McCoy looked up as the elevator door opened. Out stepped two muscular male orderlies who were pushing the stretcher that contained the unconscious body of Ororo Munroe. They were followed by four curvaceous nurses that minced submissively behind them, their matching white lycra uniforms clung to their swaying bodies like a second skin. Kavita Rao licked her full lips, drinking in the red sky-high heels they minced along in, how the white thigh-high stockings showcased their perfect legs and how the plunging necklines revealed their enormous tits and bountiful cleavage. The standard nurse's headpiece with the Red Cross at the center completed their look.
They made their way to the chair, as Trask and McCoy stepped out of the way, and the two orderlies went to work. They unstrapped the African mutant from the stretcher and began securing her into the seat, a task made especially easy thanks to the white-haired woman being unconscious. Ororo's wrists were tied down in the arm restraints, and her legs were spread wide on the foot braces before her ankles were strapped in place. Finally, her head was placed in the collar-like strap and secured firmly so that she would be unable to look anywhere but straight ahead and into the video screen in front of her eyes. Once they were finished, the two orderlies made their way to the back of the room, again followed by the nurses, so the lab techs could move in to start placing sensors on Ororo's head and body.
"Such natural beauty," Henry McCoy said, brushing Ororo's cheek with the back of his hand. However, the surgically altered Kavita Rao then slinked up to him and pressed her shapely body against her man. He turned to her, admiring her masterfully perfected features and smiled, "But we can always improve on nature, can't we?"
"We are men and women of science, my love. Nature can only take us so far towards perfection. It is and always has been that only through human innovation that we can actually reach it," Dr. Rao purred, as he put his arm around her. She planted soft kisses along his neck before whispering into his ear, "Wouldn't it be absolutely delicious, darling, to sample the new Ms. Munroe once she is...ready? The both of us?"
Trask made his way over to the slumbering Ororo, just as Henry's hand slid down to Kavita's perfectly round ass while he whispered into Kavita's ear. Trask, however, then picked up a syringe from the medical table aside the apparatus and cleared his throat as he offered the syringe to the former X-Man. "She needs to be awake for the subliminals to take hold. Dr. McCoy, your bedside manner is going to be needed once Sleeping Beauty here wakes up. So if you aren't too busy..."
Without hesitation, Henry injected the full contents of the syringe into the vein in Ororo's arm. Almost immediately,Storm's eyes snapped open. Exhaling deeply, her body attempted to lunge forward on instinct, only to be held back by her restraints. As if her rude awakening wasn't enough to shock her, her inability to complete the reflex action sent a surge of panic down her spine and made her feel sick in the pit of her stomach.
Storm tried her hardest to tug at the restraints, testing for any trace of weakness. She felt nothing give, but Ororo did see movement out of the corner of her startled blue eyes. But that wasn't the worst part. Not only was she bound but she was also absolutely nude! The sick feeling She called out, "Wha...? Who is there? What is happening? Oh goddess. Kitty!"
"Now, now. Ororo, calm down. Take slow and steady breaths. That's it. Calm yourself," came a voice Storm recognized immediately.
"Henry?" she gasped, struggling against her bonds to look around. A man stepped into view in a well-tailored gray suit, light blue shirt and white tie. He had stylish glasses and his brown hair was finely coiffed. The man, her longtime friend, looked nothing like how she expected him to look.
"This may come as some of a shock, Ororo, but it is me. Henry McCoy. Needless to say, I've had some work done," McCoy said with a smile, "Sorry about your current condition. It has to be most uncomfortable. But it really is the only way to help you."
"Help me? You really want to help me?" Ororo said, panic in her voice. The man in front of her was someone she had known for years and trusted with her life, but he was acting as if there was something wrong with her and not the world or situation they found themselves in. Storm thought back to the spunky Kitty Pryde who had been warped into some airheaded, plastic shell of her former self. Ororo herself had been attacked and captured for no reason she could fathom other than having her own identity. And now, to find that her former friend and teammate had suffered a similar fate and might actually now be helping their captors was downright heartbreaking, "Henry...please. You can't be...You have to remember who you used to be. You're being manipulated. Get me out of here and we can fight whatever has been done to you together."
"I can assure you I'm the man that I've always been, Ororo. You could just say that I've been enlightened. Isn't that right, Kavi?" Henry said, before gesturing for Kavita to join him.
"Oh yes, darling," Kavita breathed. Ororo was surprised by the sudden appearance of the formerly petite and mousy geneticist, "And we have one man to thank for our enlightenment. Ms. Munroe, let me introduce Mr. Victor Trask."
"Trask?" Ororo gasped.
"Yes, I am the son of Bolivar Trask. Estranged, abandoned son. The same fool that lost his life to the very Sentinels he created," Victor Trask said over the video screen in front of her. He had taken his position at his raised workstation while Henry McCoy had been talking. At the mention of Bolivar Trask he rolled his eyes, "My father didn't understand mutants. You aren't a threat that needs to be put down or locked up. With the right resources and brain power, as we have in Stepford with the delightful Doctors McCoy and Rao, your mutant abilities can be harnessed to serve certain causes. For instance, very soon you won't even remember having this conversation and you will no longer be troubled by your weather-manipulating abilities. But I will say that I'm half tempted to keep those powers with you. With how happy and content you will be I would wager that Stepford would never have a cloud in the sky."
"Is this what happened to Kitty? Did you have to drag her down here too, before you...you changed her, you bastard!" Storm seethed at Trask before turning her eyes back to the happy couple, "And did you just let it happen, Henry? Did you watch as they strapped her to this chair and change her inside and out?" Ororo asked, glaring up at Henry and pleading with her eyes. He ignored her, instead starring lovingly into Kavita Rao's heavily made-up brown eyes,"What about you, Dr. Rao? Did you just stand by as a bright young woman had her mind taken from her?"
"Ms. Munroe, I won't have you questioning my guests like that. And besides, you asked if we changed her inside and out? We did no such thing," Trask exclaimed, acting shocked, "We only changed her from the inside down here. We have a whole other facility to improve looks," Trask smiled, before turning serious, "But none of that matters now. You won't remember any of this anyway. And I hate to keep the doctors waiting. So without further adieu, it's time to get this show rolling. Goodbye for now, Ms.Munroe."
"Henry! Do something! Stop him!" Ororo screamed, before the chair roared to life.
The image of Victor Trask on the video screen faded to black and then changed to a swirling pattern that faded in and out. Ororo's eyes, as if on reflex, snapped to the screen and tried to focus on the words and patterns that were just barely out of sight. This had an odd effect on Ororo's sharp mind. Every time she struggled to seethe blurry image or pattern, it instead numbed her. Kavita Rao bit her plump, bottom lip, as she felt a slow trickle of wetness flow down her brown thighs at the sight of the strong-willed mutant woman fall under the power of the subliminal messages being pumped into her now-receptive mind. She was no stranger to this procedure, and she gave Henry a quick peck on the cheek before mincing over to front of the chair where a set of earphones had been conveniently hidden under the headrest. She turned to look across the room at Trask and nodded, as if to say her job had been done.
This was Victor Trask's favorite part of this whole process. He pressed a command into his workstation and almost instantly, the torpedo-like dildo was propelled toward Ororo's pussy. Henry made sure it slid in perfectly, taking an active roll in Ororo's conversion into a proper Stepford woman. The instant the dildo penetrated the regal African mutant's folds, her breath caught in her throat and once again her body, on instinct, tried to rise up off the cushioned dentist-chair-like device. At the same time, Trask had made sure to start the nonstop loop of soothing, purring voices being fed into her ears through the headphones. The voices purred, murmured and even moaned, only adding to Ororo's arousal. They were telling her to relax, watch the screen and never look away from the words on the screen that emerged and faded with the wonderful swirling patterns. These words were her new truth, they told her new place in the world. They would make her feel happy and allow her to always feel the pleasure she did now. All Ororo had to do was to watch, listen and obey.
Henry McCoy watched the entire process take place as his eyes roamed over his former X-Men teammate's tall, athletic body as she squirmed and writhed in the chair. She was still fighting what was being done to her, he realized. It was just like the Storm he knew to fight valiantly against overwhelming odds. Deep in the back of his mind,he found the same respect he had for her before he came to Stepford and, for the briefest of moments, Henry regretted what was happening to his old friend. However, the new Stepford part of his current personality quickly fought back the notion and he looked down at her sopping cunt to watch the dildo's piston-like motion being pumped into her. A soft moan escaped her full lips, and Henry found both sides of his personality smiling. The old one happy to see the attractive woman begin to embrace the pleasure she deserved, and the new enjoying the sight of the proud and stuck-up mutant beginning to fall to the level of a cock-addicted whore.
And yet, Henry McCoy was still a man of science and the entire process Ororo Monroe was going through fascinated him. He had put together every single step in his brilliant mind. The subliminals on the screen and in the earphones would distract and lower Storm's mental defenses, while the pleasure the dildo was giving her would build up steadily to provide positive reinforcement to the commands given. He was amazed at how the strong-willed woman that had fought so fiercely against what was happening to her had been reduced to the horny,sweat-coated mess before him. Ororo's beautiful blue eyes barely blinked,unable to focus on anything but her own euphoria and the messages being played out in front of her and pumped into her ears.
Henry McCoy's attention then shifted from Ororo's quivering body to the new love of his life, Kavita, whom was still standing to the captive woman. His cock had swelled within his trousers from the erotic sight, something that wasn't lost on the buxom Dr. Rao. She laughed lightly to herself, deciding to put on a show for her spectator. Taking her perfectly manicured finger, Kavita traced the tips down over Storm's pert breasts, across her toned abs and then past Ororo's thrusting pussy before finally sliding it along the African woman's long,chocolate-toned legs before making her way over to her man.
Strutting her way over to her perfect man, Kavita slid her body up against Henry, pressing her voluptuous tits against Henry's side. Locking eyes with her fellow doctorate, the sexy Indian lowered her hand to the proud bulge protruding from Henry's pants and deftly undid the belt at his waist. With a knowing smile on her lips, Kavita slid her hand into the former X-Man's pants and took hold of the erect member she now considered her most prized possession. As the corrupted geneticist began to stroke the hard shaft, Henry shared a loving smile with the love of his life. He knew there was no other woman who could excite him the way she did, and she knew he was the only man who could truly appreciate her brilliance. With the handjob now reaching a steady pace, the happy couple looked back down to Ororo. Both imagined what would become of Ororo Monroe once she was a true Stepford woman and both knew they couldn't wait to see it.