Stephanie Batroc giggled and clapped his tiny hands, as Antoinette Batroc tossed his lush, raven hair back and sang out "Oh, yes! Oh, Georges! Oh! Oh! Oh! YES-s-s-s!" as their husband cam in the classy sissy's sweet rear end. Antoinette wasn't as athletic as Stephanie, but he didn't have to be. After the mysterious 'disappearance' of Tony Stark, Antoinette appeared out of no where to claim his place as Tony's previously unknown son. Well, with his long hair, vixens ways and slim body, most wouldn't have called him a 'son' so much. Antoinette hardly cared at all. He was a total boi-whore for fame and parties, spending every night out on the town and showing that he really was 'his father son'. Granted, his tastes were obviously gay as heck, and it was always with big, hunky men that he was seen with. Then...Georges Batroc and his own homosexual husband 'Stephanie' swooped in, and soon the three of them were the toast of Los Angles. 

   Then...Antoinette signed over the whole of the Stark fortune to the Batroc's without batting an eye, in exchange for a permanent monthly payment of 5 million dollars. The company was worth far more,. but Antoinette didn't care. It allowed him to stay on the mega-rich party scene without having to run that 'yucky old company' all the time. While partying all night long with the Batroc's, Georges and Stephanie told Antoinette that theirs was an open marriage, and they had plenty of room in their bed. Antoinette changed his last name to 'Batroc', and though polygamous marriages weren't legal, it was obvious that Antoinette considered himself to be husband of Georges and brother-wife of Stephanie. 

   And now, when the three of them hunted the reality changer, Antoinette wore a highly decorative suit of armor that gleamed in silvers and pinks. Calling himself 'Platinum Princess', Antoinette fought along side the Batroc's...as another member of what Stephanie was now calling 'The Batroc Brigade'.

   This strange occurrence drew the attention of other Avengers, and soon the dusky little 'Sparrow' (Samantha Batroc) was sleeping in his husbands bed with his brothers. The swishy, street-smart little fellow was much like Stephanie, save for his chocolate brown skin, slightly larger ass, pretty negroid features and the darling wings on his red and white costume.

   Stephanie was delighted by this, and saw that he'd given his old friends Ironman and Falcon new and better lives. They all swished and flounced about the handsome Georges, laughing at his jokes, making out with him, making out with each other...whatever seemed like most fun. 

   Next was Hawkeye and Mockingbird - a married couple - and soon enough...brash, brassy little Bobbi Batroc (who fought under the name Peacock) was strutting around, looking quite girlish aside for his tiny penis and bosom-less chest. He fought with a pair of 'battle staves' and though he obviously LOVED being a tiny sissy-boi and worshipful boi-bride of Georges Batroc, the one he was always snuggling with...watching out for...kissing and cuddling with...

   "Oh, Cupid..." soothed the Peacock, hugging his lover tightly.

   "My...name's...Clint..." the transformed boi whimpered. Stephanie hadn't wanted just another sissy-boi, so he'd made some very unusual changes in the former hero. His hair was still blond, but now also very curly and bouncy. His eyes were still blond, but now his face was round and sweetly cherubic - his plump cheeks dimpled and his mouth an eternally pouting cupids bow. He was just as tiny as the rest of them (a little smaller, in fact) but though he still possessed all of his skill with the bow...

   His bow was a golden little toy, and his arrows tipped with hart-shaped heads that carried his special devices. It looked silly, but when held by him...

   "No, you're Cupid Batroc. You're my giggly, candy-loving little sister-boi. I love you, and you love me...but you stay far back from the fighting, because you just can't mix it up with the rest of us. You're so tiny...and sweet...and so very very fat..."

   Cupid Batroc was a tiny little butterball. His hips so wide and his belly so big...his chest supporting large man-boobs. He felt...normal. After all, he WAS a tiny glutton who spend all day eating candy and sitting on his big ass, using the tiny, fluttering wings Sparrow had made for him to stay far away from the fight and target foes from a distance. But...was that right? Cupid looked at Bobbi - the larger, athletic Peacock - and felt he should trust the larger sister-boi. After all, he was one of the boi-wives of the god-like Georges Batroc, and his wonderful husband had told him over and over again that his jiggly body made him smile. That made Cupid feel good, knowing that his husband loved his fat body. And if Georges said he was perfect just as he was - a cutely obese little butterball who loved candy as much as he loved having his husband mount his big ass, or his sister-wives cuddle and kiss him - then didn't that mean he was perfect.

   Cupid Batroc giggled and patted his cumbersome belly, and Bobbi Batroc snuggled against him. Cupid was so sweet and silly....it was good for the little blimp that he had Peacock to watch out for him in the field...and suck his tiny cock after the day was done.

   Stephanie was so proud and happy. His fluffy, silly little brain never questioned HOW they were making such changes if they were still looking for the reality controller. He never questioned the words of his husband anymore. Instead he just followed, giggling and loving his big strong husband and his happy brother-wives. He questioned nothing about his wonderful life. He knew he was happy.