"Victor, this glorified jock is not wrong in his logic that Ororo has spent a lifetime honing her magnificent powers," Henry McCoy interjected, stepping over to the two men. He was already scrubbed and was ready for the surgery on his former friend, "But I think this is proving the old adage that a broken clock is correct twice a day than actual wisdom coming from Mr. Flynn here. No offense."
"None taken," Flynn smirked, wondering what effect punching McCoy in the nose would do to his standing in Stepford.
"I propose we remove the X-gene sequence in the former Ms. Monroe to prevent any other colorful mood swings as we obviously saw this morning and to keep it on ice as it were. I know as she becomes more and more indoctrinating into Stepford culture and society that she will not have these mood swings, but what if she can't decide on a pink dress or a floral one? What if her appointment at the spa has been cancelled? What if a strand of hair is out of... Well, we won't have to worry about that with this subject for awhile, now will we?"
"Not for a while, but as part of the hours after hours these women spend being reeducated under the subliminal messaging, as well as with the drugs in their food, beauty products and almost everything else they consume they are kept nice and docile," Trask countered, looking at both men and contemplating what they had to say. Finally, he shrugged, "Sorry, Flynn. I am a man of science and I must listen to a man of science. Now, if you will take care of this Hammer issue amongst your men please, Mr. Flynn?"
"Yes,sir," Flynn spoke, giving a long glance to the smirking Dr. McCoy.
McCoy, meanwhile, smirked not only at having bested the Stepford security man but also realizing that he had Victor Trask's full trust. Little did the Trask know that both McCoy and Rao were already fully-fledged members of Justin Hammer's plot to take over Stepford. The fool would never know what hit him when the time finally came. Trask was just wrapping up getting prepped for the operation on Ororo, and the younger man gave the former X-Man a friendly smile.
"After you, Henry," Trask said, patting the geneticist on the back, "We mustn't keep Ororo waiting."
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"Oooh my! She looks so glamorous," Titty-Anna cooed into Gambit's ear.
The Cajun mutant didn't know what to think. The beaming blonde slut, with her once straight, shoulder-length hair that had been done up in bouncy, shiny curls which rose off her head in a big, feminine bouffant were reminiscent of movie starlets from the '50s. Even with the layers of thick, whorish makeup, Gambit recognized that Sue's face had had extensive work done to it and when he glanced around the room to the other tarts that populated it, he realized that this was the norm in this twisted town. It looked like all noses were made smaller, cheekbones raised, lips inflated and even their eyes were made to look bigger, almost doll-like. And the thing was, that Sue nor any of the other women in the room didn't seem to mind at all.
Gambit honestly couldn't help taking in every inch of the new Sue Storm. He was a man after all, and it would take a better man than him to look away from such a sight. From the powder blue lace, half-cupped bra that barely help her enormous tits, to the matching powder blue crotchless panties that showed off the blonde's bald pussy and the seamed white stockings running up her perfect legs as she stood atop sky-high heeled pumps, Sue's altered body was on full display. The former heroine even wore sparkling, dangling diamond earrings, which practically hung down to her bare shoulders, while a diamond-encrusted choker around her neck with a big, stylized 'S' in the center completed her excessively sexy look.
Once she was done, the Stepfordized Sue Storm slinked over to a chair that was placed next to the stand. There was a naughty smile on her face, almost as if she knew all eyes were on her as her ass wiggled and inflated tits bounce with each mincing step of her seven-inch powder blue heels. She took her seat and daintily crossed her legs, causing all eyes to fall on her crotchless panties.
"Now then, ladies," Sue announced, her striking blue eyes looking at each eager face in the room. Her voice was a low, velvety purr that caused Gambit's cock to twitch to life in his pants, "Shall we begin?"
All of this was a far cry from the shining beacon of a heroine and mother Gambit had known. The Cajun mutant starred dumbfounded at this odd scene. If these sick bastards had gotten to Sue Storm of all people, then who else did they get to? His heart sank. What did this mean for Storm and Rogue? What had become of them?
"Cher, what exactly is Gambit doing here?" he whispered to the large woman next to him, but before she could answer, every woman in the room, including Titty-Anna, cooed in response to Sue's earlier question.
"Hmmm, yes, Suzi. Let's begin!" they all said together.
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Dr. Kavita Rao whispered over and over to herself "You are the Hammer, I am the nail," over and over to herself, as her frantic hands scrambled to call up Henry McCoy's number in her cell phone. All the while, she felt Justin Hammer's eyes starring daggers at her from across the room. The genius-level woman finally arrived at his number and pressed the screen to dial. She turned to him and sheepishly smiled, hoping to calm the tension in the room.
After a few seconds, however, her heart sank. The phone kept dialing but her beloved Henry wouldn't pick up. This was very much unlike him.
"Well,slut," the old man barked, causing Annie Marie to utter a high-pitched yelp of surprise, before she went back to feeding him submissively, "What seems to be the trouble?"
"Hen...Henry's not answering...sir," Rao whispered in fear, her Hammer Industries deep-seeded programming had taken hold and it was impossible for the Indian geneticist to disobey anything the elderly man said.
"I don't give a fuck about failure," Hammer snarled, "Get to McCoy one way or another. Even if you have to run."
"Yes,my Master," Kavita said, before she ran as fast as she could on her seven-inch heels. Hammer laughed, sending a glob of food flying out of his mouth and onto his Southern love-slave's larger-than-life tits. It was so much fun watching the big-titted, voluptuous, genius frantically run out of the room. Her body jiggled with each step. He didn't know if she would catch up to McCoy in time, and frankly, there would be other times to get to Trask. But this was a test of the Hammer subliminal-programming inside her mind and it had passed with flying colors.