Shifting Environments

Wanda Maximoff was left at a loss for words as she looked upwards at the unmistakable sight of two identical versions of her brother. This definitely isn't something she was particularly interested in seeing; generally speaking, one twin was more than enough for her to deal with. Now she has two silver-haired speedsters to ponder over, and ponder she must do; since one of them just so happens to be a shapeshifter. While the other is nothing more than her bothersome sibling.

Which one should be released from the tight bind of her pulsing red aura. Obviously not the slippery shapeshifter, but then that serves up the apparent question here...

Who is who?

"I see you struggle to recognize me, so I will assure you that I am the real one here," Pietro said, before nodding his silver hair to his left. "Unlike that snake! Release me already I'm beginning to cramp!"

Well, that did sound like her brother...

"No no no! This is not true Wanda, don't let her deceive you! You know me!"

That also sounds like him...

Shit.

Goddam! Was that fucking wild or what? Who knew I had it all in me? Genuinely, who fucking knew!? I guess, before today, I've never had the situation occurs in which I could demonstrate my sexual fortitude, to such a degree. But boy was this as much of a wake-up call as it was for all the female faces that got a front row whiff of my musky man meat. Though Ya'know, pondering it for a second, my last shower wasn't till yesterday morning. And with all the faces and lust-filled sweat covering my junk, I can't see the appeal in sticking one's noes so close to such a beast.

Who knows? Perhaps I'm missing out on some type of arousing high.

Regardless. I went on for much longer than I or anyone without some form of a mutant-gene should have been able to; now that I find myself withered down, and my member limp, it's time to hit the sack and-

*Grumble*

And I'm still hungry!?

What the fu-

Oahh, yeah... I was having so much unashamed public sex, I completely forgot the main reason I came to this very room in the first place.

I was hungering for substance! By substance, I meant real food, not any of that pissy mommy-milk shit.

Jane did nab me something quick and small to much on, so I could rightly jump back into the fuck realm. Which definitely did aid in spurring me on a bit longer. Good on her! She does have a tendency to overdo her whole sex-**** persona. But I'm growing to very much enjoy her company, much more than the way she was this morning. Going from someone who didn't give a shit about her best friend's brother, to a person who would try out any sex position for said brother at the meer implication of it, is quite the contrast.

The rest of the cafeteria had transitioned from it's prior chatty and sociable banter to a much more quiet shuffling of embarrassed and flustered teens. Girls were sending each other glances, silently inquiring how this all ended up happening, without outright admitting to their slut-like outbursts that seemed to occur against their better judgment. Which isn't so far from the truth. Janes pink skin's ability to arouse seemed to show it's true potential; sure, some of these chicks might've been closeted sluts, but Jane managed to convert literally every person into openly sexual machines of lusty design.

Most of the guys were looking around in awe and confusion. More than likely, an event like this was something that would only appear in their secretive - and not so secretive - fantasies. So they seemed to be at a loss of how this even happened.

Yep, Jane is pretty awesome.

Where is she?

Ah! Back to the table where Mom and Imogene were previously eating peacefully before I decided to change their dinner into my personal cafeteria orgy. Jane was still lying in a passed out heap. Her cute face rested against the hard-tiled floor, and a puddle of drool seeped out of her parted lips.

While Jane seemed to be out cold, Imogene had a bit more consciousness in her figure. My sister was resting her shoulders against the tabletop and was breathing in deeply with each passing second. Her bra-clad breast pressed out and hung, as Imogene leaned forward, intaking air.

"Imogene put on your clothes." Mom said she was sitting at the table, appearing much better off for ware. Her hair was still in a slight mass of mess. But other than that, she had on her clothing and looked to be a regular attractive older woman. A woman that shouldn't be here, all things considered but is still staying because her attached son asked her to. "Everyone is done here, and I don't want people seeing you topless. Or bottomless!" Stepping back and away from the table, Mom patted down the sides of her jeans.

I noticed that even though she was fully clothed, her jeans weren't fully zipped up. Which brazenly displayed part of her laced white panties.

Anyway.

Does she realize the irony in her statement? I mean, it's perfectly reasonable for Mom not to approve of her daughter walking around pretty much naked. But it's not like Mom has been such a great role model as of late; she's definitely trying, I'll give her that, but I haven't been making it easy for her to mother her kids like she had always done years prior. At this point, anyone who wanted to see the curvy figure Imogene's packing would have gotten more than enough of an eyeful to satisfy them for weeks to come.

Imogene, still recovering from her powerful orgasm, didn't give mom a response; but did send a look her mother's way.

Mom moved to smoothen out her blouse, she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it towards the floor as she looked down at herself. Revealing a lot more of the chest area as she pulled her top downwards, I found myself envying the angle she must be seeing at glancing down upon her chest. Is it even possible for her to see past those large mounds? While pulling her top tightly down, she managed to show just how prominent her massive breasts are as her curves pressed defiantly against her shirt.

Shifting my gaze down from my mother's udders, I noticed a wet dampness appearing to grow more abundant around her crotch. Is that the moisture of arousal? I thought she said we're all done here.

Wait.

Imogene was still giving Mom a look, even as she obeyed her mother's order and was in the process of putting back on her clothing. My sister's eyes were locked onto mom, while she struggled to wiggle her thick creamy legs back into her shorts.

I switched back to Mom and closed the distance between us, "Oh, Axel. Did you enjoy yourself?" Mom gave me a smile.

"I did! Thanks for making me come here," I responded genuinely. At first, I was complaining. And during the entirety of the drive to the school, I was in more than a grumpy mood. But now, actually being here and experiencing what I have. I must admit, unintentionally or not, Mom managed to be the best wing woman a person could ever ask for. Her, asserting her authority and forcing me to be at this school, is the sole reason why I had stuck my dick inside more woman in a day, then most men do during their whole lifetime! "I wouldn't have been able to do any of this if it were for you."

Mom kept her towards her son. "No problem dear, I knew in the end you would appreciate this little outing." Her voice rang with praise, and she was clearly adamant that she had made the right decision in bringing me here. And I must agree.

She didn't react or even shift when I moved my hand to her crotch and softly stroked the damp patch that soaked through her jeans. It was sticky and creamy... And... Definitely the slickness of arousal, with the way Mom was speaking so clearly, though. It's obvious that she doesn't even realize what her sex is secreting.

Imogene must be to blame. She's using her abilities just to spite Mom, but the older woman doesn't even notice, so what's the point?

Eh, whatever.

I could rat Imogene out, but that's something my non-perverted sister would do.

I'm better than that.

Instead, I brought up my slick, sticky fingers and stuck them between Mom's plump lips. My mother blinked a few times, and her pupils looked into my eyes and a curious manner. As expected, there was no real reaction out of the woman. But I received enough satisfaction at the slimy sounds of the inside of Mom's saliva filled mouth squelching around as I made her taste her own lactation.

After removing my now, saliva covered hand, I stuck my entire palm down Mom's shirt, and into her mass of cleavage, to wipe off the excess spittle.

Mom pondered me, eyeing the arm that down her top. "You know Axel, I've been meaning to discuss..."

"Discuss?" I responded, having shifted my arm, I maneuvered myself through her mass of moldable tit-flesh. Searching for her everly large nipple.

"Yours or... Our sleeping arrangements." She finished her sentence. Not protesting or giving any sign of discomfort when I encountered her titty nub and gave her milker a tight squeeze. The only sound that left through her lips being a loose moan.

"Shit," I frowned and pinched Mom's nipple a bit tighter, causing the MILF to clamp down on her bottom lip. Retreating my arm out of my mother's warm juicy nest, I staggered back, causing my still flaccid member to bounce against my leg. "I didn't actually think that far ahead."

Mom gave me that familiar look, which, combined with the arms that moved to rest on her shapely hips, gave me ample warning of what she had planned to say next.

"Now Axel, I expect you to show maturity understand?"

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes and released a sigh. Usually, I'd only do that once out of her field of view, but given my new abilities, there's no point in hiding anything this everything I do is considered normal. "I'll figure something out... Um.. Well... I just need to find out how to go about that..."

"Well, it's getting late, so you better get this together soon, young man." Mom's strict gaze held firm on me for a few seconds before her expression softened just a bit. "I would explain our situation to the school's faculty, but staying here was your decision. And dealing with problems yourself is one step into becoming the man I know you to-"

"Kiss my cock Mom," I told her, more to shut her up than to receive sexual stimulation. Also, the knowledge that I just told my forever strict and modest mother to basically suck a dick without getting rightly reprimanded filled me with a dark sense of glee.

"Sure." Her response was quick and subtle. From her point of view, this was just part of a normal interaction, so why wouldn't she react in such a way.

Mom moved to her knees right below me and gripped my meaty member between her firm grip. The coolness of her fingers contrasted well with the heat of my pulsing private. And Mom leaned her face in, giving my crotch a soft whiff; her nose flared as she breathed in the scent of her son's musk. Her massive chest expanded and pressed against her top as she breathed in deeply. My loins tickled upon feeling her light exhale from the sparse parting of her lips.

She then abruptly shifted her neck and moved cock towards her mouth; two pillowish lips wrapped around the head of my girth. By this point, I was no longer in my flaccid state, as I felt a surge of energy return back to my groin, causing my dick to press farther into Mom's mouth. Turning what should be a quick peck on her son's cockhead into sudden incestual deepthroat.

Though we have long since passed the **** line, so there's no real point in even bringing that up.

Pushing herself away, with a saliva filled gurgle, Mom sputtered, spat my cock out of her mouth. She coughed and wiped her moist lips against her bare arm. "I.... Achem.... Oh.. Honey, I didn't know you still had it in you..."

"I mean yeah Mom," I shrugged. "The only reason I wanted you here was so I could fuck you whenever my cock wanted to."

"Yes, I am aware of that." She paused, still on her knees, and looked up to me. Noticing that eyes weren't on her own, but rather the clear downblouse she had exposed from her lowered position. "You do know these feelings you have aren't entirely healthy. I was going to ask you to lighten up a bit on-"

"You could bunk with me!" Imogene butted into the conversation. "Imagine all the fun we could have bro." My sister gave me a knowing wink, clearly intending on having my sexual exploits used to serve her own perverted goals. She was fully clad in her previously appropriate - if not unintentionally revealing - attire. It almost looked as if I didn't butt into her completely normal meal and **** her to dive into an excessive amount of copious acts of sex for my own personal enjoyment. Though, just like Mom, her bottom wasn't up all the way. As the mark of my name was clearly visible over her crotch and.. Oh shit! That's what's up. The normality I made had shifted females into unabashedly displaying their pussy signatures as if it's a right of passage. But Mom didn't have a name over her crotch, so why didn't she cover herself up. Did she intend to ask me to sign her at some point? Would Mom actually own up to the implication that her own flesh and blood gave her the most orgasmic orgasm of her life?

"Absolutely not young lady." Mom was quick to dispose of that proposal. And inadvertently, my unspoken thought. "I know just what you aim to do, and I'm not going to allow you to do anything that could get you expelled. Besides, there are only two beds in your dorm."

Imogene was unphased. "Jane could sleep on the floor." She said with a nod. "Hell, look at her! She's doing it now!" An extended finger pointed towards the passed out mutant, sleeping in a puddle of her own drool.

Standing up off her knees, Mom stood up and crossed her arms under her chest. "Even if I did agree to that, where would I stay in this hypothetical?"

"You would rest in Jane's bed, Axel would sleep with me." My sister licked her lips, and I couldn't help but find her logic extremely tempting, even knowing that attempting to sleep with my perverted sister would leave me with many restless nights.

"Yes, that settles it, I'm not having you two stay in the same bed together."

"I dunno..." I added my two sense. "I'm starting to side with Gene on this one." Deciding to give in to my sister's idea, I was about to make a normality that would change Mom's mind to a tune that was more on track to the perverted minds of her two children. When-

*Grumble*

"Shit..." I cursed and clutched my stomach.

"You're hungry?" Mom tilted her head, "I do recall telling you to eat some real food." Shaking her head, she continued. "I don't understand you sometimes. You think I'm trying to be bossy when all I really want is the best for you."

"Whatever, we'll figure out this room shit later, I'm getting food."

Imogene pursed her lips and tsked. "Fine, fuck you. I'm going to bed."

"Gene! Language." Mom reprimanded. "And what about Jane?"

"Sorry Mom," Imogene said in a way that meant she wasn't really apologetic. "Also, what do you want me to do? Wait for her? Pick her up? Nahh, she can get herself to bed whenever she's ready."

I ignored my family for food. With the haze of natural-born arousal and Jane's emotion manipulating abilities gone, I can finally take a much-needed step back and do what I want. Granted, before I could do whatever I wanted, sure, but my desirers were less on the practical side and more on the 'I wanna fucking bust my fat freaking nuts.' And now that I did bust, it's about time to focus on the other pleasures of life.

Such as enjoying an excellent selection of pristinely crafted-

"What the fuck?" My mouth spat out before my brain had a chance to comprehend.

The shit?

The food has all been filed away, leaving no less than a single splotch of food in the now empty bins that once contained tasty forms of sustenance.

Blasphemy! I say!

It's not as if I spent over an hour fucking my nuts out? Right? How long does dinner last for at this place? Shifting my gaze around the room, I searched for any familiar face that would have more information on the way shit is run here.

Megan?

Jubilee?

Kitty?

Where's that Derek guy? He was pretty chill... Did everyone freaking leave? Now that I've begun to notice, the entire cafeteria is much quieter and empty than before. Sure there were a few lingering people left... But... Perhaps we all did stay past curfew or some shit, as it seems like most of the teens realized they had better places to be than here.

I take offense!

*Clack*

The extending light covering the entirety of the buffet bar snapped off, sending the area that was supposed to be displaying an abundance of food into a dull shade of darkness. Okay, yeah, the sudden absence and clear visual cues are screaming to me that it is time to file out.

Food food! Eat Eat! Time Time!

Is

Gone gone!

*Grumble*

"Gaaah" I clenched my stomach; I did eat something... But clearly, it wasn't anything that would last me more than eighteen seconds. Mom was absolutely right, I should've eaten when the chance was there! Who knew parents actually had solid advice for their kids? It almost as if they've been there and gone through shit themselves at some point in their lives...

*Grumble*

Fuck it, I'm hungry. I want food, and I get what I want.

Opening my mouth, I was about to sprout out some normality that would secure me my own personal feasting table to munch on and fill my gullet. When I felt a forceful slam on the back of my head.

And everything went black.

Or was that just another light turning off?

"Wanda, please..." Pietro's voice began to titer on the edge of exasperation. "You must recognize me! Please let me loose. She's the fake."

"That is exactly what the fake would say. You're smarter than this, don't fall for her trickery!" The other Pietro was quick to counter.

Wanda took a seat on a collapsed shelf that used to hold electronics. With now, the only thing it's holding being her red leather jacket-covered behind and a mishmash of broken devices. Bringing a straw up, she clamped her lips around it and took a long sip from it's contents.

"Is she serious?" Pietro scoffed.

"I know right?" Pietro agreed. "She's not taking this seriously at all."

Pietro nodded his head. "Mhmm."

The loud slurping sound coming from Wanda stopped, and she shifted down her right arm. Lowering the two identical forms of her brother slightly in the process. "I'm not the serious one here? Excuse me? How about you two? It's not like you guys are making this easy."

"Of course she's not making it easy." Pietro spat towards his other self, who was trapped in the same red field. "Cause she's the fake!"

The other Pietro was quick to defend himself. "That is exactly what the faker would say? Don't fall for her lies."

"Alright, I'm gonna start asking you guys questions." Wanda sighed and continued. "What's my favorite color?"

"Blue,"

"White."

They both responded, prompting Wanda's eye to twitch.

"Wrong and wrong. You are... Yo.. You're both wrong, how did you even... I... It's red! My favorite color is red! W.. Wh.. What even made you think it was... You know what!" Standing up to her feet, Wanda abruptly changed her tune. "I'm bringing both of you back to the Helicarrier."

Blink once...

Twice...

Three times...

And with the forth blink my eyes sprang open. I found myself in a wooded carpeted hallway eerily similar to every other hall in this fucking school. Well, any hallway that wasn't apart of the high-tech mechanical underground labyrinth the X-Men keeps hidden. The hue of the lights cast everything in a darker perspective, showing the dimness of night. And upon passing a window, which through in a ray of moonlight. I was able to confirm that I hadn't been knocked out until the morning.

Also.

Who the fuck knocked me out?

My eyes trailed up, to land on the alluring blond face of that bitch-girl Libby, or Lizzy as she insists on being called. The girl had me cradled in her arms as if I weighed nothing at all; I realize Derek said she was hella strong. But I guess I wasn't given than many examples to fully visualize her prowess. Especially since her bare arms that were lifting me up came off as filled with more creamy fat than hardened mussel.

"Libby?" I mumbled.

"Lizzy." She corrected, before licking her lips and looking down at my limp dick with a tinkle of hunger in her blue eyes.

"Whatever! Wh.. What are you doing!?" Pressing my hands against her flat chest. I shoved myself out of her grip and collapsed onto my staggering feet.

"I'm going through with our deal." Lizzy snapped her fingers, and her busty goth sidekick came from behind her as if on cue. The large tits on the goth chick bounced rhythmically as she walked up to the door before us.

"What deal?" My eyes were locked on the pale, plump tits that jiggled and gyrated against her chest.

"The fucking deal you made about giving us your meat if I pleasured your fucked up friend," Lizzy said with arms crossed. "Chase." She mentioned.

The goth girl unlocked the wooden door. And Lizz placed the palm of her left hand against my chest and pushed me back. It came off like a light tap on her end, but it sent me soring back with a mighty **** until I felt my legs come in contact with a bed frame. I lost my center of balance, tripped, and fell back onto a soft surface.

The room around me was dark, that is until Chase flicked a light switch. Which caused the wooden decore around me to shift into a moody tint. I was on a large, neatly made, queen-sized bed. It sat comfortably in the middle of this spacious dorm room that fits a large mirror, reading chair, and even had a Tv mounted on the wall. Three doors connected to the main room, one obviously being the exit/entrance, with the other two seemingly leading to a bathroom and a closet.

Woah, this room is nice... Like... At this point, is this seriously even considered a dorm room. It's basically a hotel flat! In contrast to Imogene's and Jane's tiny two bed one bathroom dorm, this is comparing a dog house to a... A much bigger and better dog house!

"Hold him," Lizzy said as she ended room the shut the door behind her.

"What what." I blinked. Lizzy's gaze was locked on my dick, which was beginning to fill back up with life. Especially since the blonde began to strip right before me, pulling her striped blouse over her head, revealing her tiny tea-cup sized breasts that were covered by her equally small bra. My attention was soon diverted from the stripping blond to the massive hanging bust that inched into my vision. Chase leaned over the bed before be, arching at the waist at a 90° angle, possibly to go through with Lizzy's command of holding me down.

But the goth girl paused and eyed me up. "He's cool. Look at that huge.. Girthy tool of his. He won't be going anywhere." She smirked, upon noticing my attention on my chest. "Why would anyone run out of an opportunity like this?"

"No one with common sense would." Lizzy agreed, having stepped out of her pants, revealing her succulent and curvy waist, which caused her black pantie to sink into her fatty meat. "But it's not like he's bright, so I wouldn't put it past him."

"Hey what the fuck? I'm right here! And I dunno what you think is going to happen here, but I ain't fucking you guys." My cock pulsed as I stared deep into Chase's hanging cleavage, who was still leaning forward.

Raising her eyebrow. The Goth chick leaned up. "Boy, that's why you're not sharp. We're both out of your league dude. Literally, we could shoot for anyone, so count yourself lucky that we want your hunk of meat."

"Okay, sure. And that's why I ain't sticking my dick in either of you. You think you're better than everyone else!" Lizzy scoffed with a smirk and tilted her hip in a way that told confirmed what I claimed. "I mean, yeah, you guys are literal nine out of tens. But I could go after any sexy slut in this school! So why would I please two bitches when I could fuck a bitch who isn't a total bitch?"

"Bruh, you're not some sex god." Chase said, "You have a nice dick, that's it. I think you're the one on the high horse here."

"Yeah," Lizzy stepped forward. "So just take this opportunity and spread your legs. We'll do the hard work."

I ignored her and looked around the spacious room. "How did you guys manage to get such a nice place to stay?"

"We're seniors, each year students get upgraded to better rooms." Chase was kind enough to answer.

Well, that explains why they think they are better than all the other teens. From their point of view, they've been here long enough to outrank everyone else. God, why do they have to be such bitches? Like they're both the fucking hot types of chicks I'd lust after on the daily, but their personalities are so toxic I can't stand to lend them the light of day by giving them exactly what they want.

But nothing's stopping me from using them to get what I want...

"I like your room... I think I'm gonna take it."

"Pffff, yeah. Sure..." Chase rolled her eyes with an ironic chuckle.

Lizzy was quick to add. "Maybe if you fuck us hard enough, we'll let you room with us." Her voice ended with a whisper. One glance at this cocky blond bitch gave me enough of a signal to know that she's the type of gal that would dump a guy once she's done with him.

"No, this place is good enough for me... I think I'm gonna take your room and not fuck you guys."

"How sure are you about that?" Lizzy tilted her head and nodded towards her gothic flunky.

Chase smirked, bringing her hands up to her tits, she pushed her bosom up and together. Pressing her tits against tightly against each other, expanding her already massively exposed cleavage to an abundant overflowing mass of pale tit.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah... I wasn't gonna fuck them... But...

My dick throbbed.