Growing Pains

Waddling through the brush and tree line of her temporary lair, Mystique picked her teeth with her clawed fingers and smiled to herself when she leaned against a tree and caused it to creak and bend to the **** of her mass. Drumming her fingers over the slope of her full and bloated stomach, Mystique closed her eyes and sighed… Before giving off an Earth-shaking belch that scared the birds out of the trees. For two days she and her ‘friends’ had been going full hog on anything they could get their hands on. A food truck that took a wrong turn on the freeway, a campsite that didn’t come back after a ‘walk in the woods’, a herd of cows grazing JUST a bit too close to the trees. She ate them all. And she loved every bit of it. They were all terrified of her when she stormed out of the trees like some tyrannosaurus and scooped them all up in her claws, even the driver to the food truck begged for his life, telling her she could take whatever she wanted… And how right he was. She was powerful now, mighty, an apex predator. And soon everyone was going to know it too.

“Save any for the rest of us?”

Opening her eyes, Mystique smiled back at the other three that made up her little pack. Three of the most powerful women in the Avengers, now massive, swollen, and monstrous like she was. Their minds taken over by a link with her subconscious. Now they were extensions of her lustful and gluttonous personality. ‘Sisters’ in a way, the more they had eaten, the more like her they became. The former She-Hulk stood with a clawed hand to her wide hip in a pose Mystique had made hundreds of times before when she wanted something from her subordinates, her chin up imperiously and idly scratching an itch in her collar bone. Stepping away from the tree, the gigantic blue lizard woman shrugged her shoulders with a smirk and tossed her long red hair with a flick of her clawed hand. “Sorry Green… Finder’s keepers.”

“Yeah Green, maybe next time you should follow us instead of waiting for food to show up.” Scarlet Witch purred, rubbing her own bloated stomach, and swishing her tail behind her like a bored cat.

“Fuck OFF Red, I’m not as fast as I used to be, not after I ate all those horses off that farm yesterday.” Scoffed the green reptilian monster, slapping her large rear to accentuate just how much weight and mass she and the others had accumulated. “Hell, they came right up to me… As if they knew perfection when they saw it.” Chuckled Jen, raising her arms over her head to show off her curves and muscles.

“You want to talk about perfection then you should take pointers from ME Green, I’m the ideal.” Laughed Carol, smiling a toothy grin and tossing her long blonde hair out of her horns.

“Ladies… If you want to learn from the ideal, look to the original.” Clenching her fists and closing her eyes, Mystique breathed in sharply and began to shift her newly added mass. Before everyone’s eye her bloated stomach began to diminish in size, shrinking back into herself. But her mass was not disappearing. Instead, all her digested food, now turned to fat was being redistributed across her entire body. Her arms and legs grew stronger, more muscular by the second, bulging with renewed power across her burgeoning frame. Her tail grew longer, becoming thick with corded muscle. Her breasts swelled larger, fuller and firmer when her stomach was no longer round and ponderous. Her face twitched and winced as her horns became more pronounced, becoming longer, heavier and curved. Spines jutted down her back to line all the way down her tail and the rough scales on her shoulders and thighs grew craggier and rougher like the hide of a crocodile. Shaking her head and shivering with pleasure, Mystique swooned and tossed her long red hair down her shoulder and back, looking down with a fanged and toothy grin down at her three subordinates.

She had to have grown more than ten feet taller, but even so her stomach had not completely flattened, a paunch still present in her abdomen, with her current meal she had yet to digest. “THIS is the standard to follow ladies.” Mystique chuckled with a deeper voice, her hands at her wider hips and posing before them.

Looking at each other, the trio closed their eyes and willed their added mass to do the same. One by one the three bloated she-kaiju diminished in fat, and grew taller, stronger, and more voluptuous by the second. Their bodies shifting to accommodate the newly added muscle and curves while their bones grew and changed. By the time they were done, they were all roughly the same size and height. Now towering 60 feet tall and several tons, the quartet of kaiju looked down at their taller frames with a collective grin. Looking down at her larger frame and hefting the mass of her two breasts, Carol smiled until her claws roamed down to her stomach and found that she still had a prominent gut. “Hey… Why can’t I get any bigger?”

“Looks like you have to wait another thirty minutes before you start flexing Blondie.” Laughed Jen, posing with a hand at her hip and flexing her larger arm. But she too still had a large full stomach that had yet to finish digesting.

“Well THAT’s not fair, I want to be bigger!”

Admiring her own changes, Wanda raised her chin in thought. “Maybe I can help with that.” Swirling her hands in front of her, arcane energies bloomed from her clawed fingertips, becoming crude patterns in the air. “THIS body can do some magic… Let us see what happens when I add a little razzle dazzle to speed things up.” With a flash of crimson light that passed through the four of them, Red looked around and shivered when she felt the magic she cast take effect. “Oooh, I LOVE that feeling.” She purred, feeling her stomach deflate until she now had flat abdominal muscles. The same happened with the others, their own meals finally digesting in seconds and letting them finally use their gained mass.

“Hmmm, I like what I see Red, well done. I wonder how fast I can digest when I eat an entire busload of… Oooh!” Shivering with pleasure, Mystique bit her lip when she felt a warmth bloom in her loins, making her nipples go stiff with arousal.

Swooning and gasping, the others felt the same pleasant sensation course through them, moaning as they felt up their curves and gasped at how sensitive they quickly became. Stepping back and leaning against the tree again, Mystique husked and panted, shifting her tail out of the way just right so she could grind her pussy against the tree trunk. Tossing her hair, Raven moaned out loud, sweat running down her neck as she twerked her wide hips. But then she felt something change. Letting her hands roam down the slopes of her massive breasts, she meant to trail lower still to her nethers when she found her stomach had begun to bloat up again. “Wha…” Flushed and aroused, she pressed her hands against her stomach, breathing hard when she found her fingers being pushed further apart from what was growing inside of her. Looking up to the others, she found them in the same state. Drunk with arousal as their bellies grew full and round all over again. Green was on her side cradling her growing middle and hefting one of her tits to pinch at her nipple. Red was on her back squirming and Blondie was on all fours, twerking her hips and ass to an invisible lover while her stomach grew to touch the grassy earth. Very quickly her belly had swollen almost back to its original size and volume when she started but was solid and firm instead of soft and pliant. She had no idea what was going on until she felt a jolt of movement inside her.

Gasping, she let her clawed hands roam over the growing surface of her belly to find the source of the kick, then another, and another. Her eyes going wide, her belly was now a storm of activity that grew along with her waistline. Breathing hard she leaned back and bit her lip when she felt her breasts grow heavy, her nipples becoming stiff and thick before dripping thick cream from her wide, darkening areolas. Leaning more heavily against the redwood tree, Mystique keened and moaned out loud. Months worth of pregnancy hormones flooded her body and mind, giving her a pleasure high as she orgasmed again and again, dripping fluids down the bark of the redwood tree she ground back against. Squeezing her nipples, and hefting them up to her fanged lips, she licked and sucked on her own milk while she felt her thighs widen. With bellowing roar, she came hard, followed swiftly with her water breaking.

Staggering away from the tree, Mystique squatted down to her knees and lolled her mouth open, panting as the erotic pleasure had quickly degenerated into painful muscle contractions. Gritting her teeth and groaning from the tension, she could already feel her first born crown at her stretched pussy lips and pushed. Looking up she found Jen, Carol and Wanda go into labour soon afterwards, joining her in her pain filled cries giving birth. “Augh… Feels like I’m getting fucked by a fire hydrant… So tight… So painful… So good….” When her first born finally squirmed free from her, Mystique shivered, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm crashed through her body, the process repeating itself when she felt her next unborn take its place, wanting to be born. One by one, the four gave birth in the forests, scaring off everything for miles as their grunts, growls and roars echoed off the tree line. “Rrraaaaaaaargh! YES! Hnnnnnngh…. Another! ANOTHER! AnnnnnooooooaAAAGH!”

“Yes! More… Hnnnnngh… So painful… But… ‘pant’… Don’t Care… MoooAAAARGH! Gritting her fanged teeth, Jen winced as her second born was pushed out. Wanda was on her back, licking at her spurting nipples while her legs were spread, labour all but consuming her thoughts as her pussy crowned and her hips twerked to push out her third child in her litter.

Reduced to grunts and growls, Mystique had gone feral, lost in the throes of labour as her fourth-born crowned at her pussy. Raising her tail high, she roared out loud, as did her sisters when their own brood were pushed out of them. Fluttering her eyes, they were glazed over with overstimulation. A pool of mother’s milk forming under her massive chest to accommodate the demands of her litter. Behind her she could hear her three newborns cry out, just as their sibling crowned at her pussy, demanding to be born. With another feral cry, Raven pushed. When it was all over, Mystique rolled onto her side and breathed heavily in exhaustion. Looking down to her legs and tail she found four newborn zillas flailing out their hands and crying for their mother. Still driven by hormones, she pulled them all close to her and nestled them in front of her leaking breasts. She felt so alive, so primal… So exhausted. When her eyes closed, the fanged smile she sported never left her lips.