Logan look in horror on the tiny, incredibly cute little minx that stared back at her from the mirror. Her eyes were a wide, guileless blue above her adorable snub of a nose and sweet, plump lips set in a natural cupids bow. She was short (like always)
but her muscle tone was all soft, curvy hips, thighes, slim waist and huge boobs. The only thing about her that seemed in the least little bit 'Wolverine' was her hair...and even that was wrong. Her golden blond hair was styled and swept up on either side
of her lovely face into a pair of lush, inward-curving swoops, though behind her the hair was long, lush and hung to her ass in feather-light waves.
"Really cute, doll. Real fuckin' cute." said X-23 with a snear.
"Yeah, Wolvie..." husked Jubilee as Sabertooth cuped one of her boobs "...yer practically a kid again."
They were right. She was...young. a teenager, she guessed. The cute, innocent face seemed all 'sweet-sixteen-and-never-been-kissed' as Sabertooth reached out and goosed the tiny girl. Wolverine squealed and squirmed away...but there was no escape. She
looked back at them in horror, and though she popped her claws (thank goodness they were still there) and tried to look tough...she knew it was hopeless. Her claws were shorter than they had been, for one thing...and though sharp and deadly, she had the sinking
feeling that she wouldn't be able to use them even if she tried. She looked at the brutish trio...and her knees went weak. She was so tiny and soft...they'd hurt her...she should just surrender and give them what they wanted...
"Don' none o' yo lays a hand on dat sweet, lil' chille!" thundered Mammy Ororo, and though Wolverine was still horrified by her appearance (she'd gotten even fatter - a great, wobbling globe of a woman, squeezed into her old costume and waddling in
an exagerated way) she was also glad. With tears in her eyes, she scampered towards Ororo and hid behind her, clinging to her and shuddering. What had happened to Storm was a crime, but at least she was big and strong. She felt safe and secure with the massive
woman, and she calmed down as one of Mammy Ororo's large, soft hands stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. "Dis heah be a quality gal, yo' savages. She jus' a sweet, lil princess an' not fo' de likes o' yo' t' be messin' wit! She needs t' be took care
of, an' dats Mammy's job. Now scat, an' lets Mammy do her job."
With a smile, Sabertooth, Jubilee and X-23 swaggered off, and Wolverine began to cry. Mammy Ororo swept her into a comforting hug, her thick, dought arms drawing her close to her massive belly and breasts. She soothed and sang to her, and gradually...Wolverine
calmed down. No longer simply 'fat', Mammy had become a great, round globe of chocolatey blubber. Her smiling, thick-lipped face was surrounded and supported by thick chins, blubbery jowls and dominated by a large, wide nose. Only her hair - still long, white
and silky - hadn't changed.
She scooped Wolverine up into her arms and waddled down a long hall, crooning and singing to her much as you would a frightened child. Wolverine sniffed and wiped away tears, saying "Th-th-thanks, Storm. I was scared that they'd..."
The massive woman laughed a great, belly-shaking laugh, and set her down before a dark room. "Aint no 'Storm' no mo', lil princess. Now I's jus' yo' big, ol' Mammy Ororo, an' dats jus' fine. I usa be awl uppity an' thought I wuz a Queen an' a Goddess.
Missus Krieger done put me in ma' place. She showed meh I ain' nuttin' but a 'Mammy', an' thank de Lawdy fo dat. Usa be awl skinny an' such, but Missus Krieger, she say 'A Mammy likes yo' should be nice an' big an' soft', an' dats whut she made me. Now I's
always happy an' singin' an' ain' gotta worry 'bout nuttin' but doin' jus' whut I's tol' t' do. An' right now, lil' Princess...I's tol' t' gets yo ready t' see's yo' Mamma."
While she talked, she waddled into a room that looked like a childs bedroom. A little girls, exactly. The room was a pink, lacy wonderland of fluff, lace and stuffed animals. But also...
The bed - a pink, princess canopy bed with ruffles and lace - had a pattern of swastikas...as did the wall-paper...and even the thick carpet. She looked around, and saw them...everywhere.
"Nein...I mean, no....it's....um..."
Mammy laughed, and that laugh seemed so...right and proper...who was she to take away Mammys happiness? To force Mammy back into her position of responsibility and worry and deny her her current life of cheerful labor. It...would be unfair. She watched
as Mammy Ororo waddled towards a closet and removed certain items...and she smiled. She looked so right. A big, cuddly domestic who was born and raised to sooth children, cook meals and...
Had she salwys worn her hair like that? On either side of her head Mammy's hair was braided and bound up into a pair of large, braided buns bound with red and black ribbons. And her clothes were no longer her old costume, but rather...a maids uniform.
It...was comical, in its own way. Her massive body was scooped and tucked into a black uniform with red and white lace accents, her massive breasts shoved forward and scooped up in a lacy bodice. From under her skirts were glimpsed layers and layers of white,
lacy skirts...she looked positivly 'Germanic' in a way.
"Hear yo is, Princess." she laughed as she handed Wolverine a pair of lacy undergarments. He was so uncomfortable being naked that he took them with a sigh of relief and even allowed Mammy Ororo (wait...was that her name?) to help dress her. He sighed
as his breasts were scooped up and cuddled into a pair of jucy mounds...their constant bouncing and jiggling no longer a distraction. Lacy panties covered her sweet pussy (her?) and she (she?) was accepted the rest of the outfit with a smile. It was...well,
it was very cute.
"Heah yo is, Lulu..." Mammy said, and Lulu slipped the blue off-the-shoulder, dirndl-style dress, the lacey white bodice that both covered and flaunted her big breasts, ruffled pettiskirt with little black bows and accents. Yellow lace hose were rolled
up her soft, toned legs and her feet were slipped into blue mary janes with little yellow bows. She looked so sweet...but also sexy as heck. Like a fetishized Bavarian Beer Maiden.
She...the colors of yellow and blue...her costume...Wolverine?
"Ah, I see she is ready." a low, husky voice purred, and Lulu Krieger torned to see a tall, blond woman. For a momant, her brain held onto the name "Kitty Pryde" but them...then...
"Mein Mutter!" she squealed and acampered to the woman...she knew she loved her more than anything in the world...and as she hugged her, she thought "My friend? No! My Mother! Mein Mutter!"
"Yah, Lulu. My little Lulu Krieger. My sweet, little Kitten." and Lulu remembered that SHE was the one everyone called Kitten. Not Katheryn, but Lulu. Katheryne Krieger was her mother, and she was sweet, spoiled Lulu 'Kitty' Krieger. She huged and kissed
her mother, weeping at the strange, confused worries she'd had before, but overjoyed that she'd found her way. She hugged Mammy Ororo - who had nursed her as an infant and had worked for the Krieger family all her life, and she sang out "Oh Mutter! Oh Mammy!
Kitten is zo happy!"
Then...she saw them. Sabertooth, Jubilee and X-23. The three brutes that served her family as bodyguards and...other things.
Lulu went weak in the knees as she sauntered free of her Mother and Mammy. She was sixteen, after all. She was almost a grown woman. She had cartain...needs.
"Guten Abend, herr Creed..." she sang in her sweet, high voice "...so sorry zat I ran off earlier. Perhaps ze three of us could...become better friends?
Katheryn Krieger watched as her slutty-but-sweet daughter went off with her three 'friends' and smiled. She was so very happy. She'd made life safe and happy for her very best friends. Mammy Ororo was happy, healthy and jolly as a Christmass goose,
and poor Wolverine would love being her daughter. The nickname 'Kitty' had been an inspired choice. But...she couldn't let little Lulu marry Sabertooth. No, she had just the right person in mind for that duty...and it would be nice to see Nightcrawler and
Wolverine together again. 'Lulu Wagner' had a nice ring to it.