concert."

*

Stumbling out of the locked washroom with a giggle and not much else on her, Ororo pulled up the strap of her top, which barely contained her now larger chest. Her skirt, completely unbuttoned and split down the side to give her wider hips room as she moved her way out to the exit of the buffet, the patrons inside still eating like they were starving when she stepped out into the fresh air, and the weather goddess smiled.

"Hmm... What a lovely day for a stroll..."

Wandering out onto the streets of Krakoa, Storm continued to wistfully look around, light headed and feeling like she was on top of the world. Dozens of eyes stared at the tall, buxom weather goddess, who for the most part was always rather presentable. Today on the other hand she was completely disheveled and looked like she had stumbled out of an overnight party... They weren't far off on that assessment. Her hair seemed longer, wilder, and more voluminous, almost as if she were a growing storm cloud like her namesake.

"Storm?!"

She stopped, perking her ears, now seemingly longer and pointed as they tilted to where she heard her name being called as she sluggishly turned around and smiled drunkenly back at the stunned face of Jubilee looking up at her and looking around for anyone who was seeing her teacher in such a state.

"What happened to you?"

"Hmm? Oh greetings child, I just had some fun after a long meal..." Bending at the waist to see the girl eye to eye, Jubilee blushed when Storm gave her an appraising look. "And you are looking quite scrumptious yourself little one."

Reaching out with both hands under the young woman's arms, Jubilee was given a surprise when she was lifted up off her feet, amazed at just how much bigger and taller Ororo was to pull her up off the ground and pressing her up against a light post.

"Hmm, you look good enough to eat!" Storm purred, licking her lips. "But maybe a taste would be better..."

Leaning forward, Ororo surprised the woman further with a kiss that saw her mouth invaded by the weather witch's tongue licking her gums and wrestling with her own tongue before pulling away. Breathing hard and... Almost nickering when she breathed in.

"Come Jubilee, let's make you more your namesake and have a celebration of our own."

Pulling the young woman up with her, Storm and Jubilee made their way off the streets into the jungles surrounding the city. Ruffling plants in their wake until they disappeared.

*

By late afternoon, the concert stadium had been fully propped up by a handful of mutants tasked with setting up the concert, and crowds were already beginning to form and march their way into the heart of the island where the performance would be held. Word had spread across Krakoa of Dazzler’s impromptu return from her Vegas tour and desire to perform for her island home. During those hours, word had spread quickly and the entire population of Krakoa had arrived to attend, waiting with eager anticipation for the show to begin. Rows upon rows of seating were filled with cheering and hollering mutants crying out Dazzler’s name, a fever pitch of excitement matched only by the many hundreds of people either making out or eating where they sat.

Behind the curtains and listening to the hundreds cheering her name for the show to begin, Dazzler hummed to herself in delight while she bit into a sandwich in her hand. Wearing her most salacious dress for the show, it barely fit her current frame. Ever since she had stepped foot on Krakoa, Alison had done nothing but enjoy her stay. Eating everything she could get her hands on and getting tangled up with anyone and everyone that caught her eye. And even now it showed on her figure.

Her silver and rhinestone cocktail dress clung to her like a second skin and even then it did nothing to hide her widened thunder thighs and massive chest. Her top was intentionally left half open for her tits to breath and tears were showing at the edges of the dress’s sides where she tugged down on the fabric. She had nearly doubled her weight since she had gotten back from Vegas! Not that she cared, if anything she relished her expanded curves. Wanda had shown her something wonderful, a gift to share all her mutant brethren and she wanted to share it with all of them.

“Oooh… Won’t be LONG now!” Dazzler giggled, rolling her shoulders and shimmying her hips in delight. She could feel her skin squirm; the glamour her mistress had placed on her was reaching its limit hiding her true nature from her friends and loved ones. And she couldn’t wait for that proverbial bubble to pop and show everyone the new her. “THIS concert is gonna be a REAL party!”

*

Meanwhile in Dr. McCoy’s lab…

“Hmm, where is everyone?” Wondered the blue furred mutant, leaning back in his chair and scratching his chin deep in thought as he went over the satellite pictures of Las Vegas. “An entire city can’t be swallowed up by the dessert over night…”

Going over a few more satellite feeds online and squinting his eyes at the maximum resolution, Hank continued to look confused when all he could see were desert sands and herds of animals where the city of lights used to be. After a few minutes, the blue furred gorilla of a man snapped his fingers and began to type on his keyboard.

“Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time… Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Looking at the pictures, Dr. McCoy went over the logs of the various satellites that orbited past the city from overhead over the span of twelve hours, each picture frame sliced from an hour between each other showed the city standing out like a cluster of neon-colored lights. But over time those lights had dark patches where the lights went out. Along with a growing number of… elephants? Squinting his eyes and adjusting his glasses, Dr. McCoy watched the array of photos taken, seeing the city disappear bit by bit, and be replaced with a growing herd of animals as big as cars or bigger.

It took the man a few seconds to register what was going on, but when he did, he got up from his chair in a start.

“By the wily jar collecting ghost of Howard Hughes!” Gasped Beast, staring up at the amassed horde of monsters swarming around what used to be the city of Las Vegas now circled around the portal leading to Krakoa like ants swarming a piece of discarded candy.

“I have to warn Cyclops and the rest of the silent council! Dazzler… Must have been compromised by what’s consumed the city. If she’s here, then we’re ALL in danger.”

Gathering his things, he made to head out the door when he found his feet refused to budge. Almost like he was glued in place.

“What in blazes?!”

“Trying to stop the show? We can’t have THAT!” Purred a voice in Hank’s head. Leaving the blue furred man to dart his head back and forth to try and find the source.

The door to his lab creaked open, where he found Psylocke standing there in an alluring pose… Or at least trying to with her enlarged curves. Pressing up against the door frame her rear was a shelf of meat and muscle, her chest wobbling heavily when she raised a hand to comb through her purple hair.

“I can HEAR her Hanky poo… The Scarlet Satyress… She has plans for Krakoa. And I like the tune she’s singing.”

“Betsy, what in the world are you talking about?”

“You’ll see…” She husked, approaching the man seductively. “Once the music starts…”

*

Pushing the curtains out of her way and practically dancing her way out onto the concert stage with a spotlight on her, Dazzler waved to the screaming crowds of mutants in front of her and she greeted them from her microphone in hand.

“HELLO KRAKOA! EVERYONE READY TO PARTY?”

The cheers and hollers from the crowds made the singer smile ear to pointed ear as she shared the same cheer and began her show. Starting with her first song of the night, she enjoyed the attention and noise abound as her fans and fellow mutants sang along with her. In the corner of her eyes she could spot many of the crowd eating ravenously or making out with random partners. All of which caused by her as she had wandered the island, randomly making out with whoever crossed her path, spreading her mistress’s gifts to her people.

Reaching the crescendo of her song, she leaned back and gave a high note, one that broke out into a goat-like bleat that caused the crowds to pause and break out into laughter. Breathing hard and feeling her body tremble, Dazzler was beside herself with elation.

It was time.

“WHAT CAN I SAY KRAKOA? DEEP DOWN I’M A PARTY ANIMAL!” Hearing the crowds cheer and laugh but continue to act more and more hedonistic, a rip at the side of her dress made the woman smirk as she approached the front of the stage and broke out into another song.

“WHATCHA SAY KRAKOA? LET’S… LET’S…”

A transformation had taken root in Allison Blaire, one that did not go unnoticed by the crowds as they watched Dazzler shift in her stance, squirming as her flesh betrayed her. Her shoes burst open, revealing cloven feet that clopped as she stepped out of the ruins of the leather and stitching. Her hips and thighs swelled to over three feet wide, reducing her dress to tatters as she packed on pounds of muscle and fat, a fluffy tail popping free from the back of her tight underwear that now flossed between the globes of her ass cheeks like a thong before snapping off like a broken rubber band when her hips exceeded four feet in width. A sheen of blond fur spread up from her loins and down her legs, her clothing still tearing apart, failing to contain her burgeoning curves and bulk.

“LET’S… HNNNNNGG…”

Arching her back, her tits exploded with growth, rivalling the ripest pumpkins in any county fair, and found themselves crowded with a second pair growing underneath them. Grabbing what remained hanging off her growing body, Allison ripped her dress clean off her, freeing herself in feral nudity and tossing the dress behind her as her fur spread up her shoulders and up her neck. By now she was well over 8 feet tall and still growing, Doubling and tripling in weight as she grew and grew. By the time the fur had reached her head, her hair grew wild, her ears growing over a foot in length and flicked as she gasped and shivered, her hands feeling up her chest and neck as she lolled her head and winced when a pair of growths bulged from her forehead. With a nickering bleat of passion, a pair of horns popped free and curved around her long ears, completing her transformation into a massive satyress heifer.

“LET’S …GET WILD!”

Moaning out into her microphone, her braying moan blared out across the island. And with it, the first few rows of the crowd shuddered and twitched as the same changes that overcame Dazzler coursed through them as well. Like a cascade, the satyr changes flowed out from the concert stadium outwards across the hundreds of mutants who found themselves rapidly growing taller, larger, fatter and more bestial by the second. Moans of passion quickly turned to bleats and nickers of lust as the X-men and mutants transformed. Many had become consumed in the changes as they pressed up against their nearest cohort, getting tangled up together in a mess of horns and limbs. Many mounted each other like barnyard animals, braying out like cattle as they thrust and ground against their partners. Others in their ravenous hunger tore at the seating and gnawed on the wood and plastics, oblivious to the texture or flavor so long as it could fill their stomachs.

From her spot, Dazzler smiled impishly as all of Krakoa transformed before her eyes. She bit into her microphone and slurped up the wire like a strand of spaghetti before jumping off the stage and sensually approached the throbbing mob of fledgling satyrs, swaying her hips back and forth with each step while combing her hair loose to flow wild behind her back and down her shoulders.

Throwing herself into the mob of hungry horny satyrs, she laughed to herself as she was captured in the embrace of several of them who were eager to suckle from her massive breasts and thrust into her quivering nethers. In mid laugh, she was pleasantly surprised to find a massive cock be shoved down her throat while another speared into her pussy. Four mouths clasped over her tits and in the overstimulation, Dazzler’s eyes fluttered, and she drowned in the orgy she had created.

She was free now. Free to indulge and experience without fear of consequence or taboo. She could eat whatever she wanted, how much she wanted and no longer care if it got her fat, she WANTED to be fat! Big and fat and wild and pregnant from so many suiters who would mount and breed her over and over again. And she had her mistress to thank her for showing her this freedom. The Scarlet Satyress would be pleased with Dazzler’s contribution to the herd.

*

Watching the chaos unfold throughout the audience as it spread over all of Krakoa, Nightcrawler could only perch there and bite at his finger nails in panic as the population of mutants like a chain of firecrackers ‘popped’ in proximity to each other. Sprouting horns and hooves and brayed out from the rampant transformation cascading from the concert.

“The Jackalopes have made it to Krakoa!!!”

Kurt winced, trying to block out the chorus of braying and nickering coming from the concert below him. Teleporting away, the blue imp of a man made his way over to the nearest portal heading out of the island. Even there he found mutants listening to Dazzler’s song shiver as horns popped out of their skulls and their figures swelled out rapidly.

“The world has to be warned, or these horny horned rabbits will spread across the planet in their eating and humping and headbutting! Someone has to save the beer.”

“BEER? WHERE?”

Caught off guard and grabbed from behind, Nightcrawler looked over his shoulder and regretted it instantly when his lips were captured by his assailant. Her tongue invading his mouth and exploring every inch of his mouth’s interior all the way back as his tonsils before pulling away with a ‘mwah’ as she pinned the diminutive man to the ground, his face buried between her furry melons.

Looking up past their slopes to the giggling, dark haired bimbo of a creature lounging on top of him, her body was covered in silky black fur save for her chest and face. Her hair was over grown and draped down her shoulders like a cascading waterfall where a pair of horns poked out from her forehead. Even so, the creature that had him pinned down was easy to recognise, what with her sharp green eyes and the pink sunglasses hanging off her horns.

“JUBILEE?! You have become the Jackalope?”

“What’s this about jacking off?” The satyress giggled, twirling a finger through Nightcrawler’s hair with one hand while she rested her chin in the palm of her other hand. “Because if you wanted someone to suck on your blue tinted bratwurst, all you had to do was ASK!”

“Jubilee! There is a madness spreading across…”

The satyress didn’t hear a word he was saying when she sat up, reached for his belt line, and ripped open his pants, then dove down between his legs like a starving animal, licking her lips. Any words of fear or concern Kurt Wagner would have had died in his throat when his eyes went crossed from the goat woman’s ministrations. Grabbing hold of her horns like they were safety handles, Kurt’s mind went blank from her sucking him to hardness, completely unaware of a pair of horns quickly growing to stubs at his forehead.

Not too long after, the incredible nightcrawler brayed out in release, shared by thousands more across the entire island of Krakoa which had fallen relatively easily and overnight by a single trojan satyr’s melody.