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Post by Kappa on Jan 23, 2022 21:42:17 GMT
"Hello, you've reached Frost's Dimensional Catering, this is Emma Frost..." A Mature Blonde, nice and round, dressed in a white apron around her big, flabby belly with two distinct folds, speaks over the phone in a husky voice as she sits in her recliner, her swollen feet soaking in hot water, her hair in pink curlers, her double chinned face plastered in a green tea scented facial mask.
"How can I help you today?" Emma inquires with her boxy old tv, currently on a trashy program called MJ's Shot of Love, in mute. Her free hand holding a glass of boxed wine.
"Mhmm..." Emma sips between responses, her blue eyes widened at ten sight of a 60 year old redhead, pear shaped in form, prancing around in a bikini.
What is wrong with Mary Jane? The woman acts like a child!
"Mhmm..." Emma continues to sip as a cat pounces onto her lap. "Not now, Fluffy!" Emma scolds, nearly spilling."Sorry, my cat just jumped on me. Yes, I can do Saturday. I'd be happy to catering your..."
-Wedding -Anniversary -Baby Shower -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 23, 2022 23:52:03 GMT
Baby shower 😈
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Post by Kappa on Jan 24, 2022 0:30:32 GMT
"I make great appetizers for baby showers!" Emma assures between sips of her wine.
She pauses the program, right as MJ slowly sinks into the hot tub, her bingo wings a frozen jiggling whoosh on the screen. Middle Aged Men smiling with anticipation.
Emma hoists her body upwards in an exhausted grunt, her cat dashing towards the kitchen, her knees shaky, her lower back achy, her belly jiggling considerably worse than MJ's arms and muffin top.
"Bacon and Cheese Tortilla Pinwheels, Buffalo Chicken Mozzarella Sticks, Meatball Sliders, Fried Pickle Chips with a Spicy Cheese Sauce Dip..." As Emma's flabby tummy starts to growl, she smirks, hearing someone else's belly growl as well.
"I take it that's a yes for the menu? Believe me, I know what a pregnant woman wants to eat!"
At the kitchen, Emma grabs a pen and waddles towards a notepad on the fridge.
"I just need to the universe and the name of the mother to be."
"Sure, it's..."
-Jean Grey, in a universe where she's married to Scott. A housewife. -Jean Grey, in a universe where she's married to Logan. Headmistress at Xavier Memorial. -Rachel Summers, a 26 year old in law school. -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 24, 2022 0:41:41 GMT
Jean Grey, in a universe where she's married to Logan. Headmistress at Xavier Memorial.
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Post by Kappa on Jan 24, 2022 1:00:20 GMT
"Earth 616-A11." A Pregnant Redhead, hair in an updo, dressed in a green maternity dress, sits on a couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream on her big, round belly.
"Ooh, I love catering that world." Emma gushes over the phone. "You're the world where Captain Marvel is President of Earth, right?"
"That's right." Jean confirms between spoonfuls of her sweet treat. "Xavier Memorial at Xavier Hills in New York."
Jean hears the sounds of scribbles followed by the meows of a hungry cat.
"In a minute, Fluffy!" Emma shouts. "Sorry, my cat is hungry."
"It's fine. Thanks, Ms Frost, I really appreciate you catering my baby shower."
"Think nothing of it!" Emma assures. "Believe me, I've catered plenty of them! Especially your..." Emma starts to cough.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh nothing, just something in my throat." Emma speaks nervously. "Ill be there at 8 sharp. Thanks for using Frost Dimensional Catering!"
When the call ends, Emma slowly bang's her head on the fridge.
"Idiot! You know that's a stupid thing to say to a Jean Grey! Idiot!"
"Rawrrr!"
"In a minute, Fluffy, mommy is having a meltdown!"
-We learn more about Emma Frost -Emma on Saturday -Fluffy is actually Mystique. She has a really weird relationship with this particular version of Emma -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 24, 2022 1:11:03 GMT
Fluffy is Mystique
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Post by Kappa on Jan 24, 2022 2:29:24 GMT
"Rawrr!" Fluffy continues to moan.
"Hold on, Fluffy."
"Rawwrrr!"
"Give Mama a second to..." Emma looks down to see an naked old woman, wrinkled like a pruned, riddled with blue veins, age spots, and cellulite, with saggy blue skin drooping from her eyes, hair short and white in a friz.
"Rawrr!" Mystique continues her hungered fueled tantrum.
Emma sighs. She's been taken care of Raven in her old age for seven years now. Rarely is she not a cat these days. That being said, she can wind up in her natural form, or, in many cases, elderly versions of friends, family, and even celebrities.
Mystique once spent an entire week as a 90 year old version of Selena Gomez. That was one heck of a week for the sitter!
"Damn it, Mystique, you know the sitter prefers you as a cat." Emma shakes her head. "She charges extra when you're not a cat!"
"Rawrr!"
"I know, I know." Emma sighs, squatting low on a loud, painful grunt as she goes for Raven's hand.
"Hissssss!" Mystique growls.
<"Let me take your paw."> Emma telepathically commands. Raven complies, they both yelp with pain as they slowly lift upwards, Raven's saggy, wrinkled breasts flapping every which way.
As Raven sits at the table, Emma, holding a can of tuna, shakes her head.
"Yeah, I can't feed you cat food when you're not a cat." Emma sighs. "How's a tuna melt?"
"Rawrr!"
"That's my girl!" Emma smiles, a difficult process considering the face masked hardened on her round face.
As Emma cooks, Raven meowing every now and then, she thinks about seeing Jean. It's always something to think about considering...
-She was married to her world's Jean. -She use to date her world's Jean. -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 24, 2022 4:09:15 GMT
Had married Jean, had three kids, drifted apart and currently separated
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Post by Kappa on Jan 24, 2022 4:37:45 GMT
"Where is Jean?" Raven, sitting naked in a chair, asks while chewing on her sandwich during what has become a more and more rare case of lucidity.
Emma, sipping on her wine, avoids looking at the dribble of Mayo running down Raven's jowls and onto her floppy, blue veined tits.
"Aren't you two married?"
"We were, Fluffy." Emma pats Raven on the hand like a cat, getting behind Raven's ear, scratching it softly. "We're separated now."
"Don't you have kids?"
"Yes, Raven."
"Where are they? Um... Rachel? Where is Rachel? Is she still in second grade?"
"Rachel is 33 and has two kids of her own, Fluffy." Emma reminds Mystique. "They visited you last week, remember?"
Mystique looks at Emma with a blank stare.
Emma sighs.
"Sorry, of course you didn't."
When Raven finished her meal, out of nowhere, she transforms back into a chubby old calico, fumbling towards the couch for a nap.
Emma, standing by the chair, holding one of Mystique's robes, sighs.
"It's annoying taking this out every time, Fluffy." Emma complains. "I wish you wore it just once, Fluffy!"
-More about Emma's life -That Saturday during the baby shower -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 24, 2022 5:41:59 GMT
More of Emma's life
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Post by Kappa on Jan 24, 2022 15:59:01 GMT
"Have you signed the papers yet?" Emma asks over the phone for a recorded message as Fluffy loudly purrs herself to sleep. "Pick up the phone Jean! Honestly, I need those blasted papers!"
Emma nearly slams her fist on the table, but stops herself for two reasons. The first, her carpal tunnel is acting up. The second, loud noises scare Fluffy... and she just shifted back to her true form not half an hour ago, Emma has no interest seeing flappy old boobs again today.
"I'll be off universe this weekend." Emma sighs. "Leave the papers under my welcome mat, please. Oh... and I'll be at Sarah's christening and I'll bring that cake you like. IF YOU SIGN THE GOD DAMNED PAPERS!"
"Rawrrr!" Fluffy moans.
"Sorry, Fluffy." Emma apologizes in a softer tone. "Just get those papers signed, Jean. Okay?"
The phone is answered.
"Jean?"
"You're making that cake, Emmy! End of discussion!"
"Jean, you--"
The phone call ends, Emma moans.
"God damn it!" Emma slams her fist on the table.
"Rawrrr!"
"Sorry, Fluffy, sorry!" Emma shakes her head.
-That Saturday in another version of Earth -How's Emma's Ex Jean doing? -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 24, 2022 20:30:02 GMT
How Jean is doing
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Post by Kappa on Jan 25, 2022 2:32:00 GMT
A middle aged redhead, heavily pear shaped, dressed elegantly in a green top with white capris, sits in her living room with her pregnant daughter, her spitting image at 25, on one side and her older daughter, 33, nursing her twins.
"That mother of yours." Jean tuts. "How dare she rob our granddaughters of the perfect party because we're having a little spat!"
<"Little Spat?"> Natalie telepathically whispers to her sister, Rachel, as her twins greedily suckle for milk.
<"Drop it"> Rachel insists.
"And how can she leave this reality just before the twin's christening? That's so selfish!"
"She needs the work, mom." Natalie defends her mother.
Jean glares at icy aura of rage at her daughter.
Rachel sighs.
<"I told you to drop it.">
"What, you think I'm the bad guy here? You mother left me, Natalie."
"Yeah, after you--"
"Can we please just have a nice dinner as a family?!" Rachel interjects.
Jean, instinctively, rubs her hand on Rachel's shoulder.
"Are the twins too much for you, baby? Are you a little stressed out? I've been there." Jean says sympathetically, oblivious she was the stress.
<"Wow."> Natalie whispers to Rachel.
<"I will punch you in the boobs, I swear!">
-That Saturday -Jean gives Emma a call -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 25, 2022 3:04:33 GMT
Jean drunk calls Emma after a wine night
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Post by Kappa on Jan 25, 2022 5:50:18 GMT
"I hope you're happy. Your daughters are a mess because of you. You big meanie!" A flushed Jean shouts over the phone at 2 in the morning. Sitting on a couch, she holds a bottle of wine nearly empty at this point. "Do you have any idea what this separation is doing to our kids?! Huh?! Huh?! You're breaking their hearts with all this divorce none sense. When are you going to act like an adult and come back home you big, fat meanie?!"
Emma, laying in bed with fluffy on her lap, rolls her eyes with a neck pillow keeping her body straight and her gut out and wide.
"... I have to leave this reality in 6 hours for a job, Jean."
"Oh, that's so like you!" Jean complains. "Do you ever think about the people who love you, huh?! You selfish ass?!"
Emma sighs.
"I take care of an elderly shapeshifter with Alzheimer's that thinks she's a cat most of the time."
"That's right, play that card again, Emmy! You love playing that card, don't you?!"
"...You're impossible." Emma gives up. "Get some rest, Jean."
"Meanie."
Emma hangs up the phone. Immediately, her phone starts to buzz. Annoyed, she turns off her phone.
"Great, let's just hope Fluffy wakes me up in time!"Emma moans.
-That Saturday in another universe -Jean got an Uber to Emma's apartment -Suggestion
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