Falling for a celebrity

Three days had gone and passed after checking on Storm and Rogue at the greenhouse, and with Scott putting his foot down with Jean about life back home. Since then, Scott found Jean was chipper now more than ever. There was a pleasant skip to her step whenever he found her and there were times he thought she was intentionally trying to rouse him from time to time when she'd bend at the waist to clean up the house or when she'd press her bust against his face when serving him food at the table.

It worked of course.

There wasn't a moment back home where he didn't have Jean pressed against the wall, bent over the table or dragged to bed to screw her 7 ways to Sunday for all her flirting. And she wasn't the only one. When he found Anne Marie and Ororo together, a small part of him worried she had found each other out, and they DID! But instead of being angry, they seemed enthused to SHARE their husband. Since then it wasn't too uncommon to find the two waiting for him whenever he'd go to either of their homes. Even with all the mind-blowing sex he had been having with all three of his wives, Scott found there were moments that even when sated, he still wanted more!

He loved his three wives, deeply. They each had a taste to them, personality traits that complimented each other. Jean kept him on his toes, Rogue helped build him up and Storm was affectionate to a fault. And to think it all turned out fantastic after that malfunction at the pool. Sure he was the size of a bear and his current attire made him LOOK like a bear disguised as a pencil pusher as he lumbered his way to his office in New York. Sitting at his desk, the reinforced chair groaned loudly as he sat close to his desk and went over a few offers being made for Krakoa. But a thought came to mind that made him drop his pen to the desk.

"Alison."

He was surprised it slipped his mind at the time, but she was at the pool too, she was with them the whole time until they separated and went their own ways. Did she get changed too? Shrugging, Scott turned to open a desk drawer and plucked out a television remote to check the news from an overhead television set hanging from the upper corner of his office. The moment he turned on the television and changed the channel, he found a news station and watched, hoping to get some new input and distract him from the incentive Storm gave him if he returned home to her place first before going home to Jean.

"Good morning everyone." Chirped the smiling newscaster as the camera zoomed in to focus on the smiling woman. "We've got some updates regarding today's game along with the art show displaying this week at New York's museum. But the first highlight of today is the current state of one of our rising music stars from Krakoa."

"That's right Lisa." Explained the fellow anchor ruffling his papers. "Let's take a look."

Looking up to the tv, Scott nearly dropped his remote when the news turned to a picture of Dazzler standing impatiently in a line to a burger restaurant in a mall... And she was huge! Easily head and shoulders taller than the people in front and behind her, Alison Blaire crossed her arms under her massive chest and huffed in annoyance. The only thing she was wearing, likely because it was the only thing that fit was what looked like a pair of sweat pants stretched beyond capacity into daisy dukes and a poncho that if on a human would cover them completely but on her towering voluptuous body it was a tube top.

"Dazzler as she's called on stage has almost over night become a massive star... Both in her record sales AND in person. The singer refused to give any updates on her current album and suggested we reach her agent for any sound bites. Personally? I think her fame has given her a swelled head, amongst other body parts."

"YOUR just jealous because she can rock that poncho better."

"Yeah well I'm not trying to smuggle a pair of disco balls under my blouse Tom."

"Wish you did..." Tom whispered, but could still be heard, just as Lisa began shouting and the newsfeed ended.

Scott, however had already left his office and stomped his way out of the embassy, running his way out into the streets where groups of people immediately got out of his way.