Xavier finds Rogue in the lab with his telepathy.
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
gorel29
The lab looked like a stampede had ran though it. Tables and chairs were broken and ruined on the floor, along with glass vials and containers that had been smashed and broken on impact. Sparks flew from a broken overhead light and the cracked screen of the computer desk continued to blip out broken data.
At the center of it all Rogue laid on her back while a drooling Beast plowed into her, her one leg wrapped around his waist while the other was hoisted over his shoulder. When she had taken hold of his mind she had done a number on his wits, reducing him to an animal in the rut, the pair had done it in almost every position and corner of the lab. Breaking everything in the process.
“THAT’S IT! More, harder, HARDER!” Crying out at the top of her lungs, she could feel Beast plumb deeper into her womanly depths, grunting with effort and damp with sweat. Unable to stop yet unable to keep going, Hank looked at the brink of exhaustion, panting for air before tensing up and groaning out when Rogue’s pussy clenched around his cock. “YEEEEEeesssssss…..” Both sharing an explosive orgasm, Beast finally had too much and passed out right on top of Rogue’s stomach and tits. Panting and sweating herself Rogue hummed and moaned in post coital bliss, still half drunk with lust squirming on the floor. A low growl filled the lab and Rogue smirked, giggling to herself while she panted with air.
“Guess ol that exercise made me peckish…” Playfully petting Hank’s hair with her fingers she slowly pulled him up her stomach and bust, licking her lips before opening her mouth wide. “Why not have a snack…” Wrapping her mouth around his head, Rogue began the slow process of pulling him down her throat. Her neck bulged wider the further Beast went down, her green lips stretching impossibly wide to swallow what had to be the biggest meal she had eaten yet. When his clawed toes passed her lips, the rest of the day’s events had finally caught up to her and she passed out on the floor, her meal bulging her stomach out like an orb just before sleep claimed her.
Hours had passed, with Rogue slowly opening her eyes, stirring awake after what felt like a weird dream. Rolling onto her side she went to scratch an itch behind her ear, stopping instantly when her hand felt shaggy fur. “What the…” Bringing her arm up to her face she found her skin covered in thick blue fur, her fingers sporting black clawed finger nails that looked sharp as razors. Looking down she found herself completely covered in blue fur from head to toe, her feet sporting the same claws as her hands. Rolling up to a sitting position she managed to lift herself up to her feet, wavering slightly when her now larger stomach nearly sent her falling forward.
“Aww come ON!”
Turning around she looked at her reflection through the polished metal of the wall, leaning closer to get a better look at her face. Her ears were now pointed, her nose the only bare bit of skin on her face, which looked more at home on the snout of a bear or lion. Stepping back with her feet pads thumping heavily, Rogue looked like some big, fat, blue grizzly bear. “How did this happen?! All ah did was come in here to ask Beast for help and… He DID smell pretty good.” Trying to remember back she grimaced when she remembered being drunk with arousal and practically pouncing on her former friend… Then eating him “Ah can’t believe it, ah got Wolvie’s senses and it turns me into a nympho? Logan wasn’t a skirt chaser!... Except when he was chasin Jean around, or that time with Storm, and Psylock, and… And… AH FUCK ME!”
Slamming her fist against the table nearby, Rogue left behind a nasty dent. Whatever she could do to hide her situation it was practically impossible now. Close to 800 pounds and looking like the cookie monster after he ate the bakery, Rogue stressed and worried what her next step should be. “How can this get any worse?”
And just like that Rogue felt Xavier’s voice in her head. “Rogue? This is Charles, I’ve been having a conversation with Miss Kincaid and well, it seems she found you in worse straights, mind telling me more?”
“Uhm… Ah’ve just been under the weather after that ol’ Toad gave me green skin is all.” With her new telepathic powers, she tried to keep the memories of just about everything she had been doing hidden from the professor. For a moment, there was silence before she felt his voice again in her head. “Very well, by the way, I’ve noticed that some of our staff are missing, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
“No, apart from Mercury and Beast ah’ve not bumped into anyone else.” Again, keeping her memories hidden she waited for the professor to respond. “Very well then, I’ll head down to cerebro to get a better chance at finding them.”
Going blank, Rogue worried. Shifting back and forth and biting her thumb, the gigantic furry woman thought about what she could do to fix it, that is if she COULD!
At the center of it all Rogue laid on her back while a drooling Beast plowed into her, her one leg wrapped around his waist while the other was hoisted over his shoulder. When she had taken hold of his mind she had done a number on his wits, reducing him to an animal in the rut, the pair had done it in almost every position and corner of the lab. Breaking everything in the process.
“THAT’S IT! More, harder, HARDER!” Crying out at the top of her lungs, she could feel Beast plumb deeper into her womanly depths, grunting with effort and damp with sweat. Unable to stop yet unable to keep going, Hank looked at the brink of exhaustion, panting for air before tensing up and groaning out when Rogue’s pussy clenched around his cock. “YEEEEEeesssssss…..” Both sharing an explosive orgasm, Beast finally had too much and passed out right on top of Rogue’s stomach and tits. Panting and sweating herself Rogue hummed and moaned in post coital bliss, still half drunk with lust squirming on the floor. A low growl filled the lab and Rogue smirked, giggling to herself while she panted with air.
“Guess ol that exercise made me peckish…” Playfully petting Hank’s hair with her fingers she slowly pulled him up her stomach and bust, licking her lips before opening her mouth wide. “Why not have a snack…” Wrapping her mouth around his head, Rogue began the slow process of pulling him down her throat. Her neck bulged wider the further Beast went down, her green lips stretching impossibly wide to swallow what had to be the biggest meal she had eaten yet. When his clawed toes passed her lips, the rest of the day’s events had finally caught up to her and she passed out on the floor, her meal bulging her stomach out like an orb just before sleep claimed her.
Hours had passed, with Rogue slowly opening her eyes, stirring awake after what felt like a weird dream. Rolling onto her side she went to scratch an itch behind her ear, stopping instantly when her hand felt shaggy fur. “What the…” Bringing her arm up to her face she found her skin covered in thick blue fur, her fingers sporting black clawed finger nails that looked sharp as razors. Looking down she found herself completely covered in blue fur from head to toe, her feet sporting the same claws as her hands. Rolling up to a sitting position she managed to lift herself up to her feet, wavering slightly when her now larger stomach nearly sent her falling forward.
“Aww come ON!”
Turning around she looked at her reflection through the polished metal of the wall, leaning closer to get a better look at her face. Her ears were now pointed, her nose the only bare bit of skin on her face, which looked more at home on the snout of a bear or lion. Stepping back with her feet pads thumping heavily, Rogue looked like some big, fat, blue grizzly bear. “How did this happen?! All ah did was come in here to ask Beast for help and… He DID smell pretty good.” Trying to remember back she grimaced when she remembered being drunk with arousal and practically pouncing on her former friend… Then eating him “Ah can’t believe it, ah got Wolvie’s senses and it turns me into a nympho? Logan wasn’t a skirt chaser!... Except when he was chasin Jean around, or that time with Storm, and Psylock, and… And… AH FUCK ME!”
Slamming her fist against the table nearby, Rogue left behind a nasty dent. Whatever she could do to hide her situation it was practically impossible now. Close to 800 pounds and looking like the cookie monster after he ate the bakery, Rogue stressed and worried what her next step should be. “How can this get any worse?”
And just like that Rogue felt Xavier’s voice in her head. “Rogue? This is Charles, I’ve been having a conversation with Miss Kincaid and well, it seems she found you in worse straights, mind telling me more?”
“Uhm… Ah’ve just been under the weather after that ol’ Toad gave me green skin is all.” With her new telepathic powers, she tried to keep the memories of just about everything she had been doing hidden from the professor. For a moment, there was silence before she felt his voice again in her head. “Very well, by the way, I’ve noticed that some of our staff are missing, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
“No, apart from Mercury and Beast ah’ve not bumped into anyone else.” Again, keeping her memories hidden she waited for the professor to respond. “Very well then, I’ll head down to cerebro to get a better chance at finding them.”
Going blank, Rogue worried. Shifting back and forth and biting her thumb, the gigantic furry woman thought about what she could do to fix it, that is if she COULD!
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