"Oh, bonjour, Madame Van Dyne..." cried Stephanie as he saw who Bobbi was pointing at. "...an' how are vou today?"
Janet Van Dyne had been worried about her missing teammates, and not paying attention to her surroundings at all. She'd left the Avengers Mansion and gone to one of her salons in a effort to take her mind off the situation...and suddenly she'd been
confronted by this...absurd gaggle of sissies. They were an interesting mix of...of...
Wait...is that Steve? His face was painted up like a tarty school girl, but...
"Steve? Is that you?"
The tiny sissy giggled and the rest of his companions joined him. And that's when she saw...Tony? Sam? Is...that Bobbi Morris? And that one...oh my dear G-...
Janet felt strangely numb as the spritely little sissy giggled, waved her words off, and gushed "Steve? An' who is zis? Some beeg, strong Yankee Doodle? Bhut I am zee soft, silly leetle French Boi, non? Look at my sweet, sissy face...my beeg butt...my
smooth, hairless skin, as soft as silk an' oh zo pretty."
Janet blinked...and saw that the little twink was telling the truth. Saw it...and knew why it was true. After all...she'd broken the big, strong Captain herself, hadn't she?
She could remember it all. The uber-manly studs had been brought to her, and she'd broken them...injected them with chemicals...brainwashed them and re-sculpted them into the simpering sissies they would now always be. She'd done so...because that was
her passion. A smile fliched over her now quite cruel features...growing sharp and sinister as a streak of grey ran through her hair...her clothes became a white silk blouse, skin-tight black pants and knee-hight, spiked-heel boots. Her hair was bound up into
a tight bun...
After all...she was Mistress Jan Van Dyke - Belgian-Dutch lesbian dominatrix whose greatest joy in life was breaking the bodies and minds of brutish American man and molding them into the sissies she knew they really were. Stephanie Batroc and his sister-wives
were her greatest creations, and she smiled at them, slapping her riding crop into one smooth, strong gloved hand.
"Ya, mein leetle sizzy boi. All uf you are zo sweet an' girly. Like dainty, leetle lambs. Except for you Cupid, ya? You are zee beeg, fat leetle sissy boi, non? I'll jus' bet zat your 'usband loves to watch zat fat wobble as he pounds his dick into
your ass. I'll bet you get winded jost waddling about zee house."
She ran the tip of her riding crop down Cupids thick, blubbery boi-tits, and the simpering sissy blushed and looked down, pleased that Mistress Van Dyke was proud of what she'd made of him.
Mistress Van Dyke strutted around them, poking and prodding at them like they were cattle. All of the sissies stood at attention, heads in the air and asses stuck out for inspection. They were clean, primed and ready for action, and she nodded in approval.
All the sissies blushed with pride at her obvious pleasure.
"Now zen, ladybois...follow Mistress an' ve shall pick out zum clothes for you. Zen...ve vill go to this Avengers Mansion und break zee rest of your olt teammates."
"Yes, Madame Van Dyke!" They all piped cutely, and their teacher gloated "No, mein kinder...call me Madame Wasp in public."
***
The Joker roared and struggled, spitting threats and curses at Harley as she raped his ass with her monsters dick. As he fought...he felt with dread that he was shrinking...growing smaller...jet his ass seemed to be growing large and plump. He tried
to get away, but Harley just laughed and struck his ass with the flat of her hand, shouting "Yeee-hah! What a ride, Puddin! You're a real fun fuck, sissy-britches!"
When she was done, she drew her massive cock out of the Jokers large, round ass, and gave him one final slap. "Nice, Puddin. Real fun ride. What a fortune you'll bring in when we get tah sellin' yer ass on th' corners an' in th' clubs."
The Joker shook with horror, all the humor seemingly screwed out of him. He was in change, dammit! Nobody could do this and get away with it. Still...his ass tingled and his body trembled as he imagined himself being pimped out. He'd wear purple, of
course...and his fine, ripe ass would be exposed for all to enjoy. He imagined Harley forcing him to get huge breast implants or remolding his once sinister face with collagen and botox into an empty mask of feminine beauty...and again he moaned in horror
and need. He was the Joker...but he was also a cock-hungry boi-slut.
***
Lex Luthor stormed past Clarabelle, not noticing that the bloated cartoon stood and waddled after him. As Lex began to growl at his wife, he heard a click...as Clarabelle closed and locked the door behind him.
"Clarabelle, leave us alone." Lex snapped.
The massive black woman just shook her head and said "No suh, Mista Lutha suh. Miz Lutha, she say dat I's 'posed tuh does whut she say. She sez "Clarabelle, yo's mah bitch, an' if mah 'usban comes heah, yo is 'posed tuh back me up." I's real strong,
Mista Lutha..." she opened and closed thick-fingered hands that could tear planets apart "...real strong."
"And you were going to use the fat bitch as a simple housemaid. What an idiot you are to let your hatred of her dominate you." Lois stood and stroked the massive fat woman belly. "But I know what she REALLY is...and that's the most powerful being in
the world. She's super strong, super fast and super loyal. In other words, Clarabelle's the perfect minion. I'll breed her using Perry, Jamal...perhaps even you, and she'll raise her babies to be just as loyal as she is. With all the fertility drugs she's
on, I'll soon have an army of loyal servants to do my bidding. You like that idea, don't you, Clarabelle?"
The massive black woman (who once was her husband Superman) just smiled and nodded. "Whut eva yo sez, Miz Lutha."
"But now...for you, Lex. I think we'll be changing the name of our company to LoisCorp instead of LuthorCorp. How does that sound?"
"It sound jus' fine, Miz Lutha." Clarabelle said with a smile.