His mind swam with dancing visions of superheroines in thrall to him and resized to the level of Amazons like his newly 6' 4" Asian beauty, when he shook his head fuzzily, as if trying to clear it. Images of himself - a more muscular, glowing Adonis version of himself - fucking Psylocke flitted through his mind. He distantly realized that the telepath's lustful dreams were being transmitted into his head. With a smile, he reached down and tweaked one of her large, dark nipples.
"Uhhh! Master! Psylocke love Master!" groaned Betsy Braddock in a sultry, sleepy whisper. An image of his own hand, albeit bigger and stronger, pulling on the woman's gigantic teat flashed through his mind. It made him smile and got him hard again but he stopped and took a breath.
His own clothes were torn to shreds, as was the ninja's former outfit, and the place where he'd dosed women with his former teacher was now snapped in several places. He whistled under his breath as he surveyed the damage. This certainly wasn't part of his plan! And the monosyllabic nature of Betsy Braddock's conversation worried him. What use was a telepath if she was an utter imbecile, albeit much stronger and larger? Would she still remember her ninja training? He rubbed the bridge of his nose and got up to stand, only for his foot to nudge a broken piece of board . . . one that flipped over and revealed a tape recorder and a note.
"Play me, you utter twit. - A." read the note in his teacher's neat, precise script.
The Alchemist frowned and pressed play on the tape recorder.
"Dearest Student,
If you are playing this, I've passed on and you've no doubt tried to pursue an avenue I warned you against. You've most likely tried to use our little love potion on a mutant or, heavens forbid, a metahuman female of some other sort. You always thought I was too cautious about capturing mutant lovelies for my pleasure - just a scarred, doddering old man. Did it never occur to you that I may have had a REASON for doing so?"
The Alchemist began to get nervous.
"I accidentally used N. 10 on a mutant girl before you became my apprentice. As it turns out, the results are wildly unpredictable. Yes, yes, she remains madly in love and lust with us, the administers of the serum . . . but their bodies and minds undergo radical transformations. The first time I accidentally dosed a mutant, the little slip of a thing I'd thought was human suddenly grew into a superstrong Amazon with knockers like a set of bean bags and nearly fucked me to death! I had to call her off but the command to not fuck me short circuited her brain and I was left with a gorgeous Amazon in a coma. I can only hope you've survived your first mutant conquest long enough to find this message."
He blinked. Psylocke hadn't hurt him, despite her obviously increased strength. Was it because she had sensed his fear with her telepathy?
As if hearing his worried thoughts, Psylocke awoke, stretching her long legs and muscular new body like a cat, blinking and focusing slowly on him with her violet eyes.
"Master not happy? Psylocke help!" she purred.
Before he could speak a word, she crawled over to him on her hands and knees, then took his cock between her lips and began to gently suck him off. He groaned in delight. It seemed she was most certainly telepathic enough to respond to his every thought or feeling. The sensation was so delightful and the sight of this massive, magnificent specimen of womanhood on her hands and knees sucking his cock so beautiful, he missed a good portion of what his former mentor was saying.
"-out of the hospital, I vowed to avoid mutants. Of course, you can never tell with some of them. Not three months later, I accidentally dosed another girl, a leggy redhead who turned out to be hiding some mildly enhanced senses. What she ended up utterly unable to hide after I dosed her were a set of tits bigger than her head! Now, I would not have minded that at all, but she also ended up growing fur, a tail and cat ears! Not to my taste at all, I'm afraid, so I sent her out into the wild with instructions to simply forget about me. The point is that the serum seems to incite extreme growth in mutant women, along with unpredictable side effects to their powers."
He looked down at Betsy Braddock, groaning slightly in a mixture of delight and worry as she sucked him off. Would her telepathy still work? Could she still function well enough or be smart enough to take orders and help him capture other women?
"I highly recommend against using the serum on other metahuman women as I've no idea as they'll react to it. I only hope that this note finds you doing well and that the one mutant girl you've obviously captured provides you with more help than hindrance. I've left detailed notes on my previous mutant subjects hidden underneath the third floorboard on the left. Do be more careful, won't you Reginald? Godspeed, you horny, short-sighted loon."
The tape clicked to a stop.
Psylocke began to deep throat him more intensely, her wild mane of purple hair flying around as she looked up at him adoringly. He heard a lustful thought blare in his mind in her sexy voice, even as she began swirling her long tongue around his cockhead.
"Betsy still have powers! Betsy even STRONGER now! Betsy HELP Master get women! Make Master HAPPY!"
A powerful, almost burning tingle of pleasure rocked through his mind even as her mouth finally made him cum. She swallowed his cum with a series of happy little "mmmmph!" noises.
"What- what did you just do?" he asked, gasping.
Betsy pulled back and got to her knees, looking proud as she thrust out her huge new titties and licked a bit of cum off of her purple lips.
"Betsy make it so other women fuck Master! Love Master!" she purred proudly. "Did Betsy do good?"
The Alchemist smiled nervously and wondered what she just did, exactly, and how strong she really was now - mentally, that is.
Little did he know that even as her intellect shrunk, her psychic powers had been beefed up alongside her muscles and tits, making her the most powerful telepath on Earth . . . but he'd soon find out.
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