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Post by Kappa on Feb 20, 2023 23:38:18 GMT
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 20, 2023 23:54:58 GMT
Phoenix fried chicken
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Post by Kappa on Feb 21, 2023 0:40:19 GMT
When most people catch their husband of 8 years having an affair, they don't do what Jean Grey did.
That being said, Jean Grey, the most powerful telepath on the planet, former host of the Phoenix Entity, is not most people.
Opening up a fried chicken restaurant that quickly became a successful regional chain within 3 years, a triumph many cuckold would only dream to achieve, Jean had taken revenge to a whole 'nother level.
"Welcome to Phoenix Fried Chicken." A Sixteen year old Redhead with a name tag which read 'Rachel Grey' smiles brightly behind the register. "May I take your order???"
"Bigger smile, sweetie." Jean Grey, a bottom heavy mother of 4, wrapped elegantly in a green pantsuit, lifts her plump lips upwards with her recently manicured fingers. "Bigger smiles makes the customer happy!"
"... Yes, Mom." Rachel attempts to raise her grin, internally pissed off. This is the fifth time!
"Still needs works." Jean tuts. "But you'll get the hang of it! Mama is so proud of her working girl!"
It's important to note this is just a fraction of Jean's revenge. What she did to the woman who slept with her Ex, Emma Frost, that's where this vengeance gets far more sweet!
- Emma is now a fat, frumpy employee -Emma is now an obese shut-in addicted to Jean's chicken -Emma is now Jean's wife -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 21, 2023 3:38:22 GMT
Fat employee 😈
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Post by Kappa on Feb 21, 2023 4:34:24 GMT
"Ms Grey, can I please take my break now???" A rather husky voice asks in a meek tone.
Rachel and Jean turn to the grill to see a 250 pound woman, a top heavy blonde in an ill-fitting uniform, her belly rolls and stretch marks constantly exposed, with h cups drooping down to the sizzling grease of fried chicken.
Emma had once been a slender seductress, but that was eight years ago. After being kicked out of Xavier's by Jean's adopted mother, Charlie Xavier, getting a job at Phoenix Fried Chicken was her only option.
A job that took away her once flawless figure and transformed the once haughty, arrogant woman into a middle aged slob!
"After you show my daughter how to make the fire chickadee sandwiches." Jean smirks.
God...
-She loves humiliating her girlfriend! -She loves watching that fat ass wheeze! -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 21, 2023 23:21:15 GMT
Jean smirked devilishly. She loved making that whore work. Once Charlie fired her and gave her a poor recommendation, she was essentially black listed from the mutant world. Scott left her and Jean was the only one willing to give her a job. Minimum wage, frying chicken.
Eight years of that had really done a number on her figure and her personality. She'd become a fat, submissive slave to Jean and her chicken empire.
But, surprisingly, Emma wasn't unhappy. Why? Because she'd learned something about herself in the past eight years. Emma Frost loved humiliation. In particular, she loved being humiliated by Jean Grey.
"Come on, Emmy, I know you can whip one of those up," Jean teased. "You've been making them for almost a decade. And that tummy has certainly received its fair share of Phoenix Chicken!"
Emma blushed red and Rachel mentally gagged. She'd seen their weird pseudo-flirting for years and found it absolutely nauseating. When her dad left, it was difficult -- Rachel loved her father and so did her sisters. But she understood why her mother immediately divorced him. What she didn't understand was her mother's obsession with Emma. Did she hate her? Did she love her? Nearly ten years and no one seemed to really know.
"I'm...I'm getting a gym membership," Emma replied meekly.
"Yeah right." Jean sunk a finger into her employees double decker gut. "That belly isn't going anywhere!"
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Post by Kappa on Feb 22, 2023 3:47:06 GMT
"God, you're pathetic." Jean grins from ear to ear as Emma silently takes the berating. "You're lucky you can make a decent sandwich, your lucky your fat gut amuses me, your lucky I can still get a uniform big enough to fit you, Emmy, or you'd be out the door you--"
"Jesus Christ, please just date already or let me stay at dad's this summer!" Rachel shouts loudly.
"..." Both Jean and Emma are silent as Rachel sighs.
"I swear to god, I'd be so much happier just dated and stopped doing this disturbing mess you've put me through for eight years!" Rachel shakes her head.
"... I don't think you understand our relationship." Jean starts to blush. "I-I don't like Emma that way, I just love making her suffer and--"
"Either you take Emma on a date, TONIGHT, OR I AM CALLING DAD AND STAYING WITH HIM AND BETSY FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS!"
Emma and Jean blink erratically, looking at each other with racing hearts.
"... I wouldn't mind a steak dinner." Emma shrugs her spongey shoulders.
"Of course you wouldn't, you fat pig!" Jean smirks. "God, I'd love yo watch you gorge on a t-bone you disgusting--"
"Then it's settled!" Rachel once again interrupts her mother. "I'll watch Madeline, Hope, and Natalie tonight while you two work out the reason I desperately need therapy!"
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 23, 2023 16:50:27 GMT
Jean chewed on her plump bottom lip as the woman who stole her husband ravenously dug into a t bone steak, a family-size Mac and cheese, and a dozen cornbread muffins. She couldn't deny her love for watching that fat hog stuff her face. But...she could deny it. She hated Emma. At least, that's what she told herself regularly.
"I only did this for my daughter." Jean crossed her arms beneath her matronly bust. Her own filet mignon was hardly touched -- she was much too busy staring at her employee.
"Really?" Emma asked between mouthfuls. "Come on, Jeannie. It's been eight years. We both know this isn't normal."
"What's not normal? Me hiring you after you slept with my husband?! I did that out of the kindness of my heart!"
"No, you did it to humiliate me," Emma corrected calmly. "And I'm glad you did. I actually like working for you."
"You do?"
Emma scooped the remaining forkful of Mac and cheese into her hungry mouth. A drop of grease fell down into the crevasse between her mammoth sized tits. Her blue dress was casual but with breasts as big as Emma's, she always had a mile of cleavage. A fact that Jean secretly appreciated very much.
"Yeah. I do. And I'm pretty good at it."
"Half decent," Jean corrected. "When you aren't trying to eat all of our stock."
Underneath the table, Emma rubbed her tree trunk thighs together. There was something about Jean's nagging tone that just went straight to her pussy! She didn't really understand it completely but she understood it more than Jean. They had a complicated relationship that was founded on mutual arousal. Jean enjoy belittling and Emma wanted to be belittled.
"Rachel is upset because...well, because she's tired of neither of us doing anything."
"Doing anything?"
"Making a move, Jean."
"A move?! You think I'm interested in a slob like you?"
"Yes, I do."
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Post by Kappa on Feb 23, 2023 18:08:08 GMT
Jean snorts at the idea.
"First of all, I'm not gay!" Jean insists.
Emma can't help but find that ridiculous, considering how much Jean eyes her body. At that very moment, Jean hasn't stopped looking at Emma's tits, her eyes nowhere near Emma's!
"Secondly, if I was gay, I could so much better than some slob like you!" Jean scoffs. "And, finally, I hate you! You had an affair with my husband! Why would I ever be in a relationship with the slut who ruined my marriage???"
"... Jean, I'm not that person anymore." Emma smiles, showing off her double chins. "I've changed. I regret what I did back then... I was in the wrong and I deserved everything that happened to me."
"You sure did." Jean smirks.
"Look, you're talking about the past. Look at the present? I've been by your side for eight years, I basically helped raise your daughters!"
Jean cringes. It's true, her younger daughter do refer to Emma as Auntie Emmy.
"I love you." Emma admits, cards out on the table.
"..." Jean, silent as a church mouse, blinks erratically, her heart racing at surprising speed.
"I think Rachel is right. We're flirting... and it's gotten old. Can we give this a really shot? Try to move forward? Maybe... be intimate?"
Emma has been wanting to make love to Jean for years! Admitting it then and now felt so liberating!
Jean...
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