"Come along, my little fish."
Namor whimpered as he staggered after the person yanking on the chain. He felt different, weaker.... Was he shorter than before? He felt a little shorter, and those big breasts bobbing on his chest looked strange too. The former king of Atlantis was naked except for large nipple rings, a shiny dog collar, and a gleaming cockcage. Despite his impressive tits, his cock wasn't smaller. In fact, it was even bigger than before! A huge python straining against its cage!
"Come, fishie!"
The figure yanked at his chain again, causing Namor to moan. The chain wasn't attached to his collar but instead to his cock-cage. It hurt as she yanked it.
Namor blinked his confused eyes. There was something familiar about the figure yanking on him. Something about her hair, her eyes.... Susan -- that was her name, wasn't it? Susan. But Susan looked strange. Like her features had become mixed with something else, someone else. One of her enemies.
"Oh, you naughty fishie! You're going to get punished!"
* * *
The Ancient One's thin black lips curled into a sneer as she strode through the Baroness' mansion on her clicking stiletto heels. The elderly Asian woman terrified the rest of the Baroness' servants. She wasn't just selfish like Baroness Stefania was -- she was cruel. There was nothing that the Ancient One loved more than for one of the servants to make a mistake -- because that was when the bitch belonged to her. The Asian dominatrix had a treasured collection of whips, clamps, paddles, strap-ons and numerous other charming devices, and loved using every single one - not to mention scratching and pinching the slave with her impressive nails. She would savour each scream and beg for mercy of her victims until she'd decided they'd had enough - and then she'd clamp her wrinkled old snatch on their face and make them lick her to orgasm after orgasm.
She also ran the brothel Baroness Stefania had set-up. Though many of Baroness' servants worked there, and the Ancient One would whip and dominate anyone who paid her the right fee, the big draw of the brothel was the various demons that the Baroness had bound to her service, transformed into fuck toys. There was the androgynous Daydream (formerly Nightmare), who would fulfill everyone's desires, the army of well-hung Mindless Ones who could give the most intense gang-bang imaginable, the Dweller-in-Darkness who was covered in phallic tentacles, and many more. The Baroness had actually done a better job of protecting Earth from supernatural threats than Dr. Strange had -- by turning the supernatural threats into obedient toys.
Yes, life was very good as the Baroness' personal disciplinarian and madame. So many naughty boys and girls....
* * *
Professor X sat up in bed with a squeak.
"OMIGAWD! Like, gotta do somethin'!"
He burst out of his bedroom and scampered down the hall, reaching out with his telepathy. ~X-Men! 'Mergency! Like, meet in th' conference room for meetin' an' stuff!~
Suddenly he skidded to a stop. Wait, why was he walking? And why did he sound so weird?
He looked at his reflection in a window and squealed in shock. "Omigawd!"
Professor X was tiny! Like, shorter than Wolverine! He looked like a petite teenage girl with a cute heart-shaped face, plump lips, a really plump butt, and delicate hands. And he had hair! Long hair, wave upon golden wave that curled so lovely and went all the way down to his ankles. He stroked his hair. It was soft like silk... so lovely... so much hair....
He squeaked again as he felt himself get hard. He still had a penis! Though when he touched it, it felt so tiny. Like the size of his pinky. You wouldn't notice it inside his pink frilly pajamas. He looked like a little teenage girl! A teenage girl with a big butt and long hair.
~X-Mennnnnnnnn!~ His mind shrieked. ~Need youuuuuuu!~
Professor X stamped his foot, looking about to cry. He didn't know what to do!
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