Getting caught!

Back in Krakoa, the sun was barely up when Raven stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, inspecting the most recent changes to her body after her and Irene’s little nightly affairs. She had doubled in mass from digesting the boy, and it showed prominently on her figure. Over 200 pounds of excess had been digested overnight and was now evenly distributed over her formerly lithe and athletic frame. Long-toned legs were now bloated and robust into cankles and thunder thighs, tapered by a shelf of an ass that stood out almost a foot behind her.

Her backside had grown generous, as had her formally smooth and flat stomach, now a heavy paunch that drooped low, cradled by her hands. Her chest had ballooned into a pair of ripe melons that stood full and heavy, resting atop her stomach. Her shoulders and arms were now pudgy, and her face rounded and soft as she frowned back at her reflection. Coming up from behind, Irene rested her chin over Raven’s shoulder with a grin, looking back at the reflection with her own eyes.

“You look like a stuffed pig who found the granary door left open at the farm and ate all the blueberries inside.”

“He certainly didn’t taste like blueberries.” Snorted Mystique as she turned to give her side profile a look and frowned more deeply. “More like stale beer and pigs in a blanket with nachos.”

“Hmm… Same difference love.” Irene smirked. “All that’s missing are the floppy ears and curly tail just above your rump.”

Raven laughed, low and satisfied, then spun and pinned her wife to the wall for a kiss. “Oink, oink!”

Sharing in a laugh, both women began making out, and the two lovers got tangled up together as they felt up each other’s bodies. Irene grabs handfuls of Raven’s bulk and rolls with a moan in Raven’s mouth. Their tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths as they rolled and traded places, pinning and being pinned against the wall of the shared bathroom.

“Shame I can’t… shed any of this… Otherwise, I’ll be waddling around the island like a…”

Breathing in sharply, Raven focused on the extra mass she had claimed from the arrogant boy the other night. She imagined herself lean and thin again, stronger, more commanding. Her centre of gravity shifted as the fat across her body was reshaped — soft bulk condensing and stretching upward. Softness melted, giving way to firm skin and toned muscles. When she opened her eyes, she stood more than a foot taller than Irene, her figure returned to its athletic, lean perfection, now crowned with commanding height and presence.

“Well, now this is interesting.” Mystique smiled, giving herself a feel as she stretched and flexed. Gone were the rolls that hung from her stomach and waist. The slack fat hanging off her arms was gone, replaced with toned muscles and firm blue skin. “Good to see my girlish figure again.”

“At the cost of having to duck to get out of the door.” Snorted Destiny as she crossed her arms and shook he head. “I’ve heard on the grapevine that Krakoa is doing tryouts for women’s basketball; perhaps you might have a chance to enroll.”

Both women giggled at Destiny’s jab at Mystique’s new size, chuckling for a good minute until a third voice joined in the laugh. Coming from the front door.

There, Emma Frost stood in a pristine white pantsuit, her hand at the door while the other covered her laughter with the back of her gloved hand. When she stopped, her leer was cold as ice as she watched both women separate and assume a more modest appearance. Mystique manifested her white loincloth and matching thigh-high boots with gloves. While Destiny assumed the same form she had taken at yesterday's meeting, she retained her lover's blue skin and red hair as a gesture of solidarity. Now that their little secret was discovered.

“Well, well, WELL,” Emma spoke in mock surprise, taking a step forward with an exaggerated sway of her hips, her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she closed the door behind her.

“I’ve heard of couples sharing hobbies, but this takes things to a whole new ****… Explain. Now.”

Raven released Irene and turned, still towering, as she rested her hands at her sides and smiled. She had rehearsed this moment with Destiny’s foresight several times when she peered through the threads of time. She checked again and again as she chose the right words to explain themselves in this moment.

“Explain? It’s very simple.” Mystique’s smile was almost devilish. “Our former mad scientist had a backup plan stowed away in a drawer in his desk. JUST in case shit ever hit the fan. Like any good opportunist, I took it for myself. As you can see…” She purred, giving a spin on the spot to show off her 7'4 " height and perfect figure. “It has a lot to offer.”

Taking a slow look around Mystique and Destiny’s home, she could make out over a dozen red-haired, blue-skinned children hiding from her behind furniture and doorways like skittish animals. Then her attention fell back on the two women in front of her, and instantly she took on her diamond complexion.

“I’m sure it does… Are you threatening to open up a daycare? Or a whorehouse?”

“Darling, I’m offering a new future. Think of it, no more playing second fiddle to Xavier’s dream. No more pretending we’re noble when we’re gods. Join us, Emma. If you do, you can have what WE have.”

Emma’s diamond lips pursed as she fell into deep thought. Curiosity, ambition, and something darker warred across her face. Crossing her arms and shifting her stance with a swivel of her hip, her glassy eyes narrowed. “And how pray tell can you give me what you have… Depending on what you actually have, that is, besides a faulty thyroid and uncontrollable libido.”

Smiling, Mystique extended a finger and brought it to her mouth. There, she let her teeth grow fanged and razor sharp, and intentionally bit the tip of her finger hard enough to draw blood, then offered it towards Emma.

“Drink it. All it takes is a single drop, and you’ll be stronger than you’ve ever been in your entire life. You’ll never know exhaustion, you’ll never know frailty. Forget the diamond façade, you can assume any form you want, any clothing, any hair, any body type. You’ll be perfect. Perfect like we are.”

Emma hesitated briefly, contemplating the offer. She then transformed from a living diamond back into flesh, taking a steady step forward. Leaning in, she licked the blood from Mystique’s extended finger. The transformation struck her suddenly—Raven’s shapeshifting power surged through her veins: increased strength, hunger, and vitality. It ignited inside her like a blazing fire and raged like an inferno! Emma gasped as her body shimmered, shifting between pale white and blue-skinned perfection, her eyes widening with raw power as they changed from icy blue to reptilian yellow. For three glorious minutes, she indulged—morphing her skin tones, laughing, and touching herself as her skin settled into a deep ocean blue and her hair into a dark crimson. It was mesmerizing.

Once stabilized, Emma examined herself, peeling back her glove to reveal her blue skin beneath. She admired her meticulously manicured fingers as she concentrated, her nails growing long and changing colour as if she’d just been to a nail salon. Then they reverted to their original state. With a flick of her wrist, her hand transformed into a razor-sharp talon over two feet long, playfully scratching the wallpaper of the front door hallway and grinning at her ease in doing so. Another flick, and her hand returned to normal—blue skin and icy nails restored.

“Mmm… And to think Sinister was keeping this ALL to himself. I’m rather disappointed in his secrecy. But at least his secrets are safe with us… Now that he’s rotting in the pit at the heart of Krakoa.”

“Couldn’t have happened to a better monster.” Irene purred out a chuckle, one shared by the other two women as Emma began to undress. Peeling off her unneeded clothes, she could now assume the appearance of any attire she wanted.

The moment the last piece of her attire was pulled loose and flicked across the hallway, Emma concentrated, and her skin changed to match the white pantsuit she wore when she arrived: heels and all. Turning and posing as she looked down at herself, Emma now stood with the two women, her skin an ocean blue again as she smirked back at them.

“So… What do you ladies do this early in the morning?” Emma grinned with a raised eyebrow. “Besides fishing for oysters, I mean.”