Hungry like the wolf

That night, the two huntresses chose a different playground: a loud, neon-drenched fraternity house just off a Manhattan campus. Disguised as busty, giggling cheerleaders, the couple made their way down the quad in tight crop tops that barely contained their heavy breasts, micro skirts that flashed bare ass with every step, and high ponytails bouncing—they crashed the keg party of the loudest and busiest fraternity house there like a pair of walking wet dreams on a Friday night.

The moment they stepped inside and got a crowd of horny cheers from the college football players, the party was theirs. Music throbbed. Bodies pressed close. Cheap beer and hormones hung thick in the air as they moved from one hot body to the next. And they were ravenous! They picked at the snack table and keg nearby like they hadn’t eaten or drank in days. But even then, there were other things that they wanted to slake their appetites with.

Raven and Irene moved through the crowd like sharks, laughing and flirting, letting eager hands roam just enough to keep the boys hooked and wanting, and teasing them into following them into private rooms or narrow hallways for private fun. Within an hour, the entire house pulsed with raw, drunken lust. Raven rode one cock after another on the sticky couch in the living room, laughing breathlessly as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her enhanced body. Irene directed the rest with cool, velvet commands, legs wrapped around a nervous sophomore while her fingers stroked another boy’s throat, guiding him exactly where she wanted him.

Then one arrogant frat boy—tall, broad-shouldered, drunk on beer and his own ego—pushed too far.

He grabbed Raven’s hips mid-thrust, slamming up into her with bruising **** while she straddled him on the floor. His breath was hot and sour against her ear as he growled, “Fuck yeah, take it, you blonde bitch. Gonna break you when I’m done—”

Raven’s emerald eyes flashed yellow beneath the cheerleader disguise. Her sultry smile twisted into something feral. She saw this event play out in a dozen different ways, and it enthralled her to have reached this moment. How did Irene avoid being this excited when events came together like this? She would never know.

Breathing hard and smiling so wide her lips threatening to split ear to ear, in one fluid motion, she let her jaw unhinge, her shapeshifting powers making it effortless. The boy barely had time to register the horror on his face before her mouth engulfed his head and shoulders. His cock was still buried deep inside her pussy as her throat rippled and stretched impossibly wide. A wet, powerful gulp pulled him deeper. His arms flailed uselessly against her expanding cheeks and neck while the rest of the party—too drunk or distracted—failed to notice the impossible scene unfolding in their midst.

Mystique moaned around her living meal, the sensation of a full-grown man sliding down her gullet while she continued to grind on the lower half of his body, sending electric pleasure through every nerve. Another powerful swallow took his chest. His muffled screams vibrated deliciously against her insides. She felt his legs kick wildly outside her lips as her belly began to balloon outward, stretching around the squirming bulk.

Irene watched the whole thing with gleaming, wide yellow eyes, one hand lazily stroking the cock of the boy she brought to climax seconds ago and had passed out from exhaustion and inebriation.

With a final, wet glurk, Mystique swallowed the last of him. His feet disappeared between her lips with a satisfied sigh. Her cheerleader disguise flickered and vanished as her true blue form reasserted itself, now grotesquely swollen. Her stomach was a massive, churning orb that rested heavily on the floor between her spread thighs, the faint outline of the frat boy’s struggling limbs visible beneath taut blue skin. She came hard around the memory of his cock, multiple orgasms crashing through her as her body began the rapid work of digestion.

The serum’s metabolism kicked in instantly. She felt him thrashing, weakening, softening… then breaking down into nothing but fuel. Leaning against the wall, Raven groaned as she slowly slid down to the carpeted floor, rubbing circles around her overstretched, overstuffed stomach in contentment. She never felt more sated since she took the serum a week ago.

Irene stepped close, pressing a hand against the heavy, softening swell. “Feeling full, love?”

“Fuller than I’ve been in decades,” Raven grinned, voice husky with fatigue and satisfaction. She gave her newly expanded stomach a playful slap, watching it jiggle and churn. “Let’s go home before someone realizes he’s gone.”

Helping the woman up, Irene guided her out the back door of the fraternity, where Mystique put on her disguise once again. No one questioned the pair of cheerleaders making their way through the streets at 2 AM, or how one of them had a beach ball for a stomach that hung heavily from her, or how wild the parties got. Who would believe them?