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Wolverine's descent to a horny boi whore

by burke_rakers
Storyline The Online Questionnaire - Marvel Edition
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   There were a lot of subjects that Logan had learned of during his long, violent life...but 'boi' wasn't one of them...and just who the hell was 'Mamma Alleycat' supposed to be? It must be some kind of...

 
   A 'ding' sound preceded a twisting in his guts, as his body seemed to draw in on itself, creating a slim, boyish form from the once hairy, powerful man he'd been. He gasped in shock, sounding for all the world like a scandalized debutant. His adamantium skeleton drew in as well, allowing his body to reform as a wispy, girlish figure. Though lacking bosoms, his body was very like a undersized teenaged girl. Without his metallic skeleton, he was perhaps 4'8 and no more than 70 lbs.
 
   "What the hell?" He screamed in a panic, as his tiny hands felt all over his body. He looked back at the screen just in time to see...
 
    Your biggest and best talent is...?
    1) Your mouth and tongue
    2) Your nimble fingers
    3) Your big, bouncy ass
 
   ...and to see the last one highlighted.
 
   Another strange twist, but this time his boyish form suddenly filled out...but only from below. His legs thickened and grew curvy, while his hips flared out and his ass...his ass...
 
   "Oh, my ASS! Lulu's big, sexy ASS!" He cried, as his buttocks grew into a pair of thick, projecting globes of soft, spankable muscle and fat. It was the ass of a ghetto queen, but attached to the body of a softly sexy 'boi'. He spun in a circle oh so cutely, all but chasing his own ass. His tiny hands were cupping and groping his perfect behind as he squealed and moaned in distress. 
 
   'Look at the screen!' He thought. 'It's doing this!'
 
   He turned and looked at the screen of his phone, unaware that his every movement was more a pose than anything else. His left leg straight, while his right was slightly cocked, cantering his hips and thrusting his ass out like a 1940s pin-up queen. His arms were akimbo, hands cocked on his hips. He looked saucy and girlish as heck. Only his hair remained the same, though it was now a light blond. While his hair spiked itself up into twin peaks upfront, it grew long and soft in back. The tips of his long, blond hair brushed the tops of his buttocks, causing him to giggle. He picked up the phone, intending on making a choice. Any choice. Something to get his life back on track.
 
   My body makes me...
   1) Ashamed
   2) Proud
   3) Horny
 
   What kind of choices were those? Ashamed? That wouldn't help. Horny? He was horny now! The only possibility led was...
 
   He sighed...and picked 'Proud'.
 
   And suddenly...he was proud. Very proud. Almost arrogant in his appreciation for his perfect body. Finally, he'd bottom rid of all that lumpy 'muscle' and gross body hair. He looked soft and pretty. Sexy, even. He looked...perfect. With a smile and a long, lingering glance at a mirror, he blew himself a kiss, wiggled his perfect butt, then looked at the screen again. This one was so easy, he chuckled as he ignored the options of 'dildos' and 'ball gags' under the 'What are your favorite toys?' question, and made the obvious answer.
 
   He gasped and giggled as the huge butt plug (with a business end the size and thickness of his old fist) in his bottom burst into life, sending waves of vibrating pleasure through his body. He swooned and giggled as a new outfit appeared. It was a fetishistic version of his old yellow and blue costume, but now in pink and white spandex, silk and rubber. He was so happy! And somehow..he knew that Mamma Alleycat would be pleased as well. He was a queer, swishing sissy bio with an ass that just wouldn't quit. Men loved to fuck his ass, and women loved to dominate and fully him. It was all good in Lulu's book. As long as he could grovel and worship at the feet of Mamma Alleycat (who allowed him to call her Goldie in private) he would be happy.
 
   Because...he knew he, Storm and Kitty had finally found their true selves.
 
   ***
 
   Goldie Monroe kissed her new husband, delighted that he understood that she needed to keep her regulars happy. Eventually she'd be able to bleed off from them, as she acquired interesting new whores in her stable. Soon her sweet little Lulu would be here, luring once committed 'straights' into the most  depraved sexual acts with his hypnotic buttocks. Lulu would need friends, of course...
 
    


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