The magical nanites had done what they'd been programmed to do. They had dug deep into his brain and made such interesting changes. Inspired such wonderful desires. Constructed so many dazzling perversions, that in a very real way...Charles Xavier no longer existed. Instead the mind of the former 'Professor X' obsessed only on his one true desire. A fantasy that he telepathically gushed to Tim Torres. Mister Torres was fully aware of the Professors desire. After all...it was mostly the product of Tim's own imagination - though it was now refracted through the prism of Xavier's own personal opinions and fears.
"So, let me get this straight..." began Tim, his attitude one of a benevolent king hearing the petition of a commoner. "...you want me to make you a slutty, full-figured MILF like I did for your friend here...but you want to be the wife and lover of your own stepbrother Cain Marko?"
In his office - his crippled mans body a repulsive thing to him, as he ran the tube of glittery lipstick over his pouting mouth - Professor Xavier dreamed of a new life. He wanted long hair. He wanted huge breasts. He wanted a big, sexy ass and a fat-lipped mouth that could suck his stepbrother off for hours and hours. He fantasized about what it would be like to be Charlotta Xavier-Marko. He wished he was Hispanic. He wished he was latina. Wait! Should he be Cain's wife...or his sultry, slutty maid? His mind burned with a million possibilities as he imagined a lusty, thicc latina maid mincing and swishing around the mansion. The Marko Mansion. He saw himself as a dusky brown slut with black hair streaked with silver. His body was a wild collection of rounded curves and sultry swoops, and his brain obsessed on one thing and one thing only. "Si, senor. I work for ju many years. Mi nombre es Charlotta Xavier. Ju wan' Charlotta to suck ju deek? Aye, papi...Charlotta wanna do dat awl night long..."
Charles had no understanding of how he'd been corrupted. All he knew was that he wished his fat, MILF mouth was straining to wrap around the mighty hog of his beloved Cain...just before Senor Marko drove his massive cock into his big, wobbling ass.
Tim chuckled at the image. Of course he'd help poor Charles become Charlotta. He was a nice guy after all...
As Charles touched himself and moaned, Incubus, Tatiana and Beezel entered the room, drawn by their newfound demonic senses to the Professor's perversions. Tatiana and Beezel were now crimson-skinned, undulating and monstrous. Horns...fangs...claws...they were fully demonic entities now, with none of their old 'mortal' weaknesses like 'restraint' or 'self-control' disturbed their purity. Drawn to his fantasy, they began to direct the nanites to tease and twist his flesh into new shapes. When they were done, Charlotta had become what he imagined.
"You look just darling..." oozed Tatiana, with slimy sincerity.
"Just the most delectable slut..." gushed Beezel - her swollen buttocks brushing against Charlotta's body.
"Why, you're just as sweet a virgin dew, Charlotta. I'm certain Senor Marko won't be able to resist you." said Incubus, as he cupped and cuddled Charlotta's humid curves and valley's.
Charlotta felt just wonderful. She knew she worried about nothing and wanted only Cain Marko to make her happy. If he wanted to wed her, she'd be delighted. If all he wanted to do was fuck her, she'd be down with that too. She wanted what he wanted...and that was all she wanted.
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(Sorry for the delay, Anzaleth. This last week+ had been a real pain in the ass. I only had enough time to bang this out)