In The Superhero Community, Emma Frost, 45 year old, is often considered a selfless saint.
"Do these jeans make my butt look big?" Her bottom heavy wife pouts, posing at the vanity mirror in their bedroom.
However, people who know the plump blonde, people who are close with the Headmistress of Xavier Memorial, people who aren't merely aware of her reputation and the reputation of the mother of her children, know damn well Emma is actually a very, very selfish woman.
"Ooof!" Jean yelps as a hand slaps her bountiful backside.
She feels arms wrap around her puffy tummy, and a heavy breath exhausting on the back of her neck.
"How much do you weigh this week? 215? 220?" Emma whispers seductively. Jean blushes as red as her locks.
"And it all falls down to your butt and thighs!" Emma nibbles on her wife's neck, her hands pawing like a like a madwoman at Jean's blubbery rear!
"... Emma, Stop!" Jean yelps. "What if the kids hear us?!"
"Is mommy scared of getting caught?" Emma wickedly giggles. "Relax, they went to bed hours ago! Come on, let me play with my favorite Soccer Mom!"
If you ever to find your on this particular Marvel Universe, remember this and remember this well, Emma is all about big, fat asses on a well fed Milf!
"You wouldn't happen to need the breast pump..." Emma puckers her lips. "Do you?!"
"... So... this is awkward." A Middle Aged Blonde sips on her French Vanilla Iced Coffee as she sits across from a blushing Redhead.
"... Yeah." Jean Grey, Mother of 3, Headmistress at Logan Academy, smiles nervously as a barista sets down her Java Chip Hot Chocolate with extra whipped cream and a lotus biscoff on the side.
20 Years Ago, Jean believed Emma Frost, a now retired member of The Avengers, was trying to steal her fiancé. Scott Summers. She hated Emma for years, even when Scott ran off with a British Bimbo named Betsy!
But, when Emma came back to the academy, taking the position of a Gym Teacher, well, things didn't go the way the bottom heavy milf planned.
For one, Emma dropped a bombshell. A fact Jean didn't know... Emma is gay.
"... All that time... you were staring at me?" Jean blurts out, dipping her cookie into puffy, white foam.
Emma slowly nods. Blue eyes fixated on Jean chewing.
"...I was out... but... I was never... confident." Emma starts to blush as cream was licked counter clockwise on Jean's soft lips. "I knew you thought I was... I was checking out your... your Ex Husband." Emma stammers as dirty thoughts invade her head. "... And I never corrected it... because..." Emma takes a deep breath. She feels like a teenager again!
Literally at the edge of her seat, her chair creaking in the process, Jean raises a brow, wanting Emma to finish her thought for reasons she can't quite pin down. She really wanted Emma to finish!
"I was so scared if you knew how I felt about you." Emma lowers her head. "You're so my type... I... I'm sorry I was so weird around you back then."
"... It's okay." Jean laughs. "Truth be told, I think everyone knew but me... I don't really have gaydar... and you're apparently not... subtle."
Emma laughs.The Faculty was amazed just how oblivious an surprised Jean was!
"Yeah, I'm pretty straightforward." Emma smirks. "...I'm just glad I can finally let that out of my chest. I'm glad I can be honest with you."
Jean nods, eying the busty woman because of the remark made.
"... I hope we can be friends." Emma smiles.
"I'd like that." Jean admits... ignoring the mental image of her own massive backside played over and over in Emma's head.
Jean genuinely wants to make a friendship between them work... even if Emma is still sexually attracted to her.
Truth be told, Honestly, something about that makes Jean feel... happy.
Team Leader- Diana Prince Age- 55 Hero Name: Wonder Woman Media Nickname: Wonder Milf Notes: Divorced, mother of twins, a fan of wine boxes, currently owns a gym chain targeted at middle aged superhumans.
Teammate #1- Pepper Potts Age- 54 Hero Name- Iron Maiden Media Name- Iron Salt & Pepper Notes- CEO of Stark Industries, known for her "friendly treatment" of interns.
Teammate #2- Greer Grant Nelson Age- 43 Hero Name- Tigra Media Name- Cougra Notes- Fur has gotten very gray over the years, she dyes it a blondish hue, and it doesn't look natural... like other things about her 😘
Teammate #3- Jessica Cruz Age-35 Hero Name- Green Lantern Media Name- Mommy Lantern Notes- Is an Instagram Mom with hundred of photos ranging from pregnancy to motherhood.
Teammate #4- Gwen Stacy Age- 47 Hero Name- Deadpool Media Name- Carpoool Notes- From an Alternate Reality. An Antihero, an Assassin, who's also a mother of 4.
Teammate #5- Gwen Parker Age-47 Hero Name- Spider Woman Media Name- Spider Mama Notes- From An Alternate Reality. A Professor at NYU, married to Peter Parker.
Teammate #6- Carol Danvers Age-56 Hero Name- Captain Marvel Media Name- (None. No one is stupid enough to do that!) Note - Currently going through superhuman aided hot flashes.
What about milf Catwoman(Salina Kyle)-Black Cat(Felicia Hardy)-magpie(Margaret Pye) middle aged triple team trio that could be also part of the Leverage team(Nathan "Nate" Ford called the mastermind,Sophie Devereaux, "The Grifter", Alec Hardison, "The Hacker", Eliot Spencer, "The Hitter", and Parker, "The Thief"): en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/leverage_tv_series
"Ma'am, May I just say that I am very honored to be a manager at this gym?!" A Muscular Man, in his mid 30s, wearing a light red t-shirt, smiles at The Owner, The Legendary Hero, Wonder Woman. Leader and Founding Member of The Justice Avengers.
"You have a great resume, Guillermo." Diana Prince, 55, hair a pixie white, smiles with age spotted hands clutching a thermos with mango smoothie, speaks a sultry tone.
Lately, Diana's had quite the interest in tastes that are... exotic.
"I plan on integrating the Main Gym's schedule. Spin Class, Water Aerobics, Rope Resistance Training."
"That's a fun one." Diana smiles, flexing her trim bicep with a playful wink. "Just make sure order plenty of different ropes. Copper, fiber, adamantium. This is a superhuman gym, after all, you never know how... strong your clients may be."
"Will do, Ms Prince."
"Please, Guillermo, call me Diana." Diana smiles. "Now... how about I show you why they call me Wonder Milf?!"
Guillermo takes a deep breath. His eye, locked on his tablet, his heart races as he feels a hand rush down his left shoulder.
"... You really do that to interns?" Lex Luthor, in a private jet with a business associate, looks disgusted as a 54 Year old with a salt and pepper bob, eats freshly tempura battered sushi atop the naked body of a young intern no younger than 19.
The poor blonde was wincing as the grease dripped down her porcelain white skin.
"It's a little hazing." Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries, known to the Super Hero Community as Iron Maiden, a cutthroat businesswoman with a wicked joy in heart for sex, drugs, and tuna.
Lex couldn't look away as Pepper, with a chop stick, rubs an incredibly hot wasabi in the interns navel.
It seems the more she sweats, the more she quivers, the more Pepper is satisfied.
"... So, you finally murdered Superman?" Pepper smirks. "Took you long enough."
Lex shrugs. It was a long road, but he got to the end... feeling empty and hollow.
"The Hellfire Court of Owls is impressed... had you done this when he wasn't some has-been in Kansas."
Pepper places a napkin above her chin, patting off the grease, and snaps her fingers.
"I'm finished with dinner." Pepper smiles at an attendant with a disposable bucket. He cleans off the Intern and flips her to her belly as Pepper devilishly smiles at the second attendant.
"And for dessert?"
"Strawberries with a hot milk chocolate sauce and a platter of nuts."
It's set down, the hot pot dripping pain on the intern's back. With strawberries and nuts littered from neck to bubble butt.
Some say Pepper just loves to with youth. Jealousy? That's uncertain, but she's a vile crone to say the least.
"I suppose I can cover this... discretion, under the rug." Pepper laughs. Lex takes note that the intern's body is starting to rash a bright red.
Wheezing and gagging getting louder and louder.
... She must be allergic to either the strawberries, the nuts, or both!
He squirms as Pepper takes out an epipen from her purse. Just waiting for the right moment. This is not a woman you want on your bad side!
"Of course, you'll have to make worth my while." Pepper grins.
Lex's heart sinks. Pepper is one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes?!
I can't get this song out of my head. Every single morning, it won't escape me.
"So, Shut-Eyes Johnson..." A Mature Voice speaks to me as I sit in an office. "According to my intel, you haven't opened your eyes in 3 years?"
I laugh. That's about right. 3 years and haven't seen a thing.
"Yep." I answer quickly, sniffing what could only be a sausage and biscuit sandwich.
My stomach gargles.
"Beef or pork?"
"Does it matter?"
I chuckle lightly.
"Well, I was raised Hindu... so, I'm not really allowed to eat beef."
"I'm pretty sure it's pork."
"I don't care much for pork." I smirk at her. "Shame it's not turkey."
If I can see her face, I'm sure she's annoyed.
"Let's get down to business..."
"To defeat the Huns." I sing a song I'm confident she's never heard of.
I laugh, a new song in my head.
"Nothing, just trying to entertain myself." I smile. "You were saying, Ms..."
"Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff."
"Nice to meet you. I'm sure you're quite the beauty." I snicker. My ears say she's no older than 50. I was confident she'd love a little... uh... flattery!
I can hear her click her tongue. Guess I was wrong?!
"Back on topic, Johnson, with the Superhuman Registration Act, you are required by law to explain your superpowers."
"Who says I have superpowers?"
"Your three year interaction with The Great Lakes Avengers..." She quips at me. "Along with dozens of testimony that your combat abilities far exceed what Shield has classified as human level ability."
I laugh loudly. This world's right in the middle of a Superhero Civil War. It's almost impossible not interact with colorful spandex.
... I Imagine. Again, can't see a thing!
"So, let me just get this straight? If I don't admit to have superpowers..."
"You'll be incarnated for a minimum of Ten years."
I smirk. I can actually avoid that easily... even without spilling my guts.
But, I decide to comply. I have to.
"There's a reason my eyes are shut."
"Yes, it's dangerous!" I say sarcastically. "What do I look like? Cyclops?!"
I can tell by her breath alone she's not happy with my attitude.
"I'll be blunt. I can travel alternate realities. Whenever I close my eyes. The only problem? I can only stay there with my eyes shut. And, it's unlikely I'll ever get the same world twice..."
"And you've spent the last three years here with your eyes closed?"
I once again laugh.
"I'm looking for someone... someone I lost. It's not really going to be her. I know that... but I just... I want to touch her again."
I place my hand atop Natasha's.
"I want to feel her breath, I want to hear her voice, I want to taste the scent of her shampoo, hear the way she laughs, the way she cries with sniffles, I want to feel her lips again... I just want to be in the same room as her. Just once."
It's quiet for a good three minutes. The only sounds I can hear are the tapping taps of a computer keyboard.
"You're free to go, Shut-Eyes Johnson."
I stand, smile, and turn.
I'm stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"I hope you find her."
"... I do too." I open my eyes for the first time in three years.
Back in my old apartment, no time passed at all, I brush my hand on my face, trying not to cry.
Post by niddlyby43 on May 28, 2020 21:02:35 GMT -6
Spacial Time Bomb - Weight Training
”So why doe we even do this if were gonna get back our ages?,” Gwen says as she wears rather ill fitting workout attire. Hefty muffin top with a pouchy belly and ring hanging over her bikini line. Her white blonde hair still in a messy bob, not having gotten a chance to change it. “Everything I own makes me look like a horny grandma and working out in public is..........degrading,” she says grabbing her wrinkled cleavage and stomach trying to conceal their wrinkled states.
America wearing rather loose workout attire as well, her clothes were more spacious in some areas (like her arms, though the bingo wings made up the difference in volume) and while her baggy ass was being suspended (her stomach in comparison to Gwen’s is rather limp, wrinkled flesh hanging over her seem as well). Stuffing her new dentures in as they continually slip out, “We don’t know how long we’ll be this...........old......so we need to stay in shape.”
”Dude, we are in shape; as in ill shaped. My ass is a goddamn saddle bag and despite my best efforts.....” Gwen stammers as she sees her pasty cheeks gleaming through her pants, the veins also being somewhat discernible. While her strength and equilibrium had diminished some, she was having a hard time bending. Stretching in and of itself became a choir and along with that......a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. Bending over to her front, her slippery breasts falls limply in front of her face “Dammit I nearly slapped my face with my own tit......” she laments as she frantically stuffs the ill shaped sack back into her bra.
”Don’t worry Gwen, some light.......Jesus.......H.........Christ.................exercise will keep us strong and............young.....” America says as she bending down and started her lunges. Each progressive attempt ending in a popping sensation, culminated with a crack upon their.......”completion.” Her wrinkled flesh jiggles with each attempt, much to some onlookers dismay. Despite her best efforts, barring down so profusely lets out a squelch that had some.....moderately wet side effects. “Shit..........barring down.......too muc.....” as she attempted to cover her ass, her dentures made their way out of her mouth and on to the floor. “OK........we kinda look.........”
”Like a desperate granny and her rather.............flatulent friend....” Gwen laments.
”Haha...........lunch is catching up to me......” America says as she attempts to straighten up with an odd wet sensation in her shorts. All the while both had accumulated a vast amount of sweat that was bleeding through their costumes, adding to the completely foreign sensation of their dimply flesh in the cloth. “God.......I hope.... we age better than this.....” America laments.
Reaching for her new thick glasses, “Well at least SHIELD gave us some.............assistance with our elderly situation; you think you need some........thicker underwear?” Gwen questioned with a smirk.
Turning beat red, “Shut up Gwen!!! I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself...........for now.......” America laments at her growing fragility.
Looking at rather deflated chest, seeing that her girls manage to dislodge themselves at every turn, “You think my tits would stop flopping out if I used my webbing?” Gwen asked patting her chest where her breasts could be in her youth.
”I mean sure........I can’t believe we’re talking about keeping you boobs from flying out......” America laments.
Last Edit: May 28, 2020 21:03:45 GMT -6 by niddlyby43
⚡️What was the strangest reality alternation you've encountered?
🚫... I'd have to say Grandma World.
🚫It's what I called it... can you guess why?
⚡️*Sipping on a glass of brandy* I could, however, I'd rather be entertained, old sport!
🚫... It's a pretty entertaining story.
⚡️Then please, tell the tale.
🚫Alright. It was about three years ago. I woke up, and, for some reason, every woman age 16 to 32 had aged 50 years over night.
⚡️Fascinating. And they weren't aware of the change?
🚫 Nope. Everyone acted like it was perfectly normal. For example, Miley Cyrus had the body of a 73 year old and no one batted an eye, no one thought it was strange she dressed... well... inappropriately for a 73 year old woman!
⚡️What about women who were actually ages 66 to 82?
🚫They had the bodies of women ages 16 to 32.
⚡️So a flip?
🚫Mhmm. Weirdest three months of my life.
⚡️Three months? Is that normal?!
🚫*Laughing* Sometimes, it can last a year. Maybe even a decade!
⚡️Perplexing. A decade of teenage girls with the bodies of senior citizens?! 🤔
🚫Let's just say Prom Season was weird, Chuck, and leave it at that. 🤣
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6