"Susan!" he gasped, a smile blooming on his lovely face. "You...you are Susan, aren't you?"

   She cocked her head to the side, then reached out and squeezed Namors thick, massive cock. Though her had the penis of a champion, the rest of his body was now 100% female...particularly his huge, globe-like breasts. The damn things were projecting like the most fake of fake tits, and each was bigger than his head. He stood, and guessed he was about three-feet shorter that Susan Richards.

   The massive female rumbled laughter, but said with a not unkind tint to her deep, bass voice "Yes, little Fishie..." she rumbled, her voice so deep it was almost sub-sonic. "...and what does that mean to you? Does my pet fear his mistress? Does my pet wish to flee his protector? Does he wish to swim to the bottom of his bowl and hide?"

   He was terrified. His strength seemed gone, his body so changed as to be deformed, and the woman he loved had become this (handsomepowerfulstrong) monster. She walked along, tugging him after her. She was so powerful...and he knew she was smart. Maybe she could think of a way out of this? Maybe she could rescue him? He'd be sooooo happy, he'd use his long, strong tongue to lick out her cunt...but why do that, when he he could use his oh-so wonderful cock to satisfy her. She was a woman, after all...and women were the strong ones. The providers. The protectors. For her he would do anything, as long as he kept her safe.

   Susan (wait...was she the Brute?) took him on a walk, and he saw that they were in the Baxter Building, though everything was sized for Sues' new height. Namor didn't want to anger her, so he followed quietly...and in fact moved ahead several times, to open a door...turn off a light...pour her a Scotch. As The Brute (had he actually called her 'Susan', like they were equals? It was a blessing and a wonder that she'd not turned him over her knee right then and there) sat down, Namor saw that she was wearing nothing but tight green briefs, showing off every inch of her wonderful body. Had he thought she was too big? Over-muscled? She was just perfect. A thick, massive mountain of bruise-colored muscle. She was so big...and that was why his tits needed to be so big. Why his cock needed to be a long, thick rod with balls the size of oranges. He moved with no difficulty - automatically adjusting the swing of his rounded hips and the heft of his massive breasts to allow for smooth motion, despite the size of his cock. No. Not HIS cock, but BRUTES' cock. This was Brutes' cock...and these were Brutes' tits...and this was Brutes' ass...and he was Brutes' plaything.

   When Brute sat, he handed her the Brute-sized tumbler of scotch, lit a cigar for her, then sank to his knees and gazed lovingly up at her. So handsome and wonderful. He didn't need to think for himself. All he needed was to worship Brute, and Brute would keep him safe.

   "Guppy? Did you want to ask me anything?"

   Guppy? That was his name. Not 'Namor' (which was far too tough and brutal sounding) but Guppy. Guppy giggled and wiggled his breasts. He noticed he was 'dressed' (sort of), and polished clam shells covered each of his thick nipples. Pearl earrings decorated his ears. His thick waves of black hair was set with combs and pins of shell and gold. He was a perfect and beautiful toy for a mighty woman like the Brute. He was a mix of the dainty and the bold. The humble and the brassy. He was an object to decorate her life, and a symbol of her power. Submission roared through his mind, body and soul, and he smiled. No more trouble or danger...just loyal service to the woman who owned him. Such a happy life. Such a blissful existence.

   He giggled and blushed, then looked up with joy in his eyes. "Guppy was jus' havin' a silly moment, Brute. Guppy's a silly lil' boi, sometimes. Guppy knows his place, Brute. Guppy knows th' score. Guppy's pretty an' loyal, an' yer th' queen. That's all Guppy needs t' know. Can Guppy get'cha anythin', Brute? Can Guppy massage you?"

   Brute smiled and nodded. To think all the years she'd wasted as the Invisible Woman. She knew who she was, and she loved it. Guppy scampered behind her and began using his strong, tiny fingers to massage her back, really getting in there and working out the kinks. Guppy was just as strong as ever, but he was so submissive he'd never even imagine resisting her. Even if he did, she was much stronger that him...so it didn't matter. All that mattered was serving the Brute...

   Atlantis?

   Atlantis wasn't his. He knew it. Atlantis belonged to Battle-Queen Andromeda Attumasen and her own boi-toy...Reed-La?

   Guppy thought about that. Reed-La. He was still - deep down inside - the King of the Seas. He knew he'd never again be that man, but he still thought about it. Was there a way he could improve his position...by enhancing Brutes' position? If he worked hard, maybe he could help Brute conquer the Negative Zone or something. Then...he'd be the plaything of an even MORE important woman. The idea made his smile, and stroke his thick cock. Sized just right for the Brute's snatch.

   Brute contacted Madame Amerika, saying "I accept." into the view screen. Madame Amerika smiled...her Sisterhood was growing by leaps and bounds. But...what about the Thing and Johnny Storm? Brute said she'd handle them...