Roro Dukes waddled off, happy that she's figured out who she was.

She turned the corner to find a statuesque figure in a long shimmering robe preening himself, running a hand through long chestnut hair.

Gambit had found the outfit for the minor seductress villain Lorelei and been compelled to put it on. Instantly he had felt compelled to primp and preen himself, look beautiful.

His own powers of persuasion had combined with Lorelei's hypnotic voice to create someone who could make any man do anything, absolutely anything. This was fine with the mincing drag queen, for he loved men, loved to be served by them, pampered by them, adored by them, fucked by them.

He sneered as he saw the crude lumbering figure. Could anyone be more different than him than the Blob?

"Faggot," Roro Dukes snorted as she wandered off to find her Kitty.

* * *

Lady Leader adjusted her top. She loved to dominate physical powerful men, superstrong men. It was such a thrill to see them become slaves to her mind. Of course the one she wanted most to make a puppet of was her cousin the Hulk but the Thing would be a worthy choice as well.

Meanwhile "Soo-Zee Blastaa" was rubbing her crotch. Though of course they coudn't compare to the huge shafts of the males of her species, the females' clits could swell to an impressive size, as big as many human cocks.

* * *

"Who should change first, mos' honorable friend?" Lady Lotus asked.

Warrior Woman grinned and squeezed her associate's crotch (could be called "Ladyboy Lotus"). "Black Panther und der Falcon are of an inferior race, but a race zat makes good slaves," she said. "But Iron Man und Wasp, ze have wealth zat should belong to me, ja?"

* * *

"Kitty!"

Shadowcat stared in shock at the huge black figure that burst into her room.

"Gimme some a' dat sugar," Roro Dukes purred as she grabbed Kitty in her thick mitts.

"Get off of-mfffff!"

Roro thrust her fat tongue down  Kitty's throat as she held the struggling girl tight. Somehow Kitty was unable to phase....

* * *

Johnny Storm was in the exercise room when a huge figure burst in.

"Ahhh, little Johnny," Blastaa growled. "I like you. My children will need a good nanny. You will do."

* * *

May Parker stared in confusion at the box in her room.

Who had ordered this? A joke from her nephew Peter?

The box seemed to have some sort of costume. The label said "Kingpin."