The Removal

I walked to the lake later that night, and found Jean standing with her back to me, looking at the water. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress that clung to her curves. I walked up behind her, and she turned to me, smiling. I noticed then the plunging neckline showing off an insane amount of cleavage and a good amount of her enormous, milky white tits. Her dress stretched over her hips and rode up a little bit, showing off her toned thighs.

“Hi, Dean.” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me against her body. My own arms wrapped around her gorgeous hips, and I brushed my lips across Jean’s. She briefly stiffened before kissing me back, passionately. She lifted her hand to run it through my hair, as I pulled her hips flush against mine, her anime-sized tits flattening against my chest. She gasped in pleasure as my rock hard cock nestled between her thighs.

“Wow. That was amazing, Dean.” Jean smiled, moving on shaky legs to sit on the picnic blanket. I sat beside her, and Jean opened the picnic basket, pulling out a plate of lasagna. She gave me a small smile.

“This is kind of my specialty.” Jean assured me, setting it down.

“Why don’t you feed me some?” I asked innocently.

“Sure!” Jean beamed, tossing back her mane of red hair. She pulled out a bottle of red wine and a fork. She grabbed a bite of lasagna on the fork, and fed it to me. I groaned.

“Wow, this is really good! But surely you don’t want to sit on the uncomfortable grass.” I informed Jean. She nodded.

“You’re right.” she agreed, and perched herself on my lap. She shuddered a little at my cock throbbing under her. Jean fed me a lot more food sensually, while I drank wine and held the busty mutant woman against my chest. Soon, feeding devolved into kissing, and I was laying down in the grass, Jean straddling me, while our lips warred. My hands stroked down her back to cup her butt, while her hands couldn’t stay out of my dark hair.

“Jean?!” a voice exploded, and the kiss was broken as Jean turned to see Professor X sitting there in his wheelchair, looking furious.

“Professor!” Jean sat up, adjusting the dress that fallen down a little.

“Dean Wayne. I expect your mind control has something do with this.” Professor X said wearily.

“Mind control? What, no!” Jean protested. Professor X lifted a hand, and she wisely stopped talking. He pressed a finger to his temple, and my brain felt a weird whistle across it.

“Hm. I cannot find any signs of mental control.” the Professor sighed.

“Of course you can’t! I’m not being **** to spend time with Dean. I just really like him.” Jean argued. Professor X sighed.

“Fine. Fine, Scott won’t find out from me. But I advise caution, Mr. Wayne. Cyclops is not a man to be trifled with.” Professor X cautioned.

———

The next morning, Hank came into the quarantine room, and spared a second to rake Jean and Ororo’s semi-exposed bodies. Jean snuggled against my chest while Ororo simply grabbed a shirt to cover her sports bra.

“Dean, I believe I may have found a way to remove the device restricting your powers.” Hank told me.

“Really? How?” I asked eagerly.

“It’s quite doable. All we need is somebody with the ability to phase and a certain machine I already have. I just need you to take this sleeping medicine, and when you awake, you’ll be at full strength.” Hank explained. I took it from him, and examined it. I popped the cork and drank it quickly. Jean looked down at me worriedly as I passed out.

———

When I woke up, I could hardly breath. I struggled for air, I struggled to move, to look around, and then everything cleared. I felt normal, except for a swirling feeling inside my brain. I looked around, and saw Jean, Ororo, Hank, and a girl I didn’t recognize sprawled on the floor, ****. I sat up, my head feeling lighter than ever. Soon, the four people stirred, and Hank and the other girl were a lot more shaky than Jean or Ororo.

“Wow! You’re producing SO much more of your chemical. God, it’s just lighting me UP!” Jean shrieked, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. Ororo was struggling not to do the same, but she was panting hard. The girl I didn’t know looked dazed, and Hank seemed generally unaffected.

“So... the chemical release is stronger? Why does Hank seem unaffected?” I asked.

“Because. It appears you can do your small little favor power to anybody. But the chemical addiction targets a woman’s pheromone. No man can get addicted to the chemical, but you can ask the basic favors of them.” Hank explained. I glanced at the pretty brunette.

“I’m Dean Wayne.” I introduced myself.

“Kitty Pryde.” she smiled back at me. I felt a strange feeling, and then I examined myself a bit closer and that’s when I saw it. Varying thickness energy tendrils, four of them. One went to Jean, and it was by far the thickest. The next was Ororo, and was much skinnier but still the second thickest. A third tendril was super skinny and fed into Kitty, and a fourth stretched somewhere beyond the room. I focused on Kitty’s tendril, and **** power into it, and she gasped, hips bucking wildly as her tendril thickened a little. I grinned broadly.

“Guys, I can connect with you without having to be close!” I exclaimed. I backed off into a corner and turned on the device stopping my cloud. The three girls let out whines of pain, and I **** powers into the tendrils, and shot a bit into the mystery fourth tendril. The girls all breathed easier.

“I see these tendrils stretching from my heart to the three of you, plus a fourth leading out of the room.” I explained. Then, I realized quickly I could send thoughts across tendrils.

“Jean.” I projected down her tendril, and she gasped.

“I hear you in my head! But you’re not a telepath, right?” Jean checked. I shook my head.

“I can push thoughts along the tendrils connecting me to you girls.” I explained. There was a rapid knock, and Jean flicked her hand at the door and it swung open. Marie stood there, flushed and sweaty, panting hard.

“What are you doing to me, Dean?” she gasped hard, and I moved to catch her as she swayed, but Jean stopped me. I huffed and sent power along Marie’s tendril, and she gasped in pleasure, and the illness along her features lessened.

“Wow, thanks.” she groaned. Jean wrapped her arms around me, and I glanced awkwardly at Hank.