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Post by nobody14 on Jan 25, 2022 13:45:14 GMT
In another universe
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Post by Kappa on Jan 25, 2022 16:08:21 GMT
Emma Frost stands outside the gate of Xavier Memorial at 8 in the morning with bags under her eyes and clenched in her big, meaty hands.
"Thanks for coming." A Pregnant Jean in her early 30s smiles at the middle aged blonde.
"Thanks for hiring me." Emma yawns, making her double chin jiggle.
"You okay?" Jean looks concerned.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just had a difficult night."
"I know how that is!" Jean taps her swollen middle with a giggle. "And it'll just be worst after the baby, right?"
Emma nods, remembering her own experiences with her version of Jean. Nights are rarely quiet with kids involved.
"So, um, just off the bat... people might stare at you." Jean rubs her neck.
"I know." Emma laughs, her belly jiggling. "This world's me is a sexy young terrorist, right?"
"Exactly." Jean smiles, thinking about that particular Emma.
Emma's eyes lit up. She could tell when any Jean is smitten a mile away.
Great, it's one of these worlds!
"The kitchen's set up for you, I'd like the appetizers by eleven and thanks for the help." Jean smiles warmly.
"Again, don't mention it."
As Emma waddles off, she could feel Jean, still standing by the gate, starring fondly at the woman.
"Great, she's gonna gawk at me all day, isn't she. Just what I need!" Emma sighs.
-Emma comes across a few aged X-Men -This world's Emma -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 25, 2022 16:39:04 GMT
This worlds Emma
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Post by Kappa on Jan 25, 2022 17:24:23 GMT
The Sisterhood of Mutants are known for their often underhanded attacks. Striking when the enemy was most relaxed.
Emma Frost, a gorgeously stunning leader, sexy, slender, powerful, simply adored this tactic. Messing with Jean and her X-Men was always such a treat!
That pregnant Bimbo deserves a little mischief now and then!
But today...
"Scout?"
"Yes, Ms?" A mutant, with blue skin, dressed in a red hoodie, who can scope surroundings, asks as she projects the Xavier Compound in Emma's war council room.
"... Why is there an old version of me making pizza bagels?"
Her women, all silent, heads down, many trying not to laugh, feel bad for Scout. It was definitely one of those don't shoot the messenger situation!
"That is a good question!" The Scout nods. "... I-I don't know!"
Emma is a loss for words for a good 5 minutes. Until she blushes a deep shade of red, her body frantically flailing.
"Look at that belly! It's huge! And those boobs! That must be murder on my back! And those arms? They're like hams! And what happened to my hair?! That looks horrible! I look like someone's frumpy old mom! What the hell is going on?!
"... I think you look great for your age."
"...Shut up!" Emma huffs. "No, this humiliation will not stand!"
"So... are we going to--"
"No." Emma shakes her head. "I need to have a word with Jean. This kind of behavior is unacceptable! Even I wouldn't stoop so low!"
No one around Emma commented as her older self slowly kneels down in loud painful grunt, her gut jiggling, her fat ass on full display as she picks up a pizza bagel on the floor... and eats it!
"... I'm going to kill that bitch!" Emma screeches.
-Middle Aged Emma comes across a few familiar faces in the kitchen. -Young Emma shows up at Xavier's, pissed.
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 25, 2022 17:54:06 GMT
Familiar faces
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Post by Kappa on Jan 25, 2022 18:52:05 GMT
As The Middle Aged Emma calmly slices potatoes on a cutting board, she notices a hand over by the chicken quesadillas.
"Hello." Emma looks up to see a pregnant brunette, small and petite, dressed in a yellow maternity dress with a brown leather vest, her face stuffed like chipmunk cheeks.
"Fello." Kitty Pryde mumbles with food in her mouth.
Emma smiles. This is party is going to be full familiar and, likely, pregnant faces. It's likely a lot of her dishes won't make it out of the kitchen!
"I'll have the apps out soon." Emma says, Kitty grabbing a handful mozzarella sticks.
"That's nice."
Emma sighs, lifting her hand up, slowly changing it to diamond.
"I will honk your head, Kitty."
Kitty's eyes lit up, still chewing on the greasy delights Emma has cooked, she turns towards the door, grabbing a handful of onion rings, waddling her wides hips out as quick as possible.
"Baby Showers." Emma shakes her head.
-Another X-Men pops in for snacks -The Young Emma has a lot of things to say to Jean -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 25, 2022 19:38:47 GMT
Some of Emma's assistants talk with their alternate selves before Emma's voice is heard screaming at Jean
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Post by Kappa on Jan 26, 2022 5:30:11 GMT
Her bingo wings jiggle as they slice and dice onions on a cutting board.
Sweaty, tired, with pain in her lower back, Emma wipes her brow with a rag she keeps dangling by the side of her big round belly.
"God, kitchens are awful with hot flashes!" Emma moans in discomfort.
Suddenly, Emma hears a knock on the door.
"Sorry we're late."
"Finally!" Emma says with relief in her voice. "What took you girls so long?!"
Emma turns to see her five assistants, late for the job, as usual, standing at the door with smocks and aprons.
"Sorry, Emmy." A pear shaped version of Storm bows her head. "You know how it is with the commute."
"I got here on time." Emma growls.
"Well, it's weird coming to places like this!" A rotund Kitty Pryde points out. 50 years old, hair frizzy, eyes topped with a pair of glasses. "I hate coming across young, thin versions of myself! It really messes with my self esteem!"
"First off, get over it. Second, this world's kitty is pregnant and I'm pretty sure won't lose the baby weight judging on her appetite." Emma spitefully smirks. "Now, get your butts in gear! Now!"
"Kay, Boss." A Middle Aged Rogue, the thinnest of the group, saunters towards the sauce pans.
"We're on it!" Jubilee, the 35 year old, nice and plump, dressed in a pink headband, wiggles her way towards the poultry.
"Mind if I turn on the air?" Betsy, the seductively alluring Brit with purple hair in bob, asks as she fans herself.
"Like I haven't done that already!" Emma wheezes. "Start making sausage rolls or you're canned, Braddock!" Emma claps, her body jiggling with sweat.
"Start answering my questions or I will burn this place to the ground, Jean!" A younger voice screeches from the halls.
"... That sounds like you." Kitty raises a puzzled brow.
Emma lowers her head, annoyed.
"Great, it's going to be one of those parties!"
- The Young Jean and Emma have their argument -Apps are served -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Jan 26, 2022 11:02:15 GMT
Young Jean and Emma have their argument
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Post by Kappa on Jan 26, 2022 16:26:13 GMT
"Did you think it was funny? Doing something so heinously cruel and humiliating?! Do you think I'd just ignore some haggish version of myself serving you Buffalo Wings?!" Emma crosses her arms with an army behind her. "What in god's name were you thinking, Jean?!"
The Middle Aged Emma, taking a break, watches this fight with the aid of telepathy. That being said, they're loud enough without the aid of superpowers.
"I'm just trying to have a baby shower, Emma. What's the problem here?"
"I'm involved!" Emma shouts loudly. "And why I am so ridiculously fat?!"
The Middle Aged Emma clenches. She's a gain a couple pounds since menopause, but she wouldn't call her self ridiculous fat!
"Oh, that little girl deserves a beating." The Middle Aged Emma mumbles to herself.
"She's from another universe, she's a great caterer, how about you calm down for once in your life?!" Jean scowls. "Also, so what if she has a little meat on her bones, I think she looks amazing for her age! You'd be so lucky to look like her in your 50s!"
Emma blushes as her army giggles. Utterly humiliated at that comment.
"You-You fat assed bimbo! I'll never look so slovenly!" Emma stammers in rage.
"Quit saying that stuff. You'd look great with a few extra pounds!" Jean stomps her foot.
"You need to calm down." Storm, Vice Principal at Xavier Memorial, a slender beauty in a tan pantsuit, places a hand on Jean's shoulder. "This kind of stress isn't good for you or the baby."
Storm glares at Emma.
"Please, just leave, this is not a good time for this crap!"
Emma growls.
"How dare you! I am here because I have been insulted!"
"Quit saying that!" Jean buckles down. "Just because you don't look like a supermodel forever doesn't make you any less super! Did you ever stop and think that kind of appearance is something to appreciate?! I wouldn't mind growing old like that and with someone like that you shallow hussy! You..." Jean starts to blush.
Everyone stares at her. That comment couldn't have been closer to a confession!
"I um... leave, Emma!" Jean demands. "I-I don't have time for this!"
As Jean waddles off, Emma's army makes their leave, leaving Emma and Storm alone.
Storm shakes her head.
"You two need to fuck and get it over with." Storm crosses her arm. "Seriously, you're both too fucking old for this shit! Fuck and get it over with!"
Emma lowers her head, sweaty and nervous. Storm doesn't know what she's talking about.
Except she does!
- The apps are served. -Emma has a chat with her younger self -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 26, 2022 20:29:46 GMT
Emma makes her crew serve while she talks with her younger self, who is in so much denial she throws some of the apps in her older self's face
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Post by Kappa on Jan 27, 2022 4:32:19 GMT
The Young Emma, her girls long gone, sits on the stoop with a frazzled look on her slender face.
"Chicken Satay?" A husky voice asks, waving the treat from Emma's left shoulder.
The Young Emma quickly smacks it onto the floor.
"Hey!" The Older Emma responds fast. "I was just trying to be nice!"
"Like I need the calories!" The Young Emma pouts. "I've settled it here and now, I'm a strict vegan!"
The Older Emma smirks. God, how many times did she make that claim? Bacon is just too good!
As the Older Emma sits to the Younger's left, grunting loudly in the process, she rubs her knees, making the Younger Emma extremely embarrassed.
"What happened to you?" The Younger Emma asks with deep disgust on her face.
"Life. Kids. A wife." Emma sighs. "I get it, I've been in your shoes before. You think I like being the 'Old Emma'?" The Middle Aged Emma makes air quotes with her sausage fingers. "But it's good for you. You need some humility."
The Younger Emma rolls her eyes.
"I'm perfectly humble."
The Older Emma laughs, her belly jiggling, snorting like a pig, making the Younger Emma utterly repulsed.
"Everybody gets old, Emma. Even you. Metabolisms slow down, skin wrinkles, and joints ache. That's what life is, Princess. You get old or you die."
The Younger Emma drops her jaw. It's horrifying to see herself like this!
"... Why does Jean..."
The Older Emma smirks.
"She just does. It's weird. My Jean's the same way... Except you are clearly the crazy one."
"I am not!"
"You are. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's everything you want, but you're scared about what happens ten, twenty, thirty years from now. You're a coward, so you play these little games to keep her at a spot you feel comfortable with."
-Emma and Emma continue their conversation -Jean has a chat with Middle Aged Rogue -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 27, 2022 14:22:39 GMT
Jean chats with Rogue
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Post by Kappa on Jan 27, 2022 16:36:41 GMT
Her mastication fueled on anger and sexual frustration, Jean chews and chews away with a plate heavy with greasy and cheesy treats.
"Better save room for dessert, Sugah." A Middle Aged Rogue, slender and mature, dressed in a white smock smiles kindly as she sits to Jean's right. "I make the best beignet fritters in any reality!" Anna Marie chuckles, slapping her knee.
She pauses, looking distressed.
"You okay?" Jean looks concerned as Rogue begins to rube her fingers.
"Damn arthritis." Rogue sighs. "Avoid getting old if you can, sugah. It's a bitch!"
Jean nods, looking at own her Rogue, in a brown cloak, across the room, nervously avoiding eye contact with her older self.
"Ain't she funny. You think she'd be the least nervous around me! Four Youngins and I'm as fit as a fiddle!" Rogue smirks proudly.
"Four?" Jean raises a puzzled brow.
"Yes Ma'am. Lisa-May, Sarah-Sue, Rachel-Beth, and Allie-Ruth. Mama's pride and joys!"
... That sounded more like four to Jean... but she decided that would be rude to go into.
-Jean and Rogue continue chatting -The Young Emma enters the party and apologizes to Jean -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 27, 2022 18:22:05 GMT
Continue chatting
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