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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 7, 2023 18:42:20 GMT
Sex with her husband was oftentimes a chore that Jean Grey endured. Sure, when they'd been teens it had been exciting and titillating and, a few times, she'd actually been aroused. But nowadays? They were thirty-five year old professors at Xavier's and sex was anything but exciting. Jean had gained a bit of weight, though she was still quite proud of her figure (even if she was becoming a soft pear). Scott had been with Jean for so long that he didn't really see her as a woman anymore. He did see Emma and Betsy and Kitty as women though...
As she lied back on their marital bed, Jean was more focused on that promotion Xavier had promised her. If she kept up her public appearances, he promised to make her Headmistress of the school. That's been her dream job ever since she first came to the school as a girl.
Scott leaned over her, grunting and groaning. A sweaty palm fell on her stomach and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was so unfair that sex always resulted in the man orgasming but very rarely did she ever get off. Scott knew the only want to get Jean to come was to eat her out -- which was his least favorite activity in the bedroom. He liked to keep his mouth as far away from Jean's red bush as possible.
She felt his hard cock pull out of her and she looked up, confused. "What's wrong?"
"Let's do doggy style."
This time Jean did roll her eyes. Doggy style, of course. It's been Scott's favorite position ever since he started to get bored of banging Marvel Girl. Jean is fairly certain he imagines he's having sex with the other X-Women. In particular Emma Frost.
God, she hated that woman something fierce. Waltzing around the school like she owned the place, with her tits and ass hanging out. Jean couldn't imagine wearing something so revealing in front of her students. It was disgusting. And her attitude? It was incredibly inappropriate! The first thing Jean planned on doing once she became Headmistress was firing Frost. She could stay on the X-Men, Jean didn't care, but she wouldn't be teaching young, impressionable minds in those outfits.
Jean settled into the new position and felt her husband ease himself back into her pussy. As he began to thrust, she wondered what bra size Emma wore. Jean herself had a healthy chest but she was definitely smaller than Emma. They were clearly fake but Jean had to admit they looked good. As she walked down the hall, they bounced and jiggled with every high-heeled step the blonde took. There was this one outfit that Emma wore that gave her some incredible cleavage -- it was a white halter style dress with a big cutout right on the chest. It gave anyone who looked a perfect view of the curves of her perky, tear-drop shaped breasts.
Without warning, Jean's mind took things a step further. She imagined yanking that dress off Emma's body, exposing a white, lacy push-up bra. She ran a finger down that mile of creamy cleavage and Emma moaned.
"Put your hand right here, darling," Emma drawled. She grabbed Jean's hand and stuck it between her legs. Her white thong had a wet spot on the front and was hot to the touch. Jean's heart rate quickened and before she could stop herself, she felt a familiar wave roll over her body. She yelped, both from pleasure and surprise, as the orgasm washed over her.
She fell down on the bed and gave herself a moment to catch her breath. It had been a while since she'd gotten turned on enough to come with Scott. The fact that it was Emma's tits that got her to come was concerning but she decided to compartmentalize that for later. She did not need to know what that meant about her psyche at the moment.
She pulled her face out of the pillow, expecting to see a disappointed Scott, but instead she saw an unfamiliar bedroom. She was no longer at the X-Mansion. Quickly, she shot up and pulled a blanket around her nude body. The door to the adjacent bathroom suddenly opened and there was none other than Emma Frost standing there, as naked as the day she was born. But she certainly didn't look like the Emma that Jean knew...
- In this reality, Emma is a punk drummer - In this reality, Emma is an overweight kindergarten teacher - In this reality, Emma is a millionaire investor with a soft spot for redheads - In this reality, Emma is a pregnant Wal-Mart cashier
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Post by Kappa on Apr 8, 2023 5:29:03 GMT
Porcelain white skin smooth as jazz, heavily tatted swanlike neck to dainty toe in jet-black, ocean blue, and swampy green, her long slender body drapes elegantly on the bed, tits out and browned nipples pierced with two metallic bars, with hair shaved like GI Jane, it was a shock Jean couldn't help but find attractive.
Why was this woman so beautiful?!
"Morning." Emma Frost speaks with a southern accent. "How's my sugar-butt doing???"
"Sugar-butt???" Jean raise a puzzled brow, green eyes gazing at Emma's pierced ears, brows, nose and lips.
It looked both uncomfortable and extremely sexy! Heart racing, why was she feeling so anxiously aroused?!
"What's going on???" Jean questions.
"With wut???"
"This, what... where am I???"
"That's a weird question. That orgasm must've been something fierce if you ain't sure where you is!" Emma giggles.
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 10, 2023 14:19:46 GMT
Jean couldn't have been more confused. There was a naked, tattoo-covered Emma in bed with her, she had a southern accent for some crazy reason, and, weirdest of all, Jean couldn't read her mind! Her telepathy was gone!
"How bout you take a nice long shower and I make you some breakfast, sugar butt? Pancakes or waffles?"
Jean blinked. Without really thinking, she said "Waffles."
"I knew it! I know my wifey like the back of my hand." She slapped Jean's ass and Jean was shocked to feel it jiggle for quite some time. There was no way her ass was that big...was it?
Emma got up to leave and Jean's eyes locked onto her breasts. They were just as glorious as she had imagined and the piercings? They somehow made them even better. She liked the badass look on Emma. She shook her head. This wasn't the time to sort out how she felt about women. Now, she just needed to get back home.
Lumbering off the bed, Jean headed to the bathroom. She was trying hard not to notice how her thighs rubbed together unfamiliarly or how she could feel her ass and tits wobbling. The last few years had softened her figure but not to this degree. She knew something was wrong.
And when she saw herself in the mirror, that became all the more apparent. The Jean in the mirror had to weigh close to fifty plus pounds more than the Jean she knew herself as. This Jean had big, saggy tits that rested on a belly that was close to folding over her crotch. It had a few red stretch marks on it but otherwise it was a pale, soft ball of fat. That was startling enough but the real gain was below Jean's waist (or what was left of it).
It started with her hips. They were definitely her widest measurement now. Spongy, child bearing hips capped with saddlebags on each monstrous thigh. Turning around, Jean could see and feel her biggest feature wobble and sway with the slight movement. Her ass was larger than she'd ever imagined it being. It looked like two beach balls cut in half -- though beach balls weren't nearly as bumpy. Cellulite covered every inch, all the way down to the tops of her tree-trunk thighs. No wonder Emma called her Sugar Butt! With an ass like this, Jean wondered how she was able to sit in a movie theater. She'd always been a pear but this was pear to the extreme.
Still investigating her much fuller figure, Jean was starting to think of ways to get out of this reality and back to her own. The X-Men were familiar with alternate realities. She was horribly embarrassed by the whole thing and she knew there would be a never-ending wave of jokes made at her expense (mostly from Logan) but she still needed to get back. Even if she was starting to consider divorcing her husband.
"That's a whole different story. Stay focused, Jean," she whispered to herself. Of course, right at that moment, the scent of waffles hit her nostrils. Her plump tummy growled. It wouldn't hurt to eat something first, she reasoned.
- Over breakfast, Emma talks about Jean's upcoming insemination - Over breakfast, Emma talks to Jean about her successful band - Over breakfast, Emma talks to Jean about their poor finances
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Post by Kappa on Apr 10, 2023 16:00:22 GMT
Four Fluffy Waffles drizzled in honey and topped with a freshly fried chicken breast, each bite was an absolute delight, her focus less on what had happened to her reality and more on her meal. In particular, the cheesy hash browns, bacon omelette, and spicy grits to the side were all Jean could think about at that very moment!
That, and how someone who can cook this good was so skinny?!
"So, how's my little girl doing today?" Emma inquires. "She kicking up a storm again?"
"What?" Jean raises a puzzled brow.
Emma laughs.
"I may have changed my last name, but you're still carrying a Buckmyer! That ain't easy, sugar-butt!"
As that came to mind...
-Jean felt a bit queasy -Jean had a strange craving for fried pickles -something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 10, 2023 22:52:38 GMT
There were a lot of things Jean was trying to comprehend as she chewed a mouthful of syrupy waffle. Emma was insinuating that Jean was pregnant. She was also insinuating that she was somehow the father? But that didn't make sense. Did it?
A wave of nausea struck Jean, forcing the woman to grab her mug of coffee and take a gulp. That fended it off for the moment but she could feel it, still sitting in the pit of her stomach.
"Feelin' sick again, Jeannie?" Emma asked. She put a tatted hand on Jean's shoulder and smiled. "I'll get you those ginger chews."
As Emma busied herself in the pantry, Jean put her hands to her chubby belly. Was she really pregnant? Her stomach had looked pretty fat but it didn't look pregnant. Or did it? She smoothed her hands over it and, suddenly, it began to push against her loose t-shirt.
She watched in horror as her plush tummy became a pregnant belly right before her eyes. It grew outward, taking up more and more space on her lap until it was bumping against the edge of the table. Her t-shirt had pulled up a bit, exposing the bottom most part of her newly pregnant stomach. Up top, her breasts had grown a few cup sizes and were swollen with milk. All over, she felt big and and full.
"What the hell?!" Jean muttered to herself. "This can't be real. This...this..." She ran her hands over the stretched skin of her stomach and felt a few fluttering kicks. So it was real -- there was a little life inside of her.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Emma asked as she set down a bag of ginger chews. The blonde kneeled down next to Jean and put a hand on her belly. "You've been all over the place this mornin."
Jean...
- Tries to explain to Emma what's happening - Runs to the bathroom to throw up - Notices a bulge in the front of Emma's pants
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Post by Kappa on Apr 11, 2023 4:47:02 GMT
Her green eyes lock onto a foot long love sausage pointed right at Jean's Tits.
Emma can't help but chuckle.
"Really? Yer queazy and ya still wanna play with my meat stick?! Girl, yer too much!"
It suddenly dawned on Jean that Emma is a transwoman AND the father of her unborn child.
"... What's going on?"
"What's going on is morning sickness." Emma points out. "And yer horny? But what else is new! But damn, girl, it's never been this bad!"
"Emma, something is wrong."
"Eat the ginger." Emma suggest.
"No, I -I shouldn't be here."
Emma sighs.
"Girl..."
-"You need to take maternity leave for your sake and the baby's." -"We ain't going on no hippy retreat this weekend. We've got lots of baby prepping to do." -"We are too old for a gang bang!" -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 11, 2023 15:38:15 GMT
"Hippie retreat?" Jean repeated with a raised brow.
"I know you like that sorta thing but we got too much to do around here. In a few months, we're gonna be Mommas, Jean!"
"Yeah..." Jean kept sliding her hands over her stomach, familiarizing herself with the feeling. Suddenly being pregnant and suddenly being married to a trans version of Emma Frost was terrifying...but the fear she'd first felt was slowly dripping away. The way Emma looked at her -- with such love and devotion -- it was hard to panic. Those blue eyes felt so calm and in control.
Did she want to stay in this reality forever? No, she knew it wasn't hers. But could she stay for a little while until Scott and the others came to rescue her? She didn't really see why not.
"Okay...we don't have to go."
Emma laughed, showing off yet another piercing on her tongue. "My sugar butt, foldin' that easy? Must be my lucky day. How bout we start puttin that crib together this weekend?"
"Sure." Jean nodded.
"And start chewin on some ginger! I ain't having all my hard work end up in the toilet."
---
Jean found out after breakfast that Emma was a member of a Southern-punk band named Frosty Spurs that was generating a fair amount of buzz in the Austin area where they lived. Jean was a waitress at a bar/grill downtown which is where the two originally met. The second Jean laid eyes on those tits, it was over for both of them. Less than a year later, they'd moved in together.
In this reality, Jean was very interested in holistic medicine, eco-friendly alternatives, and, when not pregnant, smoking lots and lots of weed. She was the stereotypical tie-dye wearing hippie and impending motherhood hadn't changed that. Jean had already requested a natural home birth (which absolutely terrified this Jean) and she was going to be on a no-formula plan. Only breast milk for little Rachel.
All of it hitting her at once was overwhelming but she was slowly acclimating to life as this version of Jean Grey. And she had to admit -- the kiss Emma gave her before heading to her studio felt incredible. Plush, soft lips against hers and the cool metal of Emma's lip ring. It was the kind of fantasy Jean never knew she wanted.
But not everything was fantasy. Emma and Jean really needed money for the baby so Jean was still waitressing even though she was getting pretty big with the baby (and with all the sweets Emma keeps making for her). Having never worked in the service industry, Jean was a little nervous but things had worked out okay so far. She decided to trust the process.
- Jean works at Xavier's Bar and Grill - Jean works at Betsy's Bar and Grill - Jean works at Cyclops' Bar and Grill
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Post by Kappa on Apr 11, 2023 18:23:28 GMT
"You're ten minutes late, missy, you're lucky you're my daughter or you'd get a write up." A Middle Aged Blonde, wrinkled skin leathery tanned, dressed in a black top that showed off her recently acquired boob job, wags a nagging finger at her restaurant.
Xavier's Bar and Grill.
"Sorry, Mom." Jean frowns, her uniform rather tight on her pregnant belly. Riding up high, Charlie's eyes was the disapproval needed.
"If you're really sorry, change your name back to Xavier. Honestly, Jean, my granddaughter being named Grey-Frost is just ridiculous!"
"I think it's nice." A middle aged man pops his head out the kitchen window.
"Thanks, Dad." Jean smiles at Eric Magnus.
"Stop babying her, Eric. This is exactly why she doesn't have a college degree!"
Eric rolls his eyes. His wife can be so difficult!
"Kitty is taking care of your tables, be sure to thank her and split your tips." Charlie insists.
"Yes, Mom."
"And are you still insisting on a natural birth???"
"Yes, Mom!" Jean responds as if on auto response.
Charlie shakes her head.
"Where did I go wrong? Why my daughter is willing to suffer like that? It's absurd!"
"Charlie." Eric once again chimes in.
"I know, I know! She's an adult!" Charlie groans. "Go take table 7's order, and if you need a break, for goodness sake, take one! You're too pregnant to be on your feet so long! Honestly, Jean, I can give you the money!" Charlie tuts.
"Charlie, we need you to sign for a shipment!" An employee shouts by the bar.
As Charlie saunters off, Jean can't help but feel inadequate. A 55 year old version of Charles Xavier has a better body than her. Wow!
"She's trying, baby." Eric assures. "Keep up those boundaries, and I'll pull her back if she goes too far."
"Thanks dad."
"She's right though." Eric looks down at Jean's feet. "Your ankles are so swollen!"
Jean nods, at least her dad seems nice enough!
-Jean goes through a very tiring shift -Jean learns her sisters are just as bad as her mom! -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 11, 2023 23:49:56 GMT
It was an hour into Jean's shift and she was feeling the burn. She used to think saving the day from an alien brood was tiring. Now, she realized waitressing while being six months pregnant was so, so much worse! Her ankles were horribly swollen and her belly was crying for support. Every so often, she had to stop, lean over and massage her aching back. It didn't help that she was very clearly overweight. Carrying around the extra pounds just made it all the more difficult.
Thankfully, her dad helped her take frequent breaks and her co-worker Kitty was extremely understanding. The twenty-one year old was only working at Xavier's till she graduated school. Jean was pretty sure she pitied Jean for working at her parents restaurant but she couldn't tell for sure. Life without telepathy certainly was different.
"And here's that extra ranch." Jean leaned down to give an attractive young couple their dip and felt her shirt become untucked from her skirt. She mentally groaned as she tried to pull it back down before either of the customers saw her stretchmarked skin. This big, pregnant body was just so unruly.
Face red with embarrassment, she turned away quickly only to be greeted by two more familiar faces.
"Jeannie! You're so big!"
It was none other than the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, and this reality's version of Quicksilver, who was apparently now a "she." Wanda was a very busty woman who had a soft and curvy figure that she carried well in a red pantsuit. Pietra was strikingly pretty and very slim.
Wanda came over and wrapped her arms around Jean. It was a little frightening to Jean that she couldn't get her arms all the way around thanks to her big belly.
"Oh, I remember when I was pregnant with the twins. I think by the sixth month, I was bed ridden," Wanda joked.
"I'm still getting around," Jean replied weakly.
"Just barely, it looks like," Pietra quipped cooly.
Jean got a flood of memories that reminded her of who Wanda and Pietra were to her in this reality. They were Eric's children from another marriage, so her step sisters. They had always been slimmer and more successful than Jean -- even in high school. Jean in this reality wasn't very book smart but Wanda got into Harvard and now had a fancy business job. Pietra had been in a model in her twenties but now she worked as a hiring agent at a modeling agency.
Meanwhile, Jean was still working at Xavier's. It didn't help that she married a local musician who Wanda thought "was going nowhere."
"Are you here to see Dad?" Jean asked flatly. The only thing that could make this shift worse was having to deal with those two. Jean honestly wasn't even a huge fan of Wanda in her past reality. But here she was absolutely terrible. Constantly showing off her "perfect" husband Vision, their adorable twins, and their massive suburban house.
She was Jean's biggest critic -- somehow even worse than Charlie. With Charlie, at least she was coming from a place of love. Wanda just seemed to enjoy humiliating Jean.
"No, we were actually just stopping in for lunch. Can we have a seat near the window?"
Jean sighed but nodded. "Sure, right over here."
"Are you planning on working here till you pop?" Wanda asked as she looked over the menu. Jean knew she'd just get a salad, like she always did. Pietra would probably get a water with a lemon slice.
"Yes. We need the money."
"Huh." Wanda drummed her long red fingernails against the table. Jean tugged at her too-tight top, hoping it'd stay down during this very awkward conversation.
"Maybe Emma needs to get a real job?" Pietra added slyly. She shot Jean a smirk.
"She has one. Her band is doing well. And by the way --" Rachel took that minute to give her bladder a firm kick. She blanched and nearly peed herself. "I have to go --"
"Try to keep the snacking to a minimum, little sister," Wanda chimed in with a laugh.
Jean's eye twitched. "I'm not going to grab food, Wanda," she growled. "My baby is treating my bladder like a punching bag."
"Perhaps you're going into labor," Pietra said casually. "I mean, you look like you're about to pop."
Jean's brow furrowed in confusion. She was big, but she wasn't nine months pregnant. She didn't look that pregnant. Did she?
With that thought, Jean's belly began to grow once again. Unbeknownst to everyone around her, Jean's pregnancy jumped ahead, from six months to nine months. Her shirt sprang up, revealing a very pregnant belly with a dark line going down from her popped out belly button. Her breasts filled out her bra completely and began to spill over the cups. And, of course, her ass grabbed a few more pounds, putting a strain on her waitress skirt.
Now, Pietra's comment couldn't have been more true. Jean looked much too pregnant to be doing much more than sitting at home. She felt heavy and incredibly full. Rachel turned over and Jean couldn't help but gasp. It felt like she was about to pop.
That feeling she'd just had -- the need to pee -- was intensified but this time, it felt different. There was no way for her to hold it and right in front of her bratty sisters, Jean's water broke.
- Charlie calls Emma and she comes to take Jean home - Reality changes again -- this is now Jean's second baby
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Post by Kappa on Apr 12, 2023 3:47:53 GMT
"Are you sure don't wanna go to the hospital???" Emma asks as a heaving redhead struggles in pain in the passenger seat.
"Gaaaah!" Jean screams.
Her eyes full of rage, it was clear she didn't want to hear anything about her choices in motherhood!
"Alright! Alright! I get! The Doula is at the apartment, sugar-butt... and the bathtub is full with salts!"
Jean smiles, just before a painful cramp cause her immense pain.
"You did this to me!" Jean groans. "You and your stupid punk music!"
Emma sighs, knowing it's just labor pains. But Jean definitely in a bad mood!
***
Hours later, dried from the tub, Jean lays in bed with a baby happily nursing her exposed nipple.
Emma sits to her right with a rather noticeable black eye. Charlie and Eric sit to Jean's left, Charlie shaking her head in annoyance.
"That black eye is the exact reason you should've taken drugs, Jean!" Charlie tuts. "And another thing--"
Eric places a hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"Let's give the new parents some space." Eric gets up.
Charlie rolls her eyes. In this cheap box of an apartment, that's very difficult!
As they leave, Jean, exhausted, looks at Emma with a frown.
"... Sorry I hit you during it." Jean apologizes.
".... Sorry I called you the c word." Emma laughs. "She's a real cutie, ain't she?"
Jean smiles, absolutely in love with her daughter.
- Emma decides to get a 9 to 5 - Reality alters, this is now their third kid! -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 12, 2023 13:31:23 GMT
A few weeks roll by and the Grey-Frosts are realizing how draining it is being parents to a newborn. Rachel is adorable and both her Mamas are absolutely smitten with her but that doesn't mean she's going easy on them. Emma can't remember the last time she slept for longer than a couple of hours and Jean's nipples are so chapped that she's afraid they might just fall off.
Money, which has always been a problem for them, has become a looming behemoth. Between diapers, onesies, pacifiers, wipes and all the other things that babies require, their meager savings were dwindling. At first, Jean had wanted to use cloth diapers (better for the environment) but she quickly realized why the vast majority of people used disposable diapers. They were a whole lot easier and, unfortunately, more expensive.
Emma's band was doing well but they weren't making enough and both Emma and Jean knew that. The couple needed more money if they were going to make ends meet. Their apartment was tiny and old but they were still barely making rent every month.
"I can ask Mom for money," Jean whispered softly. It was close to midnight on a Wednesday night. The plump redhead was breastfeeding her daughter. Her breasts had gotten even bigger and they frequently leaked through her bras. Fortunately, Jean didn't leave the apartment much these days.
Emma should've been trying to get some sleep but every time she closed her eyes, she saw stacks of bills piling up. "You know we can't be doin' that. She'd hang it over our heads fer years."
"True." Jean winched as Rachel's sucking became rough. She smoothed her baby, rubbing along her back. "Maybe when you all finally release your album, things will get better?"
Emma shook her head. "We both know that ain't true, Jeannie. I need a job. A real job."
Jean blinked. "Honey...what would you do? Music is all you've ever done."
Emma... - Gets a job at a fast food joint - Gets a job doing manual labor - Gets a job at a supermarket
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Post by Kappa on Apr 12, 2023 17:47:02 GMT
A blink of an eye, Emma is now wearing a jean jumpsuit commonly seen on a mechanic.
Her gut instantaneously rounded, Jean was surprised to see Emma pack on the pounds.
The majority of her piercings gone, what remained was a modest set from ear to ear. Her eyes heavy with bags, chin noticeably loose, Emma holds a can of bud light after a long day of work.
"It's not like I gave up music." Emma speaks in an exhausted tone. "But we got bills to pay. 3 kids ain't cheap."
"3?" Jean raises a puzzled brow.
Emma laughs, her breasts jiggling up and down.
"Yes, 3. And if ya keep trying to talk me into 4, I'm getting a vasectomy!" Emma jokes... kinda!
Jean was getting scared. Reality kept shifting here and there. This was all so confusing!
"And I like working at the shop." Emma assures. "Working on cars is pretty fun. Besides, I'm getting a promotion pretty soon. Fucking Tony, that piece of shit better not give that promotion to Tyler!"
Jean nods, feeling strangely aware of the context.
"Still, I love your music." Jean smile.
"I know ya do, sugar-butt. But we gotta think of the littles! Rachel is a kindergarten now!"
"She is?!"
Jean heart races. For some reason, Rachel being 5 gave her nothing but anxiety!
Emma nods.
"I think..."
-"If you wanna go back to school. You should." -"You should take your mom's offer and be a manager at her new store." -"You should take that job offer from your sister." -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 13, 2023 14:56:46 GMT
"Wanda offered me a job?"
Emma took a gulp of beer and nodded. "I know being a secretary don't sound like fun but you'd make more money than waitressing. Plus it wouldn't be so hard on your feet."
"Yeah." Jean frowned and cuddled up to Emma. "But the babies..."
"Wanda said there's a daycare at the office," Emma reminded her. "I think it might be good for us, sugar butt."
Reality had become water, constantly flowing and changing, but Jean was doing her best to go with the flow. The one thing that was constant? Her wife -- her Emma. And for that, she was grateful.
"Okay. I'll tell her tomorrow." Jean sighed. "Working with Wanda is going to be a nightmare."
"Just think of Natalie, Madelyne, and Rachel," Emma replied with a smile. "Our little girls need us."
Jean bit her lip and maneuvered her wide ass so she was straddling Emma on the bed. "And I...need you."
Jean had seen Emma naked many times but because of her pregnancy, they hadn't had sex. Right now, all she wanted was Emma's new belly jiggling beneath her!
She pulled the zipper down on Emma's jumpsuit and smiled at the sight of the blonde's massive cleavage. Her boobs were even bigger now that she was a plus-size gal and Jean couldn't be happier. Those creamy tits were nearly popping out of Emma's sweat soaked sports bra. Normally, Jean would've found Emma's sweaty, overfed body kind of gross but in this slice of reality, nothing got Jean's motor running harder than seeing her wifey in her work uniform. She could feel her desire wetting the front of her panties beneath her sweatshorts.
Jean's hands ran down to Emma's crotch. She felt a distinct hardness there that made her heart beat race. She was quite a bit bigger than Scott and she couldn't wait to feel that stick of gal meat inside of her.
"You're always horny, ain't ya, sugar butt?" Emma asked with a laugh.
"Is that a problem?" Jean asked as she pulled Emma's cock out of her boxers.
Emma tensed and groaned. Jean knew her way around her cock. "You won't see me complaining!"
- Emma falls asleep before Jean can orgasm. - Jean orgasms and reality shifts completely.
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Post by Kappa on Apr 13, 2023 17:29:25 GMT
Granted, in this new twisted existence, Jean and Emma have been a couple for years.
That being said, this was, for Jean, her first intimate experience with the blonde since reality altered their lives and bodies.
That 12 inch meat stick deep, deep up her pussy, hitting the right button at the right time, the sensation was perhaps the best orgasm Jean ever experienced.
... And then, just as it had been, her world around her once again shifts. This time, as she was getting off in way that confirmed she'd never been truly satisfied before.
"Uggh!" Jean moans, her body returned to moderately slender as she looks up to see none other than Scott.
Her green eyes blink erratically as Scott, shirtless, looks absolutely confused.
Jean has never made that kinda noise before.
"... You okay?" Scott questions.
Jean bites her lip, taking grip on everything around her.
... Did she just have some kind weird sexual fantasy?!
***
Two Weeks Later, the mutant community in New York City affectionately referred to as M-Town, Jean Grey finds herself at a community college founded by mutants known as Darwin Prep College.
Specifically, Jean was sitting in on a class for telepaths. Where a man that looked an awful lot like Matt Berry with golden yellow skin stood at the board.
"That's an interesting question, uh..."
"Madeline." Jean lies.
The man with a Posh British accent nods.
"It is possible for certain telepaths, during coitus, to experience out of body situations."
The Matt Berry Look Alike starts writing in the board.
"There have been cases of mental projections. Some literally transported their mental consciousness miles away from where they were. We refer to this as Astral Projection Orgasms. There have also been cases known as Possessive Orgasms, where the individual takes over the mind of another."
"... What about um... what about being in your own body, but you from a different world?"
"Multiversal Orgasms are a rarity. However, there have been cases with a few Omega Level Telepaths."
"And what about um... what about like the you and everyone around you constantly changing?"
Matt Berry looks perplexed.
"An unstable reality?"
Jean nods.
"That would be the first." Matt nods. "Jean." Matt doesn't bother with Jean's lie of a name. "Please stay after class, I'd love to hear more about this."
- Matt and his team research Jean's mind - Jean goes back to the mansion and confronts Emma -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 13, 2023 21:58:38 GMT
"Did you really think I wouldn't recognize Marvel Girl?" Matt asks with a chuckle. After the class left, he guided Jean back to his lab where a contraption similar to the Cerebro, though seemingly a lot more complicated. There was a mass of wires coming off the side and a huge computer hanging off the wall.
"I...well, I'm not really Marvel Girl anymore," Jean confessed with an awkward smile. "A bit too old for that moniker."
"You don't look a day past twenty-five," Matt replied kindly. "Now, before we begin digging into this, I want to introduce you to my team."
A punk-styled guy with bright pink hair came into the lab, followed by a small, awkward Asian girl wearing a white lab jacket. Matt smiled and them. "Meet --"
"Quentin?" Jean asked with a raised brow. "You ended up here?"
She recognized the mutant boy with a bad attitude from her own telepathy class. He had been gifted -- but he had a huge ego that, in Jean's mind, held him back.
"Ah, Mrs. Summers. It's been a while," Quentin said with his signature smirk. "Heard you're having multidimensional orgasms. With a twist."
Matt awkwardly cleared his throat. "Er...and behind him is Hisako. She's not a telepath but she had extensive experience researching Omega mutants."
She nodded at Jean and the redhead smiled.
"I would've gone to Xavier about this...but I heard you're making more moves in the telepathic research world than he is," Jean admitted.
"Yeah, he's an old man. He needs to step aside," Quentin asserted. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Really, we've just been lucky. Telepaths are so much more complicated than anyone really understands -- and we've happened upon some really interesting cases. Cases like yours."
"But also not like yours," Hisako admitted in a small case. "You accessed an unstable reality via heightened...feelings. That's uncharted territory."
- Matt's team asks more questions - Matt performs an experimental telepathic procedure - Jean gets a call from Scott
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