Kitty Pryde blinked and looked around. She was confused, because she was sitting here in a very dimly lit office and...where was she? The last thing she could clearly remember was sitting in her office at the Jean Grey School, when....something happened. Someone was in her room, and she'd...said something.
"Good evening, Miss Pryde." said the garishly dressed man behind the desk. His costume was all greens and purples, and his skin was green, but...is he the Leader? Some kind of Gamma-Mutant?
She was sitting in a chair in front of a desk, and the green and purple man was behind it. His hands were 'steepled' like a James Bond villain, and he was looking at her like the cat who'd just eaten the canary. She knew she should know who he was.
"Good eveniing yourself, whoever you are..." she said, and he flinched before smiling again.
"You know who I am, Katheryne...just as I know who you are. Kitty Pryde. X-Man. Hero, teacher and leader. You've grown into quite the impressive..." he faded off, having just noticed the look of amused confusion on her face. "...uh, you do know who I am, don't you?"
She blinked, then shrugged. She was very confident in her abilities, and she was certain she could handle this arrogant jerk if she had to. "I'm going to guess 'The Leader', but I know that's wrong because your head's not as developed."
He looked frustrated and a little embarrassed. "Mesmero! I'm Mesmero!"
Kitty shrugged again. "The special effects guy who fights Spider-man?"
"NO!" He shouted, outraged and thunderstruck. "I worked for Magneto! I captured the X-Men and reduced them to sideshow freaks working in my circus! I...I can't...I can't believe you don't know who I am! I was basically a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants!"
"Well, so was Lorelei and the Burner, but I still only know them from reading files. I guess I never got around to reading yours. You must have been out of the whole 'villain' game for awhile."
"I...lost my powers on M-Day. I only recently got them back. Some guy was offering to help villains 're-live' their losses at the hands of the heroes who defeated them. He gave me back my powers, and...and gave me another chance..."
Kitty frowned at that. "Another chance to do what?"
That was when the silent partner of Mesmero stepped up and grabbed her shoulder...she looked and saw...
Marilyn Monroe dressed as a circus ringmaster?
"You always thought you were better'n Masque, huh, girlie?" Marilyn asked, and Kitty grew cold. Masque? This wasn't Masque? Masque was a deformed man, and this...
"Thought you were so great an' Masque was so low..." Marylin said in a breathy voice. "Well, now Masque can control his own form as well as others! Now Masque can be the beautiful woman Masque always wanted to be! An' with Mesmero in your head...you'll never be Kitty Pryde again!"
Her flesh began to twist then, and as she started to pull away she looked into Mesmero's eyes and suddenly remembered.
Mesmero. Mutant Master of Hypnosis. Masque. Mutant Master of Flesh.
"Now, honey...let's get you ready for the show, shall we?" asked Mesmero...just before everything went dark.
***
"Watch'em bounce! Watch'em wiggle! Take'em home she'll make you giggle. Watch'em dance an' watch'em prance, like the 8th wonder of the world they are! Behold the incomparable TITTIES!!!"
She moved her body to the beat of the raunchy music the speakers were blaring, feeling empowered by the awesome things the barker was saying about her. She shifted her shoulders and swayed her hips and made sure that at all times her phenomenal rack was the star. She knew better than to count on her face. She was ugly. She was a troll. Where the average human would have looked at her and saw an athletic young woman with a very cute face, she only saw a gawky, reed-thin little nothing whose total averageness was rescued...but the most spectacular set of bosoms any woman had ever been blessed with. They were impossible. Like a pair of fleshy medicine balls, her perfect tits made up for all her other glaring imperfections. She tried her best to make up for her plain face by putting on tons of slutty makeup - layers of eye shadow and blush and blood red lipstick that almost buried her plain face. Her nails were long, gaudy talons as red as her lips. Her ears and her nose and her lips and her nipples and her navel and her perfectly pink twat all glinted and winked with gaudy piercings. She looked like any cheap, little slut on the make...but her epic tits made up for everything. It was just too bad that her perfect juggs were attached to a 'nothing' like her. She was nothing. They were everything. They were all perfection and she was all flaws. They were the Alpha and the Omega.
She continued to dance for the crowd in the 'Hoochy Koochy' tent, using her worthless body to draw attention to her priceless tits. She knew they all wanted them. Wanted to fuck them and suck them and her body was just in the way. Still...she thanked the stars that she'd been lucky enough to have these amazing tits. She pampered them like she was their servant, rubbing her breasts with creams and oils to keep them perfect and free of stretch marks. When she sat and watched television or whatever, she cuddled and stroked them, cooing and giggling over them like they were her treasure. That made sense. They WERE her treasure.
She was 'Titties'. No longer would she answer to 'Katheryne' or 'Kitty' or 'Kitten'. She was just plane 'Titties' and knew she always would be. 'Titties' was a dancer in the 'Mesmero & Masque Circus', using her epic tits to lure in the stupid 'rubes' on the midway. She loved being a 'Hoochy Koochy' dancer for the circus, and as she danced...she saw a glaring fellow. A scary guy with crazy eyes and his hair all swept up on the sides. With him was some hot, black chick with awesome white hair cut into a mohawk. Punk rockers, maybe? She didn't know.
She didn't care.
She continued to dance in the same slow, sexy way...flaunting her wonderful boobs and thinking how lucky she was.