"You two hold tight, and I'll rescue X-23. The Professor' will be able to straighten this out."
Kitty watched as the blue-skinned mutant teleported away, and she moaned in frustration. Thankfully, Buttslut was still here.
She stood and thrust her impossible beachball-sized juggs forward, while tossing her new mountain of golden waves and curls. "Hey, Buttslut...if you suck Kitty's titties I'll fist yer big ass. Interested?"
Buttslut - her smooth, young body sausage-tight within her red leather bodysuit, save for her now exposed crotch and add - turned and wobbled her similarly inflated ass at her. They'd been teammates and best friends for years, but it was as if they'd only just noticed how beautiful the other was. Buttslut purred her delight and threw her arms around Kitty's massive titties; licking and suckling the fat, shotglass-sized nipples which here now Kitty's primary erogenous zones. Then, Buttslut bellowed like heifer in heat, and her big-titted friend clenched her fist and shoved it elbow deep into her ass, before setting up a rhythmic pumping. Butslutt and Kitty sank into their mutual depravities then, with no clear idea that anything had ever been different. Kitty thought of 'Buttslut' and fat-assed butt-freak, while Buttslut could only remember Kitty as a blond-haired girl with massive boobs. They remembered little about the X-Men or any previous existence. They lived only for their perverse pleasures.
Meanwhile, Nightcrawler teleported back, and found X-23 was now on hands and knees, tongue lolling and eyes looking both bright and dim at the same time. Naked, she now sported a tail with a fluffy puffball at the end, and oddly similar-looking puffball cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Her hair was long, yet oddly permed and poofed out in imitation of a stereotypical poodle. The fact that she also now had a row of tight, dog-like nipples running along her chest and down her tummy, as well as her diamond encrusted collar with 'Fifi' on the tag.
"Sit up, Fifi! Beg! Roll over, Fifi! There's a good doggy, Fifi! What a good doggy!"
The former X-23 was obviously delighted with this praise, and her tail wagged energetically as she barked and whined in delight. Her happy, empty eyes betrayed not a hint of her old personality.
Just then...the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants appeared. Magneto descended from above with The Toad and The Blob in tow. Magneto looked supremely confident, though somewhat confused by the appearance of X-23. The current Fifi yipped joyfully and bounded towards then, licking the Toads fat face and begging to be petted. Tim smiled as the short, fat little mutant smiled and played along, patting her and smiling as she licked his face. "Oh, my. Uh...good girl. Good girl."
Fifi wriggled in delight, her simple dogs brain overwhelmed with happiness.
Magneto cleared his throat, that began "I see you've already learned to indulge yourself. A valuable lesson. Human's are beneath you, Tim Torres. Your services would be of use to the Brotherhood..."
Nightcrawler watched as Tim Torres rose and went to Magneto. As he drew closer to him though, Magneto seemed to change...his regal body acquireing the lush, thick curves of a mature Mae West. His armor reformed into a glittering, metallic gown of purple, pink and silver, and his helmet became an outrageous, over-the-top 'Gainsborough' hat of gaudy plumes and glittery feathers. His features softened, grew plump, then his/her body seemed to move in time with some inaudible music.
"Oh..." the new Magneto gushed in throaty, husky moans "...so like I was sayin', Timmy...you're jus' th' kinda fella Maggie goes for. Why don't you come up an' see me sometime, big boy, an' Maggie'll find a...position for you in my organization."
The Blob looked confused and scared, but the Toad seemed curious. 'Maggie' just kept licking her full lips, shifting her body from hip to hip, and patting her silvery hair lie a vamp in a silent movie.
"So..." thought Nightcrawler "...this is much more dangerous than I'd thought. I better inform the Professor."