"Ah, my friends...please sit." she said in tones most would have said was heavy with Eastern European accents. As Black Widow was Russian and Scarlet Witch was Transian, they both recognized the accent as Romanian with heavy Transylvanian influences. The infamous Baron Mordo was Transylvanian...so was this woman his wife? Was she here to consult with the legendary sorcerer? She gestured to a pair of divans sized much like her own.
"Uh...are you a...friend of the Doctor?" asked Wanda.
The woman on the divan rolled her eyes and laughed. "A Doctor? I know of no doctors. Do you mean to suggest that a woman of my queenly girth must have a doctor on staff? Ah, Americans..." she chuckled, her heavy cheeks dimpling and her thick collar of neck fat becoming more prominent. She was indeed huge. A 'circus fat lady' of a woman, whose astounding corpulence was matched by her grand, larger-than-life style. Her green gowns were obviously of costly silks, trimmed with black. She wore a cloak or red and gold, with a massive amulet...much like Doctor Strange. Was this a sign that she was part of his order or a student of his? Was her denial a test of some sort? Unlike the Doctor, this woman was so thunderously fat that she surely must have difficulty getting around...if mobility was even a concern of hers.
They could not know that Doctor Strange and been blended and dominated by so many evil sorcerers that her body had absorbed their mass. An unusual effect that Madame Amerika found so very amusing.
As they spoke, the bald Asian and the silver-haired tart hovered about her like moons about a planet, getting things for her at her slight direction or gesture, as if they'd done so for years. Others joined them in their labors. An elderly woman called the 'Ancient One' ran the staff, with silver hair drawn into a tight bun, cruel oriental features and six-inch nails that should have rendered her helpless, but which she used with practiced ease. A hulking, naked green Minotaur called Rintrah. A trio of girls dressed much as the one called Clea, save that Sara Wolf was a native american beauty with feathers in her hair, Topaz was a dusky beauty with raven hair and Jenni Kale was a blond, bubbly bimbo. Others appeared at times to receive some order or ask an opinion, but these were...different. One called Morganna Blessing was immensely fat herself, and wore a custom business suit that accented her size. She seemed to be a business manager and media expert, and from her few words...they guessed that this Baroness must be staggeringly wealthy. 'Billions' had been whispered about. Another was a hugely fat black woman dressed like a Voodoo priestess with a head full of dreadlocks, called 'Jemima Drumm' who seemed to be the houses cook.
"Two will be joining us for dinner." she told the black woman, who smiled and laughed. "Whut eva' yo says, Baroness. I'll gets eve'ythin' in order jus' as quick as yo please."
"We can't stay for dinner." said the Black Widow. This was all so odd that she just had to get back to Tony and tell him about it.
"Nonsense..." said the obese Baroness with a gesture, and suddenly...they didn't want to leave. "After all...you came for dinner, didn't you? I invited two of my close, personal friends...and you came."
The two heroines exchanged glances...then smiled. After all, this hulking Baroness Mordo was their friend. Their very best friend. The Scarlet Witch smiled and went to her, hugging her and gushing "I'm so glad you've moved here, Baroness! We're such very good friends! Of course we'll stay for dinner! Oh, we've so many things to talk about!"
"Yes..." said the Black Widow, thinking that her oldest and dearest friend might be able to help them. "...we've an issue with a former teammate who's become a...well, a villainess."
"Just like the both of you, no?" asked the Baroness...and that gave them pause. The Scarlet Witch had begun life as the daughter of Magneto and a member of his Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. The Black Widow had been a Russian agents, spy and assassin. They had once been much like Madame Amerika, in their own way.
But...they'd changed. Or...had they? Wasn't the Black Widow still a Russian agent at heart? Didn't she still regularly sell the Avengers secrets to foreign powers on the black market? And if the Scarlet Witch had been a member of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants...didn't that mean that she was by definition 'Evil'? Would a woman as evil as her actually join the Avengers...or would she sham conversion so she could destroy them from within?
Their body language shifted, becoming more comfortable. Their faces changed a bit as well, becoming naturally cold and cunning.
Then - in her hidden base - Madame Amerika and her lover/wife Nightshade imposed the perfect pair of souls upon their old friends.
There was a pause, and both former heroes felt the world invert...then correct itself. More correct than it had even been before.
Natalia Alianovna Romanova vonGrosse (aka "Natasha Pearl') blinked, and her wide, cruel features set themselves into her natural smirk of contempt. As the 'Black Pearl', she was an infamouse Russian/Canadian spy, terrorist and natural foe of wicked and stupid Blighted States of America. The enormous woman had all the thick, muscled bulk of Pink Pearl, but combined with the deadly knowledge of the Black Widow. Far more agile and quick than she looked, she wore a skintight black bodysuit that concealed dozens of deadly weapons, and her red hair was pound into a taught bun and her face became the face of Pink Pearl...an evil, piggish brute.
Meanwhile, Wanda Maximoff was fighting. Fighting for identity. She was one of the most powerful woman in the world, yet also one of the most victimized. How often had she been twisted to suit the plans of others? How often had she been used and manipulated? Not again! Not again!
Only at the last did she hear the somw how comforting voice of Madame Amerika, saying "Accept or reject on your own, Wanda. I offer you a life where you are the one in charge. Where YOU are the one snapping her fingers and others obey. A life where you and your father are not estranged...you are in command...you are to be feared...."
But still she fought. She couldn't let this sort of evil go unchecked! She looked to her side and saw the Black Widow (or rather, the Black Pearl) grown fat and wicked, smiling at her with amused contempt. "Don' feel ze need to resist ze change, eh..." she drawled in her strange mix of Russian and Canadian. "Fightin' ain't gunna help you in ze long run, dah-ling. Yeld an' accept ze real you."
And still she fought. She felt her identity being stripped away layer by layer, and with each new pass...another new memory...and even less of her old personality. She could clearly remember having been a mamber of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants...but no longer had any reservations about the goals of the group. Her father Magneto was right to conquer humanity...and she WANTED to help him. She'd eventually grown disgusted with his failures, and left...only to accept Captain Americas foolish invitation to join...knowing she could destroy the heroes more effectively from within. At the same time...she'd begun building her criminal empire in Harlem. Yes...Harlem. She fit in perfectly, as she was black...VERY black. Within her tight red costume she grew round and plump...then massive and heavy. She groaned and gasped as her thighs acquired layers of muscle...then layers of fat. Her torso thickened like a barrel and her breasts swelled into two huge, wobbling punpkin-sized breasts atop a great, swollen got. She changed, her face shifted...lips thickening, nose widening and skin going darker and darker.
"Yo' fuckin' BITCH! Don' be messin' wid de Witch!" she roared, her voice both deep and shrill and alive with thickening rhythms. Her costume was devolving into what she used to wear...save that the reds were redder and now a mix of spandex and velvet. Flashing golden rings appeared on her thickening fingers. Gold winked from her teeth. Necklaces and bracelets of gaudy gold appeared about her wrists and neck. Her boots became heavier, with thick heels to support her bulk. Her cloak grew longer and trimmed with gold, while her headpiece grew taller and more impressive.
And still she fought...but every victory brought two defeats. She could remember all her adventurers with the Avengers, yet...she could also remember that she'd always been working for her own goals, and when the need arose...she betrayed them. She'd done it often...and when Black Pearl had joined, she'd found someone just as wicked and corrupt as her.
Madame Amerika and Nightshade chuckled over the battle. The Scarlet Witch was being bound to a cruel Harlem crimelord named Black Mariah - a normal (if staggeringly obese) woman, yet so strong and tough she once battled Luke Cage. Thick, heavy and always thinking only of her own pleasures and needs, she made the perfect foil for the innocent heroine. Black Mariah was larger, stronger and older than soft little Wanda, and would give the girl the backbone she'd need to thrive in this new world.
She tried to fight off the changes one last time, and Natalia Alianovna Romanova vonGrosse slid up to her, slipped her tongue into her thick-lipped mouth, and husked "Oh, ztop fightink, my dusky beloved. Yeld...an' let us be together...forever."
There was a pause, then the former Scarlet Witch kissed back, hard. She slipped a thick-fingered hand - heavy with rings and tipped with crimson, 2-inch nails - behind Natalias head and pulled her in close for a deep, tongue kiss. Yes...Madame Amerika NEEDED her! She'd need people to control and regulate crime. Also...her ability to alter reality and manipulate probabilities would allow the Hydra Sisterhhod to dominate this country all the easier. She couldn't wait till Madame Amerika ruled over everything, and she and the Black Pearl could settle in as part of the ruling elite.
"Fightin'? Who's fightin', baby? Not dis bitch! Ain't no reason fo' de Black Witch t' fight when everythin' goin' our way. Now, Baroness...is yo layin' out a spread or whut? Cause Mariah Maximoff brought her fuckin' appitite!"
The Black Pearl moved her body against the Black Witch with lumbering grace, and the three obese women waddled to the dining room, their voices raised in sisterly banter about how their foes would soon be in the palm of their hand. Baroness Stefania Strangia-Mordo, Natalia Alianovna Romanova vonGrosse and Mariah Maximoff raised several toasts to the Hydra Sisterhood, as well as to Madame Amerika...who had made all their dreams come true.
***
"Oh, fudge!" cursed the tiny boi "I cannot believe this...sh-sh-sh-shit is happening!" cursed Clint Barton. Or rather 'Cupid Morgansen' as he was now called. The last few days had been hell, as he'd been given certain 'diet supplements' and such, which had caused his body mass to drop by more than half. He looked like a willowy young girl with long, soft blond hair, cute features and a plump, projecting butt like all the boys they'd seen here. He wore the school uniform and though he hated it...he looked more like a cute, sexy girl than a man. He'd been shown how to apply makeup, to walk and to stand like a girl as well. His voice was light a breezy and his hands tiny and soft. His penis? That had shrunk and shrunk till it was smaller than his little finger, and his balls as tiny as blue berries...just like all the other bois he knew.
"Silence, you naughty little boi-cunt..." said a woman with a rich, snobbish Mid-Atlantic accent "...or mother will SPANK!" Mistress Mockingbird stood over his shouder, her twin rideing crops striking his plump bottom. Her real name was 'Lady Elizabeth Barbara Morgansen', and she was his mother Cupid KNEW she was his mother, and that he was her spoiled, little boi-bitch lover and son...but that sometimes didn't seem right. He looked up at his towering, muscular mother with her beautiful, haughty face. At her huge breasts and mighty bulls cock. Cupid had learned to take every inch of that wonderful shaft both in his ass and down his throat.
Still, things went well for the little boi. He was doing well in his classes (straight A's in 'Cock-sucking', 'Style' and 'Pouting and Prancing') and even received a special award for his wiggly walk. He knew he loved his classmates, and the popular bois (the 'Haughty Contessas') had accepted him into their group. They even gave him a nickname, and now Cupid 'Cutie' Morgansen was always strutting around like the snobby, snotty little debutante he was. Still...it seemed like something was just...wrong.
Lady Elizabeth Barbara Morgansen understood what her lover-boi meant, but she still felt the need to spank him. For one thing, he obviously enjoyed it, and she liked to make him happy. For another...she sometimes looked at herself in the mirror...saw the same thing she'd always seen (a haughty, arrogant muscle-woman with the look and wardrobe of a bull-dominatrix) and thought "I am the same bitch queen I've always been." As she grew closer to her new friend Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine and her boi-son Nita Allegra de la Fontaine, she knew that she and her own little boi had finally found a place that they belonged in. She'd tried spying on the Contessa, but soon told her everything. The Contessa didn't mind at all, and the truth had simply brought them closer together.
But...had she really been an 'Avenger'? That seemed unlikely. And Cupid? Utterly impossible. Cupid was the same loving, attentive little boi-slut that he'd been raised to be, and the very idea that he could be anything else was not just laughable...it was insulting.
***
"Well...what do we do with 'her?" asked Professor Xavier as he looked up at Madame Amerika floating in her restraints. He'd tried to read her mind, but her brain seemed...beyond him. Reed Richards was inspecting her. Namor the Submariner looked disgusted, and Tony Stark was just shaking his head.
"I guess she wasn't expecting me to be ready for her. I can't believe she thought she could just...take me. I mean...what's the chance that this is a cunning trap? He WAS the Avengers best strategist."
"The important thing is that we've captured him...and can get our Captain back."
"I think not." said the woman in the stasis chains, as she opened her eyes...and shouted "NOW!"
Sisterhood agents blinked into existence all about them. The Absorbing Woman, Tigratania, Taskmistress and Giant-Mankiller lead them into battle, and soon...Nightshade and Madame Amerika stood over their fallen foes.
"What do we do with them, beloved?" asked Nightshade
"Zend zem back to their loved vones...az object lessons. Curiosities. Symbols uf our power!"