Follow Ms. Braddock.

"Hey-wait up! Shit-fuck." I rushed over, fumbling to get my pants up and my bulky length stuffed back in them. I got through the doorway right as the doors whooshed shut. Resting back against the smooth metal wall as I zipped up, I got the distinct impression those things weren't the kind to nicely nudge you before opening again. More like they'd slice you in half or something which was stupid, who would make elevator doors like that?

Ms. Braddock was silent. As expected, she didn't care that I'd invited myself into her super secret high-tech elevator.

"So..." I brazenly broke the awkward silence, "Is this thing going to move sometime or-"

The doors blipped open and instead of the plain office, I was looking at a weirdly angled hallway with silvery walls. What the- the apparently way more than a teacher walked off the elevator, her heels clacking rather loudly in the passage beyond and I followed. Who built like this? I was honestly getting the impression of being on some spaceship like the Tantive IV, you know the one, C-3PO and R2-D2 bumbling around with rebels and stormtroopers shooting each other?

"So was that the Tardis? We just teleported up to the mothership? What the fuck, lady, is going on?"

"Nothing so fantastic, Axel. This is the mansion's subbasement, the true headquarters of the X-Men." she said that like it was the most mundane stupid thing.

I stopped short. Ho-ly-shit. The school was just a facade for a mutant-supremacist terrorist group! Haha, No, I don't watch Fox News. But still! The X-Men. The X-Fucking MEN! (and WOMEN-BUSTY HOT SUPERHEROINE WOMEN!). They were right up there with the Avengers and motherfucking Alphaflight! Mother. Of. God. Ms. Monroe was STORM! Holy fuck! How had I not recognized her? How many hot as fuck black women with sexy accents and snow white hair did I think there were? I. Had. Sucked. The. Bigblacktitties. Of. Storm!!!!!

Oh god. Mrs. Grey was..................................

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...................... I'm a complete idiot.

Of course, she was Jean Grey. THAT Jean Grey. The original Marvel Girl!

"Nothing so fantastic, you say!" I finally managed to blurt to no one.

While I'd had my freak out, she'd kept walking and she was way down the hall. I jogged to catch up, "Th-that...ha....that makes you-"

Wait. Who did that make her? The team had Cyclops and Beast, Angel, Wolverine, Storm, Rogue, Colossus, a rotating smattering of others...but no, wait hadn't there been some fly ninja looking chick with magic purple knives in Kansas City last year when that interdimensional portal opened with an invasion from alternate magical Rome?

That had to be Ms. Braddock. Jesus. Purple hair purple knives...

She wasn't interested in my freak out as she entered a room that had an automatic Star Trek door. It closed right behind her, all implacable knob-less metal facing me, but when I stepped forward it glided open quickly. Seriously, who was putting this much effort into doors?

I found myself within a futuristic looking locker room, Ms. Braddock stepping onto a circular pad at the center ringed with several banks of high-tech machinery.

"So that makes you..." I tried again as I approached, wondering what she was doing.

Her fingers tapped at a tablet-like display sticking out at her hip, "Psylocke."

"God bless you."

She ignored my comment.

"Okay. What the fuck is a Psylocke?"

She sighed slightly before smirking minutely at me, "A good question. It sounds menacing mostly. The idea being that I can 'lock' your psyche should I so wish."

I opened my mouth to respond with an awesome statement when her clothes abruptly decided to stop existing, the pad she stood on blinking rapidly. Holy. Fuck. Her breasts were massive, like huge twin jugs, they stuck out a mile and were capped by aureoles that were large and brown, surging outward all on their own. I'd seen them before when I'd inadvertently played with her boobs right out of her top but now I could witness them without any distraction. Her aureoles alone were big, more than five inches wide, and they puffed out exquisitely from the surrounding flesh of her breasts, causing the surging nature of her breasts to surge even farther.

The rest of her figure was very trim and lithe, her smooth abdomen just slightly showing the washboard of her six-pack of muscles. Her hips were wide and ferociously curved, her mons absolutely shorn of every last hair.

The circular pad blinked again and she was instantly clothed once more. Though 'clothed' was a relative term. A glossy black-blue bathing suit clung to every inch of Psylocke's curves. It left her shoulders and copious amounts of her hips bare , blue straps wrapping her arms and upper thighs, long gloves and high heeled boots encasing her limbs. A red sash was around her tiny waist right above the big swell of her hips.

She frowned as she looked down at herself, her hands touching her chest, "Computer, modify this uniform. Decrease breast coverage to twenty-five percent, keeping nipples covered and increase underwire support by fifty percent."

I watched with raised eyebrows as the pad lit up and her bathing suit morphed, holes appearing at the top of her chest and swiftly growing to reveal ever more astonishing slopes of her large breasts. The holes became all-encompassing until the material was simply covering Ms. Braddock's nipples and little else, the three inch bands of purple coming up from her arm-pits and stopping just past Psylock's big nipples, leaving three-quarters of her massive breasts fully exposed.

"Well, If you're going to do that! Wouldn't it be normal for you to leave.....fuck.... nintey-five percent of that fine fucking ass exposed too..." Somehow I was throbbing and hard once again and it should be no surprise that my poor brain was being effected.

"Certainly." commented Psylocke as if this were the most neutral observation in the world and she continued, "Computer, modify this uniform. Decrease posterior coverage by nintey-five percent."

Before my eyes, the blue material covering her ass receded, revealing ever more of her perfect sexy ass to the point that it was little more than a g-string clutched tightly between her exquisite ass-cheeks.

"So yea... nothing strange about clothing yourself to my exact specifications, huh?"

She stepped off the pad, "As you said, I possess an amazing body. Being a so called superhero actually has relatively few perks at least for mutants, that one can go scantily clad while you work is one."

Wow. She was sort of vain. I mean, she was totally right but this statement didn't really fit the serious way she held herself. Then again, nothing really fit. Was I still thinking this lady was the evil mastermind?

"Okay. Uh-huh. Can we talk about that machine for a second? You have some super high-tech device just to change your clothes?"

She crossed her arms underneath her boobs, causing them to swell and I could pretty much see every inch of that happy motion, "The subbasement has been upgraded completely with Shi-ar technology. This mechanism is standard in their changerooms. That's why we have one. It's quite convenient."

"I'll say. Can I try it?" I had no idea what Shi-ar technology was supposed to mean but I also didn't care. This was just cool! I walked right past her to hop on to the pad, "It's not going to mix me into some sort of human/clothing hybrid? How does this work?"

Interestingly enough, Psylocke didn't just immediately leave the room as soon as I stopped standing in front of the doorway like I'd expected. Instead she wandered over, "It's perfectly safe." She grabbed the screen and it pivoted on a swivel and she began to tap at it.

"Wait. What happens to my clothes?"

"They're saved and stored."

The edges of the pad lit up and I was abruptly naked, my schlong happy to be free and slapping against my thighs.

"You truly do have the biggest penis, don't you?" Psylocke was staring at it with the slightest of smirks.

"So uh..." Blood rushed to my cock now that it wasn't constricted, I was plenty aroused by just her sexy busty body in that fetish outfit and the fact that I was now fully nude and ready to go, yea I was steadily erecting out into the air between us, "Is being naked really necessary between outfits?"

She frowned slightly and cocked her head, "Actually no. Why did I... Huh. Anyway, here."

Weirdly, I was suddenly wearing a skin-tight garment, stretching across my whole body starting at the neck and going all the way to my feet which included a comfortable pair of boots. Seeing myself in a mirror across the way, I saw it was dark blue with a thick yellow X wrapped around my waist and centered right above my-

My dick was still out. This outfit had a cut-out right in the crotch, fitting perfectly to the base of my prick as it happily waved in front of me.

I looked at her, "Seriously?"

Oh she looked all kinds of amused, her tone was actually playful for once, "What? You don't enjoy showing off your amazing body parts as well? Oh I know that is a lie. You've shown this enormous slab of cock-meat to practically every woman you've encountered today."

Okay, she had me there...