A peaceful calmness had washed over Franklin, numbing all desires except that which he had already found atop this warm and expansive mattress. As cozy as that sounded though, Sue had to deny her son that, but she managed to gently slip her flabby arms underneath his drowsy form. Lumbering her tubby form up, the mother of two cradled her child lovingly against her squishy, naked body, with her fat still serving as the perfect cushion, and made her way to Franklin’s room.

Happiness of all sorts was filling Sue out as much as her fat cells, and by this point, she looked almost joyful enough to cry. Looking down past her shaking breasts, she just watched her son resting in her arms. She felt like she could just look at him for hours; he was such a good boy and looked like such an angel. She hoped that Franklin knew this as well as she did, and hoped that he was having wonderful dreams of when the time came that he would become a superhero as well.

Soon, she pulled back the covers, and eased him down, with her son only slightly mumbling a bit before he was at peace once more. As he turned to his side, Sue placed the blanket on him. Kneeling down, she stayed at his side, sighing happily at her baby boy. She may be the Invisible Woman, but she must have done even more good than she thought to be this blessed. Reaching out, she stroked Franklin’s head once more, making the young boy smile in his sleep. His mommy smiled to, and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life letting him know just how much she loved him.

“Aww, almost makes you forget that one of ‘em is a big, fat, skank, and the other gave his virginity to his mom.” chimed in the omniscient narrator, Deadpool, killing the mood like he had so many of his targets in the past. Now back in everyone’s center stage, the merc with only a mouth added this as well “And that my friends, isn’t even the freakiest thing we’ll see here, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Back to more important things, I have come to a decision. Folks, being the narrator is a blast, I’m tellin’ yah, you get the best seat in the house for the action, but this whole disembodied voice thing, it’s gotten REALLY old REALY fast. So, while you were ‘enjoying’ the show, I was working on this.” As he began to concentrate, while also hoping that last night’s taco bell didn’t come back right now, soon the screen began to reveal Deadpool, materializing right before your very eyes. In place of the paused image from the last scene now showed the Merc with the Mouth, returned to his former glory “I did it! Wahoo!!! And best of all, with this angle, I can pop in on things if I want. Heck, I don’t even have to be seen; I can go all Rod Serling on the scene, YEAH!” while he chewed the scene some more, the munch fest was brought to an end when someone off screen suddenly whispered to and caught Deadpool’s attention. He quickly moved over and listened in, and soon returned to crushing what remained of the fourth wall into even tinier pieces.

“Okay, it’s been brought to my attention that I am holding everything up right now….and since I was unable to form my GUNS for some reason.” He paused to glare at off screen, “while I work on that, what say we crossfade to Westchester NY and see how the X-men are doin’? Oh what’s that? Oh yes, neurotic and unforgiving fanboys, I hear you and I am fully aware that the X-men are supposed to be in San Francisco, well some of them are anyway. I respect your opinion and understand that you’ve got a problem, but I would however like to point this out; when you find a super cosmic power that lets you rewrite history, you can make things EXACTLY like the comic books right down to the trademarks, but until that day comes, I advise all of you to shut you mother F’ing traps before I take a knife, cut off your tongue, make you swallow that tongue and then at some point let you literally get to taste your own ass.” Deadpool said. One of the voices in his head told him that was pretty freaking dark even for them, but while the other said that they were justified. While they are occupied though, what say we take his advice and stop by the Xavier Institute?





Now if you ask people about Scott Summers, the first reaction you’d likely get is, “He’s a jackass.” To be fair, that’s not exactly a lie. Cyclops, while leader of the X-men, has a long history of also being a super douchebag on top of everything else. Whether it’s his constant irritable and no nonsense attitude that can quickly became grating to really anyone, the fact that he left his wife and their child as soon as Jean came back to life(and that somehow turned Madelyn Pryor into the Goblin Queen, but don’t ask me how that worked), oh and let’s not forget the time he had a psychic affair with the former White Queen while he was still with Jean. Yes, Cyclops can certainly be a very unlikeable person at times, but right now, anyone can and should hate him. Why? Well, do you currently have two supersized and super beautiful women currently fighting over who gets to pleasure you the most?

That’s right, Cyclops was currently lying back, hands behind his head, and just smiling away while Jean and Emma were acting like his crotch was made of ice cream. Aside from that pleasure, he also got to ogle their irresistible forms while they worked their magic.

Emma Frost was unquestionably hot; that shining blond hair, her wide array of skimpy outfits that had most looking more like lingerie rather than actual costumes, and hearing that British accent made virtually anything she said as irresistible as her body. Being such a powerful psychic, she could have been huge even before V-Day and yet with her powers, she could convince everyone that she looked as flawless as ever. Now that she was big though, Emma refused to hide anything. Her face had much more meat on it, filling her out and making her look less intimidating, but this was still Emma Frost. Most people did not stare at her double chin though, as the other double pair everyone always had their eyes on was still as solid as ever, not to mention bouncy. Snacking on supervillains and everything else had made Emma go up a cup size, stretching her girdle-like top with the red X in between both of the mounds to its limits, but not nearly as much as the belly that looked like a ball of fresh dough drooping over her waistband while the many love handles it sported did the same. Her white gloves were painted onto her much wider limbs, as were her pants, and only the cape connected to her top was keeping the only twins bigger than her jugs out of sight.

“Next up, we’ve got Jean Grey, back from what, her eighth or ninth death? Was anybody else really, I mean REALLY pissed off with how many times this walking disaster kept picking up daisies? I mean seriously, it’s like, either keep her alive and doing something or just stick her in the ground for good. I mean yeah, anyone and everyone who’s in comic books can and probably has died and come back to life at least once, but with all her resurrections, I think even the man upstairs isn’t getting sick of this shit. She might as well change her name to Resurrection Girl, oh but then DC would have a huge hissy fit and then….huh?....Really, with a cheese grater?....Ugh, fine I’ll shut up. You know, you just did the impossible, right?”

Now if the narrator will keep his stupid mouth shut, you can find out how Jean Grey looks in this new world of gluttony and full figured women. Scott’s former wife was currently sporting her Dark Phoenix look right down to that yellow sash around her waist, but how she managed to have the costume without the fiery space bird inside her was anyone’s guess. Inside the red tights, was a real fat bottomed girl, as the crooks Jean had snacked on went straight to her ass. Bigger than beach balls, those cheeks stuck up in the air like two red blimps right now and their size carried onto the gut, giving Jean a very well rounded look, though her tummy wasn’t quite as big as her buns. Her boobs had also gone up another cup, but Emma naturally still had her beat. Her legs were thick stalks of blubber that helped heave her fat butt all around and some new fat coated her arms as well, all while her face was as full as those ruby lips of hers.

Jean held the cock in her yellow gloves softly, as her hungry tongue tantalized the shaft with every lap. She looked so full of lust, as did Emma, who was repeatedly swallowing the balls, sending them in and out of her mouth in one sloppy, fluid motion as they bounced on and off her tongue. She devoured those nuts like a hungry squirrel, but she needed the whole package.

“Out of my way, Grey.” A psychic shove sent Jean right off the bed, and let Emma undo her corset, letting her girls pop free, so both they and her mouth could have fun. Scott grinned at this, but soon Jean came to hover before him, turning around to back her truck right up into him. It was like two crimson boulders were shoved right in Scott’s face, but they stopped just an inch way, their jiggle making him long for more.

“You want a lick Scott?” Jean asked coyly. Even with his cock stolen away, she would show Emma who the real mistress of pleasure was.

“Ooooh! A fight between two gorgeous girls, the suspense is killing me…..what are you waiting for? Click to the next chapter!” Deadpool said.