Hi, everyone! Back at it again with another commission for a reader. I hope everyone enjoys it!
Pre-note: For those who are curious, this story was based on the characters from X-men: Evolution and is set a few years after that series.
Also, I may have taken some...ahem...creative liberties with Jean's powers. It's smut so don't @ me lol.
Tag warning: contains futa on female, breast expansion, and cum inflation
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ years old
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firebird68
Jean looked around the room at the collective of people gathered there. While she would never say it out loud, she hated these meetings. The X-Men had these meetings weekly to talk about activities and occurrences going on outside the Xavier Home. Most of the time, unless there was some crisis taking place in the world, they never discussed anything interesting and it was little more than a boring hour of her time that she would not get back. Zoning out, Jean allowed her thoughts to wander aimlessly.
Without meaning to, her telepathy began zoning in on the other heroes, transmitting their thoughts and emotions into her head. She knew that most of them would be angry at her invasion of their privacy, but she figured that what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. She would just skim their surface thoughts without digging too deep.
She avoided Professor Xavier, knowing that his superior telepathy would instantly detect her presence and give her snooping away, and focused on Logan. Wolverine's mind was always dark and clouded. She had tried to look deep within his mind before at his request, but it was almost impossible to glean more than his active thoughts. Right now, he was bored, like herself. He was silently grumbling and looking forward to getting back to his cigar that the meeting had interrupted, cursing the Professor's rule about no smoking indoors. Nothing too exciting there.
Shifting her focus to Scott, it was vastly different. Scott's mind was sharp and clear. His thoughts rarely strayed from what was taking place around him and his concentration was razor sharp. His memories were fluid, but he the past rarely surfaced in his conscious mind, choosing to bury the past surrounding his parents and his life before he became an X-Man. If she looked a bit further below the surface, as she had done a few times previously, she would have found a part of his mind that always was thinking about herself which she found sweet. As usual, he was taking the meeting seriously and listening intently to everything the professor was saying, as a leader was expected to.
Bobby was next. His mind was in distinct contrast to his abilities and hero persona. Unlike the icy exterior and power that flowed through him, he was a very bright and warm person, full of humor and levity. Personable and talkative, he added an element of fun to any undertaking. He was currently thinking about some girl he was meeting up with later tonight. Jean raised an eyebrow as she took in the plans he had for her and the positions he was going to fuck her in.
Not wanting to intrude on his sex life any further, she moved on to the person seated next to him, Kitty. To her surprise, Kitty was looking at her. More specifically, she was looking at...her chest? Looking further, she felt for Kitty's emotions. There was...Jealousy and...lust? Intrigued, she decided to listen further, curious as to why Kitty felt this way about her.
Kitty was indeed jealous of Jean. She was beautiful, smart, powerful, and she had something else that Kitty did not. Big boobs. Glancing down at her own chest, Kitty frowned. She had always figured that they would develop by her senior year of high school and she knew that being only five feet tall, she would probably never be as busty as Jean, but she still was nearly completely flat chested. Being around all the other female X-Men constantly reminded her of that fact. The rest of her comrades were just as gifted up top. Jean, Rogue, and Storm all had generous chests. Even Jubilee and Amara at least had C-cups.
Jean listened to all of these thoughts as the meeting continued. She sensed Kitty's eyes wandering over her body, but mostly focusing on her curvy chest. As the Professor concluded and everyone left the meeting room, Jean went up to her room, still absentmindedly thinking about Kitty's fascination with her boobs. Laying on her bed, she looked over said object of the teen's envy and ran her hands over their curve. She had always been proud of them, of course. She loved the way they drew attention and Scott had always been crazy for them in bed. She couldn't blame Kitty for feeling the way she did. Her lust increasing as she continued to think about it, an Idea came to Jean. A grin formed on her face as she resolved herself to go through with it tonight.
Finishing her homework, Kitty changed into her sleep wear, which was just a t-shirt and panties, and laid down on her bed, flipping on her TV. She was interrupted from the screen by the sound of her bedroom door opening.
"Jean." She said, as the sexy redhead entered her room.
She paused as Jean strode toward the bed, stripping off her clothes along the way. Her pants and shirt were off by the time she sat on the mattress, clad only in her underwear.
"Jean, what are you doing?" Kitty stammered.
She tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze inevitably traveled to Jean's substantial cleavage that was hovering over her. Swallowing nervously, she forced herself to move her eyes back up to Jean's face. Jean just smiled in satisfaction as she noted where Kitty's line of sight had traveled.
"So, you're really jealous of my boobs, huh?" she confirmed.
"W-what?" Kitty stuttered. "No! Of course not! You just...surprised me is all."
Jean laughed, the angelic sound falling on Kitty's ears like spring water splashing down the rocks of a gorge.
"Come on, Kitty." She chuckled. "You can't hide it from me. I can read your thoughts after all. Turns out I'm not the only one who doesn't pay attention during meetings."
Kitty's cheeks burned as she realized that Jean had been listening to everything she was thinking during the meeting.
"It's not what you think." Kitty protested. "I was just..."
She stopped as Jean pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to judge you." Jean assured her. "I'm here to help you out, actually."
Kitty watched, frozen, as Jean lowered her hands to hover over her chest. Jean's eyes glowed for a second as she activated her powers and then returned to their normal blue hue. She dropped her hands back to the bed. Nothing happened for a moment, but then Kitty felt a slight tickle in her chest. Her eyes widening in shock, she stared as her boobs began to grow right before her eyes. Her tiny tits swelled and inflated as she gaped in astonishment. They expanded and grew, pushing out her T-shirt and becoming heavier and heavier. A-cups...B...C...D...DD. Finally, they stopped growing, the tiny teen now sporting a huge DD bust that looked positively enormous on her tiny, slender, 5'0" frame. Kitty was rendered completely speechless and she couldn't look away.
"That's much better." Jean said.
She reached down and grasped Kitty's new boobs. Kitty gasped and her back arched up off the bed, inadvertently pushing herself further into Jean's grip. Not only were her boobs much, much bigger, but they were also far more sensitive. Every squeeze sent jolts of electricity through her body and she cried out in pleasure as the gorgeous redhead kneaded and massaged her bust through her shirt.
Smirking at the teen's reaction, Jean pulled Kitty's t-shirt up and over her breasts, baring their beauty to the two of them. Despite their size, they were impressively firm and only slouched slightly to the side, their heavy weight subjected to the forces of gravity. Her hands descended again to grope and rub Kitty's boobs, sending the little teen into more fits of moaning and writhing. Jean lightly pinched her nipples, drawing adorable squeaks from the girl. Eager to hear more, she continued to pinch and fondle her until Kitty was panting and crying out.
Giving the girl a short rest, Jean slid between her legs and laid down on her front, her head hovering right above Kitty's puss. Utilizing her telepathy to access Kitty's weakened psyche, she compelled the girl to use her powers momentarily and phase through her panties. The small, lace garment fell through Kitty's skin and landed beneath her on the mattress, pressed between her rear and the bed. Licking her lips devilishly, Jean lowered her head and extended her tongue to lap experimentally at the girl's now naked pussy.
Already burning with lust, Kitty yelped and shivered as she felt Jean's soft tongue caress her wet slit. Encouraged by her excited emissions, Jean began licking and fucking Kitty with her tongue. Within a minute or two, she had the girl trembling and squirming beneath her as she was struck by an intense orgasm. Kitty screamed and wriggled, her sensitive clit being assaulted by Jean's eager tongue. Every time the soft, pink appendage connected with her pussy, sparks of ecstasy flew up to her brain, scrambling her thoughts. Not wanting to break the poor girl just yet, Jean relented and paused her torturous actions, allowing the heaving teen to catch her breath.