To the skys for some ass-clapping fun!

The X-Jet zoomed across the sky like a comet. Axel reclined in his “Goddess of the Weather,” turned living, mindless object, who was frozen in time to be used and abused; the last thought in her mind halted and was replaced by that of a reclining chair. The funny thing is, chairs don’t have thoughts, so really she was just... well, nothing. A piece of furniture. Nothing more, nothing less. Storm, the brown-skinned God, was comfortable enough that he was almost falling asleep. Her power, which allowed her to levitate in place, like a perfect floating recliner, gave her a soft, gentle up-and-down floating pattern that was more than a little soothing. Her legs were spread out in full recline mode, and her shaved pussy was providing playful little tickles every time he’d shift and turn.

But regardless of the position she took, her huge, fat black tits would still be in his face, her dark nipples stiff and erect. Her mouth was agape, he’s not sure why, at some point he might’ve opened those plump bimbo lips to fuck the shit out of his chair, but he was fucking around in here so much it’s all really just a haze. But cum was leaking out of those open lips, along her cheeks, and drifting over her shoulder, so yeah, he probably did fuck her. It was kind of exotically erotic how this icon of power had just been frozen in a chair for so long; the last memory she had was back in school before he just hit the pause button on her brain. If he resumed her she’d continue the conversation he had interrupted all the way then, not realizing this big gap in time and just yapping like nothing happened in between then and whenever he decided to unpause her.

“So, when you listed the teachers I could fuck with, half of them were dudes. I personally just have more fun playing with female toys.”

Jean looked back at the teen and frowned to herself. She continued dancing around the pole on stage, making sure it edged up between her fat butt cheeks so she could grind her anus and pussy against its length, her juices lubricating the metal. Her body was swaying to the beat of the music, her thick hips bouncing to the rhythm. He started asking about all the other toys he could mess with, and she didn’t want to burst his bubble and tell him the full truth.

Once he was registered and assigned classes, a schedule, all those bells and whistles, his years of fun antics and unrestricted use of his powers would be swiftly snuffed. They aren’t just going to let him run amok; they have a way of doing things, and his methods of just doing what he wants when he wants aren’t going to be tolerated. But, that said, she also realizes that every time so far, he’s made a wish, she’s been a few seconds too slow to stop him from finishing his sentence. It should be easy, but for some reason, she can read his mind, know he’s going to make a wish, and when she’s about the project, a simple command into his head, and say, “Do not make that wish.” She’s milliseconds too slow. She isn’t slow by much, just a fraction of a second late, which is all he needs to form that wish cloud and POOF, his wish is granted.

If she is honest about what life will be like now, he’ll probably attempt to wish himself out of this situation, and it’ll become this whole thing... It’s just easier to give false hope to the immature teen before letting the truth hit once it’s too late. She could stop him from making a wish here, but since she seems to miss some of them, it’s just best to keep him from making wishes in the first place.

Poor Kitty, truth be told, the second Jean heard his thoughts focus on making a wish about her favorite student, she was quick. She HAD to protect Kitty above all odds; that girl was like a daughter to her. All the mutants are family, but Kitty was a step closer than just’ family.’ Which is why she’s still mentally kicking herself that she didn’t stop him from bringing her here, too. Then he started playing around and summoning cum all over the place, then he made Kitty into a human vacuum cleaner, but it wasn’t all that crazy at least. The cum was finally all slurped up by Kitty, too, so she’s being a real good help, and at least with her here in Jean’s eyesight, she can keep an eye on the girl to better protect her.

That stuff she kept saying about how she needs to resist, wake up, and see what’s going on was a bit weird to her, though. It really made Jean think. It was so concerning that she even crossed a line she rarely crosses and read Kitty’s mind without asking first. And she found that the girl genuinely believed this was a Code Yellow situation. Now Jean set up Code Yellow herself. It was for an emergency situation where she’d be mind-controlled by someone. The odds of that happening are incredibly rare, but Jean isn’t oblivious to the power she holds. She knows that if someone were to control her, the world could fall. Her X-Men could fall. It was just smart to prepare for a situation where she’d turn against those she cares about. She needs to make sure they are ready in case she isn’t of right mind.

But this isn’t it. It clearly isn’t. She’s making her own independent thoughts, and she’s actively reading the boy’s mind in case he makes any wishes. And sure, she missed a wish here and there, but it’s not like she missed anything significant. She’s keeping an active watch and log, so when they get back to the mansion and he’s under the authority of the many teachers who’ll be keeping him on a leash, they’ll just be able to make him undo all the wishes he made. And on top of that, while she’s been slow a couple of times on stopping his wishes, she’s always been close and isn’t too wrapped up in her act to miss anything.

“Eh, she said there are dudes there. I’m really just looking for pussy. I wish all the male teachers at the mansion were gone!” He thought.

Jean’s thoughts continued to mull over her situation; she really did think hard about Kitty’s thoughts. She trusted the girl enough to consider at least the prospect that this was a Code Yellow. Kitty knows not to throw something around like that lightly. She wouldn’t say it if she weren’t one hundred percent. But this isn’t a situation like that, right? No. The only chance would be if she’s being controlled and the type of control makes her explicitly unable to acknowledge it, or leaves her entirely oblivious. That isn’t happening, obviously, but supposedly it is possible. The simple solution would be to mentally command Axel to undo all the wishes he made, which would theoretically undo any wish on her lack of awareness. Unless he wished, she couldn’t command him to undo his wishes. No, that’s silly. He’d never think of such a thing... besides, she could then command him to wish that she was fully aware, so she could just use her own natural judgement on this situation. But again, that’s what she’s doing. Realistically, no matter how she looks at it, even if she tries to think about the ridiculous notion that she fails to realize something, it just doesn’t add up.

“I wish all the male teachers at the mansion were gone!”

Jean blinked. Did she miss something? “What, did you say something?”

“Huh?” Axel looked up from Kitty, the “vacuum cleaner”, she was busy using her suction nozzle, aka her mouth, to fuck his dick. Moving her whole body up and down his dong as she was just mindlessly frozen in place, no thought or concept of awareness on her features. “Oh, nah. I was just thinking aloud.”

“Ahh, alright then.” She returned to her dancing, the pole sliding up her body, grinding between her jiggling cheeks, making them clap and ripple against the metal. She then spun and dipped low to a squad that aired out her steamy pussy and dragged her tongue up the pole, lapping up the clear trail of her own pussy juices that coated the metal. Still, should she just give him a command to undo his wishes right here and now? Obviously, she’s not being controlled; it would be pointless to even think about that. But she did really trust Kitty. It wouldn’t make sense, but again, just out of curiosity, she could at the very least command him to wish that she’d know she was being controlled or not. Jean shifted back up from her squat, licking the pole all the way, and moved into a hip swaying dance, her ass bouncing back and forth while the pole slid up and down her cleavage and stomach.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Axel grunted to himself before looking down at Kitty. His cock was pulsating and throbbing, ready to blow its load into his newest toy. He shoved her lips down to create a suction at the base of his cock, as his chode began to pump down her throat, filling her bloated stomach even more, “You look spaced out.”

Hm... okay, okay. It didn’t make sense and was obviously just not true at all. That’s the funny thing about trusting family: we do dumb things sometimes. Kitty clearly wasn’t right, and she felt dumb even considering that this was a Code Yellow. It clearly isn’t, but it didn’t really hurt to, at the very least, issue a command to clear the air.

“Hey!” he snapped, “Listen to me when I talk to you! Are you thinking or using your powers or something?”

While Jean wrapped her tits around the pole to grind the base of her chest against it and tweak, pinch, and twist her nipples, she gave a quick command into Axel’s mind. “Wish I’m not being controlled or manipulated in any way that would prevent me from making an independent judgment on my situation.”

Well, that’s what she intended to get out, but instead it was really “Wish I’m not be—”

“I wish you’d stop what you’re doing and listen to me.”

*POOF*

Jean blinked as the cloud dissipated from her face and turned her head around, “Sorry, yes?”

Did she miss him saying a wish? No. She couldn’t have; she had been keeping track of his thoughts.

“Geez, I was trying to tell you I wanted to fuck your ass.”

“Oh.. Oh~!" She blinked again and quickly unwrapped the pole from being stuck in her cleavage and bounced her thick, jiggly body down to his floating brown goddess chair. “Sorry! If you want to fuck my ass, you can—”

“Eh, actually fuck it.” His dick twitched, “You said there are lots of sexy bitches I can fuck with.”

“Well, we won’t really be letting you do anyth—” Jean stopped herself mid-sentence, in the heat of the moment, she almost let the truth slip. He can’t find out who’s really in control here. “Uh-Ah.. yes. Yes, you can! Lots of sexy bitches~ A whole school of them.” Ignorance is bliss. What he doesn’t know, he can’t stop. She had to smirk at how he failed to notice the irony that he thought he had a grasp of the situation at hand.

Even though he had just filled Kitty’s stomach to the brim and tossed her aside to plap onto the floor without a second thought, his dick went fully stiff and erect to an impressively large size upon hearing her words, “Good! No great! But really, I wanted names, like uh.. I know we’re about to head there anyway, but I just want a little taste of the cake. Like I said, I wanted to fuck your ass, but I can fuck someone else’s.”

“I see,” Jean sighed, fixing this attitude would be the first on her agenda as Headmistress, “Well, I—”

“Who has the biggest butt? I mean fattest ass. I mean plumpest dump truck! Like an ass that claps by just walking!”

Jean opened her mouth to comment on the constant interruptions he’s been making every time she talked. She is the Headmistress, the absolute deciding **** at the school, interrupting mid-sentence over and over. While annoying, this is something she’ll tolerate. However, once he’s at school, it needs to be known that once she starts talking, he shuts up until she finishes what she has to say. That said, she had to think for a moment about that question, just in general, of everyone she knows, the one who she’d say has the biggest butt would probably be Mystique, but that’s just because of her natural shapeshifting abilities, it’s not like it was that big normally but even in her base for she does have a really generously plump backside. And clearly he meant the teachers, or students, people who will actually be at the school. None of the students fit the bill, but as for the ones in charge... There were some contenders.

Psylocke definitely has a huge ass, but if we’re talking about fatness, or ‘plumpest dump truck,’ then Rogue’s ass would be the biggest of them all. It was definitely an odd thought to have; she had to frown a bit to herself while even considering it. Her friends and family might be “stacked” or have that “cake” as the immature often say, but it isn’t something she ever gave much genuine thought. That said, Rogue certainly does have a plump peach. They designed her suit with her exact measurements in mind, and even still, her butt often has the latex material pretty tightly strapped around those buns, to the point where it could even rip apart if it wasn’t synthesized with nearly unbreakable material.

It had to be Rogue. The southern woman’s ass is so huge it literally makes her cake wobble when she walks; those fat buns clap with each step, they jiggle and ripple every time she so much as shifts. The more thought she gives it, the more she realizes how much she’s noticed. Especially in spandex so tight it’s practically a second skin. Hell, it wouldn’t be too far of a reach to say that Rogue is nearly walking around naked with how tight that is. And though they don’t literally clap with each step, if she’s being realistic, she has heard soft clapping sounds a few times when Rogue was suddenly to jump or make fast movements; they do naturally clap, that is a fact. “Well, that’d be Rogue, she—”

“Nice! Then..”

Now Jean was so shocked that he interrupted her again; she was about to snap, at least on this. She wouldn’t let the truth slip about his powers, and how he’s not going to be as free as he’s deluded into believing he’ll be, but interrupting her mid-sentence, AGAIN, is just letting him get away with too much. That said, she was so focused on thinking about what to say that she completely missed his wish until it was too late.

“I wish Rogue would burst through the wall, declare herself Ms. Big Bubble Butt, The Bimbo of all Bitches, then start twerking her fat fucking ass, letting me fuck that asshole whenever I want.”

*POOF*

“Wait, wha—” Jean was about to ask what wish she missed, but then she heard the sound of an explosion as the metal walls of the jet started to crumble, and in came the biggest bubble butt in the entire school, and then some, Rogue.

Wait, Rogue? Did he wish for her to be here, too? No- wait. That’s not... he can’t be summoning people. Rogue didn’t choose to be here. And she’s a teacher at the mansion. Who knows what she was doing? She could have been teaching, grading papers, enjoying a lunch break, or taking a nap. She could’ve been in the middle of saving people, lifting a bus, or a building, or even on a short date with Gambit for goodness sake! And, as a teacher, one with far more responsibilities than someone like Kitty, Rogue isn’t someone that could just be summoned carelessly without ramifications. If she was grading papers, and was pulled away, suddenly that delays the following class, if she were in the middle of a lecture, and summoned, then the students just watched their teacher, their protector, their guider, just vanish mid sentence against her will, that could scare them, it could cause uneeded stress, ontop of also delaying their entire curriclum.

These wishes have ramifications that the teen just isn’t thinking about. He wanted someone with a big butt, so with no care, no trace of thought about what it would mean, he made her vanish instantly, uncaeromosly from one spot to another. The cause and effect of such is clearly not even a consideration for him.

“Wassup, y’all!” Rogue hollered, her Southern drawl dripping with bravado. “Ah’m Ms. Big Bubble Butt! An' ah'm here to show Axel mah huge~ FUCKIN’ ASS!”

The southern belle stepped into the room and bent over, shaking her rear end. Her massive butt cheeks jiggling and rippling, the tight yellow and green X-Men spandex she wore did nothing to contain her huge rear end. If anything, it was no different than human skin fully lining her massive, steamy backside. It was so fat and ripply it was almost absolutely comical; her ass was the same size as before, only she never presented it so absurdly brazenly. The tight fabric straining and stretching as her butt mounds pressed against it, he shape and folds of her pussy lined like naked skin. The latex stretched around and inside the folds of her snatch, even more so when she bent over; they could barely contain the huge malleable bun. Juices pressed and oozed through the material as it conformed to every shape of her body. Jean was about to stop her, but the truth of it was, she had already missed his wish. If he wishes for her to do something, she’ll just have to wait until he finishes his sentence and undo it, but if she undoes it now, that’ll reveal that she can end his fun at any time. So instead, she watched as Rogue shook her fat ass, a loud clapping sound filling the air.

“HOLY SHIT!” Axel was already fully hard from watching this hot woman in skin-tight yellow and green spandex shake her massive booty in his face. Those cheeks were so thick, so fat, that her outfit was actually bulging out between her buns, stretching across her fat cheeks, so tight that he could smell and taste the scent of that pussy and steamy cake.

Rogue bent low and arched her back, the spandex of her uniform screeching as it stretched to its breaking point around her swollen curves. She threw her head back with a breathless laugh. “Ohhh yeah~! Check out mah huge fuckin’ ass! Ms. Big Bubble Butt is here ta'h serve!” Rogue cried out, giving it a taunting slap that made it quake. She grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them out, stretching the spandex to its absolute limit. “Ain’t nobody got a booty bigger than this! The fattest piece o’ cake y’all ever seen! Ah’m the biggest bitch in the room—” she wiggled shamelessly, eyes glazed with ditzy pride, “—the bimbo queen of all bodacious booties!”

Jean was about to try to speak up and say something, but that might ruin his fun. Something she couldn’t afford to do until they were safely surrounded by many omega-level mutants. Until then, it was best to just let him enjoy himself; he could fuck himself into a coma for all she cared, but until then, ignorance is bliss.

Rogue threw her head back with a giddy holler, hands planted on her hips, before she spun around and bent forward, giving everyone the full view. “Ah’ve got the biggest ass in the whole wide world!” she crowed, shaking her oversized cheeks until they clapped together with a thunderous smack. The wobbling slabs of flesh jiggled and bounced uncontrollably, every slap of her palm sending ripples rolling through her spandex like waves. The echo of the noise filled the room, a lewd rhythm that rattled off the walls and reverberated in everyone’s ears.

*Clap* *Plapp* *Slap* *PLAPP*

Rogue bent over and looked back over her shoulder, her grin wide and mindless as she pounded her palms against her bouncing flesh. “No wonder they call me Big Bubble Butt!” she hollered, every syllable punctuated by the clap of her cheeks. “Ah’m the bimbo bitch o’ this whole school—an’ ah got the biggest ass t’prove it!” She twerked wildly, spandex straining, fat wobbling with every shake. Her green eyes glazed as she fixed them on Jean. “Betcha that’s why you call me the biggest bitch, huh, Jean? ’Cause ah’m nuthin’ but a big butt slut!” she crowed, throwing her head back in a fit of obscene laughter.

Before Jean could respond, Axel, who was glued to the godly ass of the biggest butt at the mansion, muttered, “Y-Yeah! Have a twerk off! I want to see both of your butts bouncing! Make them cheeks clap in sync! I wish that would happen.”

No way, this is too far. Jean raised a hand to her temple, she’s stopping thi—

*POOF*

The room shook with the obscene rhythm of flesh slapping flesh, every CLAP and SMACK echoing like thunder. Their spandex uniforms stretched to bursting, every bounce sending ripples rolling across their fat, sweaty cheeks. Jean arched her back and moaned out shamelessly, eyes half-lidded as she threw a sultry look over her shoulder. “Ooohhh~ yeahhh! Look at this juicy peach shake! I’m the ultimate butt slut, my cake doesn’t stop clappin’ for anyone!” She gave her rear an extra jiggle, fat waves crashing against Rogue’s.

Rogue just laughed, tossing her hair back as she mashed her wobbling ass into Jean’s with even harder smacks, each bounce louder than the last. “Pfft—please, sugah~!” she drawled, voice dripping with ditzy confidence. “Ain’t nobody got a fatter, toastier booty than Rogue! Ah’m the whole damn bakery, an’ this ass claps louder than thunder!” Their cheeks collided again, the lewd sound filling the chamber, shaking through the team’s ears until it felt like the walls themselves would give way to the relentless, humiliating chorus of flesh. Rogue displayed her mastery of the fat toasty booty by bouncing her cheeks together, the loud clapping sounds echoing as Jean’s plump peach clapped back against it.

They kept on twerking, shaking their thick booties for Axel, trying to outdo each other, showing off just how juicy their asses were. Jean’s was more perky while Rogue’s was thicker, and that thickness made all the difference. That said, Jean was still bouncing her ass up and down, her cheeks smacking into Rogue’s. Both of their asses were jiggling in synchronized harmony as they plapped together, each bounce clapping louder than the last. Jean’s thick, jiggly butt was rippling like a massive wave, while Rogue’s thick, bubble butt was bouncing like a heavy beachball. The sound of clapping was becoming nearly deafening for the horny teenager. He knew he had to get in on this action.

“Fuck..” He grunted, not realizing he had been pumping his cock this whole time, splurts of seed had been roaping the ground, making a complete mess all over the floor, “I’m about to bust my load all over you guys! I-I wish I could blast out as much cum as I want as long as I want!”

*POOF*

The two women grinned and continued bouncing their butts, the two of them standing side by side and bending over with their asses aimed at him. “Cum all over my big fat ass!” Jean moaned, shaking her wobbling tush.

Rogue barked back with a manic laugh, slamming both palms against her wobbling flesh so hard the cheeks clapped together like wildly with wet meaty thunderous plaps. “No, mine!” she shouted, shaking her hips side to side. “Mah ass is the fattest, sugah—cover this huge booty with your cum!” Her cheeks bounced and rippled with every word, the obscene rhythm echoing through the room as she flaunted herself without a shred of shame.

Axel pumped his cock faster, the smell of their sexy pussies and steamy asses was filling the room, it was like a **** that sent his head spinning. The way they bounced their big butts together was sending him over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer, “I’m gonna—” He planned on unleashing so much seed they’d be fully coated in a white ocean. “Ngh~! I’m gonna-”

“You’re going to cum?” Jean said, her mind a little foggy as she spoke. A slight haze of questioning about what she was doing etched into her mind for a second. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but her mind was focused on one thing: getting that cum all over her ass. “You’re going to cum all over my big fat ass, right?”

“Yeah~! And I wish my cum is potent to women~! The thickest musk they can’t ignore! Get high off it!”

*POOF*

A cloud large enough to cover the entire world and all women within it exploded, to encompass everyone in one, rather than a small cloud to hit every woman specifically. Not that Axel noticed the difference in how his power made its own judgment on how it would go about hitting the targets needed to make the wish come true. Nor realized that his cloud’s range could only hit the planet and not any women who might so happen to be beyond such distance.

“Mmmaaahh~! Yes yess! Cum all over your Headmistress’ fat ass~!”

“No! Over mah fat, juicy booty!” Rogue hollered, voice breaking with shameless pride as she arched her back harder, forcing her ass to jut out and bulge even more. Every bounce sent her cheeks clapping together like cannons. For just a heartbeat, though, a strange thought cut through the haze — how she’d been spitting mad in the War Room minutes earlier, ready to tear into this very brat. Now here she was, squealing and flaunting, her voice moaning out— “…cum all over mah huge cake!” she moaned, slapping her wobbling flesh until the obscene sound echoed through the chamber, the humiliating display swallowing her stray thought as quickly as it had come. She licked her lips. It didn’t matter really, she’s here to twerk and get ass fucked, getting cum on her cake is just a benefit! She’s been sweating up a storm in this suit all day; the oven needs a light glaze!

“F-FFFFF..” Axel grunted then.. “Fuckk!” He moaned and splurted out his chode right onto the assess before.

*THHHHOMMMMP*

A portal opened up below Rogue. Not just her. Below Kitty too, another opened behind Storm, and a hand reached through and pulled her into it. But really, all Axel noticed was the one that Rogue fell into right as his cum shot out.

“It’s open, NOW!” Magik barked, opening three portals in the war room.

Emma had prepared for this, their Hail Mary. With the portals open inside the jet, she could project her mind directly inside, bypassing the dumb telepathic barrier Jean installed to “protect” the occupants and be able to command the kid into ceasing this ridiculous fiasco. “Enough games! Peasant! I command you to—”

*SPPLLLLLUUUURRRRRRRT*

She didn’t have to vocalize her command clearly. But she’s learned over the years that the surprise of one’s voice can be the difference between having seconds and not being able to complete a command in high-tension situations. Her mouth was open, doing just that, and she expected the bodies of Rogue, Kitty, and Storm to fall through the portals, yes. After all, this was a rescue attempt on everyone but Jean, as it’s best to leave the mind-controlled telepath far away. But what she didn’t expect was a massive stream of cum to erupt through the portals, coating her face, mouth, hair, and boobs. She was prepared for everything, yes, not this. Her mouth didn’t just get some seed in it; her cleavage didn’t find a little spillage of semen. No, she was entirely knocked off her feet and thrown back onto the wall with the **** of the blast of cum, like being hit by a giant beam of pure white vicuss chode, the potent musk of hot seed inundated all senses in an instant from zero to a hundred. She hit the back wall with enough **** to briefly fall **** while the onslaught of seed continued to plow against her with seemingly no end in sight, not that she noticed, with how she was instantly rendered nothing more than a ragdoll.

The room was filled with feminine yelps as everyone jumped back. Magik got some in her mouth, the cleavage of Dazzler’s outfit was drenched so much that one of her boobs popped out, while X-23 and Psylocke were quick enough to jump aside. Yet X-23’s senses were so abrutply overwhelmed by the thick, potent scent of seed she couldn’t focus on anything but it, her eyes rolled up, and she briefly stumbled back before managing to steady herself, only to fall face and tits first into the ocean of cum on the floor. Her enhanced senses that exceeded far beyond any animal known to man now had this enhanced sticky musk directly surging up her nose, and mouth, causing her to pass out after trying to rise up, only to fall face-first again with a *Plap~!*

But speaking of *Plap*

Emma had been knocked out cold, her mouth agape and drooling a river of semen that coated her tits. Her corset was knocked aside, leaving her gigantic tits out and absolutely drenched in seed as she took the entire blast point-blank. The indomitable wall protecting them didn’t even try to halt the onslaught of seed with her mind. She didn’t even know what was happening. Wearing nothing but her white thong, she was entirely out of it, glued to the wall from sheer cum, her mouth open, but uttered nothing but gargling nonsense with her throat fully stuffed with seed.

"I~gghl~"

*POP*

Through the gargles, she coughed out a literal huge bubble of chode that popped out on her knocked out face, before the glue-like seed on the wall finally broke free, and she fell right down into the sea of cum.

*SSPPLAAATTT*

The splash and wave of cum splashed the entire room, hitting all the girls in the splash radius as she hit the floor, her fat, jiggly bubble butt wedged and drenched in a thong now wobbled in place, and her head bobbed in the cum like a buoy. At the same time, she gargled and coughed up more and more chode bubbles before eventually no sound could be uttered as she was fully clocked out.