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PLOP! With a thud Jean Grey and Emma Frost were were severed mentally from the other, their psychic battle coming to a close with the unfathomable sensation of their minds snapping like Elastic bands. Their bodies and consciousness stretched and obliterated until they felt the cold rush of air against their skin. Jean lands on her ass in the mud, staining her orange and blue uniform as Emma lands with a thud face first.

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“Ugh... where are we...” Jean says gathering her wits about her and looking around.
“UUCH! Oh god! What have you done?!” Emma Frost screams wiping the mud away from her face.
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Another bloody mess you've landed us in Gray, You better hope to God this outfit isn't permanently stained or so help me God I will ruin you"
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“Shut up, Emma...” Jean says as she stands up, tries her best to wipe the mud away and reaches out with her mind. Something that used to be as natural as breathing “Hmmm.... nothing. I’m not getting anything... I don’t have my powers!” Jean starts to panic.
Emma pressed her hand to her forehead, smiling smugly, eager to feel the cacophony of noise that comes with reading a mind, but instead, for the first time in her life she heard....nothing? complete silence. "What have....what have you done to me Gray?"
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“Me? I didn’t do anything. Think for a moment, Frost, why would I drag us both to wherever the hell this is-“suddenly she is interrupted by a rustling in the foliage surrounding them. Four heavy figures lumber out from their hiding places and approach the women from the shadows.
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"Halt intruder! You're approaching two of the most dangerous mutants on Earth! take a step closer and we'll fry your pathetic brains!"
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“Uh, Emma, I hope you’re a better fighter than you are at bluffing...” Jean says as she goes back to back with her nemesis. The figures lumber closer and their bloated heavy features are exposed. Massive beings with thick green skin and a stench that could choke a fly. Each one points a crude stone blade at the mutants.
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Emma covered her nose, gagging on the stench. "Don't you animals understand English?, do you have no idea the danger you’re in, how easily Mutants like us could CRUSH you?"
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The lead creature approaches her and shoves his axe to her throat. In a grave voice he speaks “what are human intruders doing on our lands!?”
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Emma nudged Jean "Hmpph, I believe she's talking to you Jean, you’re the only one here smellier and dumber than he is!" Emma unwisely chuckled, unused to having no power in a situation
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Jean rushes around and lowers the blade from her enemy’s neck. “No. Please. We’re lost- we’re not from here. We’re not even sure where here is-“Jean tries to reason. The leader interrupts. “Humans are not permitted on Ogre’s lands...” he says with a belch of noxious fumes. “But we are also an understanding people. We are not the brainless animals you have made us out to be...” He reasons, with a solemn honesty
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"Believe me, we have no desire to be on your land either" Emma said with a sneer
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“Take them!” He orders as the other ogres descend and roughly grab their shoulders and march them down the muddy trail.
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"Do you have any idea who I am, you brute?" Emma said with her usual haughty tone, combined with a hint of worry, as she was dragged away
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“Stop it, Frost. I don’t think we’re in danger yet...” Jean says trying to calm Emma down. She did have a point though, these guys smelled pretty rank.
The two women were marched for miles into the forest until night barely falls. Once they approach the village, they were met with the wonderous site of an entire population of ogres living in trees, trunks, dirt mounts and tree houses. An entire society of the hideous and odorous beings.
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"My, what a wonderful stench we've discovered. May I ask why it's a custom in your society not to bathe?" Emma said to one of the female guards at her side
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The female guard stares her down and then rips a noxious fart in response.
“You two will stay here in the King’s home. You are prisoners but will be treated fairly...” the lead guard says as he guides them into the “opulent” quarters of the Ogre King. They are escorted to a room with dual straw beds, a small table and wardrobe and a fully length mirror.
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Emma waved away the horrid stench of the fart, the moment the mirror was discovered, she immediately ran to it and started preening and wiping the mud from her face. Aside from a few stray hairs, and mild amount of mud on her black outfit, she was looking good as ever. "You may want to spruce up a tad Jean, these.... things have never seen anyone as attractive as me, I wouldn't want you to be a slave whilst I'm a queen, would I?"
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Jean sits on the edge of the bed and removes her boots. She starts to massage her feet. “I don’t see how you can walk in those heels. Sheesh my feet are killing me!” She complains.
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"Some people are just built for high society dear, this isn't my first time walking through mud in Gucci, let me put it that way. Why are you feet hurting, anyway? Surely you boots already fit you? I will admit they are regretably stylish"
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Jean pulls away and tries to tug her boots back on. “I’m just not much of a hiker. I guess you get around more than I do. Tell me can you run in those heels too?” Jean chides Emma. Before she can response in kind, Emma’s stomach rumbles violently. Like nothing either of them have heard before.
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"Ooh" Emma chuckles as she holds her stomach "I must have forgotten to eat this morning. I suppose both eating and running are the trivial things that separate me, the worlds finest telepath from the common rabble like you"
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Jeans anger boils over like it never has before. She gets up from her seat and marches over to Emma. “You know, Frost, I wonder how well you can take a punch outside of the astral plane-“ before Jean could swing there is a knock at the door. The female guard opens it and declares “The King will see you both now for dinner...” and then she exits

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"You'll break your fist on my perfectly chiselled jaw, Jean" replied Emma Frost, with all the scorn in the world. "Thank God for some food, I'm starving"
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As the two women march down the hall, Emma’s back starting to twinge in pain (not that she would ever let Jean Grey see).

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When they arrived at the great hall there were several ogres seated and devouring the massive spread. At the head of the table are two empty seats side by side. There is also a creature that could only be described as a giant and an ogre. The king was 8 feet tall and Jabba the Hutt like in perorations. He wore a dirt brown fur coat and an open leather tunic.
The food was plentiful and putrid. All manner of game, fruit, vegetables and items foraged. Each in different stages from old to decaying.
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Emma resisted the urge to vomit at the array of putrid, sometimes insect ridden food. "Um, excuse me, me and Jean are human, and thus require uh, edible food"
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“You will eat with the rest of the clan!” The guard says as she forcefully pushes Emma into a seat. “Just go with it...” Jean says quietly to Emma.With a resigned sigh, Jean grabs a plate and tries to find the fresher portions of produce and a healthy slab of some kind of meat.
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"Uggh" Emma began to pick at some overripe fruit with her black glove. "H-how does it taste Jean?"
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Jean chokes down a big bite. Her face twisted until she managed to choke down the bite. “It’s so.... hmm. Actually, it’s not bad”
The Ogre King looks down at the two humans and laughs, spitting up food and saying something inaudible through his full mouth.
Jean takes another big bite. This one going down easier.
The food sits heavy in her stomach but after the day she has had, it was a welcoming warm feeling.
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Similarly, Emma inhaled a grape, and found it to taste.... fine? Maybe even a little juicy? She slowly progressed through the vine, even sampling some of the... Less choice grapes, but found that, strangely, the taste seemed to improve each time? Her gloves became stained as she sampled more and more. "I hate to say it Jean, but it seems you were right about something for once!"
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“I think this food just looks bad but gulp its really ok to eat!” Jean says with a smile and a full mouth. A bit of sauce staining the side of her cheek.
Despite how many grapes Emma ate, her stomach continued to growl violently.
Although the two mutants don’t realize it, all eyes are on them as the ogres eat.
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"Forgetting your manners a bit Jean?" said Emma as she dabbed away the sauce on her cheek, before licking her glove. "Oh goddamn, this stuff is delicious, she said, pulling up a bowl of gamey looking stew and shooing away a few flies.
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Jean realizes what a pig she is making of herself in that moment and looks around the room curiously. She does the math in her head... three plates. What was supposed to be a polite gesture to her captives turned into an all she could eat display. She turns to Emma and her eyes go wide when she notices the White Queens food baby. “Emma! We have to stop-“ she was suddenly interrupted by the king, standing up with all his false opulence

With a bellowing speech he welcomes the two strange humans to his clan and offers anything they might need to remain comfortable. With that the dinner ends.
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"Um, yes, exuse me, your highness but as we are two woman of manners and dignity, we require some provisions, such as bathing tools, cutlery, clothes and such, may these be arranged?"
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As Emma finishes her demands her stomach turns over with a loud noise and she can’t help herself. Against her will and before she can realize it, she blasts a ripper of a fart in her wooden seat. Jean leans away from her with her eyes going wide.
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"Oh-oh gosh.... I.... I apologize, your highness for the...uh... vulgar display" Emma says with the scent of her fart coming to her nose as she blushed bright red. "But both I, and Jean" she says nudging Jean to nod "really do require our basics"
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Jean shakes her head violently trying not to get roped in with her companion. The quiet silence is broken when another ogre farts. Then another. Then another belches. The king lets loose a mighty burp and there is suddenly a cacophony of gas and cheering as the ogres all let loose. Jean tries not to laugh, stifling a loud burp of her own as she watches Emma’s horror.
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"You...you animals" Emma says, covering her mouth "Freakin' do something Jean! They're not listening to me!"
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Jean looks around and with a puckish smile leans over to Emma and released a loud, uncouth burp directly into Emmas face “Hey, get over yourself White Queen” Jean says laughing at herself. Sure, she’d lost her powers, but how much would it hurt to have a LITTLE fun for once?
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Emma had removed her hand from her mouth to speak to Jean, as she was assaulted by a wave of pungent hot air. Her face turned to fury as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Jean, I need to speak to you alone"
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Jean is giggling and let’s herself be dragged from the table by Emma. They march together back into their room. Jean still stifling a giggle from what she just did to Emma.
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"Jean, what's gotten into you? why did you say we needed to stop earlier? We need to start formulating an escape plan from these monsters"
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“Hmmm? Oh yeah. I just... hang on” she sits on the edge of the bed. “...are your feet hurting? Mine are killing me...” she says as she tugs off her boot. She was immediately assaulted by the stench of her foot, stinking up the room The nails had become long, yellow and unhealthy. Her feet were surprisingly wide, with fat toes. The smell was like the Ogres her and Emma thought that they left behind, sweaty and vinegary.
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"hmm, they have been a little irritated... My GOD what happened to yours? They... they stink Jean! Don't you ever wash them?"
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“This is.., this isn’t me!” Jean says a little panicked. Her feet were large and gross but they were… they were still certainly human. She rips off her other boot to find the same thing.

"God Jean, when I said you were smellier than they are I wasn't being serious" said Emma, using the distraction to sneak out another fart. She'd been feeling awful gassy lately

Jean shoots her a look. “I heard that. Besides, looks like you ate out at dinner a little too much yourself. What was that you were saying about your eating habits ...” Jean motions to Emma’s new pot belly.
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Emma blushes and looks at her pot belly. "That wasn't... this isn't possible! Jean... you’re... your turning into one of them!"
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“What? No..., no that doesn’t make sense.” She says standing up in protest. “I,,, it’s been a long day and the hike damaged my feet....” she says while trying to hold back a burp as her stomach growls.
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"Jean...please... smell your feet, they're foul. Even I don't think even you'd choose to be that disgusting, I don't care how 'damaged' they are"
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Jean looks down at her feet. She knows in her heart that they are not her own. Damage and hiking aside, they were never this wide and huge looking. Her attention snaps back to Emma where, on her black corset, the laces start to snap as well.

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The garment bursts free and hangs off Emma’s frame- still mercifully granting her some modesty. Jean is shocked, but is a believer now. “Geez. Ok... I don’t know... maybe we stay the night here and in the morning we make a break for it. We can’t run out into the woods with god knows what...” she is interrupted by her own deep belch and then a squealing fart.

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Emma looked at her swollen body with increasing panic. "Oh Lord, I can't become a fat pig like you Jean!"
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Jean pouts and puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? Fat pig? My feet may be all messed up but uurp I’m not fat...”
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"Oh please, you couldn't fit into a single one of my outfits if you tried, now stop burping in my face, it's very rude"
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Jean realizes she didn’t even attempt to cover her mouth. “Yeah, I’m the rude one... You know what Frost, you keep talking to me like that and I’m going to clobber you” Jean says, quickly resorting to violence.
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"Oh please, Jean, as if, you're becoming just like them, brutish and masculine, resorting to violence at the first opportunity, I'm sure you'll love becoming a fat, swollen, aggressive ogre like them"
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Jean grits her teeth and seethes with rage. Emma’s eyes go wide in realization that she might have just pissed off the wrong person. Jeans back spreads as sinewy muscles bloat and swell. The orange spandex material stretches to its limits to accommodate her hulking upper body.
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Emma begins to back off, clutching her head "My apologies, Gray, It's been a difficult time for me, I've never been without my powers, I've never been without a place to call home, I'm just... scared" said Emma disingenuously
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Through gritted teeth, Jean stomps over to Frost and WHAM sends a haymaker across Emma’s head. The tubby blonde falls to the floor in a heap. Immediately after contact Jean comes to her senses.
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"Ughh" Said Emma as she fell to the floor. "Oh God Jean, I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me I....I can't help myself owwwww" She said, crying on the floor "I'm so faaaaaaaat" she whined, sobbing into her hair
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“Emma! I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ Jean catches her reflection in the mirror. She looked slightly hunched with the spread back and bulky shoulders. Her red hair was a mess and slightly covering her face. She picked her ally up and inspected her face. Even though Jean clocked her on the cheek, Emma’s nose was looking swollen. “Emma you’re right- we're becoming like them...”
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"We need to come up with a plan. ughh Jean, please don't put your armpit near my face, you're really starting to stink" Emma said covering her swollen nose again
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“I know I know, ok? You don’t have to keep pointing it out...” Jean says starting to pace the wooden floors.
For the first time she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and studies her reflection. Her shoulders were broad and meaty as if that was her mutant power. Her large feet stuck out under here as she wiggles her toes. Beyond that and the smell she was still the same woman she always was. She turned back to Emma and gasped a bit.
The White Queen was pudgy and doughy all over. Like she had completely given up on dieting and her appearance. Her black corset was barely hanging on and her black trunks looking like they were digging in painfully. When she moved her hand away from her nose it looked broad and swollen on her face. “Yeah, we can’t stay here. Forget spending the night. We have to get out of here now.”
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Emma looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at how doughy she was becoming. "Oh God I've become such a fat pig!" She squealed. Tentatively she lifted up her arm and sniffed herself. "I...I don't think I've started to smell yet though, You'd tell me if I was, wouldn't you Jean?" Emma said, moving her armpit closer to Jeans face.
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Without a second thought Jean leans in and takes a huge whiff of Emma’s armpit. “Hmmm. It does kinda smell” she says as if this was a completely normal thing to do.
Jean leans back and her stomach growls with hunger- despite the fact she just ate. A small burp escaping her lips
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Emma sniffed herself again, she did smell a little sweaty, although nowhere near as bad as Jean, who reeked. for Emma Frost though, it was probably the worst she'd smelt in her life. "We... we need to come up with an escape plan Jean"
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Jeans stomach growls again. She squeezed her fists trying to think. “Alright- ok, if we wait till the castle is quiet it might be too late for us. But if we leave our room look for, I don’t know, a bathroom or something to eat, then we might be able to move freely”
As Jean explained her plan, Emma’s skin started to look rough- literally. It was as if she spent a life in the tanning bed as her smooth complexion cracked and became riddled with pock marks.
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"Gah my....skin...it's....it's shifting!" Said Emma as her skin began to become bumpy and tough, like a hide. Emma started breathing heavily, but slowly, began to focus herself.
"I-I Hate to say this given our current predicament, but we may have to wait until morning, If we're caught in nightime it will seem much more suspicious, and security will be heightened, if we wait til' morning we could just...slip away?"

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“Yeah. Alright. Hopefully things don’t get too much out of control...” Jean says looking at her massive feet. “Or any worse than they already are...”
She shuffles off to her bed and takes off her blue Armor.
The straw mattress bends under, proving that even Jean might have added a pound or two. With her back to Emma she lets loose a long loud flabby fart.
fffffffrrrrrrttttbblbblbbl!
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"Oh God, I'm worried what we'll wake up as in the morning. I... I hope I don't lose you Jean." Emma said, scratching her wrist. She hesitantly got into her bed, which was covered in a smelly sheeps hide. Emma didn't remove any of her clothing, however, as she was terrified of the potential consequences, and slept in her dirty gucci shoes and mud stained black outfit
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“You too, Emma...” Jean says softly. The sound of phlegm in the back of her throat.

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It was a rough night for Jean as she dreamt. She was herself again, sitting alone in a log cabin. She tries to get up from the comfy chair but the more she resists the more she is pulled further as further into it. She feels heavy- like gravity is working against her. She tries to escape but her body is not her own. She sinks into blackness. There is a warm feeling. A feeling of family. A feeling of being home...
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Emma slept fitfully and unhappily. Initially she was awake for long periods of time, terrified and monitoring her body for further changes, especially when the king came in and made his presence known. Eventually, however, she fell into slumber, she dreamed she and Jean were a couple, living together in the same house, playing nerdy videogames. Both never cleaned or showered, although occasionally Emma would force Jean to clean her hairy armpits with her tongue. She pretended to hate living in squalor, but oftentimes whilst waiting for games to load she would bury her own face in her hairy armpits and masturbate, cumming harder than she ever did as the noble queen of the Hellfire club
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Morning sunlight flickers into the room. Jean squints as the light dances across her eyes. “Hmmm. Hrrrm?” She sits up and quickly throws back the blanket to inspect her body. Nothing noticeable. She closes her eyes and knows her powers are still gone. Mentally she tries to check on her body but her grumbling stomach interrupts her thoughts.
“Hmm. Emma.” Jean rolls over, her long red hair a messy nest.
“EMMA.” She says trying to rouse her partner from her slumber.
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"Mmmm, what is it" Emma says groggilly, Jean lifts the cover, revealing to her horror what Emma had been doing in her sleep. One hand was in her panties, furiously pleasuring herself, as the other was above her head. Emma had been greedily sniffing her pit in her sleep.
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Jeans eyes go wide. “Emma! Jesus. I was sleeping right over there” she says shoving the White Queen and stomping over to the full-length mirror to inspect herself. She would be lying to herself if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind as well. Her sex aching to be touched and massaged.
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Emma finally woke up and realized what she'd been doing, she sprawls to use the covers to protect her dignity, though she had none "JEAN?!?!? JESUS, I'M..I'M SO SORRY. I...I... DIDN'T REALIZE, I'M SO SORRY!"
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Jean ignores her. She stands in front of the mirror scratching her toneless ass. Another long deep fart vibrating outwards. Her red hair hangs over her face and shoulders like a mop. “Hmm? It’s fine, Emma. It’s been a weird night...” she says waving her hand back and forth past her ass
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Emma got out of bed, looking significantly more dishevelled than yesterday, her hair a tangled mess covering her face. "Jean... stop, it's so gross" she pleaded. "Any..Any changes for you?"
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Jean turns around and faces Emma, she didn’t bother to put her hair up and her eyes looked heavy. “Hmmm. Nope. About the same. I guess... you?” She did think that Emma’s hair was much lighter today. Almost black.
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Nothing much had changed for Emma either, her skin felt tough, crusty and flaky though. "nothing much physical for me either, How about, um, odor, want me to give you a sniff test Jean?"
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Jean quickly stomped over and lifted her arm up for Emma and shoved her pit right in her face like this it was a totally normal thing to do.
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Emmas nose crinkles as the foul scent of Jean body odor, but she kept her face there "Oh God you smell so very foul Gray, you freakin’ STINK" Emma started to hold Jeans arm and greedily inhale the scent.
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Jean let’s her. A crooked smile breaking across the ginger’s face. “‘My ass is WAY worse. I was farting all night-“ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

There is a heavy pounding on the door and the deep grave voice of their guard. “Breakfast in the main hall!” It shouts.
Jean perks up. Food. It had been all encompassing in her mind since she last ate.
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Emma scratches and sniffs her own armpit, but seems almost disappointed "God, I wish mine smelt that bad"
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Jean shrugs her heavy shoulders as she heads for the door. “They probably will soon enough. You coming?”
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"Of course, gosh, I've been so hungry recently"
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As they walk down the hall, other ogres join them. They whisper and point at the two women as they past. “Emma” Jean says leaning in to talk to her friend. “You... you’re acting kinda strange.” She says remarking on the way she smelled her pits.
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"Pah, says the woman who was smelling her farts all of yesterday. I'm pampered all the time, I can appreciate someone else being a bit ripe this one time. Besides, I noticed you're still not wearing shoes Jean, at least I kept my heels on"
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Jean sneers back at Emma as they enter the dining hall. Just like the night before all the ogres took their seats and immediately began grabbing at food and tearing into it. “I was just making an observation, Emma...” Jean says taking her seat. “At leads my gas smells uurp good...” she finishes as she practically lunges over the table for a bowl of whatever she can get her hands on.
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Emma also began piling her plate with foul smelling, gamey meat. "Of course you believe whatever comes out of your ass smells good, you're just so used to expelling hot air"
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Jean, without hesitation leans over and rips the fur cloak off Emma’s back. What she didn’t know, however, was that the cape was attached to her strained corset. Both garments come off in one swift movement. At first Jean is horrified at what she did- exposing her one friend like that. Then her brain tells her, no- the bitch deserved it.
Jean puts her elbow on the table, burps, and takes a huge bite out of a rancid turkey leg.
The hall erupts in laughter and cheering. Even the king is chortling.
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"Jean how could you DO that" said Emma, attempting to cover her flabby breasts, she begins to cry into the table, but after a few moments she brings her bowl closer to her and starts to eat between sobs
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The king cheers and orders his servants to bring the cape and drape it on Jeans shoulders. Jean ignores the gesture and leans into Emma. “Emma! I’m so SORRY! I - I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry I just...” she stops and looks at her hands. Her fingers were long with bulking joints. She curls her fingers into her palm as she watches the nails yellow and become thick and pointed.

As Emma eats, she can feel something off in her mouth. It isn’t until she finishes her large bite that she realizes her teeth are crammed into her mouth, crooked and yellow with a second set of incisors on top and bottom crowding everything.
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Emma puts her hands to her newly rancid and warped teeth "Jean, what's happening to us? we need to fight it, find some way to get out of this state, I can't be stuck like this! I'm the White Queen, not the green!" Emma said between sobs
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Jean was getting frantic. She looked around the room. The hulking green figures are laughing, fighting, belching and of course eating. Eating. The food on the table looked so delicious. The hunks of meat and root vegetables were making Jean drool. Wait, no, she had to get out.

Jean gripped the edge of the table, digging her nails into the wood. She has to save herself. She has to save the White Queen. “No. No....”
Emma’s words play over in her head. “...I’m not the green queen!”
Jean grits her teeth. “Emma.... hrrrrrrrrm But I am”

"J-Jean, what are you saying? We have to fight it!" Emma says through mangled teeth
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Jean huffs and reaches out grabbing an entire carcass of something and tears into like an animal. She takes a few massive bites and then looks back at Emma. A green pallor bleeding through to her skin from the inside.
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Emma attempted to grab jeans arms, desperate to keep her from devouring the carcass and do something "Jean stop! Please! This isn't you!"
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Jeans mutated arms were much stronger than Emma’s and she shook her off. In a haze, Jean stands up and stumbles backwards, clutching her head and then her torso. “Emma! It’s gettttting worrrrrrrse!”
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The Ogres surrounding the table were cheering, Jeans physique was vastly mutated. "Jean please! I think you're changing more because you're not UUURP fighting it as much as me." Emma blushed when she belched right in Jeans face.
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“I’m... trying!” She says through her changes. Her body relaxes and she huffs to catch her breath. She looks up at Emma with spotted green skin, a wide bloated nose and fat lips. “huff huff how bad is it?”
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Emma looks at Jean with tears in her eyes. "J-jean... I'm sorry.... you're almost one of them"
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Jean feels like the room is spinning as she watches the green dye her skin from her veins outwards. She looks back at Emma and gasps in horror. Emma’s swollen nose grows out and hooked like an old witch. Her bottom incisors poking past her lips. Jeans eyes go wide as she sees Emma’s perfectly trimmed eyebrows get heavy and unruly- black tufts of hair growing out. “You’re changing more too! The longer we’re here the worse it’s getting!”
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Jean looks her body over. She felt taller but hunched over. Her red hair hung like a dirty mop all around her. She was draped in Emma’s fur lined cape. Her upper body had changed the most with her face looking bloated and fat. Her nose was wide and almost-pig like in appearance. Her freckles were a dark forest green against the pale green her skin had shifted to. Her lips were full and juicy- the same dark green and slick with grease from her meal. She remained relatively thin compared to her partner. Only her shoulders had hulked-out and spread with meat. A long rip formed from the neckline to the curve of her ass in her orange spandex to accommodate her growth. She was also barefoot, Her boots no longer fitting her wide and menacing looking feet. The stench rising off them and getting more pungent as she walked the dusty halls.

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Emma, still her original skin tone, was looking rough and haggard. Her pure blonde hair was crispy and black. Her face was horribly distorted with a hooked nose, fat lips and bushy eye brows. She looked absolutely hideous. It was hard to tell that the once noble White Queen was hidden behind this witches facade. She was also much fatter than her friend. Her heavy breasts hung lower and were supported by a fat bloated belly. A black trail of hair becomes more pronounced starting from her crotch and traveling to her belly button. The same black hair that was now building up in her armpits as well. Her ass was wide and flabby, cellulite started to appear on her already pock marked skin. The former leader of the hellfire club was looking like a hideous crone.

Emma ran her hand over her stomach, feeling the tufts of hair which had sprouted there in horror, she also discovered the newly grown tufts under her armpits, and desperately resisted the urge to sniff them. At least she didn't smell as bad as Jean yet, even if a growing part of her was resenting tha.t She began to speak to the bloated pig of a king, in her new, husky voice. "Why are you doing this to us? Why is Jean's personality changing too?"
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The king croaks in response. “Doing this? You think I have a hand in your beeeelch changes? You’re in the cursed lands of the ogres. This has been our home for thousands of years- the result of an ancient curse” he explained with spittle flying from his lips.
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"Of course you have a hand in it! Who would ever want to be smelly, foul disgusting ogres like you? Aside from Jean of course?" Emma did her best to hide the fact that, to her, it was a huge turn on too
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Jean storms up to her friend and pushes her on the shoulder. “Hey! I can’t help it! This place is messing with my mind...” she says breathing her hot rancid breath in Emma’s face.

Emma yelps back like a frightened mouse, terrified of Jean. "P-P-Please don't hurt me again Jean, your-your breath is lovely, I promise!"
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“That’s it!” She says grabbing Emma by the hair and dragging her out of the great dining hall. There are whoops and cheers from the attending ogres. On her way-out Jean grabs another chunk of meat and eats it in celebration.

Once down the hall Jean let go of Emmas hand. “Emma! I’m so sorry! We have to go, It was… It was a ruse to get us out of that room...”
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Emma recovers herself and returns to her senses. "You're turning into a different woman Gray, but I know you're not that gutsy" she says, poking at Jeans belly
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“Hey! Your tummy is bigger than mine! Never mind- let’s not fight. The longer we’re here the more we’re going to change so we have to do this now! And, by the way another crack about my appearance and I’m going to leave you here...”
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"G-good plan Gray, and by the way, your breath genuinely does smell lovely, even if it is a little foul. Perhaps once we're back to normal we should plan to 'let ourselves go' on a few weekends?"
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Jean gives her a WTF expression and then softens. “Heh, we’ll see Emma... by the way, you’re not looking, um...” before her eyes Emma’s breasts swelled with her nipples extending as thick as thumbs. “... you look really good.” Jean finishes her thought.
Jean licks her chops as she looks Emma up and down. She feels something strange and runs her tongue over her teeth. Incisors. Four pairs. The bottom two pairs growing more pronounced. She runs her hands over her face and feels how bloated it feels. She isn’t the woman she once was.
“Emma... I’m going to help you get out... but I can’t go back...”
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"Wh-what do you mean Jean? We don't even know how we got here in the first place!And..um... thanks for the compliment, even....looking like this" Emma blushed
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“I don’t know! Maybe if we can find the edge of the forest there is something there that can get you back home but... look at me” she says motioning to her strained orange spandex clad body. “I’m a freak. I smell. I’m GREEN. Maybe I just belong here...”
She shifts her hips so that she can let a ripe fart blow out her ass.
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"Jean, Don't tell me you actually like this do you?"
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Jean turns her back on Emma. “NO. I mean... I don’t know anymore. My memories are telling me one thing but my instincts are telling me another ....I’m confused. I-I I can’t go home looking like this ok... I just”. She takes a deep breath “I think I need to stay here...”
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"Jean, if we get back to the real world, we can be changed back. We can take a nice, relaxing, soapy bath and forget all about this squalor"
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Jean smiles. “Yeah? Alright... I have an idea. Follow me!” Jean says as she storms off down the hall. Her increased muscle mass propelling her faster than you through the maze like halls of the Kings fortress.

Jean stops at a wooden door. “Here. If we can get past this last hallway we should come out the way we got in... are you ready to sprint, Frost?” She said, winking.

Emma looked nervously across the hallway, worried. "Th-thank you for sacrificing yourself for me" she said, before pulling Jean into a hug. "It will be a nightmare to run in these heels" she said, ravenously sniffing Jean whilst in the hug.
“I don’t think that will be a problem...” Jean says as she opens the door and pushes Emma in. Immediately behind them the door is covered by guards and slammed shut.
Jean circles Emma like a predator. “Oh, Emma....”

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"I...I thought you'd finally realized I was better than you..." Says Emma, too shocked and disappointed to realize the danger she was in.
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“Emma, no. You could not be more mistaken...” she turns away from Emma and goes to a table of food against the wall. What was this room? It was so much nicer than the others they had seen. “My powers returned to me this morning. The more I changed into ... this. The STRONGER I grew. I was lost without them and willing to sacrifice my appearance to regain them...” she explains chomping into a beefy leg of cured meat. “uuurp and then the king got into my head. Promising me this whole world. You never had control like that Emma”
She takes a mitt full of raw eggs and smashes them into her mouth. “You put it perfectly, Emma. The Green Queen? Yes, I am to be The Green Queen...”.

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"Y-you're powers returned? you've..you've been inside my head this whole time? I guess the curtains finally match the drapes then, don't they?" Emma scowled spitefully at her old enemy.
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“Let’s find out...” Jean says as she rips away the middle portion of her body suit, exposing her flabby green belly. She pulls back the waist of the orange pants and looks at her crotch “WHEEEW Uh, yeah they still do.... our king will be pleased...” she says drinking some milky lookin drink, the remnants pouring from the corner of her lips and down her rounded body.
She wobbles on her feet a little and crosses her emerald eyes. “BEEEEEEELCHH whew! Alright....” she says patting her belly as it bloats and grows. A pot belly swells into a gut into an obese apron of get flesh and fat.
And eruption of ginger hairy grows from inside her orange suit and up her exposed belly.
“I WILL BECOME THE GREEN QUEEN AND YOU WILL BE MY FOOTWOMAN” Jean bellows.
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"No! You may have given up, but I never will, Gray! I can put up more of a fight against this thing that's happening to us than you ever could!"
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Jean smiles and then she feels a shock. She grabs her head and screams as her skull is rearranges appearance. She looks up at Emma as her fat nose grows wide and piggy. Her face is fatter with jowls and they are only pushed aside by her widening maw. Her incisors growing out so that they are on permanent display. In her eyes though, she still maintained the intelligent, steely glare of Jean Grey. “No Emma. No more fighting. No more struggle. This ends herrrrrrrrre”
The front of her orange jumpsuit splits and snaps as her bulk gets heavier and fatter. The only portion left on the top is a ragged orange bra that holds up her melon like breasts. Thick dark green nipples pressing out of the fabric.
“GRRRRRAAAAH! AAAGGH!” she screams as she lets the transformation take over. Her ass BALLOONS out- it’s huge! It sits below her fat creased back like a shelf.
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Emma watches Jean transform with amounting terror, and realizes she has one shot left. She prepares all of her power into a single punch, her last chance... swings a wild haymaker... and watches it bounce harmlessly off Jeans belly.
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Jean is a little worried and then feels the impact bounce and wobble. She grabs Emma’s wrist and lefts her off the floor. Her tongue, long and slimy, falls out of her mouth and lazily lashes at the air. “I’m not just any ogre, Emma. I, like the king, am royalty!”
The fabric on jeans legs pop off and fall to the ground. Only tight orange pantie-like coverings remain over her slimy green sex. She feels a tear forming along. Her ass crack. “Oh! Ohhhh... this gives me an idea....”
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Emma realized just how outgunned she was, and she feels Jeans huge, rough green hands grab her still comparatively human wrist. She becomes desperate to save herself and her humanity "I'm....I'm sure it's a wonderful idea queen!"
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Jean sneers seeing through Emma’s fake loyalty. “Hmmm Emma... that’s a pretty name. You won’t be needing it!” She says as she slams Emma to the floor and, before she can recover, sits on her face.
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Emma attempts to respond with a usual remark, but is gagged by the pillows of flesh enveloping her face. She could barely breathe, and every breath is tainted by the rotten smell of Jeans plump ass.
Jean scrunches up her face and farts directly on Emma’s head. The gas polluting and tainting her victim.

Emmas Arms and legs flailed about uselessly
Jeans morbidly obese body jiggles as she laughs with a deep as haughty tone. She doesn’t even bother to pin Emma’s arms down- she is no match for her.
Emma is forced to inhale deep breathes of the overpowering musty odor, gagging and flailing the whole time.

When her thrashing finally mellows out, Jean heaves herself back up and grabs the disoriented Emma. Her face dyed a brownish green from the gas now.
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The green tone moving down and beginning to dye all of Emma’s skin from the neck down.
"S-sm-smells so bad..." whispered Emma, dazed
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“Are you sure, Frost?” Jean says coining her new and only name.
She grabs her nose and pulls it out, then sticks two plump fingers in there to spread out the nostrils giving Frost a huge honker.
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"Gah, stop it.. I'm Emma Frost... the White queen...."
“Youre Frost...” Jean says menacingly as she pulls out her ears and stretches them with her new magic. “And I command you to EAT!”
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"I'm...I'm Frost" She could feel herself forgetting things.. forgetting memories of the Hellfire club, of the X men... She looked at Jean armpits, then to her crotch, which was dripping a green slime. "What would you want me to eat, my queen?"
Jean smirks and then wiggles out of her stretched out orange underwear- the only remains of her life with the X-Men. Her crotch was aflame in red rough hair then covered her legs to a lesser extent. “Feed on me...” she orders Frost as she waddles and reclines on some cushions. Her butt spilling out behind her.

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The last remnants of Frost's former vanity made a last stand: "No, I WON'T, I'm not licking anything, you disgusting hag!"
Jean exercises her latent powers. Her eyes glow red like never before as she takes control of Emma’s body and forcefully slides it over to her.
The green essence on Emma’s skin covers her breasts and fat belly. As it moves down her arms and legs, once faint hairs become more pronounced and thick. “Do you think you have an option?” Jean says in a deep sticky tone. “Look at what you have become, Frost.”
Emma starts pawing at the greenness on her new form, desperate to wipe it off "N-no! This can't be happening!" she begs
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The green dye in her skin travels up her neck and covers her pale perfect skin. She looks down and watches it wash out her feet. Green head to toe.
Jean snuggles her big ass into the cushions piled on the floor and spreads her legs, tapping gently at her sticky sex
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Emma falls to her knees, budging over to Jeans body. "J-jean, p-p-please, I can't end up like this, what will people think?" She says, running her fingers through her increasingly greasy pale hair
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Jean huffs and blows a strand of fried red hair out of her face. “Frost- I am the Green Queen now. People will think ...” her eyes glow with a power mutated beyond her former abilities “... what I tell them to think”
A telekinetic hand grabs the back of her pale black hair and pushed her face into Jeans exposed armpits. They were coated with thick red hair and hadn’t been washed since their adventure started
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"Oh God Jean...I...I... mean Queen, you smell so disgusting" Said Emma as the sweaty, garlicky odor of Jeans hairy pits invaded her nostrils, making her struggle and gag
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Emma looks up at Jean and notices her massive double chin and wide shoulders. She clears her throat and snorts through her nose, spitting on the ground. “Get to work, hand maiden- your queen demands a bath”
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"Oh no, Queen, I didn't say I didn't like it" Emma says, inhaling more of the stench. It felt so wrong, so disgusting to a former White Queen who'd never spent a day of her life not bathing, but that was what made it feel so right too, this was what she deserved. Emma started to lick the salty taste from the hairs ravenously
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Jean groans and settles in, a broad smile stretching across her face sinisterly. “Oh, Frost- to think we came her as adversaries...” Jean smirks as she watches Emma’s but swell out behind her and fill in.
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"Mmm, Tell me, Am I smelling foul enough for you, my queen?" Purred Emma, lifting up her own arms as she sucked at Jeans hair
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Underneath Emma’s arms there was a new tuft of frizzy black hair. Jean moans as she watches the crease develop down her back as her rival gets fatter. “You are becoming quite the woman, Frost. I can smell it on you...”
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"I am Queen? How am I starting to smell? I have to admit; your BO has been making me horny since we got here"
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Jean snorts at the air with her wide, porcine nose. “Oh? Absolutely putrid dear.” And it was true. Her changing BO was starting to permeate the air around her body.
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"Oh, that's wonderful, can you believe I used to clean myself? a while ago, you always knew the right way. Even back on Earth you always stank, Queen"
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The Green Queen knows when she is being sucked up to, however, if this was to be her new life, she didn’t want Emma to have any power over her.
Jean hauls off and smacks Emma as hard as she can with the back of her hand, sending the black haired ogres backwards and landing on her fat ass
“Never. Never speak of that woman again. Do you hear me, servant?”
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Frost's tougher skin absorbed the blow, but she was still terrified of the Queen. "M-my apologies Ma'm, I thought you'd preciate' knowing ow' perfect you were, even as a filthy' human! Huh, My voice 'as gone funny" Said Frost, stripped of her noble upbringing and upper class accent
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Jean struggles to her feet and, once standing and wobbling, marches over to Emma. She towers over her. “You’re doing an excellent job, Frost. But I still feel filthy.” She says as she turns around and starts to lower her huge green ass over Emma’s face
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"M-my apologies Queen! I'm just your filthy Ogre slut, 'after all!" Frost said enthusiastically, all fight having left her long ago as she licked.
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Jeans ass gurgles and a long fart rips past and wiggles her butt. “Back to work then...” She says as she lowers her green ass onto Emma’s head.
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Frost began to finger herself as she worked over Jeans butt
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Jeans ass and its stench engulf Emma’s head and its mutative properties take over. It can’t be seen, but her once smooth features bubble into zits ad her cheek bones become too pronounce and her chin lengthens. Jean moans as she smashes her ass deeper and watches Emma’s hands move to her own crotch
Her hands paw at the stretched out black fabric until yellow claws finally grow in and rip the ruined cloth away exposing a dirty black bush
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"Oh Gawd you've made me so Ugly Queen" Said Frost, getting off to her own degradation
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Jean gives a deep chuckle listening to the muffled words of her former foe. The Emma hits the spot and she feels her asshole pucker against her face. She takes great delight in watching this disfigured woman’s body swell and bloat as she becomes a full ogress
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Frost's pleasure finally overwhelms he and she begins to squirt a thick, smelly, dark green discharge
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Her back shakes and is racked with electric pleasure as the dark green liquid pools around her waist. Jean nows she has full control of Emma now and stands up revealing her work to the world.
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Frost stands up, hunched over and shorter than Jean, liquid dripping down her leg. She lifts up her arm, and takes a long sniff. "Thanks fo' showing me the right path, Queenie!" Said the former Emma Frost enthusiastically
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“From this day forward you shall be called Frost- you will be my right hand and leader of my own army...” Jean commands as she towers over the other ogress.
“And the first thing we are to do is increase our forces...”
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"Shouldn't be hard with someone as strong 'as you in charge Queenie!"
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“Humans. We need more humans, Frost” Jean says as she raises her stretched out orange uniform as her new bra and panties.
She raises her lumpy green mitt and a red portal appears.
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"Ah, who's first then?" Said Frost greedily

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PLOP! With a thud Jean Grey and Emma Frost were were severed mentally from the other, their psychic battle coming to a close with the unfathomable sensation of their minds snapping like Elastic bands. Their bodies and consciousness stretched and obliterated until they felt the cold rush of air against their skin. Jean lands on her ass in the mud, staining her orange and blue uniform as Emma lands with a thud face first.

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“Ugh... where are we...” Jean says gathering her wits about her and looking around.
“UUCH! Oh god! What have you done?!” Emma Frost screams wiping the mud away from her face.
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Another bloody mess you've landed us in Gray, You better hope to God this outfit isn't permanently stained or so help me God I will ruin you"
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“Shut up, Emma...” Jean says as she stands up, tries her best to wipe the mud away and reaches out with her mind. Something that used to be as natural as breathing “Hmmm.... nothing. I’m not getting anything... I don’t have my powers!” Jean starts to panic.
Emma pressed her hand to her forehead, smiling smugly, eager to feel the cacophony of noise that comes with reading a mind, but instead, for the first time in her life she heard....nothing? complete silence. "What have....what have you done to me Gray?"
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“Me? I didn’t do anything. Think for a moment, Frost, why would I drag us both to wherever the hell this is-“suddenly she is interrupted by a rustling in the foliage surrounding them. Four heavy figures lumber out from their hiding places and approach the women from the shadows.
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"Halt intruder! You're approaching two of the most dangerous mutants on Earth! take a step closer and we'll fry your pathetic brains!"
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“Uh, Emma, I hope you’re a better fighter than you are at bluffing...” Jean says as she goes back to back with her nemesis. The figures lumber closer and their bloated heavy features are exposed. Massive beings with thick green skin and a stench that could choke a fly. Each one points a crude stone blade at the mutants.
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Emma covered her nose, gagging on the stench. "Don't you animals understand English?, do you have no idea the danger you’re in, how easily Mutants like us could CRUSH you?"
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The lead creature approaches her and shoves his axe to her throat. In a grave voice he speaks “what are human intruders doing on our lands!?”
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Emma nudged Jean "Hmpph, I believe she's talking to you Jean, you’re the only one here smellier and dumber than he is!" Emma unwisely chuckled, unused to having no power in a situation
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Jean rushes around and lowers the blade from her enemy’s neck. “No. Please. We’re lost- we’re not from here. We’re not even sure where here is-“Jean tries to reason. The leader interrupts. “Humans are not permitted on Ogre’s lands...” he says with a belch of noxious fumes. “But we are also an understanding people. We are not the brainless animals you have made us out to be...” He reasons, with a solemn honesty
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"Believe me, we have no desire to be on your land either" Emma said with a sneer
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“Take them!” He orders as the other ogres descend and roughly grab their shoulders and march them down the muddy trail.
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"Do you have any idea who I am, you brute?" Emma said with her usual haughty tone, combined with a hint of worry, as she was dragged away
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“Stop it, Frost. I don’t think we’re in danger yet...” Jean says trying to calm Emma down. She did have a point though, these guys smelled pretty rank.
The two women were marched for miles into the forest until night barely falls. Once they approach the village, they were met with the wonderous site of an entire population of ogres living in trees, trunks, dirt mounts and tree houses. An entire society of the hideous and odorous beings.
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"My, what a wonderful stench we've discovered. May I ask why it's a custom in your society not to bathe?" Emma said to one of the female guards at her side
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The female guard stares her down and then rips a noxious fart in response.
“You two will stay here in the King’s home. You are prisoners but will be treated fairly...” the lead guard says as he guides them into the “opulent” quarters of the Ogre King. They are escorted to a room with dual straw beds, a small table and wardrobe and a fully length mirror.
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Emma waved away the horrid stench of the fart, the moment the mirror was discovered, she immediately ran to it and started preening and wiping the mud from her face. Aside from a few stray hairs, and mild amount of mud on her black outfit, she was looking good as ever. "You may want to spruce up a tad Jean, these.... things have never seen anyone as attractive as me, I wouldn't want you to be a slave whilst I'm a queen, would I?"
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Jean sits on the edge of the bed and removes her boots. She starts to massage her feet. “I don’t see how you can walk in those heels. Sheesh my feet are killing me!” She complains.
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"Some people are just built for high society dear, this isn't my first time walking through mud in Gucci, let me put it that way. Why are you feet hurting, anyway? Surely you boots already fit you? I will admit they are regretably stylish"
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Jean pulls away and tries to tug her boots back on. “I’m just not much of a hiker. I guess you get around more than I do. Tell me can you run in those heels too?” Jean chides Emma. Before she can response in kind, Emma’s stomach rumbles violently. Like nothing either of them have heard before.
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"Ooh" Emma chuckles as she holds her stomach "I must have forgotten to eat this morning. I suppose both eating and running are the trivial things that separate me, the worlds finest telepath from the common rabble like you"
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Jeans anger boils over like it never has before. She gets up from her seat and marches over to Emma. “You know, Frost, I wonder how well you can take a punch outside of the astral plane-“ before Jean could swing there is a knock at the door. The female guard opens it and declares “The King will see you both now for dinner...” and then she exits

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"You'll break your fist on my perfectly chiselled jaw, Jean" replied Emma Frost, with all the scorn in the world. "Thank God for some food, I'm starving"
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As the two women march down the hall, Emma’s back starting to twinge in pain (not that she would ever let Jean Grey see).

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When they arrived at the great hall there were several ogres seated and devouring the massive spread. At the head of the table are two empty seats side by side. There is also a creature that could only be described as a giant and an ogre. The king was 8 feet tall and Jabba the Hutt like in perorations. He wore a dirt brown fur coat and an open leather tunic.
The food was plentiful and putrid. All manner of game, fruit, vegetables and items foraged. Each in different stages from old to decaying.
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Emma resisted the urge to vomit at the array of putrid, sometimes insect ridden food. "Um, excuse me, me and Jean are human, and thus require uh, edible food"
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“You will eat with the rest of the clan!” The guard says as she forcefully pushes Emma into a seat. “Just go with it...” Jean says quietly to Emma.With a resigned sigh, Jean grabs a plate and tries to find the fresher portions of produce and a healthy slab of some kind of meat.
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"Uggh" Emma began to pick at some overripe fruit with her black glove. "H-how does it taste Jean?"
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Jean chokes down a big bite. Her face twisted until she managed to choke down the bite. “It’s so.... hmm. Actually, it’s not bad”
The Ogre King looks down at the two humans and laughs, spitting up food and saying something inaudible through his full mouth.
Jean takes another big bite. This one going down easier.
The food sits heavy in her stomach but after the day she has had, it was a welcoming warm feeling.
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Similarly, Emma inhaled a grape, and found it to taste.... fine? Maybe even a little juicy? She slowly progressed through the vine, even sampling some of the... Less choice grapes, but found that, strangely, the taste seemed to improve each time? Her gloves became stained as she sampled more and more. "I hate to say it Jean, but it seems you were right about something for once!"
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“I think this food just looks bad but gulp its really ok to eat!” Jean says with a smile and a full mouth. A bit of sauce staining the side of her cheek.
Despite how many grapes Emma ate, her stomach continued to growl violently.
Although the two mutants don’t realize it, all eyes are on them as the ogres eat.
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"Forgetting your manners a bit Jean?" said Emma as she dabbed away the sauce on her cheek, before licking her glove. "Oh goddamn, this stuff is delicious, she said, pulling up a bowl of gamey looking stew and shooing away a few flies.
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Jean realizes what a pig she is making of herself in that moment and looks around the room curiously. She does the math in her head... three plates. What was supposed to be a polite gesture to her captives turned into an all she could eat display. She turns to Emma and her eyes go wide when she notices the White Queens food baby. “Emma! We have to stop-“ she was suddenly interrupted by the king, standing up with all his false opulence

With a bellowing speech he welcomes the two strange humans to his clan and offers anything they might need to remain comfortable. With that the dinner ends.
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"Um, yes, exuse me, your highness but as we are two woman of manners and dignity, we require some provisions, such as bathing tools, cutlery, clothes and such, may these be arranged?"
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As Emma finishes her demands her stomach turns over with a loud noise and she can’t help herself. Against her will and before she can realize it, she blasts a ripper of a fart in her wooden seat. Jean leans away from her with her eyes going wide.
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"Oh-oh gosh.... I.... I apologize, your highness for the...uh... vulgar display" Emma says with the scent of her fart coming to her nose as she blushed bright red. "But both I, and Jean" she says nudging Jean to nod "really do require our basics"
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Jean shakes her head violently trying not to get roped in with her companion. The quiet silence is broken when another ogre farts. Then another. Then another belches. The king lets loose a mighty burp and there is suddenly a cacophony of gas and cheering as the ogres all let loose. Jean tries not to laugh, stifling a loud burp of her own as she watches Emma’s horror.
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"You...you animals" Emma says, covering her mouth "Freakin' do something Jean! They're not listening to me!"
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Jean looks around and with a puckish smile leans over to Emma and released a loud, uncouth burp directly into Emmas face “Hey, get over yourself White Queen” Jean says laughing at herself. Sure, she’d lost her powers, but how much would it hurt to have a LITTLE fun for once?
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Emma had removed her hand from her mouth to speak to Jean, as she was assaulted by a wave of pungent hot air. Her face turned to fury as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Jean, I need to speak to you alone"
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Jean is giggling and let’s herself be dragged from the table by Emma. They march together back into their room. Jean still stifling a giggle from what she just did to Emma.
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"Jean, what's gotten into you? why did you say we needed to stop earlier? We need to start formulating an escape plan from these monsters"
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“Hmmm? Oh yeah. I just... hang on” she sits on the edge of the bed. “...are your feet hurting? Mine are killing me...” she says as she tugs off her boot. She was immediately assaulted by the stench of her foot, stinking up the room The nails had become long, yellow and unhealthy. Her feet were surprisingly wide, with fat toes. The smell was like the Ogres her and Emma thought that they left behind, sweaty and vinegary.
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"hmm, they have been a little irritated... My GOD what happened to yours? They... they stink Jean! Don't you ever wash them?"
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“This is.., this isn’t me!” Jean says a little panicked. Her feet were large and gross but they were… they were still certainly human. She rips off her other boot to find the same thing.

"God Jean, when I said you were smellier than they are I wasn't being serious" said Emma, using the distraction to sneak out another fart. She'd been feeling awful gassy lately

Jean shoots her a look. “I heard that. Besides, looks like you ate out at dinner a little too much yourself. What was that you were saying about your eating habits ...” Jean motions to Emma’s new pot belly.
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Emma blushes and looks at her pot belly. "That wasn't... this isn't possible! Jean... you’re... your turning into one of them!"
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“What? No..., no that doesn’t make sense.” She says standing up in protest. “I,,, it’s been a long day and the hike damaged my feet....” she says while trying to hold back a burp as her stomach growls.
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"Jean...please... smell your feet, they're foul. Even I don't think even you'd choose to be that disgusting, I don't care how 'damaged' they are"
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Jean looks down at her feet. She knows in her heart that they are not her own. Damage and hiking aside, they were never this wide and huge looking. Her attention snaps back to Emma where, on her black corset, the laces start to snap as well.

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The garment bursts free and hangs off Emma’s frame- still mercifully granting her some modesty. Jean is shocked, but is a believer now. “Geez. Ok... I don’t know... maybe we stay the night here and in the morning we make a break for it. We can’t run out into the woods with god knows what...” she is interrupted by her own deep belch and then a squealing fart.

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Emma looked at her swollen body with increasing panic. "Oh Lord, I can't become a fat pig like you Jean!"
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Jean pouts and puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? Fat pig? My feet may be all messed up but uurp I’m not fat...”
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"Oh please, you couldn't fit into a single one of my outfits if you tried, now stop burping in my face, it's very rude"
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Jean realizes she didn’t even attempt to cover her mouth. “Yeah, I’m the rude one... You know what Frost, you keep talking to me like that and I’m going to clobber you” Jean says, quickly resorting to violence.
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"Oh please, Jean, as if, you're becoming just like them, brutish and masculine, resorting to violence at the first opportunity, I'm sure you'll love becoming a fat, swollen, aggressive ogre like them"
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Jean grits her teeth and seethes with rage. Emma’s eyes go wide in realization that she might have just pissed off the wrong person. Jeans back spreads as sinewy muscles bloat and swell. The orange spandex material stretches to its limits to accommodate her hulking upper body.
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Emma begins to back off, clutching her head "My apologies, Gray, It's been a difficult time for me, I've never been without my powers, I've never been without a place to call home, I'm just... scared" said Emma disingenuously
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Through gritted teeth, Jean stomps over to Frost and WHAM sends a haymaker across Emma’s head. The tubby blonde falls to the floor in a heap. Immediately after contact Jean comes to her senses.
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"Ughh" Said Emma as she fell to the floor. "Oh God Jean, I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me I....I can't help myself owwwww" She said, crying on the floor "I'm so faaaaaaaat" she whined, sobbing into her hair
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“Emma! I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ Jean catches her reflection in the mirror. She looked slightly hunched with the spread back and bulky shoulders. Her red hair was a mess and slightly covering her face. She picked her ally up and inspected her face. Even though Jean clocked her on the cheek, Emma’s nose was looking swollen. “Emma you’re right- we're becoming like them...”
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"We need to come up with a plan. ughh Jean, please don't put your armpit near my face, you're really starting to stink" Emma said covering her swollen nose again
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“I know I know, ok? You don’t have to keep pointing it out...” Jean says starting to pace the wooden floors.
For the first time she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and studies her reflection. Her shoulders were broad and meaty as if that was her mutant power. Her large feet stuck out under here as she wiggles her toes. Beyond that and the smell she was still the same woman she always was. She turned back to Emma and gasped a bit.
The White Queen was pudgy and doughy all over. Like she had completely given up on dieting and her appearance. Her black corset was barely hanging on and her black trunks looking like they were digging in painfully. When she moved her hand away from her nose it looked broad and swollen on her face. “Yeah, we can’t stay here. Forget spending the night. We have to get out of here now.”
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Emma looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at how doughy she was becoming. "Oh God I've become such a fat pig!" She squealed. Tentatively she lifted up her arm and sniffed herself. "I...I don't think I've started to smell yet though, You'd tell me if I was, wouldn't you Jean?" Emma said, moving her armpit closer to Jeans face.
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Without a second thought Jean leans in and takes a huge whiff of Emma’s armpit. “Hmmm. It does kinda smell” she says as if this was a completely normal thing to do.
Jean leans back and her stomach growls with hunger- despite the fact she just ate. A small burp escaping her lips
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Emma sniffed herself again, she did smell a little sweaty, although nowhere near as bad as Jean, who reeked. for Emma Frost though, it was probably the worst she'd smelt in her life. "We... we need to come up with an escape plan Jean"
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Jeans stomach growls again. She squeezed her fists trying to think. “Alright- ok, if we wait till the castle is quiet it might be too late for us. But if we leave our room look for, I don’t know, a bathroom or something to eat, then we might be able to move freely”
As Jean explained her plan, Emma’s skin started to look rough- literally. It was as if she spent a life in the tanning bed as her smooth complexion cracked and became riddled with pock marks.
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"Gah my....skin...it's....it's shifting!" Said Emma as her skin began to become bumpy and tough, like a hide. Emma started breathing heavily, but slowly, began to focus herself.
"I-I Hate to say this given our current predicament, but we may have to wait until morning, If we're caught in nightime it will seem much more suspicious, and security will be heightened, if we wait til' morning we could just...slip away?"

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“Yeah. Alright. Hopefully things don’t get too much out of control...” Jean says looking at her massive feet. “Or any worse than they already are...”
She shuffles off to her bed and takes off her blue Armor.
The straw mattress bends under, proving that even Jean might have added a pound or two. With her back to Emma she lets loose a long loud flabby fart.
fffffffrrrrrrttttbblbblbbl!
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"Oh God, I'm worried what we'll wake up as in the morning. I... I hope I don't lose you Jean." Emma said, scratching her wrist. She hesitantly got into her bed, which was covered in a smelly sheeps hide. Emma didn't remove any of her clothing, however, as she was terrified of the potential consequences, and slept in her dirty gucci shoes and mud stained black outfit
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“You too, Emma...” Jean says softly. The sound of phlegm in the back of her throat.

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It was a rough night for Jean as she dreamt. She was herself again, sitting alone in a log cabin. She tries to get up from the comfy chair but the more she resists the more she is pulled further as further into it. She feels heavy- like gravity is working against her. She tries to escape but her body is not her own. She sinks into blackness. There is a warm feeling. A feeling of family. A feeling of being home...
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Emma slept fitfully and unhappily. Initially she was awake for long periods of time, terrified and monitoring her body for further changes, especially when the king came in and made his presence known. Eventually, however, she fell into slumber, she dreamed she and Jean were a couple, living together in the same house, playing nerdy videogames. Both never cleaned or showered, although occasionally Emma would force Jean to clean her hairy armpits with her tongue. She pretended to hate living in squalor, but oftentimes whilst waiting for games to load she would bury her own face in her hairy armpits and masturbate, cumming harder than she ever did as the noble queen of the Hellfire club
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Morning sunlight flickers into the room. Jean squints as the light dances across her eyes. “Hmmm. Hrrrm?” She sits up and quickly throws back the blanket to inspect her body. Nothing noticeable. She closes her eyes and knows her powers are still gone. Mentally she tries to check on her body but her grumbling stomach interrupts her thoughts.
“Hmm. Emma.” Jean rolls over, her long red hair a messy nest.
“EMMA.” She says trying to rouse her partner from her slumber.
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"Mmmm, what is it" Emma says groggilly, Jean lifts the cover, revealing to her horror what Emma had been doing in her sleep. One hand was in her panties, furiously pleasuring herself, as the other was above her head. Emma had been greedily sniffing her pit in her sleep.
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Jeans eyes go wide. “Emma! Jesus. I was sleeping right over there” she says shoving the White Queen and stomping over to the full-length mirror to inspect herself. She would be lying to herself if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind as well. Her sex aching to be touched and massaged.
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Emma finally woke up and realized what she'd been doing, she sprawls to use the covers to protect her dignity, though she had none "JEAN?!?!? JESUS, I'M..I'M SO SORRY. I...I... DIDN'T REALIZE, I'M SO SORRY!"
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Jean ignores her. She stands in front of the mirror scratching her toneless ass. Another long deep fart vibrating outwards. Her red hair hangs over her face and shoulders like a mop. “Hmm? It’s fine, Emma. It’s been a weird night...” she says waving her hand back and forth past her ass
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Emma got out of bed, looking significantly more dishevelled than yesterday, her hair a tangled mess covering her face. "Jean... stop, it's so gross" she pleaded. "Any..Any changes for you?"
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Jean turns around and faces Emma, she didn’t bother to put her hair up and her eyes looked heavy. “Hmmm. Nope. About the same. I guess... you?” She did think that Emma’s hair was much lighter today. Almost black.
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Nothing much had changed for Emma either, her skin felt tough, crusty and flaky though. "nothing much physical for me either, How about, um, odor, want me to give you a sniff test Jean?"
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Jean quickly stomped over and lifted her arm up for Emma and shoved her pit right in her face like this it was a totally normal thing to do.
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Emmas nose crinkles as the foul scent of Jean body odor, but she kept her face there "Oh God you smell so very foul Gray, you freakin’ STINK" Emma started to hold Jeans arm and greedily inhale the scent.
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Jean let’s her. A crooked smile breaking across the ginger’s face. “‘My ass is WAY worse. I was farting all night-“ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

There is a heavy pounding on the door and the deep grave voice of their guard. “Breakfast in the main hall!” It shouts.
Jean perks up. Food. It had been all encompassing in her mind since she last ate.
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Emma scratches and sniffs her own armpit, but seems almost disappointed "God, I wish mine smelt that bad"
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Jean shrugs her heavy shoulders as she heads for the door. “They probably will soon enough. You coming?”
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"Of course, gosh, I've been so hungry recently"
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As they walk down the hall, other ogres join them. They whisper and point at the two women as they past. “Emma” Jean says leaning in to talk to her friend. “You... you’re acting kinda strange.” She says remarking on the way she smelled her pits.
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"Pah, says the woman who was smelling her farts all of yesterday. I'm pampered all the time, I can appreciate someone else being a bit ripe this one time. Besides, I noticed you're still not wearing shoes Jean, at least I kept my heels on"
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Jean sneers back at Emma as they enter the dining hall. Just like the night before all the ogres took their seats and immediately began grabbing at food and tearing into it. “I was just making an observation, Emma...” Jean says taking her seat. “At leads my gas smells uurp good...” she finishes as she practically lunges over the table for a bowl of whatever she can get her hands on.
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Emma also began piling her plate with foul smelling, gamey meat. "Of course you believe whatever comes out of your ass smells good, you're just so used to expelling hot air"
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Jean, without hesitation leans over and rips the fur cloak off Emma’s back. What she didn’t know, however, was that the cape was attached to her strained corset. Both garments come off in one swift movement. At first Jean is horrified at what she did- exposing her one friend like that. Then her brain tells her, no- the bitch deserved it.
Jean puts her elbow on the table, burps, and takes a huge bite out of a rancid turkey leg.
The hall erupts in laughter and cheering. Even the king is chortling.
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"Jean how could you DO that" said Emma, attempting to cover her flabby breasts, she begins to cry into the table, but after a few moments she brings her bowl closer to her and starts to eat between sobs
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The king cheers and orders his servants to bring the cape and drape it on Jeans shoulders. Jean ignores the gesture and leans into Emma. “Emma! I’m so SORRY! I - I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry I just...” she stops and looks at her hands. Her fingers were long with bulking joints. She curls her fingers into her palm as she watches the nails yellow and become thick and pointed.

As Emma eats, she can feel something off in her mouth. It isn’t until she finishes her large bite that she realizes her teeth are crammed into her mouth, crooked and yellow with a second set of incisors on top and bottom crowding everything.
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Emma puts her hands to her newly rancid and warped teeth "Jean, what's happening to us? we need to fight it, find some way to get out of this state, I can't be stuck like this! I'm the White Queen, not the green!" Emma said between sobs
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Jean was getting frantic. She looked around the room. The hulking green figures are laughing, fighting, belching and of course eating. Eating. The food on the table looked so delicious. The hunks of meat and root vegetables were making Jean drool. Wait, no, she had to get out.

Jean gripped the edge of the table, digging her nails into the wood. She has to save herself. She has to save the White Queen. “No. No....”
Emma’s words play over in her head. “...I’m not the green queen!”
Jean grits her teeth. “Emma.... hrrrrrrrrm But I am”

"J-Jean, what are you saying? We have to fight it!" Emma says through mangled teeth
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Jean huffs and reaches out grabbing an entire carcass of something and tears into like an animal. She takes a few massive bites and then looks back at Emma. A green pallor bleeding through to her skin from the inside.
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Emma attempted to grab jeans arms, desperate to keep her from devouring the carcass and do something "Jean stop! Please! This isn't you!"
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Jeans mutated arms were much stronger than Emma’s and she shook her off. In a haze, Jean stands up and stumbles backwards, clutching her head and then her torso. “Emma! It’s gettttting worrrrrrrse!”
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The Ogres surrounding the table were cheering, Jeans physique was vastly mutated. "Jean please! I think you're changing more because you're not UUURP fighting it as much as me." Emma blushed when she belched right in Jeans face.
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“I’m... trying!” She says through her changes. Her body relaxes and she huffs to catch her breath. She looks up at Emma with spotted green skin, a wide bloated nose and fat lips. “huff huff how bad is it?”
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Emma looks at Jean with tears in her eyes. "J-jean... I'm sorry.... you're almost one of them"
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Jean feels like the room is spinning as she watches the green dye her skin from her veins outwards. She looks back at Emma and gasps in horror. Emma’s swollen nose grows out and hooked like an old witch. Her bottom incisors poking past her lips. Jeans eyes go wide as she sees Emma’s perfectly trimmed eyebrows get heavy and unruly- black tufts of hair growing out. “You’re changing more too! The longer we’re here the worse it’s getting!”
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Jean looks her body over. She felt taller but hunched over. Her red hair hung like a dirty mop all around her. She was draped in Emma’s fur lined cape. Her upper body had changed the most with her face looking bloated and fat. Her nose was wide and almost-pig like in appearance. Her freckles were a dark forest green against the pale green her skin had shifted to. Her lips were full and juicy- the same dark green and slick with grease from her meal. She remained relatively thin compared to her partner. Only her shoulders had hulked-out and spread with meat. A long rip formed from the neckline to the curve of her ass in her orange spandex to accommodate her growth. She was also barefoot, Her boots no longer fitting her wide and menacing looking feet. The stench rising off them and getting more pungent as she walked the dusty halls.

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Emma, still her original skin tone, was looking rough and haggard. Her pure blonde hair was crispy and black. Her face was horribly distorted with a hooked nose, fat lips and bushy eye brows. She looked absolutely hideous. It was hard to tell that the once noble White Queen was hidden behind this witches facade. She was also much fatter than her friend. Her heavy breasts hung lower and were supported by a fat bloated belly. A black trail of hair becomes more pronounced starting from her crotch and traveling to her belly button. The same black hair that was now building up in her armpits as well. Her ass was wide and flabby, cellulite started to appear on her already pock marked skin. The former leader of the hellfire club was looking like a hideous crone.

Emma ran her hand over her stomach, feeling the tufts of hair which had sprouted there in horror, she also discovered the newly grown tufts under her armpits, and desperately resisted the urge to sniff them. At least she didn't smell as bad as Jean yet, even if a growing part of her was resenting tha.t She began to speak to the bloated pig of a king, in her new, husky voice. "Why are you doing this to us? Why is Jean's personality changing too?"
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The king croaks in response. “Doing this? You think I have a hand in your beeeelch changes? You’re in the cursed lands of the ogres. This has been our home for thousands of years- the result of an ancient curse” he explained with spittle flying from his lips.
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"Of course you have a hand in it! Who would ever want to be smelly, foul disgusting ogres like you? Aside from Jean of course?" Emma did her best to hide the fact that, to her, it was a huge turn on too
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Jean storms up to her friend and pushes her on the shoulder. “Hey! I can’t help it! This place is messing with my mind...” she says breathing her hot rancid breath in Emma’s face.

Emma yelps back like a frightened mouse, terrified of Jean. "P-P-Please don't hurt me again Jean, your-your breath is lovely, I promise!"
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“That’s it!” She says grabbing Emma by the hair and dragging her out of the great dining hall. There are whoops and cheers from the attending ogres. On her way-out Jean grabs another chunk of meat and eats it in celebration.

Once down the hall Jean let go of Emmas hand. “Emma! I’m so sorry! We have to go, It was… It was a ruse to get us out of that room...”
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Emma recovers herself and returns to her senses. "You're turning into a different woman Gray, but I know you're not that gutsy" she says, poking at Jeans belly
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“Hey! Your tummy is bigger than mine! Never mind- let’s not fight. The longer we’re here the more we’re going to change so we have to do this now! And, by the way another crack about my appearance and I’m going to leave you here...”
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"G-good plan Gray, and by the way, your breath genuinely does smell lovely, even if it is a little foul. Perhaps once we're back to normal we should plan to 'let ourselves go' on a few weekends?"
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Jean gives her a WTF expression and then softens. “Heh, we’ll see Emma... by the way, you’re not looking, um...” before her eyes Emma’s breasts swelled with her nipples extending as thick as thumbs. “... you look really good.” Jean finishes her thought.
Jean licks her chops as she looks Emma up and down. She feels something strange and runs her tongue over her teeth. Incisors. Four pairs. The bottom two pairs growing more pronounced. She runs her hands over her face and feels how bloated it feels. She isn’t the woman she once was.
“Emma... I’m going to help you get out... but I can’t go back...”
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"Wh-what do you mean Jean? We don't even know how we got here in the first place!And..um... thanks for the compliment, even....looking like this" Emma blushed
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“I don’t know! Maybe if we can find the edge of the forest there is something there that can get you back home but... look at me” she says motioning to her strained orange spandex clad body. “I’m a freak. I smell. I’m GREEN. Maybe I just belong here...”
She shifts her hips so that she can let a ripe fart blow out her ass.
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"Jean, Don't tell me you actually like this do you?"
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Jean turns her back on Emma. “NO. I mean... I don’t know anymore. My memories are telling me one thing but my instincts are telling me another ....I’m confused. I-I I can’t go home looking like this ok... I just”. She takes a deep breath “I think I need to stay here...”
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"Jean, if we get back to the real world, we can be changed back. We can take a nice, relaxing, soapy bath and forget all about this squalor"
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Jean smiles. “Yeah? Alright... I have an idea. Follow me!” Jean says as she storms off down the hall. Her increased muscle mass propelling her faster than you through the maze like halls of the Kings fortress.

Jean stops at a wooden door. “Here. If we can get past this last hallway we should come out the way we got in... are you ready to sprint, Frost?” She said, winking.

Emma looked nervously across the hallway, worried. "Th-thank you for sacrificing yourself for me" she said, before pulling Jean into a hug. "It will be a nightmare to run in these heels" she said, ravenously sniffing Jean whilst in the hug.
“I don’t think that will be a problem...” Jean says as she opens the door and pushes Emma in. Immediately behind them the door is covered by guards and slammed shut.
Jean circles Emma like a predator. “Oh, Emma....”

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"I...I thought you'd finally realized I was better than you..." Says Emma, too shocked and disappointed to realize the danger she was in.
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“Emma, no. You could not be more mistaken...” she turns away from Emma and goes to a table of food against the wall. What was this room? It was so much nicer than the others they had seen. “My powers returned to me this morning. The more I changed into ... this. The STRONGER I grew. I was lost without them and willing to sacrifice my appearance to regain them...” she explains chomping into a beefy leg of cured meat. “uuurp and then the king got into my head. Promising me this whole world. You never had control like that Emma”
She takes a mitt full of raw eggs and smashes them into her mouth. “You put it perfectly, Emma. The Green Queen? Yes, I am to be The Green Queen...”.

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"Y-you're powers returned? you've..you've been inside my head this whole time? I guess the curtains finally match the drapes then, don't they?" Emma scowled spitefully at her old enemy.
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“Let’s find out...” Jean says as she rips away the middle portion of her body suit, exposing her flabby green belly. She pulls back the waist of the orange pants and looks at her crotch “WHEEEW Uh, yeah they still do.... our king will be pleased...” she says drinking some milky lookin drink, the remnants pouring from the corner of her lips and down her rounded body.
She wobbles on her feet a little and crosses her emerald eyes. “BEEEEEEELCHH whew! Alright....” she says patting her belly as it bloats and grows. A pot belly swells into a gut into an obese apron of get flesh and fat.
And eruption of ginger hairy grows from inside her orange suit and up her exposed belly.
“I WILL BECOME THE GREEN QUEEN AND YOU WILL BE MY FOOTWOMAN” Jean bellows.
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"No! You may have given up, but I never will, Gray! I can put up more of a fight against this thing that's happening to us than you ever could!"
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Jean smiles and then she feels a shock. She grabs her head and screams as her skull is rearranges appearance. She looks up at Emma as her fat nose grows wide and piggy. Her face is fatter with jowls and they are only pushed aside by her widening maw. Her incisors growing out so that they are on permanent display. In her eyes though, she still maintained the intelligent, steely glare of Jean Grey. “No Emma. No more fighting. No more struggle. This ends herrrrrrrrre”
The front of her orange jumpsuit splits and snaps as her bulk gets heavier and fatter. The only portion left on the top is a ragged orange bra that holds up her melon like breasts. Thick dark green nipples pressing out of the fabric.
“GRRRRRAAAAH! AAAGGH!” she screams as she lets the transformation take over. Her ass BALLOONS out- it’s huge! It sits below her fat creased back like a shelf.
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Emma watches Jean transform with amounting terror, and realizes she has one shot left. She prepares all of her power into a single punch, her last chance... swings a wild haymaker... and watches it bounce harmlessly off Jeans belly.
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Jean is a little worried and then feels the impact bounce and wobble. She grabs Emma’s wrist and lefts her off the floor. Her tongue, long and slimy, falls out of her mouth and lazily lashes at the air. “I’m not just any ogre, Emma. I, like the king, am royalty!”
The fabric on jeans legs pop off and fall to the ground. Only tight orange pantie-like coverings remain over her slimy green sex. She feels a tear forming along. Her ass crack. “Oh! Ohhhh... this gives me an idea....”
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Emma realized just how outgunned she was, and she feels Jeans huge, rough green hands grab her still comparatively human wrist. She becomes desperate to save herself and her humanity "I'm....I'm sure it's a wonderful idea queen!"
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Jean sneers seeing through Emma’s fake loyalty. “Hmmm Emma... that’s a pretty name. You won’t be needing it!” She says as she slams Emma to the floor and, before she can recover, sits on her face.
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Emma attempts to respond with a usual remark, but is gagged by the pillows of flesh enveloping her face. She could barely breathe, and every breath is tainted by the rotten smell of Jeans plump ass.
Jean scrunches up her face and farts directly on Emma’s head. The gas polluting and tainting her victim.

Emmas Arms and legs flailed about uselessly
Jeans morbidly obese body jiggles as she laughs with a deep as haughty tone. She doesn’t even bother to pin Emma’s arms down- she is no match for her.
Emma is forced to inhale deep breathes of the overpowering musty odor, gagging and flailing the whole time.

When her thrashing finally mellows out, Jean heaves herself back up and grabs the disoriented Emma. Her face dyed a brownish green from the gas now.
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The green tone moving down and beginning to dye all of Emma’s skin from the neck down.
"S-sm-smells so bad..." whispered Emma, dazed
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“Are you sure, Frost?” Jean says coining her new and only name.
She grabs her nose and pulls it out, then sticks two plump fingers in there to spread out the nostrils giving Frost a huge honker.
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"Gah, stop it.. I'm Emma Frost... the White queen...."
“Youre Frost...” Jean says menacingly as she pulls out her ears and stretches them with her new magic. “And I command you to EAT!”
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"I'm...I'm Frost" She could feel herself forgetting things.. forgetting memories of the Hellfire club, of the X men... She looked at Jean armpits, then to her crotch, which was dripping a green slime. "What would you want me to eat, my queen?"
Jean smirks and then wiggles out of her stretched out orange underwear- the only remains of her life with the X-Men. Her crotch was aflame in red rough hair then covered her legs to a lesser extent. “Feed on me...” she orders Frost as she waddles and reclines on some cushions. Her butt spilling out behind her.

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The last remnants of Frost's former vanity made a last stand: "No, I WON'T, I'm not licking anything, you disgusting hag!"
Jean exercises her latent powers. Her eyes glow red like never before as she takes control of Emma’s body and forcefully slides it over to her.
The green essence on Emma’s skin covers her breasts and fat belly. As it moves down her arms and legs, once faint hairs become more pronounced and thick. “Do you think you have an option?” Jean says in a deep sticky tone. “Look at what you have become, Frost.”
Emma starts pawing at the greenness on her new form, desperate to wipe it off "N-no! This can't be happening!" she begs
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The green dye in her skin travels up her neck and covers her pale perfect skin. She looks down and watches it wash out her feet. Green head to toe.
Jean snuggles her big ass into the cushions piled on the floor and spreads her legs, tapping gently at her sticky sex
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Emma falls to her knees, budging over to Jeans body. "J-jean, p-p-please, I can't end up like this, what will people think?" She says, running her fingers through her increasingly greasy pale hair
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Jean huffs and blows a strand of fried red hair out of her face. “Frost- I am the Green Queen now. People will think ...” her eyes glow with a power mutated beyond her former abilities “... what I tell them to think”
A telekinetic hand grabs the back of her pale black hair and pushed her face into Jeans exposed armpits. They were coated with thick red hair and hadn’t been washed since their adventure started
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"Oh God Jean...I...I... mean Queen, you smell so disgusting" Said Emma as the sweaty, garlicky odor of Jeans hairy pits invaded her nostrils, making her struggle and gag
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Emma looks up at Jean and notices her massive double chin and wide shoulders. She clears her throat and snorts through her nose, spitting on the ground. “Get to work, hand maiden- your queen demands a bath”
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"Oh no, Queen, I didn't say I didn't like it" Emma says, inhaling more of the stench. It felt so wrong, so disgusting to a former White Queen who'd never spent a day of her life not bathing, but that was what made it feel so right too, this was what she deserved. Emma started to lick the salty taste from the hairs ravenously
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Jean groans and settles in, a broad smile stretching across her face sinisterly. “Oh, Frost- to think we came her as adversaries...” Jean smirks as she watches Emma’s but swell out behind her and fill in.
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"Mmm, Tell me, Am I smelling foul enough for you, my queen?" Purred Emma, lifting up her own arms as she sucked at Jeans hair
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Underneath Emma’s arms there was a new tuft of frizzy black hair. Jean moans as she watches the crease develop down her back as her rival gets fatter. “You are becoming quite the woman, Frost. I can smell it on you...”
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"I am Queen? How am I starting to smell? I have to admit; your BO has been making me horny since we got here"
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Jean snorts at the air with her wide, porcine nose. “Oh? Absolutely putrid dear.” And it was true. Her changing BO was starting to permeate the air around her body.
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"Oh, that's wonderful, can you believe I used to clean myself? a while ago, you always knew the right way. Even back on Earth you always stank, Queen"
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The Green Queen knows when she is being sucked up to, however, if this was to be her new life, she didn’t want Emma to have any power over her.
Jean hauls off and smacks Emma as hard as she can with the back of her hand, sending the black haired ogres backwards and landing on her fat ass
“Never. Never speak of that woman again. Do you hear me, servant?”
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Frost's tougher skin absorbed the blow, but she was still terrified of the Queen. "M-my apologies Ma'm, I thought you'd preciate' knowing ow' perfect you were, even as a filthy' human! Huh, My voice 'as gone funny" Said Frost, stripped of her noble upbringing and upper class accent
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Jean struggles to her feet and, once standing and wobbling, marches over to Emma. She towers over her. “You’re doing an excellent job, Frost. But I still feel filthy.” She says as she turns around and starts to lower her huge green ass over Emma’s face
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"M-my apologies Queen! I'm just your filthy Ogre slut, 'after all!" Frost said enthusiastically, all fight having left her long ago as she licked.
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Jeans ass gurgles and a long fart rips past and wiggles her butt. “Back to work then...” She says as she lowers her green ass onto Emma’s head.
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Frost began to finger herself as she worked over Jeans butt
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Jeans ass and its stench engulf Emma’s head and its mutative properties take over. It can’t be seen, but her once smooth features bubble into zits ad her cheek bones become too pronounce and her chin lengthens. Jean moans as she smashes her ass deeper and watches Emma’s hands move to her own crotch
Her hands paw at the stretched out black fabric until yellow claws finally grow in and rip the ruined cloth away exposing a dirty black bush
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"Oh Gawd you've made me so Ugly Queen" Said Frost, getting off to her own degradation
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Jean gives a deep chuckle listening to the muffled words of her former foe. The Emma hits the spot and she feels her asshole pucker against her face. She takes great delight in watching this disfigured woman’s body swell and bloat as she becomes a full ogress
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Frost's pleasure finally overwhelms he and she begins to squirt a thick, smelly, dark green discharge
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Her back shakes and is racked with electric pleasure as the dark green liquid pools around her waist. Jean nows she has full control of Emma now and stands up revealing her work to the world.
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Frost stands up, hunched over and shorter than Jean, liquid dripping down her leg. She lifts up her arm, and takes a long sniff. "Thanks fo' showing me the right path, Queenie!" Said the former Emma Frost enthusiastically
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“From this day forward you shall be called Frost- you will be my right hand and leader of my own army...” Jean commands as she towers over the other ogress.
“And the first thing we are to do is increase our forces...”
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"Shouldn't be hard with someone as strong 'as you in charge Queenie!"
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“Humans. We need more humans, Frost” Jean says as she raises her stretched out orange uniform as her new bra and panties.
She raises her lumpy green mitt and a red portal appears.
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"Ah, who's first then?" Said Frost greedily