Armor fidgeted uncomfortably in the tight neon-pink stretchy tube dress Jubilee had forced her into. It wasn't like Hisako had much in the way of curves to show off in it but the 16-year-old mutant girl was modest and didn't care for having to dress like a cheap whore. She wobbled in the matching pink 4-inch open toe heels and tried to pull down the dress a little to hide her ass, blushing furiously.
"Stop fidgeting. You're gonna give us away." grumbled Jubilee at the younger girl. Since her loss of her powers and transformation into a vampire, she'd gained a lot of confidence and life experience for her meager age of 22. Having to dress like a prostitute didn't bother her nearly as much - in fact, a part of her enjoyed the glances men made towards her tight ass in the skintight black leather miniskirt she wore along with a matching black bikini top to show off her modest cleavage. She licked her canines and tried to ignore the image of seducing a John only to rip out his throat moments later. Her bloodlust was still something new to her but the meditation exercises Logan had given her had helped.
Speaking of which - where the hell was he?
"Girls! Quickly! In here." came a posh, familiar voice from the door to a nearby warehouse.The two Asian girls ran inside quickly and heard the door bolt behind them.
"Good, you made it and dressed as instructed. Perfect." Emma Frost said, smiling. "Have a seat."
The two girls sat down obediently in two folding chairs in front of a screen and next to what looked like an old slide projector. Both of them trusted and respected their teacher and former mentor so they were unprepared for what was to come.
"What's going on, Miss Frost?" Hisako said nervously.
"Yeah, it's been days since you, Rogue or Psylocke checked in - Scott's been going crazy." Jubilee said with a frown.
"Believe me, a lot has happened and it would be far, FAR easier for me to simply show you telepathically than it would be to use this tedious display Logan has set up for us." she said, gesturing at the slide projector with disdain. "Open your minds to me, completely and quickly - there's a lot that you're going to have to take in."
Both girls opened up their minds, not noticing the evil grin on Emma's face.
"You both trust and love Logan without question?" came the voice in their heads.
"Yes, of course!" came the response.
"Well then, if you trust Logan, you must also trust that whatever I tell you is both good and necessary."
Jubilee and Armor didn't even notice that the calm sentence was actually a command.
"You two dressed as cheap whores tonight - it is very, very important that you keep dressing this way."
Both girls nodded. If Emma said it, it was good and necessary to do it.
"If you trust me and want to be helpful, you must look and act as whorish as possible. No one must doubt even for a second that you are cheap Asian whores."
Both girls grimaced but nodded. If they wanted to help, acting like cheap Asian whores was just the necessary price to pay.
"Now, what is necessary to look like a whore?" came the question in their minds.
"Lots of makeup." Jubilee thought.
"Super huge boobs - no offense, Miss Frost." Armor thought with a blush.
"None taken, dear - go on."
"Slutty clothes." Jubilee thought decisively.
"No underwear. Like at all. Or only barely there stuff." Armor added.
"Very good, girls. So, as Armor has said, huge boobs are very important to look like whores. Do either of you have huge boobs?"
Armor and Jubilee looked down. The obvious answer stared them in the face.
"Uh, can't we look like cheap whores without huge boobs?" Jubilee thought, her mind prickling with suspicion.
"You can look like cheap whores but you'd be much better at it if nobody looked closely at your faces. Remember, Logan needs you to look as whorish as possible."
Armor and Jubilee nodded, slowly. It did make a sort of sense.
"Besides which, each of you has always wanted big fake tits. This should be a dream come true."
Each girl found themselves smiling now. They finally had an excuse to get the big fake tits they'd always dreamed of!
"Now then, relax and open your minds. Try to fill them with the sluttiest, most depraved and disgusting sexual thoughts you have. Each of you - imagine the perfect whore."
Each girl slowly relaxed and pictured the skankiest sluts imaginable. To the virginal Hisako, it was just some dumb bimbo skank - any girl who let a guy do whatever they wanted to her, spoke like a total airhead and loved dressing like a skank to show off her body (especially her gigantic titties). To the more experienced Jubilee, it was a stereotypical Asian whore who spoke broken English, would fuck guys or girls (or anything that moved) but constantly wanted a mouthful of cock.
"If you love Logan, this is who you want to be. This is who you need to be. This is who you are now."
The girls eyes rolled back into their heads as the images of the perfect whores became their new goals in life . . . because this was what Logan wanted.
"What are you now?"
"Whores." the two girls said in unison.
Emma smiled. This couldn't be any more perfect. Now, it was time to make up for her earlier failure. As the two young Asian girls tried to think how they could embody their new whore selves as perfectly as possible, the White Queen dialed her former plastic surgeon whom was waiting at a nearby clinic. In a fit of irony, some of Wolverine's blood itself stolen from the Beast's lab by her Lord and Master would speed up the healing process needed from the radical cosmetic surgeries each girl was about to undergo.
"Hello, Doctor. Your patients are ready. Prepare the H-cup implants and the, mmm, let's say DD-cup implants as well as some collagen for lips implants."
Eying Hisako critically, she added "And a pair of butt implants as well. Wouldn't want her to be counterbalanced by her new H-cups, would we?"
***
"Logan, wait! My boobs popped out of my dress again." Kitty whined.
Logan closed his eyes and counted to ten. He opened them again and Kitty had stuffed her impossibly huge and perky tits back into place but this made the short green dress hit her at maybe two inches below the thigh, showing off her full, round ass and long legs instead. The poorly fitting dress was just the quickest thing he could grab . . . but it was becoming increasingly clear that Kitty would need to shop at fetish stores at the rest of her natural life if they weren't able to change her back to her old self. That fucking body . . .
"Dammit, Kitty, just hold them in place if you have to! We don't have much time." he growled, trying not to think about ramming his cock into her like a wild animal as they walked down the hotel staircase to the lobby.
"I would but they're so damn sensitive!" she whimpered. "Just like my ass and my lips and . . . I can't even walk without wanting sex- needing it! "
He heard her trail off with a whimper, his hypersensitive nose picking up on the smell of her pussy getting wet again.
"M-maybe, mmm, it would be faster if I grabbed you and we phased to the bottom of the stairs? It would make me, um, jiggle way less." Kitty panted, clearly close to losing control and fondling herself.
Logan wondered if he could stand to have her touch him without losing control as well . . .