Even earlier that morning...
Victor Trask arrived in his office at the top floor of the Stepford Clinic, a cup of coffee in his hand, and looked out over the town bathed in the morning sunlight. He preferred his subterranean office located below the Clinic,but this afforded him a clear view of the Doll House. Today was going to be a big day for Ororo's progression into a true Stepford woman, and his clock twitched in his pants at the thought that his future wife was going to be helping him accomplish that very task.
Speaking of Kitten, he grabbed his electronic tablet and switched on the hidden cameras located in the Doll House apartment complex's penthouse suite to see how things were progressing. He smiled a predatory grin when he saw Kitten kneeling on the large bed as Ororo kissed, fondled, sucked and nibbled on the brunette's spectacular rack. This uninhibitedly erotic lesbian action Ororo's part was only proof that the subliminals had taken hold inside her mind and now it would be up to him, his staff and especially Kitten to mold and reshape her in mind and body into a happy, highly-sexualized woman he knew she could be.
Trask watched the screen and saw that FiFi had entered with a large breakfast tray full of fatty foods and the special milkshake all new Stepford women were required to drink. It was a special mixture of drugs inside the delicious beverage that was not only designed to soften women's bodies and fill them out, but also would soften their minds and open them up to even more subliminal conditioning. The milkshakes were also highly addictive, meaning that once Ororo took a sip she would want to drink at least three with every meal and even sprinkle some in as a mid-day snack. It was then something unexpected happened.
Ororo's exploration of Kitten's body was interrupted by FiFi's sudden appearance, and the chocolate-skinned former heroine was visibly startled. She instantly covered up her slim nude body and shouted in panic. This behavior wasn't a cause for concern on its own, but at the exact same time, Trask noticed thick black storm clouds were beginning to form over the Doll House from his view through his office's window.His curiosity piqued, the observant scientist looked back and forth between the nasty-looking clouds outside his window and the visibly-shaken Ororo on the tablet's screen. Kitten and the French Maid were doing their best to calm the once brave woman, and eventually it looked like they were succeeding as the formerly regal woman's panicked expression faded away with the black clouds quickly following suit, giving way to a picturesque sunny sky. Victor let out a huffed breath of relief, leaning back in his chair as he contemplated what needed to be done. He was definitely happy now that he'd already arranged for the good Doctors McCoy and Rao to attend the morning's staff meeting. Ororo needed her mutant abilities removed sooner rather than later and there was no one better than the two doctors to do just that.
*** Back to Kitten and Ororo's breakfast....
Ororo blinked several times as she watched Kitten scarf down a delicious looking crepe, a bit of excess cream dripping down her chin. The once heroic leader of the X-Men smiled stupidly around her thick straw at the distant memory the image conjured in her dulled mind and watched as the sexy brunette daintily licked the cream skillfully with her tongue. This gave the formerly regal woman a chance to openly and obviously drink in Kitten's exaggerated body and she couldn't help but sigh in delight at the picture of whorish perfection seated next to her on the large bed. Ororo had never felt more relaxed or so full, and yet she didn't hesitate when FiFi insisted she have more and more helpings of the French breakfast cuisine. It would have taken the old Ororo Monroe, Storm to the greater superhero community, more than a week to devour as many fatty sweets as she had during that meal but between FiFi, Kitten and the secret voices and commands implanted in her head, happily Ororo kept at it.
"Hmmmm," Kitten moaned loudly, taking a break from eating to place her pleased, yet vacant eyes on her dear friend. Ororo's own dulled eyes looked up to meet Kitten's, but the elder woman was somewhat distracted with slurping up the last bits of milkshake out of the cup. The brunette giggled at her friend's actions, "Enjoying the food, sweetie?"
"Oh, Kitten. Everything is so yummy!" Ororo purred, shaking the cup to prove it was empty. She couldn't help but giggle girlishly, as she beamed happily at her accomplishment. Her lips then fell in a playful pout as she pointed at the cup, "But I'm all done with my milkshake. FiFi, is there any more?"
"Bien sur. There iz alwayz more for Mademoiselle Ororo," FiFi chirped, handing Ororo a second milkshake before preparing a fresh croissant with butter and marmalade, "I am zo happy that you like my county'z food, az well az my new home'z deliziouz milkshakez. Thiz one iz a zweet, zweet ztrawberry."
"I don't think I've ever eaten this much in one sitting ever in my life!" Ororo exclaimed happily, thrusting the straw between her lips and sucking as much of the thick substance into her greedy mouth as she could. The back of her skull buzzed and once again, a mind-numbingly pleasant feeling spread through her body and soul. The once proud heroine giggled stupidly around her straw when she realized that there really was no way of knowing if what she had just said was correct or not. It was so hard to think, so instead, Ororo just followed Kitten and FiFi's suggestions on how to proceed.
"Come now, sweetie, how do you think Stepford women like us retain our girlish figures?" Kitten sighed, before shoving another croissant into her mouth. Ororo grew giddy at the thought that Kitten already regarded her as a Stepford woman. Like she belonged! It gave hope to the idea that she could be as sexy and as slutty as her two companions, and it just made her tingle all over. However, in the midst of this rush, her old personality that had been pushed so far down thanks to the subliminals and the drugged, fatty food rose up in resistance for an instant.
"Um, Kitten," Ororo said between long sucks from the straw.Her dulled blue eyes fell on Kitten's enormous, mouth-watering tits to her flat stomach that then flared out into a perfect hourglass figure, "This food can't really give you your perfect curves, can it? Wouldn't it just make you...um, fat? And not..." Ororo was about to try and describe the perfection she saw in Kitten's form, but she quickly trailed off as her gaze became lost in exploring her friend's curves.
"Well, Victor has told me that it's all too complicated for girls like us but he said that curves and tits like these," Kitten explained, cupping the large mounds on her chests, "require a LOT of nutrition to keep up. I guess it's not what you might expect at first, but you'll soon see that a Stepford woman's main goal is to look as perfect as possible and we stick to it 'cos it makes us so happy! So we always make sure to eat hearty meals like this to keep our bodies as good as they can be. Plus, we take plenty of trips to the salon, spa and even the clinic to get our looks just right. It's truly a wonderful life, Rori!"
Before Ororo had a chance to really mull over what Kitten had just enthusiastically said or thought about the merits of its logic, FiFi minced forward, "I'm zo zorry for interrupting, Mademoisellez, but I think it iz time for you two loviez to finish your mealz zo your day can really begin. It iz time for a shower, no?"
"Oooh!" Kitten squealed, drinking the last of her coffee.She dangled her feet off the bed and the French Maid quickly slipped wedged seven-inched-heeled shower sandals onto the voluptuous woman's feet, "Quick, finish your milkshake, Rori! This is going to be so much fun!"
Ororo gulped down the last remaining bits of the milkshake and followed Kitten and FiFi out of the guest room and into the common area of the apartment....
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