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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 4, 2022 15:28:47 GMT
Emma Frost was Salem Center High's resident bad girl. Everyday she neglected the school's dress code in favor of torn jeans, a leather jacket, and tons of facial piercings. Even though she was only seventeen, she already had five tattoos -- one of which was a rose on her neck. Her hair was dyed lavender at the tips and half of it was shaved in a buzz cut style. Everything about her screamed "don't fuck with me." Everything but her girlfriend.
"Thanks for picking me up from cheer practice, baby!"
The blonde rolled her eyes as the bubbly redhead hopped into Emma's beat up mustang. Jean Grey was the school's resident goody-two shoes. Perfect grades, captain of the cheerleading squad, and an all-around perfect American girl. Who happened to be a lesbian. A lesbian who was dating a girl who's already been arrested. Twice.
"Yeah, sure," Emma grumbled. She still couldn't believe sometimes how she'd fallen for a girl like Jean. At first, she just thought it was lust. Jean had nice tits and a big, juicy ass Emma just adored. But as they began to spend more and more time together doing things other than just fucking, Emma began to fall in love. She liked the contrast between her and Jean. It kept their relationship fun.
"Someone in a grumpy mood?" Jean asked in a baby voice. She kissed Emma's cheek and smiled brightly. "Let's go to my house and I'll cheer you up..." Her hand crept down Emma thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. Emma bit her pierced lip.
As much as Jean annoyed her sometimes, she did love the crazy redhead.
--
18 years later
"Honey? Can you change Celeste's diaper please? I have my hands full..."
Emma looked up from the book she was reading and sighed. The elegant blonde stood up, showing off her somewhat toned body in an all-white ensemble: cigarette pants and a white blazer. The lavender-blonde's tattoos were on display through the open lapel. As were her breasts -- which had started to sag with age.
After graduating from high school, both Jean and Emma went to college. Jean for science and Emma for English. Emma ended up earning a PhD in English and becoming a professor while Jean decided to stay home and take care of their kids. At first, Emma hated the idea of getting married and having babies but eventually she caved. She had to. Jean was not going to let go of the idea of being a Mommy!
- Emma is happy with her current life - Emma craves more from her current life - Something else
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Post by Kappa on Feb 4, 2022 18:06:28 GMT
Jean's wide, chunky hips wrapped in a pair of navy blue mom jeans. Her muffin top, fresh and puffy, dressed in a frilly green blouse designed to take attention away from her spongey upper arms. Her chest filled with creamy white milk, her chin doubled, with vibrant red hair in a tight bun, Jean screamed Milf. With a big, fat ass that shrieked Thicc Milf.
A Thicc, Yummy Mummy Milf that use to be a cheerleader back in her heyday.
...Emma loved every inch of her plus sized lover. Just getting her hands on that butt alone turned a bad day into an amazing day!
That being said, Jean could be... a lot. Emma chose the domestic life, Jean is the domestic life.
"I got a new cheesecake recipe to try out this weekend at my sister's." Jean comments as she sits on a couch, shirtless, her big, tear drop shaped breast out for her daughter Hope to suckle on. The left browned tit with a child, the right with a pump. "Oh, and don't forget I want to go to that adorable gas station on the way up there. Don't forget this time, okay, Emmy?"
"Yes, Sweetie." Emma sighs, her nose invaded by a the rank stench of a poopie diaper.
"And don't forget, Rachel is bringing her boyfriend from college. Be nice. Talk to the boy. He could be our son-in-law." Jean giggles.
Jean wants Rachel to be married and having kids as soon possible. Emma wants Rachel to focus on school and, ultimately, her career. This has often become a huge fight for the couple.
A fight Emma has learned to avoid.
"What do you want at the gas station?" Emma changes the subject, her daughter fresh and clean, in her arms, the diaper tossed into a stink proof metallic bin.
"The usual." Jean smiles "..."
"Chocolate Covered Gummy Bears." They say in unison.
Jean giggles, Emma rolls her eyes. God, it's so fucking hawt watching that redhead devour candy! Especially when she's nursing. Things get really kinky fun when she's got milk upstairs!
-Jean and Emma at the gas station -Jean and Emma at Jean's sister's house -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 5, 2022 14:35:31 GMT
"By my age, you two already had me," Rachel muttered as she walked through the cozy country gas station Jean had been begging to go to. Rachel's boyfriend, Kurt, had of course gotten immediately quizzed by Jean who was trying to see if he was "marriage material."
"Well..." Emma, dressed in black jeans and a white turtleneck, teetered nervously. "Yes but...your mother...well, let's just say I didn't want to become a mother that fast."
Rachel's eyes widened and her cheeks turned pink. Hearing her Mom admit that her Mama had knocked herself up without her girlfriend's consent wasn't exactly what a college freshman wants to find out on spring break.
"Oh. Still...I'm not that kind of person. You don't have to worry. My grades are good and honestly, I doubt Kurt and I will last all that long. It's just fun."
"Fun? You're using --"
"Protection. Yes, Mom." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I don't want a baby at eighteen."
Emma smiled a rare smile, showing off the lip piercing she'd had for two decades. "You're a good kid."
Rachel smiled back. "Yeah, well Mama thinks I should be married and pregnant with my own kid."
"Just focus on your classes. I'll handle her."
The slender blonde spotted her chunky wife picking out organic jams an aisle down. She shook her head. She had Kurt giving Hope a bottle -- probably encouraging him to "practice." She loved that redhead but damn could she be over the top sometimes with her maternal instincts.
Emma rubbed her legs together as she walked, noticing that just the sight of her wife with her big, flabby arms uncovered in a light, tunic style dress was enough to get her turned on. As much as it annoyed her, Emma had to admit that the mom energy Jean gave off was the quickest way to wet her panties.
"Hello, Kurt," Emma said in a formal tone as she swooped in and grabbed her blonde haired daughter from the boy. Kurt awkwardly nodded -- clearly very happy to no longer be holding his girlfriend's infant sister.
"Emmy! Should I get the apricot jam or the peach jam?" She held up the two jars. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Doesn't matter. Kurt -- Rachel is over by the ice cream."
Kurt smiled and nodded -- he was thankful for the lifeline Rachel's "cool mom" had just extended.
Jean raised a brow at her taller wife and frowned as Kurt raced away. "I'm just trying to make sure he's right for our baby, Emmy."
"No, you're trying to pressure Rachel into early marriage."
"We were high school sweethearts and we ended up well!" Jean said with a pointed finger. Emma was hardly even looking at her wife's finger -- her eyes were glued to the jiggling mounds of her milky white cleavage.
"Just...have you found the chocolate covered gummy bears?" Emma asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
Jean smirked. "Your mind is always in the gutter, isn't it?"
- The family at Wanda's house - Multiverses collide - something else
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Post by Kappa on Feb 5, 2022 17:15:49 GMT
It's just a normal day at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
... Or was it?
As the X-Men assemble inside the Teacher's lounge, Emma Frost, a sexy blond in her early 30s, dressed sexily in white lingerie with a silk cape almost as smooth as her pasty white skin, her batt... wonder why she wasn't at her sister-in-law's.
...Wait, is she married? For some reason, Emma can't quite put her head around it. What happened to her tattoos? Her piercings? Her wife?!
"You okay, Emma?" Kitty Pryde waves her had at her coworker.
Emma looks perplexed. Wasn't Kitty much older? And rounder? Why does she look so young?!
"Uh, yes-yes I'm fine." Emma wheezes.
She looks around at a room filled with mutants. Mutants? Superpowers? All of this seemed so strange. What the heck was going on? Nothing felt right.
... And then she saw her, Jean...
-Slender and youthful -Pregnant -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 5, 2022 18:37:52 GMT
Emma hadn't seen her wife looking that slim is a very long time! This Jean looked so slender and youthful, with pert b-cup breasts, long, silky red hair, a cute bubble but and hips that were womanly but far from the wide, child bearing hips Emma knew and loved. With her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed, this Jean was completely unfamiliar to the blonde. Who was this woman...? And where was her wife?!!
"Jean?" Emma rushed forward and quickly tried to reach toward the redhead -- who immediately took a step back.
"Get away from me, Frost," Jean snapped. "Did you forget what I told you? Just because we have to be on the same team doesn't mean we have to...socialize. You stole my husband. What else do you want from me?"
Husband? Emma cocked her head. None of this made sense. She looked around the room at many familiar yet unfamiliar faces.
"This can't be real..." Emma muttered. "This...this..." She looked at her hands -- once covered in thorny vine tattoos. They were completely pale and blank. How was this possible?!
"Emma. Can I speak with you for a moment?"
The blonde turned and saw a bald man in a wheelchair. His face sort of reminded Emma of Jean's mother: Charlie.
"I...I don't know who --"
<"Now, Emma.">
The blonde blinked. Was that voice...inside her head? This just kept getting weirder and weirder. Was she dreaming? It had to be a dream. But it felt so real.
Emma didn't really have a choice so she followed the man into an office to the left of the meeting room. Emma noticed, as she left, that Jean's eyes were trained on her like a hawk. She looked like she wanted to murder the blonde. The look was so foreign. Emma had never seen her wife expressing such...disdain before. Her wife was passionate for sure but never mean. She wasn't even rude! Emma was always the one with a wicked streak.
Emma entered the office with the man and shut the door. He wheeled himself behind a desk and nodded at the blonde.
"I knew something was wrong the second you entered." The man looked down at his desk and shook his head. "You aren't meant to be here. Your universe must have collided with ours."
Emma's eyes widened. "Excuse me? Universes colliding?! And what are mutants? And why does my wife suddenly hate me? What is going on?!"
"Please, calm down. I know this world is very...different from yours. I did a telepathic delve --"
"Telepathy? What are we in -- a comic book?!"
"It is our reality," the man explained. "This is a world of superpowers and heroes. My name is Charles Xavier and I run a school for mutants -- to help them harness their powers."
Emma dropped into a chair -- mentally overwhelmed. She adjusted her itchy, lacy bra and sighed. Her clothes were absolutely horrid but there were more pressing matters. "So...mutants have powers. And you're a telepath?"
"As are you," Charles continued. "And Jean."
"Jean." Emma looked up worriedly. "Is my Jean okay? Back in...back in my universe?"
Charles shrugged. "There's no way to know but I promise you -- I will try to find a way to get you back to your home universe."
"Where is the original Emma? Is she...is she in my universe?"
Charles nodded. "It's possible."
"Oh god. My kids. My wife! This...this is a nightmare."
"In your universe, you were married to Jean, hm?"
Emma nodded. "For sixteen years."
"That's interesting." Charles smirked. "Here, you two are always at each others throats over a man."
Emma made a face. Could this reality get any worse?!
- Back on human Emma's world, the mutant Emma takes over human Emma's body - Emma gets used to this new reality - Mutant Jean approaches Emma in the hall - something else
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Post by Kappa on Feb 5, 2022 22:02:43 GMT
The next day was a little awkward for the X-Men.
Imagine seeing Emma frost, her arms freshly tatted with white and blue roses, her hair half shaved and dyed pink, a piercing on her lower lip, nose, and left brow, standing in the teacher's lounge, dressed in baggy blue pants with a white tank top sporting a a red tie.
"So, for anyone uncertain about it, I'm not actually your Emma." Emma explains.
"No shit." Logan, leaning against the fridge, smirks.
"For the time being, this Emma will be replacing our Emma. Please, keep in mind, she's not exactly the Emma you all are accustomed to." Charles points out. "This Emma, however, is an English professor with years of experience. Her telepathy on the hand..."
"I'm actually getting better control of it." Emma chimes in. "It's like the longer I'm, the more stuff like mutants and powers feels like second nature to me."
"Good." Charles nods.
Emma goes on to explain her life. Being brutally honest. She's an English Professor, 36 years old, living in the suburbs with her wife, Jean...
"You're married to Jean?" Scott, sitting alone, confused how his girlfriend, overnight, became a lesbian punk.
Emma nods.
"We have 5 kids with the eldest in college and the twins newborns." Emma smiles. "It's kind of weird not having my kids around. I'm not exactly the most maternal woman around... but I love my babies."
Emma looks at Jean, blushing a red as vibrant as her hair.
Yeah, this was going to be weird!
-Emma takes over an English Class -Emma has an awkward chat with Jean -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 6, 2022 20:41:03 GMT
"Our Emma isn't going to like those tattoos."
Emma turned from the coffee machine and locked eyes with the slender Jean.
"Eh, I'm sure she'll get used to them. Sounds like your Emma needs to lighten up. A lot."
Jean sat down on the break room sofa and crosses her slim legs. "I agree. But...she isn't gay. And she isn't a punk wannabe."
"You think I'm a wannabe? I got my first tattoo at fifteen," Emma snapped. "And I got arrested at sixteen for flashing my tits at a Goat of Satan concert. I'm not a wannabe. Trust me."
"Yet you settled down with...me...and had five kids?"
Emma frowned. "My Jean is my soulmate. We're different, sure. And she can be difficult. Very difficult."
Jean's eyes narrowed.
"But...we love each other and our relationship works for some reason. Regardless of our different...interests."
"Does this mean you don't want Scott?"
Emma raised her pierced brow. "Wait...you want to get back with that meat head?"
Jean crossed her arms beneath her perky tits. "That 'meat head' was my husband. And I still love him. He just made a mistake..."
"No," Emma shook her head and laughed sharply. "You made a mistake by marrying him. My Jean had a crush on a guy named Scott when she was in high school. But then she met me and that changed very quickly."
"I'm not gay. Not even close."
"Uh-huh. Sure."
Jean awkwardly sat there, quiet and steaming, as Emma fixed a cup of coffee. Once again, Emma could feel Jean's eyes on her, examining her.
Eventually, Jean stood up and smoothed out her wrinkled green sweater. "I hope you don't get anymore tattoos or piercings. Our Emma won't like having her body...mutilated."
"Hmmm. Well, my Jean always thought they were hot. New tatts always got her going. You know...I was thinking of getting some nipple rings..."
Jean's cheeks blushed a red as vibrant as her hair. She stood there for a moment, embarrassed and confused, before darting back out.
"This world has superheroes and mutants and there are still thirty year old women in the closet." Emma shook her head. "That's just sad."
- How is human Emma's Jean doing? - Emma talks to Scott - Emma teaches an English class
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Post by Kappa on Feb 7, 2022 5:14:05 GMT
The entire class sits in awe as their Teacher, who became goth over night, sits in her chair, reading a book of poetry.
"Skin Cancer runs in the family. Our Great Granddad was buried without his ears and nose. Mum says he was an Irish Boxer. Gran says the poor man lost his toes."
Emma looks up to see Jean at the front door, her eyes wide, her arms crossed, taking in a very sad poem from the late Mortimer Toynbee. Known by the world cruelly as Toad."
"Can anyone tell me the visuals used in this poem?"
Quentin Quire raises his hand.
"Yes, Quentin?"
"Casket."
"Yes." Emma smiles, closing her book shut gracefully standing, an act that hand been difficult in her own reality, walking towards the chalkboard, a chalk in hand, writing casket.
"Can anyone else give me a visual?"
"Weed Pipe?" A student shouts.
"Yes."
"Granny Panties?"
"Yes."
"Decaying Ears?"
"Good, good." Emma turns around to her class. "Toad paints a passionate picture with his words, kids. Here's what I want you to do. For homework, I want you to categorize the visuals. Tell me if there is some sort of a connection. If the visuals are gruesome, if they're about sports, categorize and explain."
And with that the bell rings and the class leaves.
"How'd I do?" Emma asks Jean, still standing at the door.
"... Not bad."
Emma laughs.
"What?"
"My brain, I've been remembering things about this world the longer I'm here. Toad isn't a poet on my world, I've never read his work before... but now, I feel like I've been reading him for years!"
"Huh." Jean nods.
"I can also remember my relationship with you. This world's relationship." Emma shakes her head. "Hey, I'm really sorry what she did to you."
"It's not your fault. You're not the one who stole my husband."
"In a way, I am." Emma frowns. "You should know something though... your Emma..." Emma laughs. "Wow, this feels so strange saying this!"
"What?" Jean raises a puzzled brow.
"Your Emma was deep in the closet."
"... What?"
"Your Emma was overcompensating. Because she was horrified of who she truly was. And the only reason she seduced Scott... was because, deep, deep down, she thought you were one of the most beautiful women she's ever seen."
Jean rolls her eyes.
"That's ridiculous!"
"It's true. I know it's crazy hearing this... but your Emma was just a coward who could never tell you how she truly felt." Emma shakes her head. "And that makes her an idiot too. A big, stupid moron!"
-Jean refuses to believe that none sense. She thinks Emma just wants to get into her pants! -A month passes, Emma and Jean have become closer -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 7, 2022 23:46:30 GMT
"It's clear that you want me," Jean spat. "But spinning a web of lies to get in my pants? I guess all Emma's really are the same."
With that, Jean turned and marched out of the classroom. Emma was more than a little surprised but she was still able to watch Jean's ass away back and forth as she left. It was so much smaller and firmer than it was in Emma's home reality...but it was still pretty juicy.
"She'll figure it out," Emma said aloud as she sat back down to get started on lesson plans for the next day. "Hopefully sooner rather than later."
--- Back on goth Emma's home universe, things were going surprisingly well.
Jean's big, cellulite-covered ass was being wrecked by a twelve inch purple dildo strapped to Emma's slender hips. The kids were asleep and Emma was fucking Jean against the counter in the kitchen. It was raw, it was sweaty, and it was easily the hottest thing Emma had ever experienced.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Emmy-Bear!"
"Keep your voice down," Emma hissed, slapping a tatted hand over Jean's lips. "The kids are asleep!"
"Mmmmhmm...!" Jean pressed her ass harder into Emma's prosthetic cock. The blonde reached around and thumbed Jean's massive tits, teasing the nipples until they began to leak thick, creamy milk. Emma ran her hands over the pale skin, soaking in the sensation of Jean's mothers milk spilling through her fingers.
It was so insanely hot! Emma had imagined fucking Jean so many times but it was so much better in reality. And the added weight? Emma was surprised to see Jean looking so...matronly. But once she got her hands on that ass, all her concerns went out the window.
She knew, deep in her mind, that she should've been trying to find a way back home. She knew this was an alternate universe that some villain sent her to -- probably to humiliate her. But it was exactly what Emma had secretly been wanting for years. Scott wasn't the prize. He was just bait to get Jean's attention.
Emma felt Jean come underneath her, which spurred on her own orgasm. Panting, they both leaned over the counter, with Jean's breasts creating a big, creamy puddle.
"Hmm...you've been so passionate lately," Jean noted with a smile. "I love it!"
"And I love you," Emma replied. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Jean's. If this was a dream, Emma never wanted to wake up.
- Charles has a breakthrough - Jean thinks about what Emma said - More with mom Jean and Emma
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Post by Kappa on Feb 8, 2022 5:25:24 GMT
"You know, you were really good at my Sister's yesterday." Jean, breastfeeding on a couch, smiles at her wife as they watch their favorite sitcom.
Modern Full House.
... It's actually Jean's favorite show. Emma, either Emma, finds it cheesy and poorly written. Also, super sad. How do they just ignore the pilot? The show's plot is about widower getting help raising his kids form family and friends. But they seem to gloss over the whole widow thing very quickly!
"I think I was okay." Emma smiles, her eyes focused on Jean's brown nipples. God, they were like two big pepperoni slices!
Jean giggles.
"Sweetie, you didn't once look at your phone during dinner, you sat through Wanda's whole rant about Costco memberships being a scam, and you even let her burp Celeste and Hope! You never let her do that, that is so unlike you!"
"... Yeah, I guess that's not like me." Emma awkwardly shrugs her tatted up shoulders.. She doesn't know that Wanda, an annoying Karen, a very conservative, very traditional woman, is always criticizing Emma's parenting skills. Out of utter loathing, Emma doesn't let Wanda do much with her kids. Jean hates that. She wants her sister and wife to get along, so, last night was just the best for the milfy redhead!
Jean continues to giggle.
"Well, you definitely won some brownies points, Missy."
Emma sure did. Emma often fantasized what sex with Jean would be like, who knew how powerful that tongue actually was!
"And I'm really proud how you'd didn't flip out when Wanda brought up Rachel."
..That actually was weird. Wanda jabbing at how a lesbian couple raised such a 'normal' and 'straight' daughter admittedly struck a nerve for Emma. She felt old you offended, as if Rachel was genuinely her daughter.
It's weird, but as time progresses, Emma can't help feeling like this is her life.
-Milf Jean and Emma continue to gossip about last night -Goth Emma gets another tattoo. And Jean can't help but be smitten! -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 9, 2022 0:31:08 GMT
"Is that one...new?"
Emma looked up from the paper she was grading and locked eyes with the slender redhead. She must've been quiet coming into her office. Emma hadn't even heard her -- even with her telepathy.
Over the past week, Jean had become silently curious about Emma. She started sitting with her at lunch and visiting her during her office hours. In the evenings, she watched Emma from across the rec room as she chatted with other teachers or read books on mutants, magic, and superhero history. The blonde goth made a point of never giving Scott a moment of attention. She wanted to make sure Jean knew that she'd only ever have eyes for the redhead.
Emma ran a finger over the fresh ink decorating her upper chest, near her cleavage. <"Yesterday evening...after a few drinks with Betsy.">
The slightest blush and nearly imperceptible tilt of her hips were things only Emma would notice. And notice she did. She was suddenly transported back to high school, when Jean and her were just discovering one another's infatuation. Jean used to be so innocent and naive with her sexuality. This Jean was at that same stage, Emma realized. Even if she continued to deny it.
"I guess our Emma would like the diamond. She called herself the Diamond Queen." She paused and ran a finger over the edge of Emma's mahogany desk. <"Congrats on improving your telepathy, by the way.">
"I know. The longer I'm here...the smaller the gap between me and her becomes. Sometimes, I remember her experiences before my own." Emma sat down her pen. Her hand was shaking. "I don't mind being here, really. Its kind of terrifying after living in a world without powers and villains...but I don't mind. What I mind is not having my wife and kids."
<"Xavier is working on a way to get you back.">
<"Yeah, well...he doesn't seem to be making much progress.">
Jean's expression softened. She sat down in front of Emma's desk and crossed her legs tightly. <"You'll see your kids and wife again, Emma.">
"Hopefully." Emma toyed with the ring looped around her lip and tasted a drop of blood in return. Another reminder that this world wasn't her home. She'd had her lip pierced since she was fourteen.
"I may not have my kids but...I do have my wife. In a way."
Jean's eyes widened. "Emma, no..."
"I can see the way you look at me." Emma's lips turned up in a smirk. "You like the new Emma. You liked the old Emma too but...the tattoos, the piercings, the haircut. They get you going, don't they?"
Jean could never hide her arousal very well. In high school, Emma once made her come just by whispering in her ear during Calculus. There was no denying that Jean was turned on and ready to fuck but mentally, she wasn't quite ready to embrace her homosexuality. Her breath caught in her throat and she raced out of Emma's office as fast and quietly as she entered.
Emma's smile faded. She had expected that to happen but it still didn't make her very happy. Not only did she miss Jean emotionally, she missed her physically. They had sex every single day, without fail. Emma thrived on daily orgasms. Since being at Xavier's, she hadn't had sex at all. It was draining her. She wanted that redhead in her bed.
----
It was 6AM in the Frost-Grey house and Emma was getting ready for class. In her previous reality, Emma refused to get up before 8 at the very earliest but now, she didn't mind the mornings. Jean and her were up all night with the twins so she didn't get a lot of sleep but she didn't mind. Nowadays, she wasn't nearly as concerned about 'beauty sleep.' She still liked her makeup even if it was a lot heavier and darker than she was used to. The goth look, she had decided, really fit her. The piercings and the tattoos were a shock but Jean liked them a lot and they had really grown on her. She was even thinking about getting a matching one with Jean. The redhead wanted "Property of Emma Frost" across her bumpy ass and Emma couldn't imagine anything sexier.
Emma splashed some water on her face and smiled at her reflection. She looked pretty badass for a thirty-five year old mother of five. Sure, she was getting older but she was still a bad girl at heart. And she could always soak her wife's panties which was really all she cared about. Life was good.
And then a blaring, psychic wave hit her smack in the face.
"Em----AH! HmmPH...Ca--a--nn you...."
It was Xavier. She hadn't felt the presence of another mind on her own in a while and it was jarring. She had come to appreciate peace and quiet.
"EMMA." The static of the message became clearer. Emma remained silent. "Emma -- if you can hear this, know we're coming to get you! As so----ooon...as s..."
The message fuzzed out. Emma gripped the countertop so hard her knuckles turned white. Xavier was coming. The X-Men were coming. She'd have to go back to Scott. She'd have to go back to hating Jean. No. That wasn't going to happen. This was her home now. She loved this Jean and their girls. She wasn't going to let go of it easily.
"Everything alright, baby?"
A pair of chunky arms circled Emma's waist. She felt Jean's naked tits against her back. "Of course, Jeannie. Nothing's wrong."
- Jean becomes more and more interested in Emma - Xavier and the X-Men make plans to 'rescue' Emma
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Post by Kappa on Feb 9, 2022 6:25:55 GMT
"What do you mean she doesn't want to go?" Logan questions as Emma sips on cup of coffee.
It's weird off enough talking to some tatted up goth in Emma's classroom. But being told their Emma wants to stays.
"I can sense it." Emma explains, touching her temple. Since she's gotten more use to her powers, Charles got Emma involved with this rescue mission. Her abilities are vital to the success.
However...
"It will be difficult if she doesn't want to leave." Charles points out.
"And why would she want to stay?" Scott crosses his arms. If anything, he just wanted his normal girlfriend back.
"Simple, Jean." "Me." Emma and Jean say at the same time.
Charles, Logan, and Scott stare at the blushing redhead, Emma nods.
"You have to understand, my wife is a maternal goddess. Her butt alone could drive me to insanity! Your Emma is no different. There is no contest, my reality is simply superior."
"... That's debatable." Scott scowls.
Emma smirks.
"Says you."
"Regardless, we need Emma to comply." Charles points out. "..."
-"Who knows what could happen to reality if the Emmas are returned to their propped world." -"... You've gotten more piercings and tattoos than our Emma will appreciate." Charles shakes his head as Jean drools. -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 10, 2022 1:10:06 GMT
"So...you were right," Jean said quietly. The two were sitting in the X-Men's meeting room a few minutes after everyone else had left. Emma was sitting there, with her head in her hands, trying to decide what to do.
"I know you didn't believe me at first but...you and me? We're --"
"Meant to be. I get it." Jean sighed and sat down close to Emma. Her eyes were immediately on the blonde's breasts. The wife beater Emma was wearing did a poor job disguising them and the tattoos decorating her arms, chest and neck.
"I'm glad you can admit it now." Emma smirked and put a hand on Jean's knee. The redhead immediately blushed.
"Scott is pissed. Beyond pissed. I'm sure you felt his psychic tantrum too."
Emma shrugged. "Who cares. The guy is an ass."
"Yeah. True."
They sat there quietly for a moment. Emma's hand never moved and Jean never tried to move it. Eventually, Jean awkwardly cleared her throat.
"So...what happens now? You heard what Xavier said. There could be serious consequences if you stay here. And if we try to send you back but the other Emma won't..."
"Two Emmas shouldn't be in one reality," Emma finished. "I know. The only thing I can think to do is to find a way to convince the other Emma to want to come back."
"And how would we do that?"
Emma's grip on Jean's knee tightened briefly. "Jeannie...I know you have it in you. I know you've pushed down your true feelings for a while..."
Jean bit her lip in that way that Emma just loved. She looked so cute and innocent and JEAN. God, she needed her.
"Just fall into it, Jean."
And fall she did.
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Emma woke up the next morning wondering whether she had cheated on her wife. Technically, she still had sex with Jean. It was just a different Jean. If she ever got back to her own reality, she'd have a hefty price to pay. Her Jean despised the idea of anyone else touching her Emmy-Bear.
"Morning." Jean smiled and ran a hand down Emma's naked back. "Last night was..."
"Better than expected?"
"A million times. It was...everything. Everything I've been wanting."
Emma snuggled closer to the redhead. "How about I make you some breakfast? Waffles and bacon?"
Jean raised a brow. "You're not trying to fatten me up, are you? I know your Jean is..."
"Curvy?" Emma finished with a laugh. "I told you yesterday, Jeannie. Fall into it. For once in your life, do what makes you happy. For my Jean, eating makes her happy." She smiled broadly. "And she loves waffles."
Jean's stomach growled and Emma laughed again. "Sounds like you love waffles too."
- As the X-Men figure out how to get the Emmas back, Jean gains weight and becomes comfortable with her sexuality - Mutant Emma starts to become annoyed with Jean's maternal mannerisms
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Post by Kappa on Feb 10, 2022 6:19:32 GMT
Two weeks of bacon waffle sandwiches did a lot to Jean's figure.
She sits in a chair, her wide, her hands sticky with maple syrup, her belly bloated from a food baby, wearing only a green bra with matching panties.
Emma sits their, enjoying a bowl of oatmeal, her eyes wide with delight as she notices a patch of cellulite on Jean's fattened legs.
God, that made her morning!
"How are these so amazing?!" Jean crunches into the perfectly waffled bread and the greasy, crunchy delight of extra crispy bacon smothered generously in a sugary condiment running down her cheek.
Emma smiles.
"It just is."
Jean smiles as she continues her hearty meal. Who knew food after sex would be this amazing?! How did Jean not know this beforehand!
"My Jeanie, she use to eat five of those every Friday."
"What about the rest of the week?"
Emma shakes her head.
"Too much of a good thing, sweetie. Bacon once a week, that was our rule." Emma weeks. Of course, this Jean doesn't have the kind of blood pressure Emma's has... FOR NOW!
"Think about it, when we get your Emma back, I'm sure she'll be happy to make this all the time."
"... I don't know." Jean pouts. "What if she never comes back?"
Emma smirks. It's cute, Jean's finally accepted what a catch Emma is!
"Don't worry, I've been working on a plan for awhile now. Once she sees you like this, I'm sure she'll be on board!"
-Mutant Emma cooks bacon for Housewife Jean -Goth Emma gives Jean a litter dessert after breakfast -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Feb 10, 2022 23:42:25 GMT
Emma got up on the bed and spread her legs in front of Jean. She was only wearing a black thong. The redhead looked up front her plate of waffle sandwiches and cocked her head.
"Um...I..." she blushed a deep red. "I don't really..."
"Take a break from the munchies, pillow princes. Lesson number two on how to be Emma's dream girl: learn how to eat pussy."
Jean cringed at the vulgar language but nodded. "I know...I just, I don't know what to do..."
Emma smiled and stood back up. She gracefully walked over to Jean and put a finger under her chin. "Enthusiasm, my dear. Now come here."
They both got on the bed -- which was already soaked in Jean's juices from earlier that morning. Emma had eaten her out for an hour and then Jean used a strap-on up Emma's pussy. She was fine with traditional fucking. But cunnilingus? It terrified the redhead.
Emma teased the thong down her slender thighs, revealing a neatly trimmed bush. Jean bit her lip.
"Go easy. Focus on the clit. Write the alphabet with your tongue until you find a letter I like."
"And...you'll let me know if you like it?" Jean asked as she lowered herself closer to the apex between Emma's legs.
"Trust me. I will."
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"Baby, this smells delicious," Jean gushed as she rocked Celeste in her pudgy arms. Hope was asleep and the couple's other children, Madeline and Natalie, were at a sleepover at Jean's parents house. They had the house to themselves and they planned to enjoy it.
Emma loved her new life but there were definitely some drawbacks. She wished she still had her telepathy so she could make an even deeper connection with Jean. And she loved her kids but they could be a handful. Twin infants and two preteens frequently cramped their sex life. But overall, she was happy with the state of her life. She didn't know she could feel so deeply. Being a wife and a mother fulfilled her completely.
"Your favorite -- Philly cheesesteak egg rolls. Only the best for my Jeannie." She kissed the redhead on the lips and sneaked a hand to her ass, giving it a big pinch. There was so much ass to grab! She just couldn't get enough of it. Compared to her Jean, this Jean was a goddess.
"Ohh, can we eat the rest of the eclairs for desert?"
Emma smirked. "You can eat them...off my pussy."
"Emma! You're so naughty." Jean gave her wife a haughty grin.
"Hmm...that's the way you like it."
- The Emmas meet in a telepathic dream - Xavier plans to send the X-Men to the human Emmas reality to get her
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