In the backs of their minds - deep behind all the newly minted perversions and desperate desires, all of the X-Men were wondering about this. Though Ororo and Goldie Monroe, Emma Frost (soon to be Emmy Summers?), and the naughty Lulu Howlett (who dreamed of someday being Lulu Creed, and Mamma Allycat's number one boi-whore) - all of them at least subconsciously wondered why all this was happening. Who had created the Questionnaire, and to what ends?

 

   "It goes smoothly! Oh, so smoothly! All praise the Mighty Mojo!" Said the bloated, sallow villain as his giggled and rubbed his long-fingered hands. As always, his obese form was allowed mobility only because of the spider-like harness he wore/sat in. Around him, his minions went about their duties without exchanging glances. "The Questionnaire I created has found the victims I assigned, and has replicated and infected them at the deepest levels. Not simply in this world...but in ALL worlds!"

 

   It was true. Though unaware of each other, each of the individual Kitty Pryde's that existed in the multi verse was connected along a single strand of 'reality'. And now...all Kitty Prydes that existed in the multi verse were rewritten as Goldie Monroe, the massive Mamma Alleycat. In one universe where heroes were villains, another where Nazis filled the world, or a third where it was always the Old West, in each the young, Jewish hero and teacher ceased to exist, and in her place now lived Goldie Monroe - an obese, black woman in her mid-50s who ran a string of whore houses. In each of those realities Ororo Monroe became a brutal she-male thug. Emma Frost was now a simpleminded slut, and Logan was now Lulu forever. 

 

   "Soon not only will no real X-Men exist...they never will have existed. In all times and all realities, they shall be degraded perverts and criminals. My plan is perfect!"

 

   And in many ways...it was. The Questionnaire was the perfect, controlled weapon...

 

   ...right up until it mutated and began split...infecting others beyond Mojos personal targets. He saw it happen, and knew it would be an easy thing to handle. He reached out with his powers and...

 

   ...vanished.

 

   His minions and flunkies panicked for a second, until Spiral and Major Domo tracked him down.

 

   "Well...this is going to be awkward." She grumbled as she spun and danced her way through reality, hoping to reach her boss before she was to late.

 

   ***

 

   "Goldie? Goldie, honey...are you all right?"

 

   Mojo had tried to remove the Questionnaire from Goldie for a time, fixing it and returning it in microseconds. The problem was...that Goldie was now too powerful. Too connected. All those infinite Goldies were interconnected into a vast daisychain of committed and eternal truth that Mojo hadn't been aware of till he reached out and encountered the united Goldie's minds...and they grabbed, folded him into themselves, and soon...

 

    Goldie Mojo was too stunned to speak for a second. Her thoughts ran wild about her head, as Mojo the reality-warping, multidimensional media executive was still there, though now fused with a sex-crazed old stripper, prostitute and madame. She laughed, and  the laugh was Goldies jolly, cheerful bellow mixed with Mojos spastic, sinister cackle. Her already full, fat features were more Goldie than Mojo, though her unnaturally wide smile and eyes were now enhanced as a result of colorful wires and golden cybernetics. Her chocolate brown body had bloated and swelled even fatter and her legs atrophied into chubby afterthoughts, while her arms and fingers grew unnaturally long, yet she rode with ease in her golden, bejeweled, multi-legged mobility harness. Her hair was gone, replaced with bundles of cables that connected to her spider-like platform and long, powerful attack tail.

 

    She giggled, as her thoughts fell into place. She ran her long fingers - tipped with long, golden talons and banded with dozens of golden rings - along her globe-lie body...her mechanical, spider-legs...her did, unblinking eyes.

 

   Ororo was scared, but she loved Goldie too much to flee. Goldie would never abandon her, after all.

 

   The massive creature smiled even wider, then turned to Ororo and scooped the massively-muscled she male into her arms and kissed her. Inside her wide, smiling mouth her teeth were an interlocking army if glittering gold. "Nothing to fear, my dear! You're beloved and besotted goddess lives and breathes, as she always has and always shall. Do you doubt in the capacity of the divine Goldie Mojo? The life-bringing Queen of Queens? The Alleycat of Reality? The Mother of Madames? The breaker and maker of Lady Bois and She Studs alike? I am reborn once again, and this time...for good. I shall take this poor, pitiful, pale, bloodless yet bloody world and remake it into my personal brothel. Will you serve me, my beloved, husband and bodyguard? Will you stand beside me?"

 

   Ororo had a last flash of a small, pale girl who she'd treated and loved like a daughter. This strange, twisted and dangerous creature was still her...perhaps even mostly her...but also not. She would remake the world into an eternal orgy of writhing bodies and glistening juices. Perversion would be the order of the day, and this grotesque creature would be its new goddess!

 

   How delicious.

 

   Thinking of an eternity spent before her beloved mistress-wife in a works that would never again know war, disease, famine or even death...Ororo went to the soft, bloated creature the extended arms to embrace her, and kissed her goddess-wife.

 

   As Spiral appeared she saw what had happened to Mojo Lifebringer and had just enough time to look shocked, before Goldie Mojo enmeshed her with Ororo. In a flash the huge, hulking black woman with the now massive cyperneticly enhanced dick sprouted four extra arms (two cybernetic), and a new identity. Not wanting to crush what was unique about Spiral, yet also wanting to keep all of Ororo, she blended them gently into their new 'self'. In a flurry of lightning and stormclouds, she danced...Ororo the Spiral-Storm. Lover, husband, bodyguard and herald of Goldie Mojo.

 

   ***

 

   Lulu Creed squeaked and squealed in girlish delight as the massive, muscled Sabertooth pounded his huge, sensitive ass for the dozenth time since the marriage earlier that day. He'd found his big, strong Victor Creed in a local bar, and the reaction to the prancing, sassy little sissy wasn't surprising. Sabertooth had laughed, assuming this was the result of some villain tampering with him...until he smelled him. Unknown to Sabertooth the transformed Lulu now generated a free floating field of hormones and powerful oders that influenced the minds of those he was attracted to...and Lulu was VERY attracted to Sabertooth. With his enhanced senses Sabertooth had been particularly susceptible to Lulu's he scent, and soon he was nuzzling and kissing the tiny boi-toy. Lulu had enough presence of mind to demand that they be married first, and so...here they were.

 

   His hair had become a bright, brassy platinum now, the twin arches of hair curling inward and forward almost like a mock 'beehive' as opposed to the horns he usually sported. In back, his hair was a thick, glossy cascade of tumbling waves and shining curls. His face was aggressively effeminate to the point of girlishness, yet though his high cheekbones and full, pouty lips screamed 'female', his strong jaw and obvious Adams apple gave his gender away. His shoulders were narrow, linbs tin and upper body hairless, smooth and feminine, but he lacked even the suggestion of bossoms.

 

   It was in his 'down below' that he had truly blossomed. Between his curvy, shapely legs and wide hips his penis was a tiny thing - cute and pink and utterly useless. Decorated with a jeweled cock ring and sparkly diamond piercings, it looked like a toy...but from behind...his ass was an epic pair of bouncy, buoyant globes that wiggled and jiggled like two Jello molds. They stuck out at least a foot, were always in motion, and seemed to draw Victors hands like a magnet. Cupping, groping and outright grabbing his new husbands ass was the second greatest pleasure in his life. The greatest...was fucking. Victor Creed mounted and plowed Lulu from behind over and over again, and Lulu fucked back like the slut he was, clenching his rump and working Victors shaft with his buttocks. His ass was one giant erogenous zone, and all he wanted to do was serve his twin gods. His husband...and his goddess.

 

   "Will you serve me, my sweet little Lulu?" Asked the grotesque figure before him. Appearance meant nothing to him. He didn't care. Her mind was almost the same and her spirit unchanged, so...

 

   Victor and Lulu Creed both stood before Goldie Mojo, knowing the she WS their god and that they belonged to her. Both groveled before her, and she smiled...told them to rise...and Victor drove Lulu to a bar where Lulu's irresistible scent would soon have even the straightest man paying for the chance to fuck him ass. Lulu giggled. Life was beautiful.