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.
