Moving In

Sydney collapsed on her brand new bed. The bed was much softer, fluffier, and way more comfortable than her bed back home. She knew her bed at home was nice, but nowhere near as nice as this. Her parents were by no means poor, but the wealth they had and the wealth his Professor Xavier has were on two completely different levels. This new life, Sydney thought, may be worth it. Sure she now had a giant dick swinging between her thighs, but hopefully the X-Men could help her, at the very least, make it disappear when she did not want it around. So far, she had only met a handful of people, and they all looked normal. Well, all of them except for that Nightcrawler guy.

“Ah well, they said he was born that way, so it would not be easy to make him look more normal,” she said to herself as she looked up at the ceiling of her new room.

“‘If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.’ Author unknown,” said a voice from her doorway.

“Aaaahhh!” Sydney screamed as she was caught off guard by someone suddenly speaking to her. The girl nearly fell out of bed when she jumped at the sudden scare.

“A reaction I am quite familiar with,” said a rather soft, yet quite intellectual voice.

“Oh, uh...hi,” Sydney said as she stared at the blue fur covered ape-man. “I uh..wasn’t screaming at you, I was just startled by your sudden comment,” Sydney tried to explain.

“Ah, I am quite sorry for startling you while you were collecting your thoughts on such a momentous day for your still young life,” the soft, but intellectual voice said.

“It’s ok Mr...uh...I don’t know who you are, sorry!” Sydney apologized.

“No need to apologize, young lady, for I have been a bad housemate and have not introduced myself to you,” he told her. “I am Doctor Henry McCoy, but you may call me Hank,” he said with a smile on his face, his beastly fangs on display.

“Oh! You are the scientist who will help me figure out what my powers are!” Sydney exclaimed excitedly.

“Assisting mutants in figuring out their powers is why we are here, young lady,” he told her. “I just wanted to introduce myself to you, and to let you know you may come to my lab at any time and we will go over some routine tests for a baseline and then we’ll go from there,” he offered her.

“Thanks!” she said cheerfully as she hopped off the bed and made her way to the bestial mutant. Once there she extended her hand out to his. “It is a pleasure to meet you Dr. McCoy!” she said politely, just as her parents taught her when meeting new people.

“‘Politeness costs nothing and gains everything.’ Lady Montague,” Hank said as his hand embraced hers and shook it softly yet enthusiastically. “You are a courteous and polite young lady. Also, Dr. McCoy is what officials call me, friends like you call me Hank,” he reiterated with a gentle smile before he turned and left Sydney alone.

Sydney went back to her bed and sat there, gathering her thoughts and messing around on her phone. She had yet to meet her roommate, but by the looks of her bed, desk, and posters, she was clearly a goth girl, or perhaps an emo girl. Sydney was not sure, but would find out once she actually showed up. It was not until an hour or so later, when Sydney finally heard her roommate coming.

“Like, why do I have to have a roommate, Jean?!” an angry, female voice said.

“Anna, she needs a room and you have an open bed,” a voice Sydney recognized, said. The mystery girl was arguing with Jean about Sydney being her roommate, it seemed.

“Why can’t she go live with the valley girl?!” countered the girl named Anna.

“Because Kitty has a new roommate, her name is-”

BANG

A loud bang from what sounded like underneath the manor obscured what Jean had said.

“The ice cream girl?” scoffed Anna. “Kitty gets the ice cream girl and I’m stuck with the mutant with abilities nobody knows?!” she said angrily.

“It wasn’t on purpose, Anna, I swear!” Jean told her as the voices got closer.

“Kitty said she was bored and didn’t like being alone. We were thinking of rooming you two together, but then we found her and Kitty asked to room with her,” explained Jean to Anna.

“Yeah, so she gets to eat ice cream and I’m stuck with some ticking time bomb!” argued Anna.

“Anna Marie! That is no way to talk about your new roommate!” countered Jean, her voice shifting from one of calm to one of authority. “Or must I remind you of what your power is?” she said with cutting words.

“Really?! Well sorry I was born with these powers! Too bad I’m not an all powerful psychic like you, or can shoot beams out of my eyes like your boyfriend!” she practically yelled at Jean.

“Anna, I’m sorry. I didn’t mea-” started Jean before she was cut off.

“Fuck you, Jean! Guess I’ll go meet my new fucking roommate and we can be two mutant freaks that are isolated from everyone else!” she yelled at Jean as she ripped open her door, gave Jean the middle finger, and then slammed the door in her face. Anna Marie turned and placed her back on the door and let out a long sigh.

“So uh, hi, I’m Sydney, the ticking time bomb!” she said with a smile while waving her hand. Anna’s face dropped when she heard the words she told Jean thrown back in her face. Shame and guilt made its way across her face as she thought what to say.

“Oh..uh...you heard that?” was all she could manage to say.

“Kinda hard not to, with the yelling and all,” Sydney pointed out.

“Yeah, I’m like sorry about that,” Anna apologized. “There’s just something about that damned valley girl and cheerleader that piss me off,” admitted Anna. “Just because they can be super social, good at everything, and control their powers, they think they’re better then me!” grumbled Anna. Sydney just let the girl vent about her problems with the other girls. Sydney could sympathize with Anna, her new cock made it quite hard for her to wear a lot of her favorite clothes, and bikinis and swimming in public was basically out the window. Even sleeping in her cami and panties were becoming uncomfortable.

“No, no, I get it. My powers are making it a bit uncomfortable for me as well,” admitted Sydney. “I can’t exactly enjoy the same things I used to before my powers awoke or activated or whatever it is they say. Well, I guess it's what we say, now? I dunno,” Sydney rambled a bit to her new roommate, trying to connect with her.

“So what’s your power?” asked Anna, who had now adjusted to having a roommate and wanted to at least know a bit about her.

“I uh...weeeeellll….you see…” stammered Sydney, not exactly sure how to broach the subject of her power. There was no real good way of telling someone else about her power, which she just now realized since it was happening in real time.

“You shy?” asked Anna, with a little smile on her face. “Want me to go first? Would that help?” she asked, enjoying the little power dynamic she had over her roommate’s shyness over power sharing.

“I...uh...yeah...please. It will help me psyche myself up for this,” admitted Sdyney.

“Fair enough,” Anna said. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m covered head to toe in clothes,” Anna pointed out. Sydney gave her a once over. The girl was wearing a black halter top with a matching black leather skirt. She had a green belt with black tights and a sheer, green long-sleeved blouse over her top. The thick combat boots, black choker with silver studs, matching bracelets, and black gloves really cemented the goth girl aesthetic she was going for. In fact, she looked quite sexy in that outfit and Sydney could feel her lower half begin to twitch at the thought of her mouth leaving black lipstick kisses on her cock as the other girl was on her knees worshiping her cock.

“Oh, uh, yeah, didn’t notice,” Sydney tried to play off as her mind now continued to fantasize about Anna deepthroating her cock while she played with her pussy.

“I can absorb the powers of anyone I touch or who touches me. If I touch for a few seconds, I can get their powers and if I touch for longer, I can get memories and personality traits,” explained Anna. “If I hold it for too long, the person passes out for a while. And if its a normal person, I just take their memories and personality and they pass out,” she told her roommate. “So, basically, I can’t touch anyone,” she said with hints of anger and loneliness.

“Oh...wow…” Sydney said as her mind snapped back to reality when she heard that explanation. “That is rough. Now I feel like a bitch complaining about my power,” admitted Sydney.

“Well, what’s your power?” asked Anna. Sydney sighed before she responded.