Title

Charles seeks out Masque for help in living his dream.

by Anzaleth
Storyline Almost Got 'Em
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Previous Chapter Professor X's fantasy for drag increases

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"Professor?" 

Jean and Scott glanced inside the room to see Professor X standing in front of his memory, posing with a tight red dress and a ridiculous wig, long black locks piled high on his head.

"What are you doing, Professor?" Cyclops asked.

"Oooo, chu surprised me!" Professor X said. "Jus' preparin' to make my dreams come true, jes? I know someone who can help me."

"Help you?" Jean asked.

"Si, Jean. Me become the naughty  headmistress. Now, I theenk I know where to go. Maybe you drive, jes? Ju help your old headmistress?"

*  * *

"Uhhh! UHHHHH! Gonna paint yer face pretty, bitch! GGHHHHH!"

Storm gripped her huge black dick, spraying ropes of cum all over the kneeling Titties. 

"OOooo! Make me pretty!" Titties squealed. "Make my face pretty!"

* * *

Previously, Mesmero and Masque had decided to test their new abilities before dealing with the X-Men. And they had been concerned that some of the supervillains might get under foot. So, to kill two birds with one stone, they had visited a bar that was frequented by numerous of the less intellectual evil mutants. Now the bar was certainly very different....

Loud techno music blared from what had become steamiest, kinkiest most intense gay nightclub in the state.

Frederica Dukes, the former Blob, was crooning on the stage. Her hair was long and silky platinum, and he was dressed in a tight black rubber dress that hugged every body of his ample figure, including an impressive pair of fake boobs. The lisping drag queen's face was caked with make-up, and he strongly resembled the drag queen actress Divine. 

Various former villains were listening with eager grins, including Unus -- the studly, handsome love of Frederica's life. Also there was the surprisingly unchanged Pyro, along with Avalanche, who had become a big bawdy 'drag queen' with a bit of a Cher obsession in tight black leather and fishnets, though still with his silvery helmet, polished and gleaming. Off to one side as the Toad, who had become a hulking brawny "leather daddy." Perched on Toad's large legs were two petite utterly effeminate sissies, cooing about what a big stud he was as they snuggled and kissed him.

The whole  room was having the time of their lives.


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