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Post by Kappa on Mar 2, 2022 6:19:38 GMT
www.deviantart.com/kappaevilfoot/art/March-Needs-Super-Moms-Pitch-Gamer-Jean-Grey-908592991It's been a good month since Jean Grey heard that strange, unfamiliar voice in her head: MARCH NEEDS SUPER MOMS. Since then, Jean had adjusted as best she could as a mother of four, as a wife of 20 years, and as a Dental Assistant in a small suburban town inhabited predominantly by mutants. ... Her wide hips and blubbery rear are still something she needs to get use to! It's comical. Sitting down, she looks like a very fit, very slender, very sophisticatedly appealing middle aged woman. But when she gets up! "I need a gym membership." Jean mutters to herself, sitting atop an armless chair, her hands clicking and clacking away on a keyboard. A lot of her job is tedious paperwork and smelly mouths. No wonder lunch is the best part of her day! Jean sighs, looking down at her muffin top, her finger in the air, questioning whether or not to poke into the fat! As she ponders this, she gets a ping from her email. Eyes raised, with a light, nervous smile, she clicks with a rush of anxiety flowing over her broad shoulders. And then relief came, it wasn't work related, it wasn't spam, it was an update on a game she 'casually' plays during her free time. Wild West Wizard Online. [Howdy, Sheriff Phoenix!] The email read. Jean recently got into an MMORPG set in a magical version of the Wild West. At the moment, she's a level 300 Sheriff with a fire based attribute. [Congratulations, Partner, your guild, The Hellfire Club, placed 1st in this month's ranking! As a result, you will receive 3 mystery boxes and a free admission into the next Lone Wolf Tournament! Yeeehaw!] It amazed Jean how exited she was about this email. 3 mystery boxes? What a score! She couldn't wait to see what she got! She couldn't wait to show off her prizes to her... to her online girlfriend? ... Yeah, that's also something Jean needs to adjust to. Being a closeted lesbian living out her fantasies online! "If I get that blizzard lasso, I wonder if Frost Queen will finally take my ring?" Jean ponders, hating how important an online relationship was to her!
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Post by phoenix10 on Mar 3, 2022 0:48:02 GMT
The kids were all asleep and so was Jean's asshole of a husband which meant her night was just beginning. She put on her Cerebro headgear and dived into Wild West Wizard Online.
In the game, Jean could live out her fantasies. Her biggest fantasy was a busty blonde who was a Hellfire Club assassin named Frost Queen. She was elegant, poised, and irresistibly beautiful. The second Jean laid eyes on her, she was smitten.
"So...will you take the ring?" Jean asked with a smile as she curled up next to her blonde lover in the apartment they shared over a rowdy saloon.
Emma licked her plump lips and eyed the blizzard lasso Jean had showed up with two hours ago. She'd been wanting that lasso for years! Mostly because she wanted to whip Jean's plump, juicy ass with it but also because it was one of the few legendary weapons that went well with her icy aesthetic.
"Phoenix, this place isn't reality. And I told you before -- I don't want to act like it is." Emma sat up on their bed, her big breasts splaying out on her chest. Jean habitually laid her head on the right one. She didn't like what her Frost Queen was saying...but she still wanted to spend every second she had with the woman.
"You prefer reality over this? Over what we have?"
"I don't prefer it, Phoenix. But it is reality."
"What if it...wasn't? I could get a divorce and --"
"Phoenix, no." Emma kissed Jean red curls. "We have a mission to go on. And you need to train for the next Lone Wolf Tournament."
Jean pouted cutely. In this game, she looked similar to her actual self but a bit younger and trimmer. Though, annoyingly enough, her ass was still the biggest size a female avatar could have.
"Fine...but this conversation isn't over! I still want to meet you IRL." Jean bit her lip and twisted one of Emma's rosy nipples.
"Can't we just enjoy this?"
Jean hopped up and smirked as she put on her chaps, holster, and vest. "Not on your bottom dollar, sweet cheeks."
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Post by Kappa on Mar 3, 2022 7:11:36 GMT
A Middle Aged Blonde sits inside a coffee shop, dressed trendily in a white jacket, her hair in a tight bun, a slender beauty with a aura of refinement and poise.
"... Why am I doing this?" Emma Frost, a Mutant Fashion Designer, a well known one at that, questions as she finds herself in Upstate New York at the whims of her video game girlfriend.
"... She's gonna be some fat old man, I know it!" Emma sighs. "This is stupid, this is stupid, this is so, so, so stupid!"
People stare at Emma, very passionately and very openly having a mini breakdown.
"Is that lady being catfished?" A child innocently asks his mom as they wait in line.
"It sounds like it, sweetie." The Mom responds.
Emma frowns. Yeah, that does sound like the situation at hand, doesn't it?
Emma was a lot of things, successful, beautiful, charming. But when it comes to romance, it's like she'll always be that chubby dork from M-Town!
"Emma?" Jean, dressed in her scrubs, speaks nervously from Emma's right.
Emma looks up with widened eyes... A Middle Aged Milf?!
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Post by phoenix10 on Mar 3, 2022 23:18:54 GMT
Emma's first thought was relief. The fact that her online girlfriend was actually a girl lifted a weight from her conscience. Jean wasn't exactly the kind of woman she was in the game, though. Far from it.
Sheriff Phoenix was a badass, through and through. She was tough, gritty, and was the best shot in the Hellfire Club guild. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty and before she met Emma, she didn't truly care about anyone but herself. This is partly why Emma assumed her character was male IRL. That and Jean's obsession with Emma's breasts.
But Jean IRL was nothing like her online counterpart. The same wild red hair and green eyes but she appeared older (Emma was, admittedly, older IRL too) and fatter. Her hips and ass were particularly huge. They pulled at the cheap fabric of the redhead's scrubs, showing off acres of cellulite. Emma quickly noticed a few other contradictory items: a wedding ring, a keychain with pictures of four kids at Disneyworld, and a mom purse twice the size of anything Emma would dream of carrying.
Emma blinked a few times before nodding. "Um...er..." Her cheeks blushed a bright red. Jean was...Jean was her dream woman. The blonde LOVED milfs and standing in front of her was a redheaded version of her deepest fantasies.
"It's great to meet you IRL," Jean said with a gentle smile. "Can I...can I kiss you?"
Emma...
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Post by Kappa on Mar 4, 2022 6:38:05 GMT
"Mommy, did that lady get catfished?" The same child from earlier asks with a cup of hot chocolate in hand.
The mother looks at the sweat on Emma's brow and shakes her head.
"No, sweetie, I guess she didn't." The Mother laughs, taking her child away from a pretty awkward situation.
It was pretty awkward for most people inside. Jean was clearly a married woman out of the blue trying to make out with someone she's not married to. A woman no less!
"... Jean, that's not very appropriate." Emma points out.
Jean sits down with a pout.
"But we always kiss when meet each other."
Emma could feel eyes staring daggers at her very soul.
"Yeah, in Wild West Wizard Online."
"Gaming Nerds." Emma hears a whisper from behind.
... It was true, but she didn't like the judgement being thrown at her!
"What's the difference?"
"This os the real world. You're a married woman. I'm not your husband. It's wrong."
"But we have sex all the time!" Jean says loudly.
"In a game."
"What's the difference?!"
"Jean. Please, we are in a coffee shop. Can you please keep it down?" Emma begs.
Jean...
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Post by phoenix10 on Mar 4, 2022 14:12:07 GMT
"You're being a meanie," Jean grumbled. "If I had it my way, we'd be married in real life too!"
Emma rolled her eyes. Game life Jean wasn't too different from IRL Jean. "Look, we hardly know much about each other IRL. Let's start there. Where do you work?"
Jean frowned and looked away. "At a...at a dental office," she said quietly. "Dental assistant."
Emma could plainly see Jean's embarrassment at working such a blue collar job. Her cheeks were pink and her lips pursed. The blonde couldn't deny how adorable she was.
"And kids?" Emma touched Jean's clunky keychain.
Jean's frown immediately turned into a smile. "Rachel, Natalie, Esme, and Celeste. They're my everything."
"So that's why you only play in the evenings?"
"The kiddos keep me pretty busy with soccer practices and recitals." Jean shrugged her spongy shoulders. "I married a man because I wanted kids..."
"Not because you like men," Emma finished.
Jean nodded. "Being a mommy has always come first." Jean plopped her mom purse into her lap and took a sip of the coffee Emma had ordered for her. It was too bitter for the redhead who immediately made a sour expression and poured a spoonful of sugar into the drink. "What do you do? You look just about as fancy as you do in the game."
Emma mentally rolled her eyes. Jean always was blunt. "I'm a fashion designer. One of the few mutant ones."
"Oh." Jean stirred her coffee slowly. "That's...that's really nice. I guess you live in the city?"
Emma nodded. "For twenty years now."
"Married?"
Emma shook her head. "Uh, no."
"Dating?"
"Jean, please." Emma looked around the coffee shop. It felt like every pair of eyes were on them. "Can we go somewhere a bit more private?"
Jean smiled brightly. "Sure! My house is right down the road."
"Your house? Jean, you're married, with kids, we can't --"
"Calm down, Emmy-Bear. Scott's at work and the kids are at school. We'll have it all to ourselves."
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Post by Kappa on Mar 4, 2022 16:30:49 GMT
"You get this is morally unethical, right?" Emma, sitting on a couch, asks as she avoids eye contact with her online girlfriend, currently naked, her big, round tits with browned nipples poking at her arm, her big, round belly nice and plump, her hips wide, her pubes unkept and a vibrant red. Like a fire begging to be extinguished with something nice and cold.
"It's fine." Jean assures. "We do this all the time."
"In a video game."
"Where you have real orgasms." Jean giggles. "Emmy, why does that matter? Aren't I already cheating?"
"... No, Cause..."
Jean lunges in, her tits burying Emma's slender arms.
"Come on, Emmy, I wanna have some fun!" Jean demands. "I have to pick up my kids at childcare by 6 or I get a fine!"
"..." Emma squirms. Why the hell was that sentence so sexy?!
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