A Moment to Breathe

Janet's hand rose to cover her eyes from the sudden downpour of rain that washed over the immediate area.

"I hope I didn't arrive too late." The dark-skinned woman spoke ever so gracefully with her naturally exotic tone. As gracefully as she could, giving the intensity of the howling wind, Storm drifted herself downwards towards Janet's towering figure. "We didn't expect there was any need for action. But..." She sighed as her black-booted feet clicked ever so faintly. "I suppose that should be assumed." Her stoic gaze drifted over towards the shrinking figure of Sandman, who didn't appear to be as cocky as he had been before when it was just a one on one.

The rain had an evident effect on him, naturally; even the block headed jock was aware of that. His sand-ridden eyes locked on and made direct contact with Storm's own calm gaze. The African woman had her arms crossed below her large chest which incidentally pressed her cleavage upwards more than her corset already did. Her position on the building caused her to tower over him as each second he lost more and more control over his soaked figure.

"Fucking... teamwork having sissies..." He mumbled and quickly averted his gaze to glance around. His eyes locked onto a manhole cover, and he clenched his fist. "At least the spider fights man to man! You lot are embarrassing." Just then, he leapt back and contorted his sand-soaked body into a simple stream that snaked towards the manhole cover.

"Oh. I'm not sure I've displayed true embarrassment just yet." Storm cocked her head. One hand moved to her shapely hip while her other raised upwards. A surge of wind began to circle around her, followed by water which she then sent flying towards the retreating brute.

What the hell happened to trying to live low?

Goddamn.

If He was given a choice to walk towards or away from a superhero months ago, He'd have promptly turned around. That shit just ain't for Him. Mutants are either treated like monsters or seen as gods. There isn't any in-between. Either they become heroes, villains, and people either despise them or adore them. Frankly, it's not worth the risk. The risk that if he were to mess up once, the entire world would be against him. People would expect things of him he couldn't possibly live up to.

All that is implying he wasn't dealt into a life that would lead to corruption. He could lead into the life of a villain, one fraught with endless loss after loss, each time losing more and more respect from everyone who doesn't share the same viewpoint as him...

Fuck...

Yeah, no.

Not worth getting involved.

At least that's the mindset he had. And, in truth, he was perfectly fine with himself. He'd use his power minorly here and there. Maybe to get some free food, or to score a kiss here, a tit flash there. Subtle shit that didn't change anything long-term...

But when one gets a taste of what could be achieved.. it's more complicated than it seems to go back to the same-old-same-old. He fucked a shapeshifter while she was in the form of a shield agent that he also got to fuck. They weren't just regular-looking women either. Just one of those two put every single woman he had ever met up to this point in the trash.

The Hooters manager had a nice rack; really big and tan tits... but what's the point of scoring her when he could score a shapeshifter who can transform into her?

At this point, it's impossible to stay out of things. The hero **** him into getting a taste of what he could obtain with his powers. It's wrong. Yes. But he also is finding it hard to care enough to stop. Obviously, the honest half of his consciousness is telling him to just sit down like a good boy and shut down his mental voice. But that is washed aside by the more potent half, which wants him to finally flex the voice he'd been holding back all this time.

And that voice is what's fueling his libido and curiosity. Curiosity which caused him to both, step into a situation that could've led to his **** if Wasp hadn't spotted him in time, and move behind her psychic-blocking earmuffs. That voice was also the reason he decided to poke his head out from the safety of Wasp's ear canal.

As any naturally straight-blooded teen would, his eyes were quick to pick up on the literal African goddess standing on the building beside Wasp. And... there... he just compared Storm to a God; that's the shit people do put mutants on a pedestal, whether said mutant wishes to be depicted as some godly-deity or not.

On the topic of weather, Storm was currently focused on controlling the air and water around her with just a single hand. Her outstretched arm caused her right breast to adjust slightly upwards upon her upper chest. It's honestly quite natural to see people like her ass goddesses when they are the pure definitions of sexual perfection. She quite literally has an hourglass figure, with a toned waist followed by a curved hip and the whole nine yards; the fact that isn't an overreaction should speak enough on its own.

Now, Jonathan's fixation on Storm was distracting to a dangerous degree. So much so that he happened to lose his grip on Wasp's earmuff and go falling down onto her bare shoulder. He let out a silent gasp as he bounced forward; the soundless noise went undetected, but the giant woman did happen to flick her blue eyes just enough to the side to notice him as he was in a helpless tumble off her. And, unfortunately, he wasn't even falling in root to land down between her ginormous melons. Instead, fate had him fall to Wasp's left, with nothing but the street below to serve as a cushion.

Though, it didn't take long for the brunette-haired woman to react. Her eyes widened as a flash of realization washed over her, and before John knew it, he was no longer falling as a giant hand was directly underneath him. His heart raced as it truthfully should given the series of events that had just transpired, and he was lifted up to be able to be seen better by the woman who had saved him yet again.

Her beautifully damp and sand-coated tomboy like face tilted to the side and displayed a look of genuine worry; though, compared to before, her eyes appeared to have the faintest hint of a sparkle in them. It was almost like she wasn't just concerned about him like she would be any civilian she meets on the street. But, by the look she gave, there appeared to be a more personal taste in her gaze.

And despite himself, Jonathan couldn't help but to cock his lips into a slight grin. His voice had told her to see him as a brother. A brother that she adores more than a typical sister would to her sibling. Of course, if his command worked, she'd see him differently than she had before.

In a flash, her worried look disappeared, and a sign of pissed-off exasperation took its place. Her fingers closed in, and he was soon trapped in what appeared to be nothing but pitch-black darkness, with only a few slits of light to cut through the black veil. The dark world around him churned as it felt like he was being moved, and before he knew it, he was released from the darkness only to fall into another dark area where he splashed into a small pool of water.

Wait.

Water?

Instinctively, his hands moved in a familiar motion to swim. But when his legs kicked, his feet bumped into something yielding yet firm enough to stand on. He didn't need to swim, and the water came up to his waist, though the pouring rain still poured down and added to the pool around him. Speaking of around him, to either side and rather close, there were two walls of squishy...

Then it clicked.

He's...

He's sitting in between the Wasp's tits!

He reached his hand out to the side and tried to stick his hand into the yielding squishy flesh to his left as deep as he could until he was forcefully sprung back. And after he spent a good minute poking at prodding at her other tit, he pressed himself against the back flat portion of her chest and moved his face to the side to press directly into her boob. They were so soft and seemingly filled with succulent juice. Though what wasn't succulent was the taste, naturally, with his face pressing against each inch of her inner tit he could find, his tongue was bound to peek out and try to get a taste. But all he was greeted with was the taste of sand, water, and sweat. Which was to be expected; the pool he stood in was literally just a mixture of water and sand, essentially mud. Though, the knowledge that her cleavage was pressed together so much that she could literally trap water between her jugs made the knowledge that he was standing in mud to be a non-important factor. He's literally resting comfortably in a giant's huge cleavage! This rack could kill him. Hell, she could raise her hands up and mash her rack together right now to smother him to ****, and he wouldn't give a shit.

On the topic of things that he didn't give a shit about in comparison to this cleavage throne he was in, Wasp appeared to be talking to someone presumably storm if he was bothered enough to guess. All he could make out was a beautiful view of the underside of her chin as she spoke and boomed her voice outwards; just two walls of tits, a toned chest, and the underside of a beautiful spiky-haired woman's face. If he knew this could happen to him by just embarrassing his power instead of trying to hide them, he would've had his entire school taken over at this point.

Suddenly. His comforting walls of titflesh began to bounce. Everything trembled, and her cleavage lifted him upwards along with the small pool of water, as her entire rack jiggled to the beat of what he assumed to be her stomping feet. Or perhaps she was just walking; he couldn't make out the difference. Not that he wanted to, he was literally being launched around between two jugs like he's just an insignificant speck The Wasps pair of utters. Hell, her fucking nipple is probably bigger than his entire body. How would it be like to suck on them?

Shit.

He needs to go and find her nips.

Unfortunately, that idea came a little too late. Before he could try to move through the series of jiggles in search for one of her coveted nipples, a rather large hand came out from over the wall of her corset to grab at him. Rather gently, her huge fingers plucked him out like her was nothing, and after he was moved from his warm, wet, sand-coated, jiggling nest, his feat naturally wavered upon being placed onto solid ground.

Jonathan's eyes blinked rapidly as he peered upwards towards two huge tits which stood above the building he was on. From his position under her, he couldn't even make out her face, though that wasn't the case for long. A second later, her entire body began to glow, and she shrunk down to her average height. Her bug wings fluttered swiftly as she flew down to the building, now giving me an effortless view up her wasp-themed dress to reveal her back skin-hugging leggings.

That moment was short-lived.

No more than five seconds passed, and she touched her yellow-booted feet onto the roof, and instantly her blue eyes were flushed with anger. He had expected her gaze to be filled with nothing but affection, as his voice had commanded, so the pissed-off expression she was sending his way gave him a genuine surprise.

"What the heck is wrong with you?!"

He took a hesitant step back as Wasp stormed towards him with clenched fists. She closed the distance; each step caused the rack he had just been resting between to jiggle. Her face was just a few inches away from his own when she stopped. It was closer than she had ever been before this moment; he could even faintly feel her large chest blush ever so slightly against his own.

John's mouth opened, though, of course, nothing came out. And even if he could speak, he would've been interrupted.

"I told you to STAY BACK!" Wasp's voice raised. "What you did was reckless! You could have died!"

Taking another step back, he raised his hands once he had enough space to do so and began to sign the words "I'm sorry, I-"

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" She waved her hands and wrapped her fingers gently around his own. "I'm not in the mindset to deliver that right now. Just-" Without a warning, he was abruptly pulled towards her, and her slender arms wrapped him into a comforting embrace. "Don't do that again... okay?"

Not knowing how to react, John just stayed there for what seemed like an entire hour. Her crotch pressed against his own, and his hardened cock was pushing back against her with no shame. A part of him believed she'd shove him away upon the apparent feeling of his dick, but perhaps his erection counted as him couching her in a sexual manner. Something he had commanded her to see as affectionate instead of sexual. Which might be why she just hugged him tighter after his apparent dick pressed against her crotch. That only served to her mash her jugs against him and in an even more so. His hands inched upwards around her slim waist and gently stroked her toned back.

Eventually.

She pulled back; her eyes seemed slightly wet; apparently, the idea of him getting hurt was painful enough to bring her close to tears. Wow.. Just HOW effective was this affectionate sister command? She was already fairly nice and displayed the most genuine kindness he had received so far during his interactions with the other heroes. But this might just be the next natural step when adding a loving sister complex onto the personality and kindness that was already present.

"I'm not asking." She said rather coldly as she held Johnathan by his shoulders and stared straight into his eyes. "Don't do that again." And for the second time, before he could even open his mouth, she dragged him into another boob-pressing embrace. She stroked his back and rested her chin on his shoulder to whisper into his ear. "You're too special to me to let you run off into danger like that." Her voice was incredibly crisp and slick with the sound of moisture. She brought her face back and looked into his eyes. "Guess I'm just a bit selfish." She offered a wink, and then like the flip of a switch her expression flattened as she appeared to notice something from behind him.

Before he could react, she was suddenly huge again... no... no wait... the roof was huge too and... and that billboard, and the opposing buildings, the vent, the....

Everything was huge.

So...

...he's the small one.

And as if he were nothing but one of the many particles of sand that were stuck hiding on every corner of her body, she picked him up between her fingers and plopped him back into her cleavage.

"The situation has been handled." Storm's familiarly matured voice spoke up as she floated towards Janet's current position.

"Great timing.." Janet muttered under her breath. She was both relieved and annoyed at the mutant's timing. Clearly, Storm was helpful in dealing with Sandman, especially considering how she was having a hard time on her own, but at the same time, she could appreciate some privacy with Jonathan and doesn't want the news to get out that she both removed his monitor before promptly getting distracted. Everyone is either for or against him and who knows what side of the line Storm falls onto. The woman might instantly inform the others that she was too soft or lenient, then they'd assign someone else to watch over him, essentially leading to her least favorable outcome.

It benefited no one to let them see him just yet anyway, so hiding him from Storm seemed like the best course of action. She made sure to stuff him deep enough into her cleavage as not to be noticed by the approaching heroine, but she also had to make sure he wouldn't get crushed or suffocate. If she ended up accidentally crushing him, she'd be heartbroken to the point that she might as well just jump off this building.

"Are you still fixing yourself up?"

Janet blinked.

She was about to ask what the woman was talking about, but a flash of recent memory answered the question before she could utter it aloud.

Yeah. She had fumbled up an excuse to step away earlier, something about her needing to fix her outfit. It wasn't a lie; she had sand everywhere and could even feel some between her ass cheeks. How sand manages to find its way in every crease imaginable is beyond her. But she mainly had brought that up to check on John without making his presence known.

"Y- Yes! Ms. Munroe," She sputtered. Her arms crossed over her stomach, an action that incidentally squeezed her breasts together and amplified her cleavage. A second later, she remembered where she had placed Jonathan and quickly returned her arms to drape down to her sides. "I mean no- I- Yes! The sand got everywhere.. You know? Heh..."

"Oh, I understand. I did notice you fiddling with your outfit earlier. It must be uncomfortable, to say the least. And please, call me by my first name. There is no need to be overly formal here." Strom chuckled to herself. She absently brushed aside multiple stray locks of her silver hair, "Feel free to go somewhere private to properly handle yourself. We will handle everything here."

"Right..." Janet said before giving what she heard any genuine thought. Then after a pause, she blinked. "Wait. We?"

Storm had turned around to eye the street below. Her black cape wavered ever so pleasantly though there didn't appear to be any notably strong currents of wind. "Yes." She turned her head to the side. "Wasn't it the Avengers who wanted us here?"

"Uhh, yes, but.. that wasn't for a few days?" She hadn't expected the X-men to arrive so soon. They hadn't even had the chance to ask John if he was entirely comfortable with a telepath searching through his head.

"Well yes, but we planned to follow a lead here regardless, and our schedule happened to line up with yours." The woman turned around. Her hands rested neatly on her curved hip. "You do have Mystique in custody, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then. Well, that is part of the reason we came as urgently as we did. We do need to bring her back to the mansion for questioning."

"Sure, whatever." Janet shrugged. "That's between you and Shield. But who do you mean by we?"

"I came with Scott and Jean," Storm responded. "If that is what you are asking me." She turned around, began to rise upwards. "Jean is here to read the mind of the boy your team mentioned."

Janet's voice shifted to a lower pitch.

"In three days. Right?"

"Well.." Storm paused. She turned to face Janet; her face stayed calm yet displayed a distinct lack of emotion. "That was the specified date, but I don't see why we can't get it over with tomorrow. Since we are here, we can get both things done on the same day."

"He needs more time."

"Has no one informed him of this yet?"

"No. He needs more time to understand everything."

"Alright then..." Storm raised an eyebrow. "Well, the three of us work with hundreds of young adults every day. We can meet up with him today and-"

"You should just leave him alone for now." Janet did an about-face and fluttered her wings. She flew into the air and said, "Thanks for the help."

Storm watched in silence as Janet flew away.

"Okay then." She said before she turned to head back to the street where Jean and Scott were dealing with the growing crowd of curious civilians and police.

"Are you alright?"

Being carried around the city in a flying busty woman's cleavage was something else. And certainly not a thing John ever thought he'd check off his bucket list. But it apparently happened; twice. So the answer to her question would be a conclusive NO. He was fine where he was. Why did she have to pluck him out of her warm bosom and back into the everyday world?

She turned him to his full height like it was nothing, and honestly, he's not even sure how the fuck she did that. Was it a magic touch? Or a device? Fuck knows.

What was certain would be Ms. Wasps' newfound adoring nature for him. She was kind before, but this was something else; her affection came off much more personal, as is she genuinely cared for his well being more than him just being a guy in need of help. She acted like what he'd assume to be an overtly caring older sister, which lined up exactly to the command he placed into her head.

Her hands roamed over his body without a hind of shame; she yanked down his jeans and checked his legs for bruises, then moved up to stroke her hand against his arm. "Are you hurt anywhere?" She asked without actually letting him use his hands to sign back an answer.

Eventually, she glanced up and noticed him shake his head.

"No!?" Her eyes widened. "You're hurt!?"

Taking a quick step back, John raised his hands to sign, ''I am alright.''

Wasp stared intently at his hands and mouthed silently to herself as she tried to decipher his message.

"You.. are..." She tilted her head. "You're okay?" She stood up and stepped towards him. "Are you sure?"

Johnathan nodded.

Wasp sighed a genuine sigh of relief. "Thank god." Once again, she pulled him into a tight embrace. Though this one appeared to be much more filled with open emotion, as if she weren't worried about being discreet, the huge itself was tighter, as if her large breasts pressing against him weren't enough to stop it. And her wings began to flutter rapidly, which caused the hug to go airborne for a few seconds.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Sorry!" Her fings slowed down, and they returned to the carpeted floor. "They do that when I'm happy... but..." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm also freaking pissed." Her hand raised and then promptly pushed him back, though he only stumbled a few steps before falling onto the couch behind him. "Do you have ANY idea how much it would kill me if you got hurt out there!? What you did was selfish!"

Holy shit.

From relieved to pissed. Is that what caring sisters do? John couldn't be sure, he never had a sibling, but maybe this is what it's like to have someone who cares this much.

"When I say stay back! STAY BACK!" She brought her hands up to clench the bridge of her nose. "Jeeze, I already said that... well next time, I WONT save you. Howwa bout that?"

John just stared at her, she was yelling at him and clearly pissed, but for some reason, he could just sense her words had no real weight behind them.

"I'm done talking to you." She rolled her eyes and huffed loudly to herself. "Stay here; if anyone knocks claiming to be the X-Men, don't open the door." A loud *CLANK* caught his attention as he noticed she had completely removed her earmuffs. He had to keep his jaw from dropping open. She had tossed that thing aside and let it topple onto the floor so casually, like he wasn't a mind controller, with that being the only thing keeping her mind safe.

That big sister command must've brought a high level of trust with it. She really saw him as a brother figure, a brother that she trusts enough to toss aside the only thing protecting her mind.

"If you want me. Go screw yourself." She walked away from him, her hips having a deliberate sway to them, as if she were strutting on purpose. "I-"

'Go back and give John a peck on the lips.'

Wasp froze mid-speech. Her back was poised straight upwards as her strut stopped mid sway—a moment of silence passed by in an incredibly brief moment. She swung around, and with a huff, she turned around to march back towards him without warning. And shifted herself directly onto his lap; the weight of her body pressed down her crotch directly onto his erection. The contact caused her to shutter softly; she flashed a flush look over her face.

"Okay, I love you. Alright?" She said with a roll of her eyes. The contact of his evident crotch was definitely misinterpreted as a sign of affection more than genuine arousal for this sexy beast on his lap. Her breath puffed right against his face, with their lips being only an inch apart. Though, that inch was instantly broken after she muttered. "Jeeze..." That was the only warning she provided before her lips closed in and pressed directly against his own. Her soft pillows mashed in a manner that mimicked her tits. The contact felt like a brief glimpse of heaven, a feeling that was displayed through his twitching dick, which showed its appreciation against her crotch.

Though a peck on the lips never lasts too long, and after only a second or two, she leaned her head back and licked her lips. "There." Her wings fluttered, and she removed herself from his lip while ignoring the obvious erection pressing against his pants. "Don't say I don't care about you. Now leave me alone." She turned her back to him. "You really pissed me off today."

As she continued forward, she took a moment to stop and reach down to pick up her headphones. In the process, it seemed like she intentionally bowed at the waist and jutted her ass out without bending her knees. She stayed there for longer than needed and eventually shifted back upwards to continue down the hall.

Fuck.

Johnathan blinked.

And for the first time since coming here, he glanced around to take stock of his surroundings.