She managed to reach Ororo and grunted out something like "Get yo' dick in ma' puzzy." before waves of lust drove all thought from her head. Behind her, the questionnaire continued to question, but she was too drunk/stoned/horney to even acknowledge it. So...it filled in another random option...then another...and another...

 

   Ororo was barely thinking straight by the time she stumbled to the door of the gross, little basement apartment she'd been directed to. She knew that her own questionnaire had continued to ding and vibrate, but she'd ignored it. She had to get to...Kitty? The name Kitty kept bubbling around her head, but it no longer seemed right, and the image that went with it was cloudy. She pounded on the door.

 

   "Kitty!" She bellowed in a deep, masculine voice. She was a she male, yes...her big, black tits thrusting forward with pride...but those tits were attached to a body that was so hulkingly over muscled that most people assumed she was some halfway there tranny. Her fists were balled up and pounding the door. "Kitty! Don't be afraid, Kitty! I'm still me inside! I'm hear to help you."

 

   A husky, mature voice slid out from under the door like butter. "Does yo' be habbin whut Mamma needs?"

 

   Ororo heard the voice, and it sounded...totally normal. Tone, grammar and inflection exactly what she expected...but somehow still wrong.

 

   The door opened...

 

   Mamma Alleycat was a legend. Now in her late 50s, she was the queen of the local sexworkers. In her prime back in the 1970s, she was a bottomless well of stories and lessons on how to not just survive but thrive on the streets. "Find sompin' yo' bees gud at, den do it till yo' due bestest." She urged, and other strippers, whores and even pimps turned to her for advice.

 

   Ororo groaned "No...kitty..."

 

   The obese old whore smiled, her gold teeth all winking in the half light. Her body was rotund and fat, her tits like a pair of watermelons, and her skin the color of dark chocolate. She was much darker than Ororo now, and her fleshy vastness was unclothed...natural. Her dark nipples were pierced with part golden hoops...her cavernous belly button was pierced...golden rings winked and glittered along her eyebrows... her broad nose...her fat lips. Her large ears, thick neck, bloated wrists, sausagy fingers...all glinted with golden trinkets.

 

   "De name bees 'Mamma Alleycat', Ororo...but mos' ub ma regulars jus' calls meh 'Goldie'. Did yo' bring Goldie what she needs?"

 

   Ororo looked down at her hand. Rings and chains of gold in her clenched fist. She moaned in horror as Mamma 'Goldie' Alleycat led her into the darkness of her apartment. In that darkness, she unzipped her tight, black leather pants...and Goldie touched her massive cock. In a flash...they'd done this a thousand times. Much of her golden jewelry had come from Ororo after all. The gaudy, mature and obese stripper/whore was a woman she both loved and respected. Hours later, Ororo returned the favor and plowed into her mammoth butt with her massive dick, deciding that today was the day. As she gushed a gallon of cum into her, she asked "So, Goldie...you ever want to get married?"