A glimpse back then forward

Earlier that day

Ororo's heels clicked to an invisible tune, echoing across the metallic walls, amidst the labyrinth of the X-Men's underground facility. Psylocke, whose gaze always seemed fixed on some distant, tactical horizon, met her at the entrance to Cerebro. Her expression was as rigid as the metallic corridor around them. She had just returned from a stealth mission overseas and still needed time to cool off and return to teacher mode.

"Had I not a class to teach, I'd do this myself," Psylocke said, upon meeting her gaze, adjusting the cuffs of her tactical purple suit. Her purple hair was tied back in a severe, functional knot. "In fact, if you don't mind substituting for me. I could handle the situation. You have always had a better way with the students."

Ororo gave the eager Asian woman a faint smile, followed by a hand on her shoulder, "Do not undermine yourself, Betsy. Your students come to expect you, when class begins, not me. Even if you claim you would rather be on missions than here teaching, your actions prove otherwise. You have returned, on time, have you not?"

Rolling her eyes, Psylocke checked the time and moved past her, "Suit yourself then. Jean is waiting for you in the chamber."

As the purple-haired woman carried herself away, Ororo watched, humming to herself while partly in thought. The true reason she hadn't taken Betsy up on that offer was ironically that the claim that she was better with the youth was true. Betsy was never the first choice for recruitment missions; she wasn't the most naturally gifted at interacting with young potential. Despite that, the students she does teach all hold an affinity to her, and she cares for them, whether she herself will admit such or not. She completed her mission, flew back from across the world, just to be here on time to continue their lessons. That isn't something a woman who doesn't care about her children would do.

Everyone has their part to play, and the skills to play them.

The metallic doors to Cerebro slid open, and Ororo stepped inside the chamber. Jean stood in the center of the circular platform, her arms outstretched, her eyes closed in deep concentration. The room hummed with a low, resonant energy, the air thick with the scent of ozone and raw psionic power. A faint red light emanated from Jean's body, pulsing in rhythm with the beat of the universe.

"Good morning, Jean," Ororo said, approaching her best friend, sister, and trusted ally. "I arrived as quickly as I could."

Jean lowered both arms, one gently resting on her belly, the other flicked up a finger, causing Cerebro to float up from her head, so the two women could make eye contact as she gave a warm smile. "Thank you, Ororo. I am so sorry this is such short notice. I know you were just about to enjoy your break after your morning class."

"Nonsense. For you, sister, I will always make time. As I know you would do the same." Ororo said, returning the smile. "What is the situation?"

"An old one.. well, new one.. new to you," Jean explained, holding out her hand. A small, holographic image of a young man flickered to life between them. He looked to be about eighteen, with shaggy brown hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "His name is Max Lane. Eighteen. He's... an interesting case."

Ororo studied the hologram. "Interesting how?"

"His powers are unique," Jean said, her expression thoughtful. "Technopathy, but with a twist. He doesn't just control technology; he creates it. Out of thin air. He can manifest complex devices, from simple tools to sophisticated technological electronics, with a thought." She gave a pause to allow her friend to study the accumulated data herself. "This is all the information I logged and assigned to his case over five months ago. I didn't tell you because I didn't think I would need any help... but.." She glanced downwards for a moment, indicating her belly. "I was only one month pregnant at the time, and now... you know how time works. I could do this myself—"

"But you have me, you don't need to." Ororo cut her off gently. "I understand Scott is still out on his mission from last week. But..." Her eyes wandered to his projection. She waved a hand, and the teen's projection moved with her motion. "How did he evade your mind for so long? I don't imagine he has any mental resistance against a telepath of your caliber."

"No, he doesn't. But his technopathic abilities did give our radar location scanner some trouble. I had to contact the Baxter Building for aid in upgrading our systems beyond their current capabilities. Of course, Reed is still off-world with the Professor and the others, but Sue is a very capable scientist in her own right and managed to upgrade our scanners with Reed's tech. She was just here, but you missed her." Jean cleared her throat and looked back at the screen. "Then, less than an hour later, I located him. And performed a basic mental scan of the boy and those around him."

"That is... impressive," Ororo admitted, a little taken aback. "That you had to resort to upgrading our entire system base just to find him. His powers could be dangerous, if honed; who knows what things he could be used to hack? S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database, The Baxter Building, Jarvis.."

"That's the thing," Jean continued, "He doesn't see it that way. He uses his powers for... pranks. He was suspended from school multiple times for creating... well, let's just say he was indulging in 'inappropriate' use of holographic projections in the girls' locker room. From the scan I performed, I believe a camera was involved... The boy is a pervert."

Ororo sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Another one for us counsel then, hmm? Perhaps Logan should take this one under his wing?" She joked, knowing how badly that would end up.

"No, not Logan." Jean chuckled. "But as Headmistress, it is my responsibility that everyone here is taken care of. I understand how the awakening moment of one's X-Gene also awakens... hormones that weren't there before.." She held a faint blush on her cheeks at that. Both Jean and even Ororo understood how they had felt when their powers blossomed. No mutant is immune to the hormones that accompany their powers. They'd be hypocrites to claim that they also hadn't had perverse thoughts at the time, or even indulged in them before growing past them. "But I will make sure one of his earliest classes will instill responsibility and respect into him. So far, he's been running around as if consequences and adult authority don't apply to him. Let's make sure to shake that out of him."

Ororo nodded. "Agreed, and understood. I understand you have already begun working on his curriculum, then?"

"Yes, I will have it ready by tonight, if you can get him here this afternoon, he will be ready by tomorrow."

"I'd better be going then," Ororo approached her friend and gently hugged her from behind, breasts pressing into the other woman's back with a noticeable squish, which ironically, neither woman noticed. "And you can stay here as the genius all-seeing eye behind the scenes. You are doing a wonderful job taking over the Professor's position, sister."

"I hope... Ro' I hope..." Jean sighed, leaning into her friend. She rested a hand on her belly, only for Ororo's own warm hand to rest atop hers. "In just a few months, I will be able to do these myself again..."

Ororo smirked, "In a few months, you'll be a mother, with a child to raise... I imagine I will be filling in for you quite a bit. But I will make sure you pay it off over time."

Both chuckled, but Jean paused first, her eyes blinking as she remembered something, "Oh! I almost forgot. I probably don't have to tell you this, but we are to keep the truth of this facility, the X-Men, and everything related to heroes and our connections a secret."

"Of course, that is the usual affair. Is there something more to note here? We always keep that from the young mutants until they are more accustomed to us." Ororo pulled back, with a questioning look on her face.

"Yes, but this case is doubly so. He's been broadcasting fantasies about every female hero within a fifty-mile radius since he hit puberty. It's like a mental porn carnival in there. I've refrained from looking too deep into his mind for privacy's sake, and even still, he's a walking superhero fantasy machine." She licked her lips to moisten them, "And it's my job to keep this school safe. It's best to make sure he remains unaware of the X-Men and our ties. Otherwise, he'd be encouraged to use his powers or try to pull some perverted stunts."

"First of all, no. It isn't your job. It is ours. Betsy's, Logan's, Emma's, Scott's, all of ours. And we will teach him control. We will teach him respect. " Ororo said, her tone firm. "You said he could potentially take pictures? We can't have him doing that to the female students."

Jean shook her head, "No. We can't. And we won't. I am honestly not sure if the camera or the projections he can create are visible or not. He hasn't made any in front of someone before; if he doesn't know, I have no way of knowing by reading his mind. All I know is he can, and has, used his ability to take high-quality, lifelike candid photos of women before. If the projections are not noticeable, he could theoretically make a camera that's invisible."

"So you're worried he might... make something to spy on our female students?" Ororo’s eyes narrowed.

"Yes. The possibilities are nearly endless. I think his powers make him a human, albeit inexperienced, computer. We need to watch him carefully. There's potential, but he's still a teenager with a one-track mind." Jean explained, her expression serious. "I'll inform the faculty, and any students aware of the X-Men, to keep everything related to such a secret from him. And you'll be assigned to be his main point of contact. You're better at setting boundaries than I am sometimes."

Ororo nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I understand. I will handle it. I'll make sure he knows the rules, and I will be keeping a close eye on him. We all will." She gave her friend one last hug before turning to leave.

---

After arriving, greeting his mother, and entering the boy's room. Ororo was taken aback by the sheer candid audacity of a hero fantasy in his bedroom. Jean had warned her that he was a fan of female heroes, sure. But posters along the walls of She-Hulk, Spider-Woman, a custom-made print of Emma Frost, and a picture of herself that he must have taken from some magazine or online source and printed out, it was a lot to take in. She had seen fanboys' rooms before. She had been an object of such desire before. But this felt different. More... intense. Maybe it was the warm scent emanating from the room. She just had to open a window and use her power to flow in fresh air.

As she did, she found his figure collection, one of which was a lewd rendition of the Scarlett Witch. Though her usual red corset ensemble is revealing, the boob/cleavage to corset ratio was a fair bit exaggerated here. And was that cum in the cleavage?

She looked around, her gaze taking in the cluttered desk, the clothes strewn across the floor, and the bed, unmade and messy. It was the typical room of an eighteen-year-old boy, but the posters and figurines gave it a unique and slightly unsettling feel. She was not prepared for how it made her feel. A mix of discomfort and a strange, fluttering feeling in her stomach, she couldn't quite place. He clearly saw all the women here as sex objects to fufil his desires. Mutants can often be horny, but this is something else.

They're going to have their work cut out for them, fixing up and making this teen learn respect. Especially when a majority of the ones in charge of him and in authority, going forward, will be women. Many of the women he is actively fantasizing about. (Though he won't be realizing the connection for a long while, at least until they scrub every once of perversion from that immature mind of his, all their hero ties will remain a mystery to him.) At least until many of the current missions are done with, most of the men part of the X-Men are currently out for one reason or another.

When Ororo saw the poster of herself, the famous hero Storm in a very lewd pose, she had to hold back a grimace. That was taken during her fight in New York. Was taking down Sandman by summoning a torrent to wash him away. Some cameraman caught her in the most perverted freeze frame, with her arms raised to summon a rain storm, her suit had shrunk in the wash before this, and it made her breasts really pop out. On top of the current position of her arms, there was almost a hint of areola on display with how bulged out her chest was. That's not to mention the blatant cameltoe...

The quicker she was done with this, the better. After using her signature charm, the kind that makes her one of the best at handling the youth, she convinced him to attend their school without the need for **** whatsoever. She went to discuss matters with the boy's mother, but before metting her she sent out a mental call to Jean, trusting her friend mind was ready to assist in any way.

'Sister. Can you hear me?'

'Loud and clear, Ororo,' Jean's thoughts came back, warm and familiar. 'How is it going? Did he agree?'

'He did. He is currently packing. I must say, this is... quite the young man. He has taken his fascination with female heroes to a whole other level.'

'I did warn you. For his sake, and ours, it's best to keep him in the dark regarding who we are. Do I have permission to look into your thoughts?'

'You need not even ask, Jean. I have nothing to hide from family.' With Jean's permission, Ororo focused on the room. She let her memories of the past few minutes flow into her friend's mind. She made sure to give a full picture, from the She-Hulk poster to the Scarlett Witch figurine.

'Oh my. I see what you mean. That is... quite a collection.' Jean's mental voice had a hint of amusement. 'And the poster of you? I remember that day. The tabloids had a field day with it.

'As did he, it seems,' Ororo thought back, a sigh in her mental tone. 'I have to talk to his mother now. I will see you at the institute. Oh, and I made up a name for the school, be sure to share it with everyone else.'

'Ah, yes.' Jean's thoughts chuckled, _'I noticed that in your memory. 'Jean Grey Institute,' is that what we're going with? Sounds a bit pretentious.'_

'Well. You have taken to Xavier's spot, no? And doing a wonderful job at it, mind you. I don't think the name is too off, at least as a cover. By all accounts, it is now your school.'

'Emma will not like that name change.'

'I have a solution to that,' Ororo paused, 'Read my mind again.'

There was a brief delay in response before Jean's mind returned. 'Now that's just mean. Don't let Emma find this; she loves to read minds unprompted. Also, I love you too. I noticed that little message you slipped in there.'

Ororo mentally giggled, a smile on her lips, 'Just needed to be sure you're paying attention. Also, I do not fear Emma's prodding when I have a sister to call on in the need of any mental protection.'

'Okay okay. Well, I'll leave you to this. And, Ro'... try not to let him get under your skin. He's just a boy. A very, very misguided boy.'

'I know, Jean. I know. But he is our misguided boy now. And it is our job to guide him right.' With that, Ororo ended the mental conversation. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked out of the room, ready to face the next challenge: Max's mother...

Turns out it was easy to convince her. No need to say anything more on that.

The only thing that had bothered her somewhat was when Max came down the stairs while she was mid-conversation. It wasn't his arrival that caused any issues, but more so the way he grazed his hand over her rear. It started off fine, just lightly brushing past her butt, it was fine. She has no issues with him touching her ass, certainly no consequences. But when he seemed to get emboldened by her lack of a reaction, and fully grabbed a whole handful of her assflesh, she got a little bit distracted and even yelped a bit mid-conversation to his mother. She quickly gathered her wits about herself, though, and cleared her throat, saying, "Apologies. What were you saying, Ms. Lane?"

The woman was asking me a question about the school's introductory pamphlets, but Max had interrupted. Again.

“Excuse me,” he said, right as Ororo had her mouth open to say something. Poor timing. Interruptions were another thing that they'd need to address. When someone in authority is speaking, let them finish, then you are allowed to speak.

"Yes, Max?" She had turned to him, with his hand still fully engulfed in her ass. She always knew she had what the kids would call, 'a big black ass.' But seeing how easily her rear butt flesh just swallowed his hand was remarkable, she didn't realize her ass was that malleable.

He asked for one of her pamphlets.

"Sure," She said, handing him one. Before resuming the conversation, "So, as I was saying, we have—" *SLAP* "Ow~!" She yelped out, bouncing on her heels from the sudden shock of the moment. It didn't really hurt too much; she's taken far worse, of course, but she isn't bulletproof or has enhanced skin. That stung, it really did. He seemed to have hit her with that pamphlet on the butt as hard as he could. As a mutant, he probably had some minor level of enhanced strength, nothing crazy or notable, but enough to make sure that hit stung. She wasn't angry, it wasn't against the rules for him to do that, but it did sting. "—we have some of the best teachers in the nation," Ororo continued, as if nothing had happened. He was testing the boundaries. Good to know. Next time she'll be ready.

"So you're covering the whole expense? Why?" The woman asked.

She rubbed the smarting spot with her hand, trying to soothe the lingering sting. "The institute has a very generous pro bono department." She smiled, then turned to the boy, he instinctively winced, as if he was ready for her to attack him or something. For what? Slapping her ass? Why would she have a problem with that? "Are you ready to go?" She asked, and he opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

"You came downstairs," She says. "I assume that means you've finished packing, no?"

"Uhhh, yeah, let me just grab my bag." He said and ran upstairs.

That boy is going to be a handful.. huh?

After he got his things, he continued to play bongos on her ass as they walked outside. It was as if she were a toy. He was treating her like a butt, like a plaything. He is lucky she didn't mind; if she had a problem with it, the boy would've been struck by lightning the second his finger brushed her rear. It's just a little slap here, a little grab there... But he'd better know better than to try anything like this on any other female at the institute. For her, it's fine. Anyone else is crossing the line, and she'd be the first to enforce it. Better her than Jean. She trusts Ororo to be calm for a reason, despite being named Storm. If Jean got mad, oh... that kid wouldn't know the storm that would follow.

He seemed to be playing with something she couldn't see in the rear-view mirror as she focused on the road ahead, on the mission at hand: get this boy to the institute and begin the long, arduous process of shaping him into a responsible young man.

---

Back to the present

Ms. Munroe walked through the hallways of the institute, her heels clicking a confident rhythm against the polished floors. She was heading for the lunch hall, leading me behind. Jean had given me permission to visit the lunch hall, as I was a tad bit famished, but really, I wanted to see if I could get a scope of the land before visiting my dorm room. Part of me wondered how Ms. Munroe knew to take me to the lunch hall instead of my room, since Headmistress Jean never told her, but maybe she sent the woman a text or something.

As the tall curvy dark-skinned beauty walked, I continued my **** on her ass, this time with two hands, both kneading her cheeks like dough, she'd occasionally let out a soft grunt or a surprised yelp when I winded up a loud and hard *SPANK* to her rear, but she didn't slow down, her gaze was fixed forward, her stride purposeful. Those thick, plump, black buns were filling up the woman's tight, skinny jeans so well that I could see them bouncing with each step and sway of her hips.

"Hey, can you hold on for a second?" I said, grabbing her by the ass with both hands, fully mashing her cheeks up and between my fingers. She stopped instantly and turned her head, her white hair falling over her shoulder with a slight tilt. "Yes, Max?"

"Where are all the students? I haven't seen anyone else but you and the headmistress." I was lying, of course. I had seen dozens of students on my way in, but I wanted to see her reaction. I just wanted an excuse to do this.. I dropped down to my knees behind her.

"It's lunchtime," she said, her voice a low, soothing melody that did little to calm the raging beast in my pants. "Most of the student body is in the dining hall. Or they have a free period. It's a big campus."

What I actually heard from her was: "Most of the student body is in—"

Because I was too busy diving headfirst into her ass, and moterboating her big, meaty, black asscheeks. The rough fabric of the jeans, the pressure of her muscles against my face. It was heaven. I just wish I could feel the real thing.

She let out a little gasp, a soft "Oof!" as the sudden pressure of my face against her rear threw her slightly off balance. But she didn't protest. She didn't pull away. She just stood there, a statue of stoic resignation, as I buried my face in her ass, my hands gripping her hips for support.

Surprisingly, her ass smells like heaven, almost sweet, like a warm musky perfume. I popped my face out, only now noticing the faint steam of heat and musk eminating from her ass. "Why does your ass smell so good?" I asked, genuinely. I'm not too familiar with how women clean themselves. "Is that perfume or... do you—"

"Mr. Lane." Ms. Monro's voice grew oddly stern, "That is a highly inappropriate question to ask. Do no ask such a question again."

I looked at her, confused by how asking a question about her ass is off-limits, but touching it is okay. Huh. "Fine. I guess I'll just find out." I muttered, then dived my face back in to get a whiff again. This time, she didn't say anything but just stood there as I took a deep whiff. Her stance was tense, her shoulders squared, but she didn't move. She just let me have my moment. It was a warm strawberry scent, no doubt, without a question, she must've padded some kind of strawberry-scented perfume between her ass cheeks. Which, oddly enough, turned me on. Why would she go through the effort of scenting up her ass? She had no idea her day would lead to me doing this. Yet she clearly wanted her ass to smell good, just in case.

After I had my fill, I pulled my face back, popping free, panting, my face flushed with a mixture of arousal and exertion. A wide grin plastered on my face. "Okay, I'm ready now."

"Very well," she said, and we continued on our way. She started walking again, her hips swaying with the same steady rhythm as before. I fell into step behind her, my hands finding their way back to her ass, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks through the fabric of her jeans. I was obsessed with her ass, who knew playing with butts was this much fun? I doubt I'd find another ass more worth groping.

Just as I thought that. The biggest ass, the plumpest peach, the steamiest cake I've ever seen in my life just casually strode out of a classroom. "Ah~ Howdy sugah. You must be the new student?" I heard her say as she passed me, a thick southern drawl that made my ears perk up. Her body was built like an hourglass, with thick, brickhouse curves in the lower regions. Her curves were unreal, her waist was incredibly slender curving out to her hips were so wide they looked like they could barely fit through the doorway. Maybe that's an over exaggeration, but she seriously had the biggest ass I've ever seen in my life. The only cake I'd seen this plumped up was those candid shots of Rogue's ass in that tight-ass X-Men outfit. But now I know for a fact there are two women with that same build! What I'd kill to get a Rogue added to this app somehow, but I doubt the pictures of her online would suffice.

But this chick. If she is the closest I'll get to having an ass THAT BIG in this app, I could add her and pretend I'm playing with Rogue.

She was wearing tight yoga shorts that lined every cheek with a white crop top that did little to contain her large breasts and even larger ass. Her boobs weren't exactly straining to fit the crop top, but they were certainly pushing hard against the fabric, their combined weight making an obvious bouncy bulge, weighing the top down with a hefty load. which were straining against the fabric, threatening to burst free at any moment. She had white and brown curly hair that spilled around her shoulders; her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, making her look as if she had just stepped out of a sauna. There was a towel draped over one arm; she must've been working out. She had a friendly, approachable aura about her, a radiant smile that could light up a room. The face looked familiar, but I couldn't point out how; regardless, it was her ass that truly captivated me. Whoever she might've reminded me of face-wise, I wouldn't be able to nail it because I was probably not looking at the person's face if I'm being honest with myself.

"H-Hi!" I stammered, pulling my hands free from Ororo's ass. Luckily, the awareness toggle kept anyone else from noticing my booty antics. "I'm Max!"

She extended a gloved hand. "The name's Rog—"

Ororo coughed into her hand loudly when the woman said her name so I couldn't hear it, "Sorry." She apologized, "There was something in my throat. Achem... try again."

The woman gave her a weird look, then blinked as if remembering something, "Ah~ Sorry, sugah~ my mind wandered for a heartbeat there." She finally let me shake her gloved hand, the corner of her mouth tugging up. "Name’s Anna-Marie, but you can call me Ms. LeBeau." After a soft laugh, she added, "But call me whatever you like, darlin’. I’m the most easygoing instructor you’re gonna meet. We’re here to learn, sure, but this ain’t a boot camp."

"Oh, cool. Thanks, Anna-Marie." I said, trying to play it cool, but my heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, even more so than before. HER ASS WAS SO HUGE! A familiar and welcome warmth spread through my body.

She nodded and turned to whisper something to Ororo. "Really? Jean Grey School for Higher Learning? Lord have mercy, that’s a mouthful if I ever heard one?"

Ororo hushed her, but truth be told, I wasn't listening; I was taking this opportunity to gawk at how huge that butt was. Those yoga shorts were stretched so thin I could see the outline of her thong, I think. And the way her cheeks jiggled as she shifted on her feet... it was like watching two giant, fluffy pillows bouncing in slow motion. I had to use this opportunity to steal a picture. On instinct, without even thinking, I took a shot of the woman, then one of her ass so I could jerk off to it later, or use it if needed, while both were distracted. Then I uploaded it. Whatever the second image was, I'd find a way to get it before she got too far away.

'More Data Needed. Image Required: Naked Ass Shot - Minimum 85% Skin Needed.'

My mouth dropped open.

What. The. Hell.

I need to get a real picture of her ass NAKED!?

Just before they could turn back to me, I removed the camera.

"Anyway," Anna-Marie said, her eyes looking back at me a millisecond after the menu vanished, failing to notice, "Welcome to the school, sugah. Hope you like it here."

"Thanks," I managed to say.

She then nodded, turned, and sashayed away, not literally, but that's what it felt like, her hips swaying from side to side with an almost hypnotic rhythm. I watched her go, my eyes still glued to her rear and jaw hung open, until she disappeared around a corner.

Like it here?

As she left, cock twitched, yearning for those cheeks, "I'm sure I will."

I have to get that picture of her. Somehow. That ass was worth it.

Ms. Munroe cleared her throat, and I snapped out of my daze. "Come, Max," she said, her voice still stern. "Lunch doesn't wait. Be sure not to miss it. This school has a schedule."