They Attend A "Battle Plan," Already Underway

The three women made it to the entrance of the Cerebro Chamber. Like all the doors in the lower levels, it was an air-tight seal built from a steel-adamantium alloy and only accessible via bio-molecular activation. Betsy was taking care of that, pressing her now slightly-oversized hand onto the scanner lens while Emma lowered her eyes and brought two fingers to her temple. Janet presumed it was some sort of telepathy she was reaching out into the other room. As she herself stood there, only able to wait, Janet felt a twinge of guilt start to well up in the pit of her stomach. Betsy seemed to read Janet's mind and looked upon Janet over her shoulder.

"Don't start blaming yourself, Janet," she said reassuringly, reaching with her other hand to stroke Janet's arm. "What's done is done. Most of the people under this roof have had their share of moments where they lost their head and have come to live with it." Betsy then flashed Janet a smirk, which certainly put her more at ease. "Besides, once this is all cleared up, this whole mess will still have a lot of competition for the wild things the X-Men have gotten up to."

"Speaking of wild," Emma interjected. "Janet, we're going to have to plug you in."

"Huh?"

"Sorry. Turn of phrase around here," Betsy explained. "The Professor must be conducting a meeting along the psychic plane with the others inside. Emma and I can bring you in along with us, but forewarning—it's going to be a bit disorienting for a novice such as yourself."

Janet rolled her eyes. "C'mon, I'm in a super-team too. I have a viking for a roommate. It's not like I've been living a vanilla life up until last month. Go for it, 'plug me in.'"

Emma gleamed. "As you wish. It should conjure up the moment Betsy—"

And, with uncanny timing, the scanner beeped an affirming green, and the many switches and hydrolic presses opened up and the door came away to reveal...a formal garden. Yards of precisely manicured hedges and luxurious flowers stretched before her. A gaggle of ten or so people, dressed in a wide range of semi-formal, informal and casual summer dress, were all congregated around an ornate white gazebo that stood in the center of the lawn.

Janet coughed. "Oh-okay, fine. It's a little trippy," she confessed. She began to duck her advanced height below the arch of the doorway, which on the other side above her looked like clear skies for miles ahead. "But, in my defense, I wasn't really given any idea as to what to exactly expec—"

Stepping fully into the "garden," Janet found her eye-level cut short by two feet in the first step. By the second, she felt fabric around her skin. She looked down at herself, plain old Janet Van Dyne once more, dressed up in a fashionable romper, her arms and back exposed from its halter neckline, as was her legs from the mid-thigh. A fabric belt tied the garment in at the waist, and was decorated in a design of butterflies. Janet's formerly bare feet met the stone pathway leading to the gazebo now dressed in formal black sandals, and her face was shielded from the "sun" above with a wide-rimmed summer hat that found itself atop her head.

Emma and Betsy came in behind Janet, meeting her at her sides. As non-Gammas, the two women still had a a little over a head over Janet. Betsy was in a gorgeous violet silk dress, with her raven hair held up in a bun with two black spokes, while Emma wore white via high-waisted dress pants and blazer. She wore no blouse underneath, and had her top button unfastened to expose her cleavage. She smirked mirthfully down at Janet, her lips adorned with a silvery _lipstick.

"You were saying?"

"Emma, don't tease the poor woman. Let's stick to the matter at hand." The three made their way to the rest of the party, though Janet did so without the runaway grace of Emma and Betsy.

"This is a normal thing, I'm guessing?" Janet asked.

"The theme changes, but otherwise yes," Emma explained.

***

Logan, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, knocked back his scotch before speaking up. "I think I figured out yer damage, slim," Logan snickered, the ice chinking around in his glass as he gestured to Scott.

"You a psychiatrist all of a sudden, Logan?" Scott scoffed, resting his arms across his polo shirt-clad chest.

"Hey, ya don't need t'be a shrink t'know this whole thing busted everyone's skeletons out of their closets. Anyways, I think you like to lead in the day, but take the orders at night, if you know what I mean."

Ororo, who stood between the two men, was dressed in a burgundy floor-length chiffon dress, as long and flowing as her snow-white hair, yet even still her abundant curves came through. "I believe the kids call that a 'power bottom,'" she added.

"Could we please not put me on the spot, here?" Scott said, throwing his hands up. "This whole day has been enough to deal with as it is."

"You still find yourself distressed? Oh, Scott," Ororo said tenderly, reaching out to caress his shoulder. "If there's one thing we should learn from this experience, it's that there is no further shame to be had. Repressions hamper even us mutants. We may reach whole new levels of unity once this passes."

"Yeah, don't take it too rough, Slim," Logan said. Reaching to the small table to his side, he abandoned his glass and reached for the scotch bottle itself. "You don't have th'sperience dealin' with yer one-eyed monster like me," he laughed, in-between swigs. "Gettin' all that out of my system, I haven't felt this alive in years."

Ororo's eyes gently narrowed down on Logan. "Pride is among the inhibitions we must discard, Logan," she admonished. With a flick of her wrist, Logan's scotch flew out of his hands with a swift gust, then landed gently back onto the glass table. Ororo reached out and took Logan by the shoulder, now connected to both men.

"Gentleman, if you really need a buffer to finally work out the acrimony between the two of you, I am right here."

***

While Ororo projected herself a serene mediator in reality she was a raging tempest, her gasps and moans only drowned out by the two beasts she found herself with. Logan's balls crashed against her ass, and Scott's into her soaked taint. Their cocks dueled together inside of her, driving her mad for higher and higher peaks of ecstasy.

_Ororo's neck rolled limply from shoulder to shoulder, panting for breath. Her breasts thrust wildly into Logan's hands as she pulled her body back each time Scott's thick cock slid out of her pussy, pushing her asshole onto Logan's prick, and as she hiked up her hips, her hot cunt slipped right _back onto Scott's shaft.

_"Goddess!" Ororo growled through her tusks, coming wetly. "Oh-oh-_hhhhh!"

Ororo gave up on keeping the pace with the ogre and wolf-man who were both spearing into her. Her body remained mighty and resilient, but her spirit, brought into unfathomable bliss, rendered her nerves numb, making her loose all sense of body. Her juices flowed copiously, drenching Scott's paunched belly and the fur of Logan's thighs. Her body jerked violently, and her lovers fucked faster. Back and forth, forth and back. She growled through her corded neck, roaring as she went out of her mind with an orgasm that left her shaking and shivering between Scott and Logan, who kept fucking her for all they were worth. Her head fell to the side and moaned hotly into Logan's snout, sucking on his tongue in as heated a kiss as their transformed states could allow.

***

Emma and Betsy found Charles seated, not socializing and his attention focused squarely into the open pages of a book which he held against his crossed legs. He was dressed in his usual black suit and tie, but his head was now full of a mop of dirty blond hair.

"Per...Professor..." Betsy said, half-dazed.

Charles looked up, and quickly clapped his book shut. "Ah! Elizabeth, so glad you could pull away from the infants to join in with the rest of us." He twisted in his seat as he rested his book to the side. "Speaking of which, Emma...I hope your delivery was a comfortable one, unorthodox circumstances notwithstanding?"

"Charles, what the hell is this?" Emma spat. "You're all having a brunch right now?"

"Now now, we have at this point made a standard of conduct

"If you could both just have a seat, I'm sure we can find a way to discuss the problems at hand cordially."

Betsy and Emma glanced at each other, and complied. They lowered themselves in the chairs arranged around Charles...

***

...and in the stark reality, the two nude She-Hulks lowered themselves to their knees. Xavier, also naked, could no longer fit his half-ton body into the Cerebro module he was plugged into. The armrests had been torn clean off and left on the floor, turning the chair into more of a stool, and even Cerebro's helmet had been torn apart to fit his thickened cranium. Otherwise, he sat there as stalwart as he ever did when he was plugged into the device, save for one detail that was glaringly obvious to Emma and Betsy at their lowered state.

Professor X's cock stood out ramrod straight between his meaty thighs, a half-meter-length of a beast that twitched and throbbed before their very eyes. Sheathed in leathery dark green skin, its partially retracted foreskin was leaking precum like wax on a candle down its length and to his bloated balls. Emma bit her lip while Betsy pinched hers together. Both women felt lumps in their throats, felt **** to indulge themselves after almost getting consumed by existential dread, but the needs of their bodies won out, **** to soothe their minds.

Betsy was the first to reach out, taking two curled fingers and running them up Charles' shaft. She scooped up his trail of precum and licked her fingers clean. At the first outbreak, Betsy had the quick wits to avoid getting knocked up...and she found herself profoundly regretting it. Emma took a hold of Charles' cock while Betsy savored his seed. She watched his foreskin jut up and down to her grip and couldn't help but imagine herself bounding on that cock with the same motion. Watching even more precum leak out of Charles' cockhead, Emma had a similar reconsideration. Perhaps she was not revolted by pumping out litters after all...perhaps it just came down to finding a suitable mate.

Emma scooted Charles' leg wider apart and leaned into his crotch, licking his shaft clean. Betsy then ducked down and brought his balls to her face, sucking one inside of her mouth. Both women's hands met at the base of Charles' cock, and after running her tongue all along his length enough times, a precise craning of Betsy's face was all it took for the two to lock lips. They ran their hands through each other's hair and gorgeous faces, while never letting the object of their lust be overshadowed.

***

"Mon chéri" Groaned Gambit, his hands gripping Rogue's thighs as she wrapped her legs around his, tossing her long green hair and wailing out loud. "You are magnifique..."

"Hmm, you said it sugah..."

Burying his face in her cleavage, the green skinned Cajun licked and kissed at her large breasts before she pulled him up for a passionate embrace, driving her tongue onto his mouth and crying out loud when a second pair of hands cupped at her breasts from behind. Kissing her back and thrusting his chrome coated cock deep into her bowels from behind, the Colossus gasped and gritted his teeth as he increased his intensity thrusting into her ass.

"Agggh, ya obozhaju tebya, Anya!" (Ah, I adore you, Anna!)

"Tak khorosho vnutri tvoyega ochka!" (So good inside your ass!)

Her toes curling, Rogue was high on orgasmic bliss, pulling Piotr close and kissing the man deeply while combing her fingers through Remy's hair. She felt so alive, so passionate. For so long she couldn't dare touch anyone or cause them harm, now she wanted to touch as much as she could while both men claimed her from in front and behind.

In the psychic illusion, the double teaming of Rogue appeared as nothing more than the trio standing under the shade of a tree, the woman beaming a loving smile while the two well dressed men shared a laugh. Piotr wore a stylish button shirt with red velvet jacket and pants, while Remy wore black slacks with a smoker's jacket and suspenders and driver's cap. Laughing with the back of her hand at her ruby lips, Rogue wore a brown cardigan sweater over a green dress blouse and beige skirt.

Kitty huffed indignantly as she stared daggers across the garden. Her arms crossed under the petite bust of her sundress. "Of all the people for her to cozy up with..." she muttered, tapping a finger against the rim of her glass of mimosa.

Nearby, Illyana snorted in amusement, the blond smirking and shaking her head as she sipped from a martini. "Listen to yourself. All jealous because my chrome plated brother isn't plumbing YOU right now instead of her" Leaning in to whisper into the woman's ear, the woman's smile was almost devilish. "If you ask real nice I can give you the same attention."

"Gah... You are disgusting Illyana..."

Outside of the simulation, Kitty wouldn't have been able to see Rogue's romp with Piotr. She could barely even hear it, with Illyana pressing her muscular thighs against Kitty's cheeks, undulating her hips and grinding her sex in Kitty's face and practically drowning her in her cream. Kitty wanted to be frustrated, but the rich, pungent scent of Illyana's arousal was too good a thing to complain about, even in excess. She figured she might as well chow down.

After quickly sucking in a quick intake of air, Kitty opened her mouth wide, and let her tongue be fed into Illyana's slippery folds. The walls of her cunt burned around Kitty's tongue like an inferno, and her juices tingled down her throat as she gulped a mouthful down.

"Aiiiee!" Illyana wailed, reeling forward, swaying her ass and pressing her sex even more tightly around Kitty's mouth. She squirmed atop Kitty's green body, rubbing her stiff nipples against Kitty's belly and taking deep whiffs of her cunt. Her mouth was watering at the prospect of feasting on her friend's sex, quivering and gushing as hers, but the only thing that aroused Illyana more than the sex itself was the power play, of getting others to submit to her desires. She pleasured Kitty in a roundabout fashion, bringing her hand to an arrowhead shape and aggressively frigging Kitty's clit with her middle and forefinger.

She kept the clitoral hood open when she finally dived in, licking circles around it. Kitty knew Illyana was screwing with her, delaying her own reward, and with a swift inward locking of her thighs brought Illyana face first, into her pussy. Kitty smiled underneath her friend's sex as her own limber tongue finally entered her in kind. As much of a brat as she acted, once she got a taste she did not let up, already gliding her tongue up and around Kitty's slit. Those new horns of hers, pressing right up into the undersides of Kitty's knees, was less than pleasant, but Kitty could work with it.

Back in the illusion, Kitty sipped from her drink again and looked around. Almost everyone had grouped up, chatting about what had happened to them or trying to make a plan of things. But in reality, the place was a massive orgy for a horde of gamma drunk Hulks, each of them instantly turned into a prime-a specimen of the opposite sex and they were VERY aware of it with all the group sex they were having. She didn't want to admit it but yes... Majik was right; she was jealous. Then something caught her eye when she took another sip and looked out into the garden.

A little blue blur scampered between peoples feet to hide under a coffee table, skittish when a mug rested over top of it and running to the next for a place to hide. "The hell is that?" Separating from Majik and walking towards where the blue ball of fluff ran to and hid, Shadowcat crouched down and pulled up the linen cover to the small coffee table and pulled the little animal up by her hands. What she found was a small kitten with a strange blue tint to its fur and bright yellow eyes looking up at her, its tail fluffy with fright.

"Aww... Aren't you adora..." At that moment the illusion had a brief hiccup, revealing the cerebro chamber for what it was for a split second, showing the hordes of gamma empowered X-men grunt, groan and roar in orgasmic release, and a very terrified Kurt Wagner hanging by his arms in her hands. "HOLY SHIT! KURT?!"

"Meow."

Pressing the kitten against her chest and darting her head back and forth to make sure no one else noticed, Kitty lowered her head to whisper into the kitten's ear. "I don't know how you got in here, but don't worry Kurt, I'll get you out of here." In the real world, Kurt wanted to respond but his speech was muffled with his face buried in her cleavage. But to her it sounded like a purr. Tip towing her way out of the garden, Kitty tried to be as inconspicuous as she could be.

"Hey Kitty, what's that you got there?"

"Shit!" Turning around, Kitty found Pixie, X-23 and Jubilee approaching her. The trio were sharply dressed with the butterfly winged girl Megan wearing a sundress with pink ribbons in the style of butterflies and matching slippers, Laura wore a stylish pair of jeans and a button blouse and matching denim jacket, and Jubilee wore a blue dress with her trademark long yellow jacket.

"What do you have there?"

"It's Kurt, I'm trying to get him out of here."

"Really?" Snorted Laura in disbelief, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "how did he get in? Did he teleport in and got the shock of his life"

Looking down at the fuzzy kitten in her arms, Kitty shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe?"

"Well give him here, I think a little gamma will do him good in here."

"WHAT?! No! We can't have him be like us, I mean look at him, he's Catholic, his life will be ruined."

"Pfff... Don't be a baby Kitty, give'em here." Pulling the blue kitten out of the woman's hands, Jubilee held Kurt up for her to see better, staring deep into his wide yellow eyes and small fuzzy exterior.

"Mew."

Instantly Jubilee's expression melted into one of worry, pouting her lip and widening her eyes to match his. "Aaaawwwww... You're RIGHT! They'll eat him alive."

"Literally!"

Clutching Kurt to her own chest, she thought she was hearing him purr, in reality Nightcrawler gasped and cried for air as he was buried once again into the cleavage of a gamma powered amazon woman with melon sized breasts. "If we inch our way to the exit, no one will be the wiser and Kurt can get out of here without turning green."

Nodding furiously together, the quartette of young women made their way towards the exit of the cerebro chamber, marked by a flowery arch at the end of the cobblestone path they took, failing miserably NOT to draw attention to themselves.

"Almost..."

"Hey! What are YOU four doing?"

Slowly turning around and shielding Kurt behind them, the four ladies looked every other direction except where Illyana was standing with her hands at her sides.

"Uhm... Nothing."

"Lovely day..."

"I think I see daiquiris over there."

"Kurt popped into the Cerebro chamber and now we're trying to get him out."

All turned to glare back at X-23, where Laura returned their shocked expression with a shrug. "Sorry... I panicked."

Crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, Majik took the kitten in her hands and huffed in annoyance. "Really? That's all? Please... I can fix this." Tracing her finger and making a circle, a portal opened to the outside of the cerebro chamber where she stepped out with Kurt in hand. Once outside the illusion, the tall red skinned She-Hulk Magik held the shivering Kurt close, smiling impishly with fanged teeth as she settled him down to his feet. Looking up at the horned devil woman, Kurt smiled despite himself up at the towering woman.

"Thank you fraulein, I only popped in to see if I could give Xavier a report on the condition of our supplies."

"I'll give him the word Kurt, be safe." She purred, tracing a finger under his chin affectionately. "Oh! And one more thing..."

Grabbing him by the bristly back of his head, Illyana shoved Kurt's face into her cleavage. His was agape, preparing to yelp, but instead was muffled by the wine-colored areola that encircled his entire mouth. To Illyana's astonishment, she felt his fang-like canines nibbling on her nipple before she even needed to hug him tight against her body.

"Kurt, you little proydokha!" Illyana exclaimed, squeezing the breast his lips had latched onto, so as to ensure her mother's milk would spurt down his throat. "You wanted this, didn't you? Why else would you wander into a locked chamber filled with women who would throw themselves at you?"

Kurt didn't respond, instead just gulped down Illyana's milk while his gloved hands explored her crimson body. His right hand cupped her other breast, while his left slipped around her hip. At first, she felt his three stubby fingers around the small of her back, but already Illyana could hear the rips and tears around his clothes, and within seconds could reach down and clutch at her plump buttocks.

"Oh, yesss," she chortled, thrilling in feeling his nimble body grow up against hers, filling out more and more of her bear hug on him. "You wanted to get in there, let your little beast out—" Illyana paused to gasp and giggle at her remark. She could already feel Kurt's hard-on pressing up against her belly—"and breed every mare you could get your hands on, ya?"

She tore at the back of Kurt's suit, thrilling at the sensation of fine blue hairs that layered his swelling muscles. With his arms so tightly wrapped around Illyana's chest and upper back, the concern that he might slip away was long gone, and so she ungrasped his head and threw her hands down past his waist, to clutch his taut ass. She hissed at the thought of grabbing this clenched backside as he thrust himself into her, the very prick that would do so currently sending sparks along her clit with how it prodded at her lower belly.

"But you won't breed a single one!" Illyana barked. "Not before you and I have mighty demon children!"

Kurt actually pulled away from Illyana's bosom, leaving indentations in her flesh from her teeth. He sat his forehead against hers, revealing his golden eyes have turned a shade emerald. "Would they be purple?" Kurt grinned, with Illyana's milk still staining his lips.

Illyana threw a strong huff through her lips and shoved Kurt back into her chest, far preferring his continued suckling over hearing his jokes. She tore open the backside of his suit, and with it and his advancing height, Kurt's cock bobbed out between Illyana's thighs, which she was quick to catch and begin squeezing between.

"All Lady Hulks who have you will know you were broken by me!" She rolled her hips and clutched at his ass. "All you will be broken by your cock will be indebted to za Darkchilde!"

Illyana's dripping pussy smeared Kurt's shaft as it rubbed at the lips of her sex. Kurt had finally grown to the point where his feet graced the floor. With that leverage, Kurt swivered his lower body away from Illyana's, then hoisted himself up. With a mighty lunge of his hips, he thrust himself home into her, burying every inch of his cock into her feiry sex all at once.

"UGH! FUCK! You are not za giver, I am!" Illyana rutted her hips back and forth, fucking herself on Kurt who merely remained pliant in her grip and smirked against her tit. All six of his fingers came around the swelling sweetness of her rounded ass. The clawed nails he had as a mere mutant had grown sharp, but still could only leave shallow marks against Illyana's Gamma-enriched flesh.

"You—you give me your seed, you little grabli!" she hissed, her voice cracking to sound like whimpers. "I need—I demand it!" Their bodies crashed together, with Illyana's pistoning hips bounding themselves against Kurt's groin. Remaining upright, Kurt was reaching seven feet and nearly matching Illyana's advanced height. Unable to keep suckling at her breast without crouching over, Kurt instead dove his tongue into Illyana's trembling mouth. He kneaded her ass while she churned against his cock.

In truth, Illyana's lust-tinged ravings were half-correct. As Kurt entered the Cerebro Chamber, the thought of what had ended up happening occurred to him, and the silver lining of such an outcome was a shameful indulgence he could very well repent later, but savor for the moment at hand. The liquid warmth all around his cock was thrilling, but what charmed Kurt more was the sensations he could feel along Illyana's body, her cunt, her mouth. She was at both times domineering and delirious, her sex ravenous and needy.

Illyana gurgled as her lusts boiled through her body. Her eyes rolled into her head and she broke her heated kiss with Kurt, just to have the chance to breathe. Without noticing, the thrust of the fuck had been given to Kurt, which he took in kind.

"Yes, yesss! Hhhnnnn!" she growled, grabbing his now-broad shoulders and hiking her thighs over his hips. "Breed me! Bruh- breed me again and again aind..."

Illyana trailed off, her mouth feeling dry and her tongue swollen. Her cunt pumped on his cock, clenching and sucking on every inch and vein. She clenched her teeth as an orgasm snuck up on her like the chill of a draft—her cunt gushed against Kurt's member, flowing juices down her inner thighs all while he kept pounding into her. Arching her back and thrusting her chest out, Majik wrapped her powerful legs around his waist and locked them together, gripping at his ass with both her hands as the two of them went rigid. Vision blurring and crying out loud, the two grunted out a cry of release as Kurt flooded her womb with gamma enriched seed that painted her insides and drippled to the floor between his feet. His balls still pumpi8ng fluid into her while she squeezed her thighs together, her toes curling as they both panted and came down from the excitement. But the pounding of their hearts could still be heard in their ears, causing Kurt to thrust with each surge of his blood pressure.

Breathing hard and opening her eyes, Illyana pressed her forehead against Nightcrawler's own, staring into his eyes as the two leered at each other before they finally began to make out. Moaning and growling into each other's mouths, the two looked like they were building up for another round. Pulling away from the kiss, Illyana unlocked her legs and let Kurt dismount from her, biting her lip when she felt him pull out of her with a slick pop of fluids that gushed down her legs. Turning around and pressing her chest against the walls with her hands up, the horned, red She-Hulk thrust out her ass invitingly, exposing her dripping loins to the massive Nightcrawler, inviting him to mount her.

"Take me... I'm yours..."

Licking his fangs, Kurt gripped at her wide flanks and squeezed at her thighs and rear possessively, he could already feel the pulse in his loins throb and swell, ready to take her again. But then he paused, hesitated as he stepped back and clutched at his throbbing headache.

"N-no... Not..."

"Come ON! Take me already, fuck my BRAINS out!" She cried out, wantonly.

Shaking his head and looking around to where he was, Kurt looked back at the disappointed woman and disappeared with a puff of dark purple smoke. Pouting with disappointment, Illyana struck her fist against the wall and dented the thick metal in front of her. It wasn't fair! She still wanted more. Breathing hard and still hearing the booming thump of her heart in her ears, she quickly remembered the meeting in the cerebro chamber and created a portal to re-enter it, the moment she stepped in, she disappeared.