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Post by Kappa on Sept 18, 2022 21:27:27 GMT
THIS: Emma Frost and Jean Grey
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THAT: Iron Man and Captain America
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 19, 2022 12:51:21 GMT
Welp, you know who I'm going to pick...
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Post by Kappa on Sept 20, 2022 17:55:45 GMT
Our story begins, awkwardly enough, the night after Jean Grey caught her husband in bed with Emma Frost.
Perfect timing, Charles needed the pair out on a mission to find a little girl in M-Town. A mission, unfortunately, Emma was not able to get out of!
"This place is a dump." Emma complains as they walk the dirty streets of a mutant haven in New York City.
"Good, you fit right in." Jean says coldly.
Emma takes the insult without saying a quip back. It's literally been less than 24 hours since that redhead caught her in the act. If anything, as long as it's not physical, Emma will take any jab Jean musters.
"... I could leave." Emma points out. "I'm sure only one of us is necessary to find a child and--"
"Shh." Jean raises a finger coldly.
"What?"
Jean points to a Pizza Arcade called Howard's. The Mascot none other than Howard the Duck.
"You're in luck, Emma, we found her."
"At a knockoff Chuck-E Cheese?" Emma scoffs. "Honestly, children have no taste."
"It's not just children." Jean once again jabs.
Emma is silent, letting Jean enter the establishment first.
"... Bitch." Emma mutters under her breath.
- Jean immediately finds the girl in a booth
- Emma enters the establishment and has a very strange conversation with the staff
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 20, 2022 19:12:59 GMT
Emma enters the establishment and has a very strange conversation with the staff
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Post by Kappa on Sept 21, 2022 6:42:03 GMT
As Emma Frost enters the restaurant, the sounds of children screaming in every single direction, the colors, the smells of cheese and grease wafting in the air, and sad parents everywhere you looked, she couldn't think of a worser place to be at that very moment.
Of course, it got much worse when, out of nowhere, an employee in a green smock appears with a clipboard in hand.
"Mrs Frost?" The Young Woman asks with a chipper smile.
"Ms Frost, actually." Emma blinks erratically, uncomfortable and confused how this random woman knows her name.
"Okay, you're Ms Emma Frost?"
"... Yes?"
The Employee hands Emma the clipboard.
"Sign each page and follow me to the birthday room."
"... Why?"
"... Because your wife and daughter are waiting for you? And we need your signatures. Store Policy. Also, a debit cart to put on file."
Emma raises a puzzled brow.
"I'm not... I don't know what you're talking about. But I don't have a wife and I most certainly do not have a child."
"... Then why did you book a birthday party for your daughter today?"
"I-I didn't." Emma huffs. "Look, I haven't the foggiest idea what's going on. But I'm here to find a missing child and escort her home."
"And you're sure you're not here for a birthday party?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then..."
-"Why are you holding a birthday cake?" -"Why is your daughter holding onto your leg?"
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 21, 2022 14:37:42 GMT
"There isn't a --" Emma looked down and saw a five year old redhead clinging to her left leg for dear life. She had big blue eyes and a spattering of freckles that looked strangely familiar.
"That is your daughter, correct, ma'am?" the girl asked with a raised eyebrow. Emma sighed.
"No, of course I'm not a --"
"MOMMY!" She was interrupted by the little girl's blood curling scream. "Mommy, where is my birthday cake?! You promised me a Peppa Pig cake and I want it NOW!"
"Please sign first," the girl pushed the clipboard into the blonde's hands. Shaken and confused, Emma signed on the dotted line and shoved it back.
"And the card?" The girl asked.
"Just bill Frost Industries," Emma said with a low growl. She gave the girl a harsh look and she promptly skirted away.
Emma knew she had to get away from this place now. Something was dreadfully wrong. But as she took a step, she was instantly reminded of the little brat in tow. She yelped and pulled on Emma's slacks harder.
"Mommy! Where are you going? Are you gonna get my cake?"
"I'm not your mommy and I'm not getting you a damn cake!" Emma replied before giving her foot a prompt stamp, sending the child to the floor in a heap. She began to cry and Emma can't help but feel bad. After all, Rachel may be growing up but she'll always be her baby. Emma blinked. What the hell? Rachel? Baby? What the hell was happening to her?!
- What's Jean up to? - Rachel guides Emma back to the party room
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Post by Kappa on Sept 21, 2022 16:13:15 GMT
As Emma confusingly gets the bill, Jean found herself inside the birthday room.
On a giant stage, she saw an animatronic Howard the Duck with a saxophone. To his left, Rocket Raccoon with a bass guitar, to his right, Cosmo the Space Dog with an electric guitar, and on drums, Groot.
Jean sees a banner which read, "Happy 5th Birthday, Rachel Frost-Grey."
"... Frost-Grey?" Jean looks up puzzled at the hyphen. There's something strange happening here. Nothing at this pizzeria seems normal.
"There you are!" A Pregnant Brunette in red appears out of nowhere.
Jean blinks at the mature beauty with hair in an updo and dress with a purple ribbon around her wide hips.
"... Wanda?"
"... Yeah?" Wanda scowls, showing off wrinkles on her forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Well, we set up the decorations and snack table." Wanda sighs. "You're welcome, Sis."
"... Sis?"
Wanda goes in for a hug, her belly brushing against Jean's far trimmed midsection. Her breasts pillowy milk filled sacks a squishy and soft feel against Jean's shoulders.
- "Honestly, Jean, I'm just as pregnant as you! You should've helped us set up!"
-"Honestly, Jean, if you and Emma are having a fight, we could've had Rachel's party without you two!"
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 21, 2022 17:15:23 GMT
"Pregnant?!" Jean repeated in a small voice. Her hands went to her belly, which just a second ago was flat and muscular -- a byproduct of years in the field as an X-Man. Now, it was anything but fit. With morbid curiosity, Jean ran her hands over her bulbous tummy, taking in its new curves. She was pregnant -- really pregnant!
Sitting down, her belly reached nearly to her knees and she could feel, beneath the fabric of her new green maternity dress, that her belly button was now an "outie". Her breasts, though slightly smaller than Wanda's heaving melons, were still large and matronly in their own right. The heavy-duty nursing bra Jean had one was digging fiercely into her cushiony shoulders, doing its best to hold up her massive mammaries.
Lower down, Jean could tell she had gained a substantial amount of weight, making her a pregnant pear. Her thighs could've taken up two seats and she knew somehow that her ass, when standing, had become a shelf behind her that jiggled and wobbled with ever heavy footfall. Even her ankles had swelled up. Thankfully, her field boots had been replaced with extra wide sandals that felt surprisingly good on her aching feet.
"I'm pregnant too, Missy!" Wanda reminded again with a wag of a finger. "When you're a Mommy already, being pregnant doesn't mean you get to sit around."
Jean felt her baby kick from inside and nearly fainted. Scott had mentioned wanting kids before but she hadn't really thought about it much. She was happy with her life how it was. This -- being fat and pregnant with a five year old -- was an absolute nightmare.
"I...I have to find Emma," Jean said suddenly as she struggled up from the plastic seat. It creaked loudly as she adjusted her bulk. God, she thought to herself, she really had become a big girl! She hoped to god this was all just an allusion!
"I think she was handling the bill," Wanda replied. "I don't want any funny business with you two this year." She got a little closer and lowered her voice. "No you know what in the bathroom!"
Jean's eyes widened. Was she really insinuating...?
"I have to go find her," Jean said again, pushing past the pregnant brunette with her own massive tummy. She had to get out of this nightmare!
- Emma notices a tattoo on her arm - Emma's develops a muffin top - Emma feels a tightness in her panties
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Post by Kappa on Sept 21, 2022 19:09:03 GMT
"Where's my cake?!" Rachel whines while tugging at Emma's top.
They are by the restroom, because Rachel had to go potty, on the other side of the restaurant, far away from the birthday room.
"Where's my cake?!" Rachel once again asks. "Where's my cake?! Where's my cake?! Where's my cake?!"
"Rachel Elizabeth Frost-Grey, you calm down this instant or we are leaving Howard's Pizza Shack!" Emma snaps, finding herself acting very, very motherly.
Rachel's lip quivers, she stomps her feet in a childish tantrum.
"I'm serious, young lady, just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean you can act like a brat!"
"But--"
"You will get the cake later. Cake is at the end of the party. Your party hasn't even started yet!"
"But--"
"Okay, let's go home."
"Noooo!" Rachel screams.
Emma raises her finger, kneeling at eye level with the toddler, noticing, strangely enough, that her groined feels a bit... peculiar.
"Keep acting up and we're leaving." Emma insists.
Rachel pouts.
"... Sorry,"
"Good." Emma hoists her body upwards, grunting in the process. She grabs Rachel's hand, her focus now getting to that god damned birthday room!
Still, she can't help wondering what's wrong with her pants... is there something else between her legs now?!
- Rachel sees her Mama and starts whining about her cake again
- Emma starts getting tattoos
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 21, 2022 20:06:07 GMT
As she walked, Emma continued to feel something strange pressing against her panties. Her underwear and pants felt so...tight. She reached down to readjust and felt the blood rush to her face. Something was definitely very, very wrong down there!
"Mommy?" Rachel asked, looking up at the startled blonde.
"Uh...mommy needs to go to the bathroom," Emma said quickly. She glanced over her shoulder at the bathroom she'd just left. The birthday room was all the way on the other side of the restaurant. She couldn't let little Rachel walk the whole way but she had to see what was going on inside her poor underwear!
Luckily, the same employee who'd had her sign the waiver seemed to notice her distress. "Ma'am? Are you alright?"
"C-can you walk my daughter to the birthday room, please?" Emma asked as she felt the seam of her thong tear. "I'm having a bit of a..."
The employee, who could clearly see the massive bulge pressing against Emma's white leather pants, smiled nervously and nodded. "Um, sure."
She took Rachel's hand while Emma raced back to the ladies room. She ignored the horde of moms changing diapers and quickly locked herself in a stall. Lowering her pants, Emma couldn't keep back a gasp as something she'd never expected to see attached to her own body fell out of her much abused underwear.
She had a penis. And balls. Big ones, at that. She was packing a solid eight inches which was two full inches more than Scott was completely hard. She gripped it in her hand and moaned at the sensation. God, that felt so good! Her thumb slid over the tip and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. No wonder all men wanted was sex. Just her hand felt incredible!
Bending over to pull her pants back up, Emma noticed her outfit had changed. Her tight leather pants had been replaced by dark cargo pants and blue boxers that gave her impressive length plenty of room. She pulled them up and readjusted her package. She'd seen Scott do that before but she never thought she'd be doing it. With what she was packing, she figured she'd have to adjust quite a lot!
For some reason, the sight of her new penis only alarmed Emma for a few minutes. The longer she had it, the more she liked it. It gave her a nice sense of power. And she loved shoving it up that fat redhead's --
She paused in front of the large bathroom mirror. It was smudged with fingerprints and a young girl was splashing water all over the counter. But that wasn't what Emma was looking at. Her gaze was centered on her right arm. There was a full sleeve of blue roses circling her forearm and going all the way up to her shoulder. It didn't look fake and it didn't look new. It looked like she'd had it for a while.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Emma whispered to herself.
- Emma notices more changes - Rachel whines to Jean about cake
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Post by Kappa on Sept 22, 2022 4:37:22 GMT
Jean waddles through the restaurant feeling powerfully winded by what little walking she's done, her massive rear end jiggling like jello left and right, her fatty thighs rubbing against her panties in a rather unpleasant wedgie that simply repeated itself no matter what Jean did.
Jean pauses briefly as she notices an employee with a strangely familiar redheaded child in toe.
"Mama!" Rachel runs up to the rotund Milf.
A wave of hormones course through Jean's fattened body. Her distress simply made Jean feel bad.
She glares at the employee, an intense mama bear, worried her child was treated poorly.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" Jean speaks in a comforting, motherly tone.
"Where's my cake?!" Rachel pouts. "Mommy says I can't see my cake, Mama!"
"Oh, she did?" Jean looks annoyed.
The employee was long gone at this point, fearing the worst from a Karen like Jean.
Unfortunate timing, Emma was out of the bathroom, walking straight towards a fiery rage directed specifically at her.
"... Jean?" Emma's blue eyes widen in surprise. She couldn't be more shocked at what happened to her body so briefly... yet... why did she look so... attractive?!
- Jean goes off on Emma for making Rachel cry
- Emma grows a beer gut
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 22, 2022 13:12:53 GMT
"Jean...? Is that you?" Emma said in a quiet voice as she took in the fattened milf standing in front of her. It looked like Jean -- in the face -- and her hair was the same vibrant red but the rest of her was unrecognizable. Everything was so...big! From her milk bloated breasts to her baby filled belly to her much enlarged rear end. And just the sight of it, for some reason, got Emma's wood hardening fast!
"Who else would it be?" Jean snipped. "Is it true you told Rachel she couldn't see her cake? Because she most certainly can."
Emma looked at the redhead strangely. "Jean, what the hell are you --"
Jean slapped her hands over Rachel's ears. "NO cursing, Emmy-Bear!"
Emma put her hands up in surrender and noticed that the tattoos on her arms had bled down to her hands. She had "Frost Bitch" across her knuckles. A fact that, for some reason, she knew Jean hated. But she'd gotten it when she was playing guitar for a punk band -- years before she settled in suburbia.
Emma shook her head. That wasn't right. She was Emma Frost -- a member of the X-Men. Right? But...what was the X-Men?
"We need to get back to the party," Jean said, sticking out a hand for Emma to grab. "While you were away, I was having to help Wanda set up. I'm way too pregnant to be doing that!"
Emma rolled her eyes again but nodded. "I know, I know."
- Emma gains a beer gut - Emma gains some piercings - Jean sinks deeper into this reality
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Post by Kappa on Sept 22, 2022 14:26:50 GMT
"Why can't Rachel see her cake? She just wants to see it." Jean questions with her hand locked with Emma's.
Emma, an annoyed look on her face, is oblivious to a hook popped onto her lower lip.
Jean notices this, for a brief second, is surprised, yet, at an even faster rate, sees it as yet a normal part of her partner's look.
"You did bring the cake, right?" Jean questions as Emma's left brow gains three piercings.
"Yes, dear." Emma responds quickly.
"Okay, then what's the big deal? Why did you have to upset her like that? It's just a cake."
Emma, cringing slightly, her left ear now with a blue plug, a big, round piercings dangling against her tatted neck, can now recall a similar incident at Rachel's 4th birthday. An early look at her cake was also an early slice!
"Can we not rehash this fight?" Emma asks. "Let's just go to the birthday room and--"
Jean stops, Emma forward, unaware of a chain on her right ear, highlighted with huge right side of her head shaved.
"Did you bring the cake?" Jean glares.
"Yes."
"Well, wear is it?"
"...In the kitchen." Emma answers.
"Why is it there?"
"Because it's an ice cream cake."
The couple look at each other, both very much stuck in this new reality where it's their 5 year old's birthday.
- Jean takes Rachel to the kitchen -Emma convinces Jean to wait for the end of the party
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 22, 2022 17:59:47 GMT
"You remember what happened last time," Emma warned. "Please, Jean, let's just enjoy the party, okay?"
Jean looked up at her life partner -- a punk rocker turned Mommy -- and frowned. "Fine..."
Emma breathed a sigh of relief and ran a tatted hand through her shaved pixie cut. She couldn't believe she'd managed to dodge that bullet. Her wife could be a real piece of work. Emma was definitely the only woman who could keep a woman like that in check...and it was only because of the slab of meat between her legs.
Jean looked down at her daughter and smiled. "How about we do presents first?"
"Presents!" Rachel squealed happily. She happily skipped to the birthday room with her overweight Mama in tow.
Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, which caused a septum piercing to appear out of nowhere. She eyed her wife warily. "Really?"
"She's five, babe. Let her have some fun!"
It was hard to believe that the mom who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings wasn't considered the "fun" parent. But that's how it went with Emma and Jean. Emma was more mature and Jean was...well, she was Jean.
As the pair entered the birthday room, another change occurred...
- Half the kids running around are Jean and Emma's. They have a big family! - The being that's causing this finally shows her face
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Post by Kappa on Sept 23, 2022 4:30:20 GMT
"There you two are!" Wanda, holding a plate of homemade potato salad, speaks shrilly at her sister and in-law.
Emma is a loss for words at the rotund brunette that Jean simply accepted to be her big sister. With an emphasis on big!
"Ororo brought the goodie bags, Anna Marie organized the gift table, Kitty is serving the kids slices of pizza, and Jubilee is taking photos. Honestly, Jean, this is your daughter's party. You should be doing most of this!" Wanda nags with hands on her wide hips.
"... Is that Wanda?" Emma whispers to her newly acquired wife.
"... Yes?" Jean, far more trapped in her suburban housewife persona than compared to Emma answers quizzically.
The party went on 45 minutes. Jean gossiping with the mommified X-men, Emma, weirdly enough, stuck with the dads. The whole time, Emma glanced at her sister-in-law.
... Did she do this?
"So, hows the new lawnmower treating you, Em?" A random Dad asks Emma with a beer in hand.
Emma shrugs.
"It's a piece of junk."
The conversation trails off to many, many things Emma didn't have opinions about beforehand. Cars, grills, motorcycles, eventually, a dad mentioned her punk rock days.
"Any plans for a new album."
Emma snorts, a beer in hand, oblivious to a beer gut plopping down her leather shorts.
"You kidding? With Jean and the kids? No, that's just not possible these days." Emma shakes her head.
"You weren't that good anyways." Wanda chimes in.
Emma rolls her eyes. Wanda is always such a charmer!
"Thanks, Wanda." Emma smirks.
"It's true. Your music was just so, noisy! What's wrong with something more soft and friendly? Like country music!"
Emma gags.
"I'll pass." Emma shakes her head.
The party eventually gets to the presents, back with Jean, it's at this point Emma whispers a strange thought that comes to mind.
"Wanda is doing this."
"... Doing what?" Jean looks puzzled.
"This! She did this to us!"
- Jean no longer remembers what happened. - Jean is distracted by an adorable dress her daughter was gifted
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