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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 23, 2022 13:20:37 GMT
"What are you talking about?" Jean asked, slightly annoyed. She was holding up her dated Stark phone, trying to get the perfect picture of her daughter unwrapping a new doll.
Emma took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her nerves under control. There was no way she was going to get out of this without Jean. If there was anyone who could take on Wanda, it was Jean Grey.
"I know it's difficult to remember but we were X-Men a few hours ago," Emma said in a moment of pure lucidity. It came and went but the fact that Jean couldn't remember a thing had Emma clawing for her real life -- the life where she wasn't a washed up lesbian punk star with a dick!
"Is that some new show Rachel's watching?" Jean guessed. She was rubbing her belly softly and eyeing the pizza table with greedy eyes. Like always, she was hungry.
"Jean!" Emma whisper yelled. "I need you to take this seriously! We're not supposed to be this way! You're supposed to hate me!"
Jean blinked a few times, struck by Emma's directness. She was usually the more submissive one in their relationship, even if she used to headline a death metal band. Jean shook her head, tossing her red curls. Something wasn't right. Something felt off...
- Jean gets a few memories back after Rachel unwraps a Marvel Girl action figure - The Phoenix appears - Jean gets mad at her wifey for causing a scene - Wanda pulls Emma out of the party
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Post by Kappa on Sept 23, 2022 18:09:41 GMT
"This isn't a rock concert, Emmy!" Jean gets annoyed at Emma's strange behavior. "I don't know why you're acting so weird, but knock it off before the kids notice!"
"Yay! Encanto!" Rachel sings as she holds up a backpack gifted by her Auntie Wanda.
Emma looks at Wanda, still eating macaroni salad, convinced that everything that's happened so far is her doing.
"Are you stoned?" Jean takes Emma aside, away from the crow of parents and children.
"What?" Emma squints her eyes.
Jean grabs Emma's face, making Emma's heart face.
"Your eyes aren't bloodshot."
"Jean, I--"
Without warning, Jean bobs her head at Emma's tatted shoulder, taking a very long whiff, making Emma's heart beat even faster as a result.
"Jean!" Emma blushes.
"You don't smell like weed... or body spray. You can't full me with that, Emmy. I know your tricks!" Jean wags a finger.
"I'm not high."
Jean extends her hand towards Emma.
"Vape Pen."
'What?"
"Vape Pen! You are not getting high at our daughter's..."
- "Birthday!" -"Wedding!" Reality alters, Rachel is now a young adult on her wedding day
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 24, 2022 16:48:59 GMT
"Wedding?!" Emma asked with fear evident in her voice. "Jean, what are you --"
"Zip it and hand over the vape," Jean said with a frown. Reality had certainly changed. The pair were now dressed in wedding attire -- a tuxedo for Emma and a green maternity gown for Jean that did nothing to hide her massive belly or her huge ass. In the seventeen years since Rachel's fifth birthday, the redhead had put on a lot of weight and most of it had distributed itself along her lower half -- though her milk filled breasts weren't shortchanged. They created a massive valley of cleavage that Emma loved to motorboat.
The blonde shook her head. No. She wasn't going to accept this. She couldn't. Her life as the real Emma Frost was waiting for her. This wasn't real!
Jean rubbed her belly and gave Emma a long look. She was expecting her tenth child -- and this one was a true miracle baby. Emma had thought the last one, Irma, was a miracle baby but this one had to be Jesus himself! Or herself, in their case. All of their kids had been girls which meant Jean had an endless line of little blonde and redhead girls to spoil rotten. And she had.
"We have to be there for Rachel today. You know how important this is!" Jean dabbed at her wet eyes with red manicured hands. Emma noticed how much older Jean looked -- she had the tell-tale look of a woman in her forties who used makeup to try to hide her wrinkles. Her hair had lost some of its sheen but she was still a gorgeous woman. Emma could get turned on just by looking at her...
<"Focus!"> Emma yelled at herself. She turned over the vape pen that was in her pocket and Jean pecked her on the cheek.
"Good, Emmy-Bear. Now let's go enjoy this wedding, okay?" She stuck out a chubby hand and Emma took it.
- What's Wanda up to at the wedding? - Who is Rachel marrying?
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Post by Kappa on Sept 24, 2022 21:28:07 GMT
"Honestly, you two, it's your daughter's wedding and I'm the one chatting with the caterer?" Wanda, her hair now a salt and pepper grey, her weight with an additional 60 pounds, face rounded, neck swollen, her arms massive flabs of ham in a frilly red dress designed to mask her pillowy jiggle from top to bottom.
Jean frowns.
"Sorry, Sis." Jean speaks meekly. "Emmy and I are just a little overwhelmed."
"Well, it's Rachel's day, not yours." Wanda points out. "Now, get in there before she notices you're gone!"
Jean waddles off, Emma stays in play, her hands in fists.
"Emma?" Wanda raises a puzzled brow. "Come on, get in there before Rachel notices!"
Emma glares at her in-law.
"Are you doing this?" Emma asks bluntly.
"What?"
"Are you doing this?" Emma repeats herself. "Because if you are, please, knock it off, I don't appreciate what you've done to Jean and I."
"Excuse me? That's very rude to say." Wanda scowls. "It's your daughter's wedding and I've been the one making sure everything is in order!"
"I don't have a daughter!" Emma growls, point at her groin. "And I most certainly shouldn't have a dick!"
"... Are you high?" Wanda crossed her swollen arms. "Honestly, Emma, you really should--"
"Come clean now!" Emma demands. "I'm not playing this game anymore! My name is Emma Frost, I should be 32 yes are old, I should be at least 80 pounds thinner, I should be single, I should be straight, and I most certainly shouldn't have all these piercings and tattoos!"
Wanda..
- Shakes her head. "Get some water or my sons are taking you home." Wanda insists - Grins. "I can make things much worse if you don't calm down."
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 25, 2022 14:39:46 GMT
Emma balked. "I knew it was you! Jean might've been too stupid to figure it out but I knew you'd do something absolutely idiotic like this, Wanda. When I get back to reality -- our real reality -- I am going to make your life a living hell!"
Wanda raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Are you now? And don't speak of your wife like that -- Jean wouldn't want to hear that her precious Emmy-Bear is calling her mean names." She shrugged her fat shoulders and sighed. "I should've known you would have figured it out. You're so vain -- not having your svelte figure is your worst nightmare. Jean, on the other hand...Jean has always just wanted to be happy."
Emma balled up her tatted hands. "I don't give a shit what Jean wants. She's clearly out of her mind here, thanks to you. Just get us back now, Wanda. And I won't have Xavier turn your brain into a pile of creamed corn."
"Strong words coming from someone who's stuck here," Wanda taunted. "Without Jean, there's no way you can escape this. And Jean is crying happy tears in the other room while her daughter gets married."
Those words sent a strange, heartfelt pant through Emma's heart. It wasn't Jean's daughter -- it was their daughter. Emma could remember the romantic night that led to her conception, the long nine months of Jean's pregnancy, and the beautiful moment she became a mother.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Those memories weren't real. Her life at Xavier's -- that was real. Her life as the white queen. She hated Jean and Jean hated her. That was real.
"Why did you do this?" Emma asked calmly. "Why did you want to be old and fat? What does that do for you?"
- "I wanted a family. A real family with Vision." - "I was tired of superheroes. Isn't this kind of life so much better?" - "I wanted to fuck with you, Frost."
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Post by Kappa on Sept 25, 2022 16:28:10 GMT
"Sweetie." A Mature Englishman in a green sweater with a collared shirt and khakis pops his head through the church door. "We're about to start, you two, hurry back in!"
"We will, sweetie, just save our seats."
'Vince' nods, going back inside to sit next to his in-law.
"This is everything I wanted, Emma. To grow old with the man I love. To watch my kids grow up, happy. You're not taking this away from me. Got that? Now, sit down or I'll make your life much, much worse."
Emma...
- Does as Wanda says. For now.
-Continues to argue with Wanda. Suffering the consequences.
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 25, 2022 17:34:24 GMT
Emma knew when she needed to retreat. She didn't like to admit it but she knew it. The only way she was getting out of this was if she could convince Jean to see what was actually going on. Yelling at Wanda was only going to make things worse.
"Fine," Emma muttered. She walked back into the church and took her seat next to Jean. She hated the way her dick pushed uncomfortably against her fattened thighs and the way her gut sat in her lap. But, Jean seemed to like it. She gave her wife's beer gut a pat and shot her a smile. Emma hated to say it but that smile was a little cute.
<"Snap out of it, Emma,"> she said to herself. <"You're straight! You've known that since you were ten!">
But Jean's chubby hand did feel nice in hers. Even as weird and wild as this reality was, having Jean was...strangely nice.
The wedding party began walking down the aisle and Jean quickly pushed Emma out of the seat.
"I totally forgot -- you have to walk her down, honey!"
- Who is Rachel marrying? - Reality changes again - Jean goes into labor
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Post by Kappa on Sept 25, 2022 20:31:31 GMT
"I just can't believe our baby is having a baby!" Jean gushes, now sitting atop two foldable chairs to assist her massive rear.
Emma blinks erratically, finding herself now in a backyard for a Baby Shower!
She looks a Wanda by the gift table, once again taking control of the party. She looks at her daughter, now heavily pregnant, the spitting image of her mother at that age, with her husband to her right and vision to left.
"This is getting ridiculous." Emma shakes her head.
"Yeah, Wanda can be a bit much." Jean nods. "But she's always been so helpful when it comes to parties. Remember Rachel's 5th birthday?"
"... Probably better than you do." Emma reasons.
Jean snorts.
"Yes, I can be forgetful these days." Jean pecks Emma on the cheek. "If it weren't for you, I probably forget to take my pills!"
"Yeah, you are pretty bad at..."
-"Wait, Jean, listen to me, none of this should be happening!"
-"Wait, Jean, did you take your pills yet?!" Emma asks with deep concern in her voice.
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 25, 2022 20:40:40 GMT
"What're you talking about? I've always wanted grand babies," Jean argued. "And Rachel and Dick will be great parents."
"No, no, Jean. It's not that. This..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "This isn't real. We're X-Men, remember? And you hate me...because I slept with your husband."
"Husband?" Jean laughed and set down her can of sparkling cider. "Please, Emma. You know I've never been interested in boys...only bad girls like you."
Emma blushed but pushed on. "Jean! This has to stop, we need to go home. Please, just remember. I want my old body back!"
Jean pursed her lips and says... - "Emma, please. This reality is everything I've always wanted." - "Emma...where are we?" - "Emma, can you keep track of Rachel's presents? For thank you cards."
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Post by Kappa on Sept 25, 2022 21:25:02 GMT
"What?!" Emma's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?!"
"Think about it, we actually have normal lives now. Nobody is trying to kill us, I'm not a walking time bomb. Isn't this amazing?! How can you not be happy?!"
"I have a penis!" Emma shouts. Standing up in a huff.
Everyone at the party stares at the tatted blonde.
"Emmy, Keep your voice down." Jean insists.
Emma sits, feeling annoyed how much of a leash Jean has on her!
"This is ridiculous. Why would you want to be my wife?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you hate me."
Jean giggles.
"We've been together for 30 years, silly! I don't hate you!"
Emma sighs. Just like Wanda, Jean likes this little fantasy world. She'd rather be some frumpy, fat housewife than what she actually is!
"Please, Jean, I don't want this." Emma begs. "I want to be me again!"
Jean...
- Is annoyed and punishes her Emmy-Bear - Feels bad and decides to help her Emmy... even if it's not what she wants!
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 26, 2022 0:33:32 GMT
Jean pulled her wife into their large house and into the kitchen. Wanda eyed them but didn't budge her fat ass from the plastic deck chair outside.
Emma leaned against the counter, ignoring the feeling of her cock brushing against her thigh in her boxers, and crossed her arms beneath her matronly bust.
"You really don't like it here?" Jean asked softly. "You aren't happy?"
"I hardly know what this is!" Emma replied. "It doesn't feel like thirty years to me, Jean. It feels like my life has been ripped from me."
"Oh." Jean leaned against the counter, next to her wife. She leaned her head on Emma's tatted shoulder and the blonde felt warm at her touch. "I...I guess that would be...hard."
"And in a body that feels totally unfamiliar and alien. I hate the way I look and I hate that my...genitalia is not my own."
"You don't like it?" Jean asked tenderly. She reached over and grabbed Emma's dick through her cargo pants. The blonde gasped and gripped the countertop tightly. "But it's so fun!"
"I--it feels nice but it's not me, Jean. Please, please. Let me go back. Let me have those years back."
Jean looked into the eyes of the woman she loved. The woman she couldn't imagine living without. "I will try...to bring us back. But I need you to do something."
"Anything, honestly. I just want to be 32 and straight again."
"Well..." Jean laughed and ran a finger over one of the blue roses tattooed on Emma's arm. "I want us to go on a date. A real date."
Emma raised a heavily pierced brow. "Are you serious?"
"Just one date."
"Jean...I find you attractive here. But that's because Wanda changed me. Back in the 'real' reality, I am only attracted to men."
"Sure," Jean giggled. "Sure. Just promise me."
"Fine. I'll take you on a date."
- Jean easily restores reality - Things go wrong
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Post by Kappa on Sept 26, 2022 4:48:27 GMT
A Young Brunette, slender and petite, pouts on a couch with an equally slim and youthful redhead.
With little to no effort, everything she did was canceled out by the flick of a finger!
"I thought you liked the world I made." Wanda huffs with crossed arms.
"I did." Jean nods. "... But my wife didn't."
"I'm not your wife!" Emma shouts from her bedroom.
"Okay, girlfriend." Jean corrects herself with a smile.
"I'm not your girlfriend either!" Emma continues to shout.
"For now." Jean winks at Wanda.
Emma quickly enters her living room, wrapped in a towel, lightly wet from her shower.
Jean is a little disappointed to see Emma's cock gone, but, at the same time, she can't help but admire Emma's figure!
"Can you please leave my dorm?" Emma asks the pair of god-like psychopaths. "You don't live here, Jean."
"For now." Jean smiles.
Emma looks at Wanda with a scowl.
"Can you leave a least?"
Wanda shakes her head.
"I want to se what you're wearing for your date." Wanda explains.
"... You are both insane." Emma sighs.
"Wear pants." Jean insists. "I'm wearing a dress."
"... If I want to wear a dress, Jean, I will wear a dress." Emma shakes her head. "Besides, I have my body back the way I like it, I'm going to show it off."
Jean playfully growls. Emma blushes, feeling incredibly awkward.
As she stomps back to her bedroom, Wanda asks a question.
"Is she still gay?" Wanda wonders.
"Of course." Jean smiles.
"No, I'm not!" Emma once again shouts.
"Sure, sweetie!" Jean giggles, putting hand to her face, she whispers with a nod, "She's gay."
"Leave or I'm calling Logan!" Emma demands.
Jean gets up.
- "I should probably get ready for the date anyways. Come on, Wanda, help me get dressed!" -"Oh, quit being such a sour puss!" Jean giggles. "Come on, Wanda, show me your twins!"
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 28, 2022 15:31:18 GMT
"I'll have the chicken parm, the shrimp Alfredo, an extra basket of bread sticks, and a side of meatballs." The petite redhead winked at Emma as the waitress gave her a strange look.
"Is that for...both of you?"
Jean shook her head. "No, Emmy, what do you want?"
"Just the eggplant Parmesan," Emma said in a quiet voice as she handed the menu back to the waitress. "And a bottle of your best Pinot Noir." She needed it. This was going to be a long evening with Jean.
"You're going to get fat eating like that," Emma quipped. She had pulled out her phone and was scrolling through some emails from Frost Industries. The company pretty much ran itself but sometimes she liked to check in.
"That's the point," Jean drawled. She put her elbows on the table and clasped her hands. The green dress she'd picked out showed a lot of thigh and cleavage. Both of which were very thin compared to her alt-reality self. "Emmy, put your phone away. It's date night. I'm already mad enough that you wore a dress. You know you're not the one who wears dresses in our relationship!"
Emma did as she was told, for some reason, but she wasn't happy. "First off, stop calling me Emmy. Second, we don't have a relationship! That wasn't real, Jean." She shook her head. "I don't want that life. Honestly, I want Scott."
Emma thought that would tick off the redhead but, surprisingly, it didn't. "You can try to go back to him, but after what we had, I think you'll be disappointed. I called my lawyer -- I'm getting a divorce," she said casually. "So we can focus on us."
"There is no 'us' Jean!"
"Are you saying you didn't enjoy being my wife? Because I know you did. There were moments when you clearly liked it." She crossed her slim arms and Emma's thoughts went back to when Jean's breasts were swollen and hormonal. Why was her face feeling so warm? And further down...that definitely felt warm too.
"Fine, maybe. But that was because Wanda warped my mind --"
"You know that's not true. You've always liked girls, Emma, just like me. We just didn't understand before. But now...we do." She smiled and Emma's eyes traced the contours of her red lips. "It's okay to fall into it."
Emma took a deep breath. Was Jean right? Did she really like women? Sure, Jean turned her on before but her mind was bent. But then why did she like the way the dress hugged Jean's ass now? Why did she keep thinking about what the redhead would look like swollen with her child?
- Jean and Emma have sex in the bathroom - Jean gives Emma a dick - Jean messes with reality
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Post by Kappa on Sept 29, 2022 2:52:23 GMT
"This is just an experiment." Emma insists as she wraps her arms around Jean's neck.
"Sure." Jean giggles, her back against the bathroom wall.
Door Locked, the goal for Emma was very simple: Prove she was straight.
... Unfortunately...
"Oh, yeah, Emmy! Right there!" Jean insists, her neck nuzzled by Emma's chin, her pussy fingered by skilled hands. "Right there! Right there!"
If anything, Emma was proving the opposite. Heart racing, body perspiration with passion and lust, touching Jean simply felt amazing.
"Right there, Emmy! Right there!" Jean moans. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Her fingers like a pianist on keys, the music was symphony of sheer delight for the redhead. Her gushing joy loud and proud.
As Emma stops, without warning, Jean pounces on Emma, her back now against the wall.
- Jean eats her pussy - Jean gives Emma a dick -The restaurant insists they leave immediately
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Post by phoenix10 on Sept 29, 2022 14:08:52 GMT
Emma had been eaten out more times than she could count. More times than she could remember! It was any straight man's dream to get between the Frost Queen's slender thighs and she had allowed the ones she felt particularly drawn to. She had had good experiences and bad experiences and every in between.
But having Jean go down on her...that was something different entirely. Jean's lips were so soft but her tongue so forceful! And she knew what she was doing more so than any man she'd ever been with. It was like she knew every little bite and lick that would make Emma go wild. She knew what Emma wanted and she gave it to her. Gladly.
"Oh! Fuck, yes, Jean, yes!" Emma moaned. She gripped Jean's red mane in her hand and pulled hard as Jean's tongue slipped past her clit. "Right there, yes!"
It took about as long for Emma to come as it had Jean. When they had finished, both were half dressed and very sweaty. Jean gave Emma a long sniff as the blonde readjusted her bra. The redhead smirked and Emma blushed.
"I like the smell of sex on you," Jean whispered hotly in her ear. She pushed her against the stall door and they began aggressively making out -- with Jean's lips still wet from Emma's pussy. Emma knew she shouldn't. She shouldn't have laid a finger on Jean. She should have gone on the date, ate her dinner and went home. But there was something nagging at her, in the back of her mind. And that something was Jean.
"Excuse me!" A voice croaked from outside the door.
Jean paused and cocked a brow. Emma also stopped but kept her hands cupped around Jean's ass.
"We need you to leave this restaurant IMMEDIATELY," the voice continued. "This is a family establishment and whatever you're doing in there is most certainly not allowed! We've had numerous complaints about the noise for the past half hour."
Jean giggled and Emma dropped her head in shame. The two quickly redressed and got themselves readied. They slinked out, with Emma tipping their waitress an extra $100, and got back into Jean's car.
"Well, Emmy -- you can't deny you had a good time."
"We got kicked out of an Italian restaurant, Jean."
"Yeah but it was fun..." She slid her finger over Emma's round breasts. "And we can have more fun back at the school..."
Emma... - Wants to. She's all in! - Still fights it. She wants to see Scott. - Wants to take things slow
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