Built to fuck.
Kitty Pryde had heard the phrase before, usually whispered when Emma or Storm was nearby, but she never thought it would apply to herself. Literally as well as figuratively.
Logan had taken her to the Presidential Suite in a 5-star hotel whose manager owed him a favor. It was, he explained, the last place anyone would think to look for the rough and tumble Wolverine while they made preparations to get to Canada undetected. Or at least, that's what she thought he said. Her new body made it so deliciously difficult to concentrate.
Nude, she reached out an arm to wipe the steam off the bathroom mirror after her two hour long shower. Cleaning herself after months spent in a grimy Morlock cell would be hard enough but her new body . . . she had cum hard soaping her massive new tits at least six times, they were so wonderfully sensitive. Her ass cheeks and lips tingled deliciously as well when the hard spray of hot water hit them, reminding her of how her hips bucked and how her pussy went into overdrive with each spanking Callisto had delivered and every time her sensitive nips slammed against the rough mattress beneath her. To her shame and horror, it had been the best sex of her life. Kitty had been so conflicted between her mind and her body when Logan first showed up to save her but not anymore.Emma had freed her.Now she just wanted more.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw her new self for the first time. Dick-sucking lips in a permanent pout with big blue eyes in a much younger-looking face that on it's own made her look like a surprised barely legal airhead. Of course, who would be looking at her face anymore?
The living advertisement for sex in the mirror thrust out her massive tits and so did she. God, they were huge - bigger than Emma's, maybe even bigger than She-Hulk's. The watermelon-sized beauties jutted out from her collarbone without an inch of sag, aureoles the size of teacups with thick perky pink nipples the size of her thumbs perfectly centered in the middle. She remembered envying her friend Rachel Summers with a smile - she didn't have to envy anyone ever again. She reached out and, having to use two hands, lifted one of her enormous boobs so she could suck on one of her nipples. Her sensitive lips met the equally sensitive nub and she sucked hard. For a moment, she nearly blacked out, cumming almost immediately from twin sensations. She caught herself on the edge of the sink, barely, gasping and squealing with delight. Her tit flew out of her mouth with an audible popping noise as she came.Shuddering in delight, she stood up again, twirling around to look at her new ass. Her old dancer's ass was lovely, as were her legs but now? Now it was as if she was some sort of sex doll come to life. Trim, shapely legs tapered up to a bubble butt that would make Kim Kardashian jealous, sitting below an impossibly tiny waist and taut belly. Her pussy mound was devoid of hair, leaving nothing to stop her own juices from trickling down her taut thighs.
"Built. To. Fuck." she purred at her reflection in the mirror. "And it feels soooo good!"
Emma Frost had put in the basic commands in the time she'd had available. Kitty knew that she was Remy's hot little whore now and would get all the fucking she could ever ask for and more - once she got back to him. That was the problem. Stupid Logan thought he was saving her, the idiot, when she just wanted to get fucked as much as possible. She'd been commanded to keep him away from her Master. At the same time, she also had commands to keep her Master appraised of their locations at all times, as well as to as to get in the way of him contacting any other mutants or superhumans for help.
Stepping out of the bathroom completely nude, she sauntered over to the lavish bed and took the laptop she'd begged Logan to get her off the nightstand. He thought she was going to hack into Avengers Mansion's databases as well as Xavier's to see how deep "Kilgrave's" corruption went. What she was really doing was letting her Master and Pimp know which hotel they were at (The Stanford Arms) and what Logan was doing right now (out trying to find clothes that would fit her ridiculously sexy new body and other supplies for the journey north).
"What are my new orders?" Kitty asked via IM, barely able to see the laptop over her new immense rack.
"Keep him busy and don't let him leave the city." came the reply from Emma Frost's email address. "Oh, and make sure to tell Jubilee and Armor they need to meet Logan at the following address as soon as possible, dressed as hookers to blend in."
Kitty smiled and did as she was told. Truth be told, she was getting hot already at the thought of bringing out the animal in Logan . . .
***
The Wasp moaned as the Pym Particle Chamber began to alter her body to the absurd proportions she'd programmed in, visions of being a celebrity slut dancing through her head. Soon, she'd be ready for her close-up with her new Masters!