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Post by Kappa on Jul 7, 2022 3:28:09 GMT
It was a fight Emma Frost, 200 pounds of experience, simply could not win.
A fight between what she knew was true and what is now true.
Her body fattened, her body aged, Emma Frost sits in her office, the owner of a dingy little grease trap in Upstate New York.
FROST BURGER.
"This is horrible." Emma, dressed in a corporate casual blue collared shirt, white stripes to help aid her ample figure, sits at her desk, her belly rolls eating the mahogany wood in a humiliating sight.
As she grunts loudly, her eyes focus on the clock.
At 8 sharp, she'll have to have a chat with the morning manager...
- Kitty Pryde, a zit face geek obsessed with everything nerd
-Charlie Xavier, a bimbo slut who got the job cause she has a great tongue.
-Jean Summers, a very pregnant redhead
-Suggestions
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Post by phoenix10 on Jul 7, 2022 22:52:25 GMT
Jean Summers ❤️
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Post by Kappa on Jul 8, 2022 2:20:44 GMT
"Morning, boss." A Pregnant Redhead, hips wide, belly round, breast drooping down heavily with milk, wrapped loose in a green maternity dress, hair in a tight bun, enters Emma's office with deep bags under her eyes.
"Rough night?" Emma makes small talk as Jean closes the door and sits her big, fat rear on Emma's tacky blue couch. To her left, a water cooler, to her right, a cabinet with time cards and incident reports.
Emma can't help but feel strange with this particular version of Jean. She hated her Jean more than anyone else... yet, this Jean, Mrs Jean Summers...
"Rachel and Madeleine are home with the flu." Jean sighs. "And Scott, the pig, is on another business trip."
"Right, a business trip!" Emma chuckles, her gut a wave of cellulite.
"I'm sorry, but can I go home early today?"
"Jean, you should be on maternity leave as it is." Emma shakes her head.
"Like you can run this dump without me!" Jean smirks, emphasizing the wrinkles around her thinned lips.
Emma sighs. That Jean... why... why doesn't Emma hate her?!
"Okay, so we're officially no longer selling the bacon wrapped chipotle dogs today. Okay?" Emma raises a puzzled brow.
"Okay."
"Okay you won't let Charlie or Lola or Kitty make them, or, okay, you're not going to listen to me?"
"... Okay." Jean smiles.
Emma once again sighs. Seriously, she should hate someone like this!
"Look, just..."
-"Let me massage your belly with coconut oil and the get your fat ass on the grill!"
-"Promise me you won't like Charlie and Lolly come in today high. AGAIN."
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jul 8, 2022 16:29:07 GMT
Emma had no idea what possessed her to say such a sexually loaded statement to Jean. If she were in her own reality, she'd have rather died than say something like that to Jean cocky-bitch Grey. But in this reality...things were different. Very different.
"Get out the oil, Emmy-Bear!" Jean chirped as she slammed the office door shut and locked it. "The lunch rush will be here soon."
Emma instinctively opened the lowest drawer on her desk, grunting as she did it. Her big belly got in the way constantly but she was learning to navigate with it. Even if the voice inside her head was screaming that she was supposed to have lean, toned abs.
As Emma slathered up her pudgy hands with sweet smelling oil, her mind began to soak up new memories from this reality. She hired Jean years ago, back when she was pregnant with kid number one. Emma found her attractive right off the bat but she kept her distance. Until one day Jean came into her office crying about her deadbeat husband. She'd found evidence that he was cheating on her. That was the final nail in the coffin. Emma took her opportunity and kissed the woman. From then on out, Jean and Emma had casual, satisfying sex whenever they had the chance. Jean had no plans to leave Scott. Emma had no plans to settle down with a woman. But they enjoyed their time together.
The thought made the trapped Emma gag.
Jean sat down on Emma's desk, causing the cheap clap board to groan. She pulled up her maternity dress and bit her lip. She was technically going through a geriatric pregnancy and it showed. Her belly was massive and hanging low. It was covered in stretch marks from many past pregnancies and her breasts were overflowing her nursing bra. Her milk had come in much earlier than it had in the past -- a fact that Emma very much appreciated. She loved nursing at her redhead's tit.
"I want your hands all over me," Jean moaned as Emma splayed her fatty digits across the acres of smooth skin. The second she did, she felt her pussy dampen with arousal. Was this really turning her on?! Rubbing Jean Grey's pregnant belly?! It was disturbing no doubt but Emma didn't have much time to contemplate it...
- Jean makes Emma eat her out - Emma gets a phone call - Kitty knocks on the door
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Post by Kappa on Jul 8, 2022 22:37:23 GMT
"Like, Ms Frost, um.... am I working today?" A Ditzy Voice asks over the phone.
Emma sighs, grunting softly, looking at her lover, she mouths the word, LOLLY.
Lola Logan, 18 years old, a high school dropout, a bimbo obsessed with cosplay, a tiny ditz with big tits, a squeaky voice, and an absolute pain in Emma's big, fat ass!
"What's today?" Emma inquires.
"Tuesday?"
"No, it's Wednesday, sweetie." Emma sighs as Jean giggles. She can't help but think of Lolly Pop as one of her kids. She's so sweet and cuddly! "Do you work Wednesdays?"
"Yes." Lolly responds.
"Good, now, get here before you're late." Emma insists.
The phone hangs up, Emma shakes her head.
"I was planning on eating your ass today." Emma frowns. "But I have a migraine now."
Jean pouts. Emma and her migraines!
"It's for the best." Emma shrugs her spongy shoulders. "Get to work, the only one on the grill right now is..."
-A Nerdy Kitty Pryde
-A Goth Kitty Pryde
-A Senior Citizen Kitty Pryde
-Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jul 11, 2022 6:00:08 GMT
Goth Kitty
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