Kitten batted her long eyelashes, almost unable to comprehend what she was seeing. A man wearing a standard Stepford security force uniform had phased literally through the broken pane of glass that separated the inside of the store from the outside world and had surprised Ororo. The tall African woman was now lying back, completely unconscious into his arms, as he took the syringe out of her neck. He made sure his victim was completely out before stepping forward into the store. He laid Ororo down softly onto the floor, as a white van pulled up outside in front of the boutique.
"Ladies, I am so sorry you had to witness this unpleasantness," the man spoke, as a team of what appeared to be medical professionals entered the store wheeling in a stretcher. He flashed a reassuring smile at the group of scared women and took off his hat,"My name is Mr. Flynn and I'm here to help you. I’ve been told that this woman here, she is going to receive all the help she so desperately needs. After some quality time at the Stepford Clinic she'll emerge a new woman. I'm sure you'll barely recognize her."
Phoebe minced forward, one delicate step in front of the other, tits jiggling with each stride. Throwing her arms around Mr. Flynn's neck, the shop hostess planted a soft peck on his cheek as a rescued damsel might her hero. Joanna also advanced after taking Kitten by the hand to lead her towards the man, followed by the other women in the boutique. All the while, the medical personnel entered and tended toOroro, strapping her onto the stretcher.
"Oh, thank you so, so much, sir,"Phoebe beamed. Her happy smile turned to a look of concern as she looked back at the ruined storefront, "But what is going to happen to the store? It's ruined. What am I going to tell my husband?"
"There is no need to worry, little lady. I have reassurances from the Mayor himself that Stepford's finest architects and craftsmen will work all night to repair what damage has been done and that your husband won't have to worry about the cost of the project. This one's on Stepford," the man announced. At thesound of this amazing news, the room was filled with relieved giggles and applause. Phoebe shrieked in delight. Again she hugged the man and kissed both of his cheeks. She was so grateful.
"And speaking of the Mayor, I have been given word that he sends his heartfelt apologies to you, Miss Kitten,"Flynn continued, turning to face the brunette future housepet and taking Kitten's hands in his own, "He heard that you had this boutique reserved to try on clothes for your wedding and honeymoon for the day. The Mayor has talked to your fiancé and they have both agreed that your day must goon. I have been notified that a limo is being sent to take each and everyone of you ladies to the Mayor's mansion where you can continue trying on clothes and doing whatever it is you women do. I will have some of my men bring the contents of the store over and our new Mrs. Mayor has notified her house staff to prepare for your arrival. The Mayor hopes that this will hopefully somehow save your special day."
"Oh my Gawd, thank you, sir!"Kitten squeaked happily, over another round of applause from her fellow Stepford women, as she wiped away a tear, "Thank you so much, Mr.Flynn! I feel so bad about your men, the poor dears. I'm so sorry this happened. I really don't know what Ororo could have been thinking."
"As I said, she will get the help she needs," Flynn spoke, flashing a caring smile.
There was a sudden gasp of elation from one of the girls, and the rest looked on with excitement upon seeing a long black limousine pull up outside the front of the store. The front door of the shop had already been taken fully off its hinges by some of the fresh Stepford security men that had descended on the store. The uniformed guards were tidying up the fallout from the Weather Witch's confrontation at the boutique. The men Storm had incapacitated were being attended to, but that didn't matter to the excited group of women as they strutted out of the store and into the bright Stepford afternoon without a worry in their happy little world. Kitten turned to make her way outside, along with her new friends,when she was grabbed firmly by the arm by Flynn.
"I just want to get something straight between the two of us, Barbie Doll. I've also been told that when you're done playing dress up I am to drive you personally to the Stepford Clinic to meet your fiancé, " Flynn spat in a hushed tone, his pleasant demeanor a thing of the past, "It's not part of my job description to play babysitter for spoiled, oversexed brides-to-be, but that's what your fiancé has ordered for me today and that's what I will do. What I'm saying is that I'd like to clock out before the clubs close tonight, so pretty please, Pussycat, don't keep me waiting too long."
"Hmmm," Kitten sighed, feeling her swollen pussy get wet at the thought of seeing her future husband. She wasn't put off in the slightest by Mr. Flynn's sudden rude behavior, "I can't wait to see my Victor! Is he going to personally help Ororo?"
"Are you coming, Kitten?" Joanna asked, having slipped on her own brief mini-dress. She held Kitten's canary-yellow dress in her hands and looked at Kitten with big, round questioning eyes.
Mr. Flynn sighed in frustration at the two brainless beauties, "He is going to help your old friend, Kitten. Now, you better get going. It would be rude to keep your new friends waiting."
Kitten trotted up to Joanna and took the offered dress from the platinum blonde's perfectly manicured hands. She quickly squeezed her voluptuous body into the tiny dress and the two all but ran out of the store as fast as their high-heeled feet could carry them. Outside the boutique, the former Shadowcat saw Ororo strapped to the stretcher getting loaded into the back of the white van, and Kitten brainlessly blew her old friend a kiss. She then slinked into the limousine, Kitten was greeted by the overjoyed, smiling faces of Phoebe and her staff. Her fat, glistening lips curled into her own giddy smile when she saw that they had all pulled their dresses or tops down to reveal their own huge tits. Kitten sat down on the plush, leather seat inside the limo and daintily crossed her legs. Joanna curled up next to her, and immediately leaned in to start kissing and nibbling Kitten's neck. The once proud member of the X-Men hiked up her own skirt and began to finger her ultra-sensitive clit.
"Ladies, if I can have your attention please," Phoebe proclaimed, tapping her pink painted fingernails again stone of the Champagne flutes in the limo's minibar. As they all felt the limo drive forward down the street, the shop hostess then took two glasses and poured out two servings of high-priced Champagne and leaned in to hand both Kitten and Joanna the glasses. Kitten thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Phoebe's large pair of tits wobbling freely as she handed over the beverage. The bride-to-be gladly accepted the Champagne flute and madesure to thank the hostess by removing her musky, juice-soaked fingers from her sopping sex and offering them up to the older woman as a token of her gratitude. Phoebe took the fingers in her mouth without hesitation and used her talented tongue to lick them clean, mewing the entire time as if to say thank you.
Phoebe smiled happily, licking her lips to savor the taste of Kitten's pussy juices, "Now then girls, we promised Miss Kitten and Miss Joanna a blissful day and despite the unpleasant interruption, it is our duty to do just that!" Phoebe purred, holding her glass in the air. The other women inside the limo followed suit by raising their own Champagne flutes, "I propose we make it our duty for the rest of the day to please these two fine Stepford women. What do you say,girls? To Miss Kitten and Miss Joanna!"
All of the women inside the limo giggled at this, clinked their glasses and quickly finished their Champagne so that things could move forward quickly. Kitten and Joanna shared knowing looks of contentment and shared a quick kiss while handing over their glasses to be stored away. They then allowed themselves to relax and give into what was about to happen. Phoebe gave a simple nod of her head to the select members of her staff, who then crawled their way over the leather seats towards Kitten and Joanna. They all eyed the two like predators would a delicious feast. The chocolate-skinned Shay and pale Luci, who had modeled dresses and lingerie earlier, tended to Kitten. Meanwhile, the golden-haired Dalia and Asian shop girl, Kimmi, descended upon Joanna.
Shay wasted no time in sliding the dress Kitten had quickly forced herself into back down and off her body, allowing her tits to spring free. Instantly, the chocolate-skinned beauty's hands were on the brunette's large, spherical orbs, massaging and caressing them hungrily. As Shay bent down and began to kiss and lick at Kitten's tits, Luci was down on all fours planting a trail of kisses up Kitten's perfect legs and along her thighs. The former Kitty Pryde's body and mind had been heavily conditioned for just this occasion and she was showcasing unabashedly how she was now literally built for sex. On reflex, she spread her legs far apart, allowing Luci full access to her swollen womanhood. Kitten shuddered with ecstasy and delight when Luci's talented mouth began to tenderly suck, kiss and lap at her pussy, making the former Shadowcat meow in her desire for more.
"Yes, that's...it, girls," Joanna gasped, breaking a long, passionate kiss from Kimmi, her own body being expertly worshiped by the sexy shop girls. The platinum blonde was far more aggressive than the docile Kitten, and the future maid of honor roughly grabbed the back of Dalia's mass of golden curls and ground her bald pussy firmly against the pretty young thing's mouth, "Oh, Kitten! Isn't this absolute bliss?"
"Mmmmm-hmmm," Kitten moaned, breaking a long, tongue-filled kiss from Phoebe. There was no doubt Kitty Pryde’s mind had been twisted and warped into something that barely resembled the heroine she once was, but her selfless nature could still shine through from time to time. She lowered her head to Phoebe's bare tits and flicked her tongue back and forth over the hostess' rock-hard nipple. Kitten took as much pleasure in Phoebe's moans as she did in the blissful ministrations of the two shop girls tending to her body. "I've only ever been happier once, Joa-mmmph," she began, unable to help herself wrap her fat lips around Phoebe's swollen nipple in front of her. She released the delicious orb, before turning slightly to the over-sexed Joanna, "and that was when my absolute hunk of a man proposed!"