Some midflight fucking

The X-Jet lifted off the ground and jetted through the air, carrying Jean, Ororo, and Axel on course to the institute. Ready to enroll the perverted boy under the watchful eyes of many experienced mutants and eliminate the chaos he could potentially create if his wishes were left unchecked.

At least, that's what they believed was going to happen...

"This is so cool, this is so fucking cool," Axel said, still groping Jean's massive tits. The redhead's rack squished between his fingers, her incredibly hard nipples prodding into the palms of his hands while the rest of her big soft globes sunk into his grip.

"AH! OOH! Oh! Oh, I'm a cranky bitch in need of a good fuck! Oh! I'm a cranky bitch in need of a good fuck. AHHHHH, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jean's face was bright red, her cheeks flushed, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue hanging out; she was in an absolutely euphoric state.

Not surprising. She was a cranky bitch in need of a good fucking. The hottie said it herself.

And Axel was overjoyed to oblige, his hands groping the massive boobs, squeezing and kneading, twisting and pulling at the hard nipples, his hips thrusting up, drilling his dick into the snatch of the world-famous telepath, her fat ass clapping with each thrust.

As they rose off the parking lot, the only sounds ringing about were the slapping of Jean's juicy ass, her own breathy moans, and the whirring of the jet engines, which only helped to assert the surreal nature of everything going on. This was a high-tech, futuristic, and incredibly expensive-looking stealth jet. Something only used by the X-Men and probably only the highest ranking among them.

And despite all that... now, it was a floating throne carrying a teenager on top of his newest sex doll. A sex doll that just so happened to be the most powerful telepath in existence.

Absolutely crazy...

His actual throne was back to 'normal' now, and sitting on the pilot's seat. Someone had to guide the ship, and the team was too observed fucking the redhead's pussy, a new one to consider just wishing the jet into motion or just warping them to their destination entirely.

Besides, the sight of Jean's ass rippling, the sound of her moaning, and the sensation of his cock being squeezed by her wet pussy would all be enough to make the journey go by in the blink of an eye. And seeing Storm in her professional mode, operating the jet like this was just an ordinary return trip after a successful mission, was hilarious. All it took was a wish, and the intelligent woman hadn't the faintest idea that her teammate, and the current Headmistress of the academy, was moaning in pleasure around the dick of the very same teen they arrived to deal with.

And now she was directing him to the school that would serve as his new playground.

Well, actually, there was else to note about the 'professional' dark-skinned woman piloting the aircraft that made Axel chuckle every time he'd glance at the front of the jet.

She wasn't steering anything; in fact, her hands weren't touching the controls at all. Instead, she was fingering, twisting, pinching, and pulling at her erect dark brown nipples as if they were joysticks on a game controller, only more squishy and providing jolts of pleasure instead of rumble support. At the tug of her nips, her control over the air would steer the jet instead, making herself the controller and giving Axel an amusingly hot sight to see every now and then. The bland, focused look on the ebony woman's face was such a hilarious contrast to the absurdity taking place around them, on top of her own hands groping her breasts as if this were normal.

Yes, this was his reality now. They were just living in it.

"I'm a cranky bitch in need of a good fucking!" Jean yelled out as her pussy was stuffed with the teen's dick, his hand mauling her big fat booty.

"You're right. You're a cranky bitch." Axel agreed, smacking her ass again, causing her to tighten up and squeal in delight.

Other than having the time of his life, fucking this beautiful butt, the flight to the mansion was rather boring and uneventful. Axel's cock never ran out of steam, and Jean's womb had been filled with his seed multiple times; her belly bloated from the sheer amount of cum inside her.

Yes, he may or may not have wished that he could unleash gallons of cum, and never grow exhausted. Leaving Jean as just a fuck hole that wouldn't be granted mercy any time soon.

However, Axel was getting bored of filling her snatch and pulled out. He watched, mesmerized, as a geyser of his semen spewed from the gaping pussy, splattering across the polished metallic floor.

"I'm a cr-"

"Shut up." Axel slapped her ass again, and the redhead's pussy gushed out another spray of cum. "Now, turn around, and let's get a good look at these things." He gave her big tits a hard grope and tug.

Jean obeyed as he wished that she would.

Turning, the teen was greeted by the sight of her massive, heaving breasts. "These are some fucking beauties." He said, cupping them and letting the fat spill over his hands. "They're already perfectly massive, squishy... and somehow don't fucking sag like crazy? God damn." His eyes soaked in the sight of her immaculately huge rack and bounced them in his hands. "They're... perfect.... And I wish they would grow every time I say the word, bigger."

POOF

"Bigger."

POOF

"Even Bigger."

POOF

"Bigger. Bigger. BIGGER! FUCKING BIGGER!"

POOF POOF POOF

Her tits grew larger and larger, growing heavier and more massive with each wish. Appearing utterly ridiculous in their scale, nearly filling the cabin, all while Storm continued piloting, blissfully unaware of what was transpiring behind her.

Axel found this absolutely hilarious. Not particularly arousing. Her rack was already immaculate for that. This was just for his own amusement, and seeing these powerful professionals who must've accounted for every possible outcome in their recruitment mission just being reduced to his passive, oblivious toys made the teen feel ecstatic.

"Okay, I wish you were back to normal. And they don't grow at that word anymore."

POOF

Her rack was back to what he wished for, jiggling at their original, albeit still massive, size. "Holy shit, it's amazing how easy this all is... you're supposed to be the best of the best." He laughed, giving her nipples a nice hard twist.

Jean didn't respond, only standing poised at her tall stature while her rack was manhandled by this teen.

It confused Axel why she was remaining so silent, even while her boobs were being altered by his perverted whims, but he quickly remembered that he told her to shut up.

"Ah, you can talk now."

"I'm a cranky bitch in need of a good fucking!" Jean panted like a bitch, her legs shaking, pussy gushing out cum, and her entire body trembling from lust.

"Right.. that's all you say." Axel rolled his eyes. "But, I fucked you enough. Let's have you guys switch roles from before. I wish you believed you were a throne and posed like one, naked." After a POOF, Jean suddenly stood poised as a chair, her thick thighs and lap serving as the seat and her big boobs being the perfect backrest. Her emerald eyes stared directly ahead at the jet's inner wall mindlessly, plush lips held shut, arms out to the side, as armrests.

Axel then turned to the front of the jet, "Hey, Storm. Put the jet on autopilot and give me a titjob."

Hearing this, he was given a nod from the dark-skinned woman who had been tugging her nipples upwards to gain lift, "Affirmative."

The sound alone was arousing. Only an hour ago, she was the one uttering commands as if she had some level of authority over him. But since entering the ship and wishing that both women would be passively obedient to him during their trip, the roles seem to be flipped.

The Weather Witch's exotic voice was obedient and detached, completely oblivious to the fact her coworker and friend were behind her; having been fucked silly, was now being literally objectified as her mind was nothing more than that of a chair, with the teen sitting on her uncaring about anything g other than his own personal enjoyment.

Ororo pressed a button, and the jet started piloting itself. She unbuckled, freeing the strap of leather from between her massive dark fruits, rose from her seat, and her cape fluttered as she turned away from the chair, exposing her full figure curvaceous body, clad in that tight figure-hugging cleavage-presenting corset.

Axel's eyes were glued to her chest as the busty, exotic, mature woman approached, her dark-skinned, curvaceous body moving with grace and dignity but still retaining an air of sensuality and sexiness as her tits jiggled and clapped. All she was doing was walking, and yet even the most casual actions these hotties could make were mind-boggling for the perverse boy.

Once standing before him, with her enormous breasts in his face, She reached up, gripped the edge of her corset, and began pulling it down, and with it went her huge bra. Those massive black monstrous titties came spilling out, revealing the dark chocolate bumpy areola of her udders topped off with stiff nipples.

The corset and bra were flung to the side, landing in a heap somewhere on the floor of the jet. Storm kneeled before Axel and pushed her tits together over his lap, the large black orbs pressing around the teen's cock and wrapping him in the soft brown pillowy flesh.

"I hope this will satisfy you," Ororo said, her vacant, blank face staring straight ahead and her body moving mechanically and obediently, her hands pressing her tits around the cock of the teen, the dick's head occasionally poking out of the top of her cleavage, made for a rare sight as the utter size of her breasts nearly made the boy's shaft impossible to see within. Her skin glistened, as within her dark cleavage void, his pre was milked and spread around from the messaging motions her hands made, sinking into her own squishy flesh. Her large dark brown areolas jiggled slightly over the ripples of her breasts, poking and prodding him with her erect nipples.

Axel was mesmerized by the sight of Storm's gigantic black tits pressing around his cock, her soft, dark chocolate skin surrounding his meat, and pressing the veiny rod against the smooth back of her chest, protected by mountains of milk. The only thing that broke his trance was the loud, sloppy, and sticky squirting pleasure that spewed from her cleavage like a dark-skinned volcano erupting a fountain of gushing chode, as the teen moaned in pleasure with his cocked being milked by her pillowy soft udders.

His shaft was covered in the white mess, as it kept oozing out, though not so much so as Storm. Her bust, dripping and dribbling from the sides of her massive jugs, left her entire torso glazed and her cleavage coated in the pearly-white substance.

"Holy shit..." He murmured, leaning back against Jean's pillows. His 'chair' remained utterly unmoving and rigid, her massive bubbly buttocks sat in the empty air, breaking laws of physics or using her own psychic ability to be seemingly sitting on notching, a seat with no back legs, yet being the perfect throne all the same.

This was the start of his new life, and he was going to thoroughly enjoy it. Because thanks to these ladies breaking his personal bubble, he's got a taste for fucking with real women... after getting a taste, there's no way he's going to go back to laying low and messing with random students and teachers. Now he's going for big names, sexy names, anyone that catches his fancy, and anything else he wants.

The world is his toybox, after all.

Who is he not to play with them?