Logan angrily punched the buttons of his X-Men communicator. Why wasn't the damn thing working? Some of his fellow X-Men had arrived at the party with him, where were they? He needed help to stop this!
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Madame MacEvil and Moondragon shared a passionate kiss, relishing in the debauchery they were causing. As soon as they were done, Madame broke lip contact and turned to the three immobile figures standing behind them.
"Oh I'm sorry, ladies. I won't keep you waiting any longer."
Standing there stiff as statues or mannequins were Emma Frost, Storm and Psylocke, three of the X-Men who had accompanied Wolverine to the wedding. Emma was as usual tarted up with thigh-high white stockings, miniskirt, top and jacket, Storm was in an elegant long black dress and Psylocke was in a purple shiny short dress. They were absolutely lovely, each a picture of feminine beauty in their own way. And that's why Madame had become angry with them.
"Now, as you all know, this is our wedding, and that means we should be the center of attention. Us, not you mutant tramps" Madame purred.
"You... you..." Emma grunted through gritted teeth.
It was hard for the combined mental assault to keep Emma frozen and mentally neutered as the telepath struggled constantly against the control, occasionally erupting in a string of very unladylike curses.
"Tut tut... such dirty thoughts from such a refined lady" Moondragon said as the brides sashayed over to the frozen X-women.
"As I said, we should be the center of attention and we're tired of you girls stealing our thunder. And since we're not going to change, that means you have to. Into the booths ladies!" Madame cackled.
The three beautiful women walked into the open booths of the morphogenetic reconstructor Reed had constructed for the brides before his.. accident. The machine filled most of the wall and had a line of open tubes along the wall where people could stand to be changed. Madame had already used it to great success at the party, and she now was fervently pushing buttons and regulating the controls. As Emma, Storm and Psylocke took their place in the booths, Madame and Moondragon pushed the activation switch together and watched the machine hum to life. Multicolored energy surged through the device and into the pads in each booth, showering the occupants.
The three statuesque beautiful x-women began shrinking in stature as their bodies changed. Their breasts shrank and collapsed, their hips narrowed, their jaws broadened and their waists expanded. Rather than soft smooth curves their bodies developed slight muscle tone. As the glow of the machine died down, Madame and Moondragon walked over to survey their work. Instead of the beautiful women who had entered, there were three young adolescent boys standing in the booths blinking in confusion.
Emma was now a blond-haired pale-skinned boy with a very handsome face, Storm was an athletic black boy with white hair and Psylocke was a short asian boy with purple hair. As the changed X-Men were still staring at themselves and one another, Madame and Moondragon quickly rushed over and tugged at their clothes. The beautiful dresses were pulled down and off, revealing three thick dicks that were stiffening at the touch of the two villainesses. Jewelry, shoes and underwear was quickly removed, leaving the three new boy love slaves naked and embarrassed. The change had affected their minds as well as their bodies, and they were quickly reacting to the nearness of two such beautiful women just like any boy would.
"Competition eliminated and three new boys to pleasure the growing number of girls at the wedding" Madame cackled.
"Beautiful, love" Moondragon agreed.
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