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Post by Kappa on Dec 2, 2021 19:02:59 GMT
PICK A THIS OR THAT!
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Jean Grey a pregnant secretary with a sexy new boss
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Emma Frost a fat and frumpy secretary with a sexy new boss
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Jean Grey a soccer mom who wounded up in a biker bar
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Emma Frost a waspy milf who ended up in a biker bar
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Jean Grey a middle aged manager and stripper at the X-Club
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Emma Frost a middle aged manager and stripper at the Hellfire Club
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Post by violetjames on Dec 2, 2021 20:21:33 GMT
1!
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Post by ken4444 on Dec 2, 2021 20:44:38 GMT
3 Definitely. Them two as middle aged strippers is hot.
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 2, 2021 21:33:48 GMT
3
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Post by Kappa on Dec 3, 2021 5:08:57 GMT
"It's not like reality being altered is a new thing for me." A 47 year old redhead, her hoarse voice the product of a decade's relationship with nicotine, pear shaped in form, stands in front of a full length mirror, her hips wide, her legs bumpy and riddled with cellulite, big, round hams connected by swollen kankles, with green polished hands grabbing onto an excess of flab formed into two distinct rolls of fat highlighted with faded red stretch marks.
Her breasts massive, h cups drooping down her extra ripe muffin top, her shoulders and arms spongey, separated tightly by an ugly beige bra, matched with an equally bland, equally uninspiring, equally basic pair of granny panties, Jean can't help but find this particular existence terrible.
... Especially as thoughts of a strip club came to mind. Xavier's Gifted, a strip club Jean happens to work as a manager... and a stripper!
"God, how am I still grinding the pole at my age?!" Jean questions, passively accepting her status as middle aged for a brief moment. Green Eyes widened, forehead crinkled, she shakes her head, her dyed red locks shaking in the process. "Get a hold of yourself! This isn't you!" Jean speaks firmly. "You just have to wait this out!" Jean reasons.
The sounds of Pump Up The Jam playing in the background, Jean frowns, her alarm going off, her shift starting in roughly ten minutes.
"... Maybe I should call in sick?" Jean reasons. However, before anything can happen, she gets a call from none other than Emma Frost!
Emma Frost, who...
- Is aware reality was altered and is freaking out.
- Is unaware reality was altered and wants to know why Jean is late for work.
-Is unaware reality was altered and wants to know why her favorite stripper isn't at the club yet!
-Suggestions
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 3, 2021 10:28:26 GMT
Is unaware reality was altered and wants to know why her favorite stripper isn't at the club yet!
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Post by Kappa on Dec 3, 2021 18:45:44 GMT
The image of a rotund blonde dressed in a blue windbreaker with a white collar and shoulders, a gut so massive it broke the zipper, her legs wrapped tightly in a pair of white yoga pants, her figure a butterball apple, her chin doubled, her round face highlighted by soft, kissable lips with wrinkles limited thanks to a layer of fat came to mind as Jean has a phone call with a regular. Her regular. Mrs Emma Summers.
"Where the blazes are you?!" A husky voice, a condescending tone, an arrogant and uppity tone, shrieks over the phone. "I've got less than an hour before I have to pick up Celeste and Phoebe from soccer practice. Why aren't you here?!"
Jean looks at the clock with a raised brow.
"Um... My shift isn't for another ten minutes." Jean speaks meekly.
A loud huff glitches in echo thanks to Jean's cheap, out of date, broken mobile. The distortion emphasized thanks to Brick House in the background.
"This is unacceptable!" Emma speaks heavily with a Karen vibe. " I am a paying customer and I practically your boss!"
Jean rolls her eyes. Emma is at that strip club 7 days a week and, on average, 6 hours a day. In the passed 24 years, Emma has payed for braces, school trips, cars. Heck, thanks to Emma, Jean's kids went to a private school!
Jean sighs, pinching the top of her nose.
"My shift isn't till 5." Jean explains. "Why not have Kitty or Storm or Lollipop..."
"That little sissy boy could wear your underwear as a gown!" Emma growls. "I demand a big, round posterior to enjoy before my wretched domestic life forces me back with that insufferable, bald, bore of a husband!"
Jean sighs. In a lot of ways, Emma has the kind of life she always wanted... OR, well, this particular Jean. It was hard to think straight, especially as a closet lesbian housewife barked orders at her.
"Kitty's butt is pretty big." Jean reasons.
"Kitty is too young!" Emma scoffs. "I enjoy women my own age. Mature, refined, matronly!"
It was that weird combination of an insult and compliment Jean's grown use to.
"Look, I'll be there soon." Jean assures, muttering under her breath. "And I might be late thanks to you." Jean looks at the clock with a frown.
-Jean gets to the strip club and gives Emma her Wednesday Usual -As Emma waits for her "date" she can't help thinking something is off. -Jean gets to the strip club and notices her new hire, Lollipop, sucking off the club's bouncer. Sabertooth.
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 3, 2021 22:38:23 GMT
Jean gets to the strip club and gives Emma her Wednesday Usual
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Post by Kappa on Dec 4, 2021 5:55:00 GMT
"I have 45 minutes." Emma, sitting atop a heart shaped bed, crosses her arms with a wrinkle inducing scowl.
Jean, sweaty from a car currently without a working air conditioner, wheezes with a plastic bottle of water in one hand and a banana in the other.
"Hold on." Jean insists.
Emma clicks her tongue in disapproval.
"I HAVE 45 MINUTES." Emma repeats herself, tapping her sneakered toe.
"Hold on!" Jean chews. She needed all the potassium she could get on a Wednesday. On her knees, arched high, her big, blubbery rear in the air, Emma would slurp that tush like it was Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup!
"Honestly, Jean!" Emma tuts, rolling her eyes. "At this point in our relationship, you should be better prepared by now!"
Emma likes eating ass every single Wednesday. One of her few delights in life. All of which involve intimate alone time with Jean!
"Look, I had a rough night." Jean blurts out.
Emma scoffs.
"What was so bad that my schedule would be ruined?" Emma asks selfishly.
"Well, for starters..."
-"I'm going to be a grandmother!" -"Your daughter found out about us!" -"my jaw still hurts from last night, Emmy!"
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 4, 2021 12:26:20 GMT
Your daughter found out about us!"
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Post by Kappa on Dec 5, 2021 6:46:40 GMT
"... Irma?" Emma raises a puzzled brow, the mood dead by this revelation... one would imagine.
"Esme." Jean responds.
"... Oh." Emma sighs. "Well..." Emma taps on the bed loudly with the palm of her hand, her arms jiggling in the process, as well as her big, round breasts.
Jean's eyes lit up in surprise.
"Are you seriously going to ignore this?" Jean asks with deep concern in her voice. "Your daughter knows you're gay!"
Emma chuckles lightly.
"Jean, I am a very busy woman. I don't have time to gab." Emma once again taps on the bed loudly. "Now, are you going to let me enjoy my routine or do I need to speak with the owner about his unruly manager?!"
Jean shakes her head.
"You're unbelievable." Jean frowns, her freckled body wrapped in green lingerie. A racy number that highlights her pear shaped figure, her wide hips, her meaty thighs, and matronly chest.
Hips swaying, Jean squats onto the bed, her weight causing the springs to creak, a banana still in hand, chewing each and every needed bite of potassium. "What if Scott finds out you practically live in a strip club?!"
Emma snorts.
"That imbecile?! Don't worry, Esme isn't the first daughter to stumble on her mother's..." Emma coughs. "Uh... shall we say hobby? Anyways, I'm sure a nose job or a new car will keep her quiet."
Jean laughs, her belly aquiver.
"Wow, you're unbelievable."
"Thank you." Emma smiles.
"... That wasn't a compliment." Jean rolls her eyes.
-Emma eats ass. -On break, Jean comes across her new hire, Lollipop. -Back at home, Emma is annoyed how difficult her daughter is being.
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 5, 2021 19:00:37 GMT
"Mom, this is serious! We need to talk!"
"Sweetie, there's nothing to talk about," Emma said firmly as she poured a pot of boiling spaghetti into a colander. Her hands were making dinner but her mind was still at the strip club...Jean's taste was still on her lips!
"Mom, you're GAY! That's a lot to talk about!"
"Keep it down," Emma shot back quickly. "Everyone in town doesn't need to know."
"Does dad...?"
Emma chuckled. "No. Definitely not. And he won't find out!"
Esme leaned against the door and crossed her arms. "Mom, you shouldn't live a lie. You need to tell him. And you need to stop going to that...that strip club! It's gross."
Emma rolled her eyes. Her daughter was being a lot more difficult than she had anticipated! "Honey, how about I get you a new car? If you keep this just between us, that lime green VW bug is yours!"
Esme shook her head. "A car? Mom, I'm more concerned about my mom's wellbeing than getting some stupid car. I want you to be happy. And, clearly, dad isn't going to do that for you."
- Esme tells Scott his wife is gay - Emma calls Jean -- and she's upset! - Jean has to take care of her kids
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Post by Kappa on Dec 5, 2021 22:47:55 GMT
A tongue up her big, fat ass was all Jean could think about that night on her couch.
It was weird, being anally pleasured by a fat soccer mom version of Emma Frost. If the joyous orgasms weren't one thing it was the realization that a 200 pound Karen with a daily box wine drinking habit and a dangerously overindulgent sweet tooth had a much better body by comparison!
"Can my ass be any bigger?" Jean grumbles, sitting on her couch, looking at a recliner she wouldn't dare to try. That butt of hers is practically a wrecking ball!
The landline rings, Jean grunts as she hoists her body upwards, yelping as a slight tinge of pain shoots from her lower back.
"I think there's some icy hot in the bathroom." Jean reasons. Feeling so old and frumpy.
She shuffles to the kitchen, looking at pictures of 3 redheaded girls pass her by. There was Jean young and youthful, with a pregnant belly. Jean, once again pregnant, with a five year old showing off a Dora the explorer backpack. Jean, pregnant one final time, with a ten year old and a five year old dressed for Halloween as princesses. Time marched forward with each and every picture. Jean stops, looking at a recent pic of herself with a pregnant 25 year old, a pregnant 20 year old, and a 15 year old with dyed black hair.
"How'd I raise a goth?" Jean questions. "Hope's natural color is so pretty too! I'd kill to have my color naturally like that again!" Jean sighs.
The phone continues to ring, Jean shuffles into the kitchen, a table with an empty stack of pizza boxes accumulated over the week with a new one on the way.
"Hello?" Jean asks curiously.
"I'm afraid I can't see you to tomorrow." A familiar voice moans.
"Emma?"
It was at this point Jean remembered phone calls between the two were very common. Daily. Emma always had a nightly chat with her favorite stripper. A combination of judging Jean's professionalism and just general chit-chat.
"Esme, unfortunately, is being... difficult." Emma complains. "Which means I should avoid my Thursday Routines."
Jean's eyes lit up, realizing Thursdays were always Emma spanking Jean's big fat ass and eating Emma's well kept bush!
"So, if I have to suffer..."
-Emma wants to have phone sex -Emma will pay Jean to to wear a butt plug all day -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Dec 5, 2021 23:36:48 GMT
Phone sex
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Post by Kappa on Dec 6, 2021 1:17:08 GMT
"What are you eating?" Emma asks with a great sense of curiosity.
The bell rings, Jean waddles off and Emma repeats herself. "What are you eating?" Emma starts to breath heavily.
Jean grabs the pizza and heads towards her couch.
"A large pepperoni with jalapeño, bacon, and sausage."
"You need to eat healthier." Emma tuts. "Are you trying to end up on a rascal?!" Emma giggles.
Jean opens the box and quickly grabs a slice, the greasy treat a pure delight to her tastebuds.
"Hey, I get plenty of exercise!"
Yes, if you count sex. Sure!
"Are you just having pizza?" Emma questions. "Or did you get cheese bread too?"
Jean sighs.
"Yes." Jean mumbles as she masticates.
"And chicken wings?"
Jean frowns with a leg in hand.
"Your hands must be disgustingly greasy at this point!" Emma teases. "Touch yourself."
"What?!" Jean asks in shock.
"Touch yourself!" Emma demands. "Wait, but dip your fingers in the ranch first!"
"... It's actually blue cheese."
'Ugh! That's right, you're one of those people?!" Emma gags. "Fine, dip your index and middle finger in the blue cheese right now, Jeanie! Do it! Do it!"
-Jean complies -Jean refuses to do this. Emma, annoyed, submits to just talking -Jean refuses. Emma, annoyed, points out she's a paying customer
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