Jean sighed contently as she floated a plate of hotdogs and wings over to her position on the couch. She grabbed hold of the plate with her hand and started to telekinetically bring the food up to her mouth.
Ever since she'd come to the future, things had been a whirlwind of action. It had made her appreciate these moments of calm and quiet so much more. Not to mention, for all the crap the future threw at her, at least it had good food. So many things to try, so many more restaurants and that was before one went on to the internet and saw all the various crazy ideas! It was a tad overwhelming at first, but Jean had taken to it well enough as it helped take the edge of things. She'd also gotten into the habit of using her telekinesis a lot more. Her control was quickly increasing, the amount of power she could throw behind it was astonishing and she found multi-tasking to becoming easier and easier with every day that passed. She'd begun to use it in her every day life. It seemed only natural. What was the point in moving multiple feet to get an object when she could quickly bring it to herself with just a thought? Not only was it more efficient, it helped her to acclimate her powers to almost natural instinct.
Now, several people had express concern over her new eating and telekinetic habits. Not to her face, few had the courage for that, but they were definitely thinking it. Jean's telepathy made sure she knew.
'She should be careful. She's going to get fat.'
'Man, if she keeps that up...'
'Is Jean looking a bit bigg-OH CRAP! She can read minds! I'm sorry!'
Jean had to stifle a giggle at that last one. Scott was so easy to fluster sometimes. One would think she'd be angry. A girl's weight was a touchy subject by most standards. But Jean was not overtly concerned. Her powers dealt with her mind, not her body. Even if she turned into a butterball, it wouldn't really affect what she could do or hinder her performance. Heck, that was part of her reasoning of using her telekinesis so much more, to demonstrate that physicality really didn't enter the equation where she was concerned. If she happened to enjoy some extra perks or indulgences, what did matter at the end of the day?
'Besides, it's not like I'm fat or anything, anyway,' Jean reassured herself. She looked down at herself and saw...
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