From the Ashes (Jean Grey TG Comm)

Miles smiled to himself, listening to the faint sounds of nature as he walked down the local park, lost in the scenic view. The man wasn't normally one to deviate from his path home, but having noticed it snowing in class he couldn't help but take a closer look at the winter landscape.

It was nice to have a moment to himself after dealing with the business of his university classes. It was something that, while he didn't exactly hate it, wasn't something he fully enjoyed either. Thankfully the rest of the week was booked with sessions he was far more excited for. He took a deep breath, soaking in the soothing atmosphere as it washed away his concerns about assignments. They were ages away anyways, so he'd have plenty of time to get them done!

The man hadn't intended to do much more than take the scenic route home; he hadn't even expected to see anyone else out here when the park was so out of the way. The last thing he expected was to actually run into someone, spotting a lone figure perched on a tree trunk, leaning back as snow continued to fall.

Interested, Miles walked towards the figure, a small blush forming on his face as more and more details came into view, the flush that had blossomed on his face only growing deeper by the time he stood before her. He would like to say it was her piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair or even her alluring features that he noticed first, but that would be the most obvious lie he’d ever told.

How could he not have stared at her bust first? Her boobs looked like they were one wrong move from bouncing out of her outfit! Though calling it an outfit was generous; what the woman was wearing barely seemed to cover anything! Even her huge thighs were left bulging out of her heeled white boots. The woman looked like she was dressed for a beach or convention rather than a snowstorm, although if the cold bothered her, she certainly didn't show it.

"May I help you?" she sighed, looking up at Miles in disinterest, the words snapping him out of his trance as he became aware how much he was unintentionally staring at her.

"Oh! It's nothing! I was just surprised to see someone out here!" he stammered, doing everything he could to remain focused on the woman's face. "Aren't you... um... cold?"

"I'm quite used to the cold." She chuckled and smiled, the expression feeling as cold as the air around him. “I simply wanted to enjoy the rare snowfall while pondering my problems."

"I... um, see! Well good luck then!" Miles laughed and turned away, shivering as he felt the woman staring at him. As insane as it sounded, it felt like she wasn't just looking at him, she was seeing everything, his likes, dislikes, family and friends; she was reading it all like a book.

Before he could walk away however, the woman got to her feet, the sound causing him to turn on the spot like it was a command. She hummed to herself, looking over Miles curiously before whispering, "My name is Emma Frost. What's yours, dear?"

"Um... Miles?" he answered aloud, unsure why Emma's voice had sounded so echoey, or why she had whispered so faintly that he hadn't caught her lips moving at all.

Her eyes widened for a moment, before her expression turned to a smirk. "It's nice to meet you. I'll be in touch."

With that she walked away, leaving Miles alone in the snow, the man's eyes lingering on each sway of her wide hips before he finally turned away.

"What was that about?" He shook his head before returning on his walk. The woman was hot, sure, but she clearly wasn't all there. He should have known with the way she was dressed! Besides, how was she supposed to contact him without knowing anything other than his name?

By the time he had gotten home, the encounter was mostly forgotten by Miles. The man swung open the door, relieved to find himself back in the warmth as he slid off his thick coat. It was then he noticed it, an unlabelled package laying unassumingly on the floor, Miles blinking as he gently picked it up.

"What the-? I don’t think I'd ordered anything..." he commented as he headed into his bedroom. Maybe it was something from someone who already knew him or something?

He only grew more confused once he opened it, finding only a thin black triangle, marked with the golden insignia of a bird, its purpose far from obvious. Was it some kind of banner or flag? A bib? Nothing about it seemed to suggest an obvious purpose to him.

Miles intended to place it down somewhere, or even just throw it away, but the more he stared at it, the more transfixed he became, a strange urge bubbling to the surface to... put it on his chest? It was absurd to consider, but the more it brewed under the surface, the stronger it became, the internal urge growing into a need, an instinct.

It was harmless enough he supposed, sighing in relief once he placed it on his chest, surprised that it didn't fall off as he was freed from the consuming instincts.

"That was weird..." He went to pull the triangle off, his brow furrowing as he found nothing for his fingers to grab onto, like it had melded with his clothes. "Huh? Why won't it- GAH!?"

Miles leapt back in fright, watching as the border between the insignia and his clothes was suddenly set alight, fire flickering as he cried out in terror.

"OH GOD HOW DID- WHY- I’VE GOT TO PUT IT OUT I HAVE TO-" he began, only to realise something strange. He wasn't in pain at all. In fact he felt almost... nice?

Miles blinked, shuddering from the strange feeling, a state of confused but welcome peace falling over him as the fire spread outwards. Every part of his plain clothes was burnt, but not into ashes like he might have expected. Instead, as the flames rushed free, the fabric was reborn, the man stumbling as his attire was rewritten.

The first thing he noticed was how hard it was to breathe, the man blushed as he found his once loose clothes turned to the ultimate form of restriction, shuddering in the garish lime green bodysuit. Only his head wasn't covered, his arms coated with long yellow gloves, his legs wrapped in matching heeled boots, a sash wrapped tightly around his waist, the clothes making him look nothing less than ridiculous.

Not helping matters was how little it did to hide his plain figure, even his shamefully erect dick was on full display, each little movement he made in the bodysuit teasing his sensitive flesh, sending buzzes of bliss rushing down his pleasure receptors. He had no way of knowing with the bodysuit concealing it, but that was the first warning sign of the changes to come. The fire hadn’t just reformed his clothes, but had also burned away every trace of body hair below his head, leaving only the smoothest, most reactive skin behind.

He groaned, his instinctive shudders making the latex of the bodysuit squeak and creak as his hands scrambled around his body. "Where the hell is the zip?!"

Try as he might to find one, he found nothing but plain latex, his further attempts to pull the suit off proving even more disastrous. The best he could do was stretch out the material before it snapped back with no sign of strain. Was he stuck in this? How was anyone supposed to get out of this thing?

"Am I... a-am..?" he started and shuddered, his cock throbbing as he became aware of an increasing tightness around his waist. "A-Ah! W-what the-?"

The sash was moving and coiling tighter against his gut, each pass it made forcing another roll of unneeded fat upwards, the alien sensation resulting in another moan or coo amongst his panicked wriggles. "Kya~! Oh! Mmmmmmmm s-stop~! W-what's- how is-"

His stammering only lasted a moment before the sash, as if it sensed its prey's hesitation, tightened all the way. The resulting firework of bliss caused Miles to wail in bliss as the fat of his stomach was forced out of it completely. Not only that but his sides had been pinched inwards, collapsed into deep, alluring curves, all while his slender, tight core swelled with newfound muscle and power.

Despite the pleasure of the change, it was something that went barely noticed by Miles. He was far more distracted by the explosion of euphoria in his chest. The fat from his core was being relocated one bit at a time, the man slamming into the wall behind him as each surge rushed in, his eyes watering as he cried out in reluctant, overwhelmed ecstasy with each expansion.

He was growing breasts, the realisation driving him crazy with unfiltered lust as his hands instinctively scrambled to feel them. He cupped and groped the ever expanding pillows as they tented the bodysuit further. Miles soon realised they were buttons of pleasure, each touch bringing the euphoria to greater highs, his breath quickening, his legs shaking as with one final squeeze he came, gasping for breath as his new D cups jiggled within the latex cocoon.

It took a moment for him to fully process what had just occurred before it hit him all at once. He screamed as he looked down at his new breasts, his hands shooting away in panic, Miles doing his best to ignore the disappointment that instantly appeared from doing so.

"Oh my god, holy shit, I have fucking boobs, what the fuck, what the fuck-" he began, running his hands down his new curves and toned core in shock. "C-Curves? Is this- it's turning me into a-"

Before he could voice the obvious conclusion, the pleasure returned with a vengeance, rushing through him with furious intensity as he convulsed and squealed, helpless as it continued to shape his body as it saw fit. It was moving upwards, the latex around his neck starting to tighten further, crushing his windpipe as he choked and coughed in between his moans, his Adam's apple struggling to stay as it bobbed up and down.

It was a valiant effort, but one that was ultimately pointless, his Adam's apple only managing to last for a few seconds before it was sent falling down his throat, his deep moans erupting into an alluring, womanly squeal. He threw his head back in euphoria as the changes rushed in all at once, his new voice simply white noise as his brain was bombarded with feminine hormones and pleasures, his face cracking and shifting as the force inside him pulled and shoved his features, intent on reforming it completely.

His lips puckered out, becoming coated with ruby red lipstick as his jaw compressed with meaty crunches, his cheekbones pulled into arches as alluring as his new voice. He could feel his watering eyes widen, eyelashes fluttering as they lengthened to frame his now green pupils, the former colour having been consumed almost instantly.

Miles recoiled from a sudden spike of the wonderful sensations, his nose compressed drastically, his once plain, boyish features fully reformed into that of a stunningly beautiful woman. It was far from the end, he could feel it, his body shaking like a leaf as he groaned and gasped, feeling the sensations build, barely able to think as it spread like lines of white hot magma.

"OH GAWD OH- MY VOICEEEEEEE???? I SOUND LIKE A HOT GIRL AND MY FACE FEELS WRONG! BUT SO GOOD AND AND AND- OH FUCKKKKKKKK~!!!!!" he screamed, his hair set ablaze as fire spread from the roots of every plain strand and rushed all the way to the tips where they fizzled out at last.

His hair wasn't gone however; if anything the locks thrived from being exposed to the flames as the plain brown colour was reborn into a magnificent red mane, the longer, flawless locks cascading all the way down to his rear. He gasped breathlessly as he grabbed the strands in shock, stumbling into his bathroom, needing to see for his own eyes what was happening to him.

It was far from an easy journey, an eruption of pressure in his back sending him falling to the floor, his breasts squishing sensually into the ground. He groaned, the new feminine arch forcing him to raise his rear upwards lewdly, his face turning utterly red from being forced into such a humiliating position.

He went to get up, only for another surge of tightening to keep him weighed down, his eyes wide as he felt his legs be slowly crushed by walls of latex that were intent on ironing out any trace of masculinity that resided within, the sheer power behind it comparable to a trash compactor. He kicked his legs in panic, his toes curling as his feet collapsed into tiny, girly forms, his limited muscle strengthened drastically at the cost of their size.

Just like what happened with his stomach, any mass the changes deemed as unneeded was sent rocketing upwards, Miles realising with a start they were heading towards the rear he was presenting so eagerly. He screamed, his eyes rolling into his skull as his unimpressive butt ballooned outwards, swelling with what felt like truckloads of mass, pushing the skintight bodysuit to its limit.

No matter how much he screamed and thrashed, his rear refused to stop for even a moment. It greedily consumed mass with no end in sight, the sheer heft of it soon growing so overwhelming that his hips were forced to snap out in compensation. He wailed and came, his spunk burnt away as his unbearably wide, child-bearing hips wriggled from bliss, the growth of his rear becoming so intense that the fat rushing into it spilled outwards, Miles soon forced to cope with his thighs bursting outwards in unison with his ass.

It felt like an entirety of being exposed to the most intense bliss imaginable until it at last began to subside. It left a winded Miles desperately gasping for breath, his vision unfocused from the sheer intensity of the feelings that were rushing through his body.

He felt his dick throb against the ground, the introduction of his thick rear, thighs and mom-level hips having complicated the issue surrounding his bodysuit further. The size of his new assets had robbed more of the already limited space within, the latex now bearing down even tighter on his painfully erect manhood.

He wobbled to his feet, hugging himself as he fought to stay afloat in the sea of pleasure, having to remind himself that even if this felt amazing, it wasn't a good thing! He was turning into a woman for god's sake! Nothing about this was good!

He shuddered in alarm, feeling his new thick rear bounce as pressure mounted on his shaft from the equally large thighs, Miles using every bit of his self control to not jerk himself on the spot as he dashed to his bathroom. Every step forced him to sway his large hips, his new instincts forcing him to parade around in an overly feminine manner as he finally threw open the bathroom door, at last face to face with his reflection.

Miles' breath hitched in his throat, surveying the damage to his body in silent shock, his hand stroking the side of his feminised face in disbelief. He hadn't realised just how gorgeous he had become. His features looked nothing less than stunning, his heart pounding as he drank in the red locks, plump lips and piercing green eyes that shone like stars.

He blushed, his other hand running down his body, from the dip of his waist to the wideness of his hips, wriggling his thighs as he found his arousal skyrocketing. He looked stunning, just as alluring as that strange woman from earlier and surely able to draw the eye from everybody in a room just by walking into it.

"B-but she c-can't be me!" he protested weakly, even the sound of his perfectly pitched soprano making him want to cum, "I-I'm a man! I'm a man and I-I- KYAH NO STOPPPPPPPPPPP~!!!!!!!!"

Miles screamed as the changes struck once more, taking his defiance as a challenge as they laid waste to the final traces of his masculinity. His shoulders gave way with brutal CRACKS, now gentle arches for his feminine frame as the heat rushed down his arms, feeling like running lava that brutally burnt away any mass.

His fists clenched as they became hands topped with dainty digits, at last becoming a perfect fit for the gloves, leaving Miles, with the exception of his privates, with the body of a stunningly attractive woman. But even that wasn't going to last much longer, the barely-man recoiling with a shriek as he felt a pull on his shaft, his vision turning white as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"GAHHHHHHH HAHHHHHH OH FUCKKKKKKK N-NONONONONO NOT MY COCK NOT MY- AHHHHHHEEEE~!!!!!!"

His protests fell on deaf ears, his body bucking in sync with each inch of dick that was suctioned into his forming pussy. He was cumming hard, every cell of his body carpet bombed with unfiltered feminine bliss as with moist SLURKS, his balls were lost to the abyss between his legs.

After that his cock truly stood no chance, Miles screaming as his manhood thrashed around like a fish on dry land. It made a wet SSSSSSS sound as it was dragged deeper and deeper, the bodysuit pushing it along as, with a final push, it inverted with a satisfying POP.

Miles’ brain stopped functioning for a moment, only able to wail as his first female orgasm swept over him, collapsing against the wall behind him as his inexperienced mind was blown by bliss. He didn't notice it through the haze of ecstasy but items around his bathroom were shaking as much as he was, toothpaste and toilet paper sent flying into the air as if in reaction to his current pleasure.

After shrieking for what felt like hours, the overwhelming bliss finally began to subside, the new woman gasping for breath as he... she began to come to her senses. Her hand slammed down on her crotch, her eyes widening as it only confirmed what she had just felt.

"It's gone. It's fucking-" she started, breathing heavily. "My dick! I-It's gone and... and... I'm a girl. I turned into a girl oh my god I'm a fucking girl, what the hell!?"

She couldn't get used to hearing the feminine voice so panicked, the silky, feminine tones sounding as far away from her thoughts as you could get, yet it didn't matter, since that would be the voice that would say every word she spoke for the rest of her life. She looked down at herself again, weakly pulling at the bodysuit as if the changes had magically made it easier to remove, whining in dejection as it simply snapped back onto her just like before.

"How... how did this happen?" she muttered to herself. "I-It was whoever sent that to me! This weird symbol thing! They turned me into a girl for... for... who even knows why!"

She strolled out of her bathroom with a frown, hoping that the absence of the tingles of arousal when catching glimpses of her reflection would help her be able to focus on more serious matters. "I have to undo this. I need to reverse what happened and..."

"Oh but why on Earth should we do that, dear? I think you turned out rather stunning~."

Miles squeaked, turning around in shock from the sudden voice cutting through the silence, facing the smirking Emma Frost, leaning back in a chair like she owned the place.

"I-It's you! What are- how did you get-"

"Please darling. You just turned into a woman. I expected you to at least be more concerned with that than my skills at breaking and entering." She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Miles' mouth fell open, the meaning of her words crashing into her as she prepared to retort, only for Emma to beat her to it. "Yes, yes. It was me who changed you. Let's get that song and dance out of the way. But I assure you I had a very good reason!"

Miles grit her teeth from anger and betrayal, her mind racing with threats and demands to be changed back... and Emma caught wind of every one of them before she had formed the first syllable in her throat.

"I can tell you're rather annoyed; your thoughts stink of it. All those pathetic reasons why you want to go back to what you were before. Quite rude honestly. All I did was unlock what was already there!"

"What are you talking about!?" Miles demanded, shuddering in a mixture of panic and fury.

"You’re a telepath. Like me. Much weaker of course; it was so faint that without me, you could have gone your whole life without anyone ever knowing it. Fortunately, I was in need of one. You see, I recently got my hands on something from some... old friends. A piece of a cosmic entity. Unimaginably powerful, as you can imagine. The risks of using it on myself though... were far from ideal."

"So you used me as a guinea pig!?" Miles grit her teeth. "You- you- change me back!"

"You look just like her, you know? The last host." Emma smiled. "Not that I'm complaining. If anything, I think I share the preferences, fufu~."

"I said to change me back!" Miles repeated, Emma simply sighing as she got to her feet and strolled over to her.

"Fine, I'll give you what you want." She rolled her eyes, then kissed Miles on the lips.

Miles squeaked, her eyes widening as she was taken aback from the sudden contact, moaning softly as Emma lovingly made out with her, her shock soon overtaken by a pleasant burning in her head. She groaned, her body slacking as Emma ran her hands all over her, groping her breasts, squeezing her thighs and stroking her face possessively.

The fire was in her brain now, Emma's eyes consumed by pools of light blue as she channelled her telepathic powers, effortlessly burning away Miles from her own mind. She was panicked at first, but then Emma removed the context, after that her reactions became much more accepting, the woman eagerly moaning into her lover's mouth as everything was lost in the Inferno.

It was then that new thoughts were introduced, a mix of the truth and what Emma wanted her to think, context that would make the new powerful telepath do whatever she asked her for without question. The apartment they were in now was simply a temporary hideout, the body and costume she wore now totally normal, and the woman before her... was her girlfriend.

Most importantly of all though was the reassurance that she was, and always had been, a woman, a new name replacing the old with ease. Jean Grey smiled as her girlfriend pulled away, Emma smirking in pride as her girlfriend regained her bearings.

"E-Emma! Don't surprise me like that!"

"I couldn't help myself dear! You shouldn't have been standing around looking so kissable if you didn't want me to do anything~." She laughed, Jean pouting and crossing her arms under her bust.

"Ugh, what are we even doing here? Didn't you say we had something important to do? Like getting ready to form your empire, right?"

"I was just picking something up." Emma's smirk grew wider. "I'll tell you about it later. Now let's get out of this dump, we have things to do. And luckily for you, you're a big part of them!"

"Finally~." Jean smirked in return, placing a hand on her thigh. "It feels like I've been stuck doing nothing forever! I can't wait to have some fun~."

"Not as much as I'm looking forward to doing this with you, dear~." Emma laughed. "When this is all over, we will stand above all in our way. The White and Black queens of the world~."

With that the new lovers left the empty house, only Emma aware that the relationship was a new one as they set off to fulfil Emma's dreams of conquest, the new Jean Grey at her side, ready to use her powers in whatever way her loving partner desired...