They came forward slowly, feeling confused...but also normal enough. This was all so...strange. I mean...nothing was wrong, but...

   "Uh...yeah, Granny...it's jus' that...we're thinkin' somethin' up an..."

   Granny Goodness smiled at Ben Grimm, pleased with his brutish body. The younger one with the blond hair and the worried look was also cute. They were all amusing little toys...but she had her heart set on the third one. She'd laughed and stood, her large, old body bloating out the black nightgown she wore. She'd had Desaad, Doctor Bedlam and Glorious Godfrey 'work' on them all, planting new memories and erasing others. Susan Storm now never existed for these people. In her place...were new memories.

   "Oh, Benjamin, my dear boy...you know everything's perfectly normal. I am your beloved Granny - the very center of your world. I fuck you when I feel like it, and you LOVE the touch of my hand, don't you? You WANT to be allowed to kiss my feet."

   Ben swallowed. He'd never felt this way with Granny. He could remember that he'd had sex with her hundreds of times. All of them had sex with...or rather fucked Granny whenever she wanted them to...and they always wanted to. 

   "And you, my darling brother..." Granny gloated to Johnny Storm, who now thought that the brutal old slut was his sister "...you remember all those times I'd creep into your bedroom and fuck you in the ass with my biggest strap-on?"

   Johnny was horrified by the truth, but...he also knew he couldn't even get an erection without the comforting feeling of his sister raping his ass...the sound of her harsh laugh. The smell of her damp, old cunt. 

   "And my darling husband, Reed. You love me most of all...and always have. Life without your beloved Granny isn't worth living, is it?"

   His knees went weak and Reed Goodness (wait...had he really taken her last name?) moaned in muted horror. How could he ever fall for such a monster as this. And yet...he loved her...worshiped her...would do anything she asked...

   Granny Goodness smiled at the broken man. Then...she looked at the real prizes she'd aquired. She smiled at her two children. Once a bland duo of the usual Earthly brats, she'd focused most of her time on them...working on them...placing HER stamp on them. Her own DNA had been bonded to them, causing them both to closely resemble they're new mother. Though still children, the lines of their faces now followed hers. Both were coldly amused by the way Ben, Johnny and Reed groveled before their mother. Franklin Goodness sneared and said with a cruel, mocking tone "You three are fucking pathetic! Thank Darkseid I take after my mother, instead of a useless worm like you, 'Daddy'!' 

   Valeria Goodness laughed along with her brother, and the two cruel children looked up at Granny Goodness - at the woman they now thought of as 'Mother'. 

   Granny laughed along with them, and felt a thrill of pride in her heart...perhaps even genuine affection. She locked eyes with Franklin and Valeria, and the devotion, respect and honest love she saw there made her...happy? Was that possible? Could she love these children as if they were her own? And what would that mean...for Darkseid? Valeria had the potential to be a greater intellect than even her father, and Franklin held in his mind the very power of the universe...and soon he'd use it for her.

   "Come to Granny, my little darlings." she said, and the two of them rushed into her arms.

   ***

   "Malice! Get your big tits in here!" shouted Doctor Psycho.

   Malice Psycho wiggled in, her big ass swaying and her huge breasts wobbling. Her surgeries had been...extreme to say the least, but she knew it was all worth it. She'd had her once beautiful, normal body resculpted into a dirty fantasy fuck-doll, and she knew her husband LOVED it. What he also loved was being in charge, and she went out of her way to make sure that anyone who met her...knew that she was just a filthy, freaky whore. Her hair was dyed black, shaved on the sides and spiked up in the middle, which - with her jingling piercings, wild tattoos and slutty, leather fetish garb, made her look cheap and dirty.

   "Yeah, Doc'ta Psycho..." she drawled in a mock 'Jersey' accent that she practiced all the time "...wat'cha want, huh? Yah wants me tah sucks yah cock?"

   She smiled - her thick, pouty lips looking like they were made for blow jobs. She scooped her massive tits - big, round fakes the size of her head - and licked her lips.

   "I don't know, Malice...make me think you WANT it, and I'll let you."

   She smiled and undulated her large, fat ass in his direction. "Man, yah knows I ain't no smart bitch, don'cha? I's jus' a cheap, piece o' ass whut wants ta taste yah big dick. Lemme sucks yah off, Doc...please?"

   She dropped to her knees and crawled towards him, her udders swinging and swaying as she moaned "Jus' a dumb cunt wit' a need fer dick, dats me. I wanna sucks yah off so bad, Doc...like, fer sure..."

   He smiled...and opened his fly. Malice Psycho licked her thick lips and went to him...

   ***

   "What the flamin' heck have you done, Kitty?" gasped Wolverine, as he was the once sweet girl sitting in a throne. In truth, she looked very little like the old Kitty, with her blond hair, blue eyes and large breasts. A big black woman stood behind her. The black woman looked comicly negroid - features thick, round and blunt like a 1930's 'Aunt Jemima' - but though much thicked and fatter that the woman he remembered, she had a mane of white hair and wore the same costume Storm used to wear. On her larger, fatter body, the costume looked like a joke.

   "Vhy, I haff done no'ting, Logan...save correct our old friend's foolish misconceptions about herself. Isn't zat right, Mammy Ororo?"

   The fat, black woman gave out a great belly laugh, waved her arms and cried "Lawsy, yes! Ah dun been put in ma' place, Mistress. Now I's jus' yo loyal Mammy, an' you's de one whut's in charge. I duz th' cookin' an' cleanin' fo yo, an'..."

   Logan had heard enough. He wouldn't kill Kitty, but he'd put her down and save Storm from this cruel fate. He launched himself at her...

   ***

   Diana Fisk was speaking aloud to the empty room, knowing that something was listening...watching...laughing.

   "I know what you've done to me...and I must say I love it." she said, to whatever was listening "But, my mother won't long allow this to stand. She'll feel the need to 'rescue' me eventually...and I can't allow that to happen. So...may I make a suggestion?"

   The empty room listened to her suggestion...and laughed.