Avengers Mansion - the laboratory of Hank Pym (Giantman) - 1965
"There is no need for all this foolishness, Avengers. I feel fine. In fact, I feel far better than I ever have before. Calm thyselves and let us adjourn to some mortal tavern or feasting hall for celebration of our grand victory. After all...have we not saved the world again? Has the foe not been vanquished? Are not Zemo and his cursed new Masters of Evil not in flight?"
Hank Pym inspected his subject again, trying to only think of her as a test subject, and not the icon of feminine glory that she truly was. She was a delicious confection of soft curves, stunning slopes and delicious valleys, all topped with a golden mane of hair sculpted into a fetching bouffant. Her breasts were perfect...her legs were heaven...her face was a stunning mask of raw, cruel sexuality...and she was losing her patience. She was trying to stay positive, but these tests had gone on for more than an hour, and she was clearly on the verge of just walking out.
She was the Enchantress. Thor had said that her real name was Amora, but they'd always known her as simply the Enchantress. She was vain, cruel, manipulative and imperious...yet also noble, brave and heroic. Why not, I mean after all...she was ALSO Captain America.
She and Cap had some how...fused together in some way that had clearly been a surprise to the Masters of Evil. Zemo had been involved with some kind of plan involving an object he'd developed called a 'Cosmic Cube' (and just how he'd created that was beyond any ones knowledge) and at the height of their battle, Zemo directed its power at them, and Captain America and Amora had...well...fused together in some strange way. The shock had brought the battle to an end, and Zemos forces had vanished during the chaos, leaving them to deal with the after effects.
"Now, I don't want to go over old ground, Cap..."
The little minx arched an artfully sculpted eyebrow and asked "Why dost thou call me that, Giantman? A pet name, perhaps?"
Hank glanced at Janet as she sat in her own examination area, and shuddered. Cap kept flirting with them all, and it was so distracting...
"Sorry. What should we call you?"
She laughed, and tossed back her hair. "What thou has't always called me. I am Amora...the American Enchantress. Dispatched by Father Oden to learn humility among the mortals more than 20 years ago, I joined the American WACs and went over seas, battling the Nazis and serving as an..." here she smiled and patted her hair "...'inspiration' for the Allies. I was frozen for two decades after that cursed monster Baron Zemo slew my beloved Bucky..." and here she showed true regret, batting away a tear before continuing "...and have served with the Avengers ever since."
"And...the costume."
She smiled as she glanced down at her costume. It was basically the costume of the Enchantress, save that the colors Her fetching, high-heeled thigh-highs were now red with a pattern on white stars. The tight top and skirt was blue, though the belt was red and white. Red arm guards ran from wrist to shoulder, and a blue tiara head-piece framed her blond hair. Her eyes were a crystal blue (the only thing that truly suggested the face of the old Steve Rogers) but her make-up was both sultry and
seductive. She still held Caps shield, but now it had no color scheme, and had instead a silvery, reflective mirror-like surface. The better to reflect her own glory, perhaps?
"Look, Pym...it's not as though I haven't enjoyed playing the part of your Guinea Pig, but seriously..." said the blustering little woman with the clipped inflection of the British upper class. "...but if your quite through playing with your toys, perhaps we can get back to business? Zemo is still out there, you know."
Hank Pym paused...then glanced back at her. At his girlfriend. The woman he loved. The OTHER Avenger who'd been somehow fused during the battle.
She was largely unchanged...but also, utterly a different person. Her face was the face of Janet Van Dyne, though her hair was almost mannishly short as well as a lighter shade of brown. She wore hardly a smidge of makeup save for a light foundation and a touch of lipstick, and though she was still beautiful...she looked like she didn't care.
"Janet, we need to figured this out..."
"Bullshit, Hank..." she growled as she rolled her eyes and stepped off the examination area. She walked unsexily...talked like a man...sounded like a different person entirely. "...it's clear to me that you're having some sort of breakdown. I'm fine. Amora's fine. Everything's fine except for you and the rest of the Avengers. I can understand that thug Ironman being bent out of shape. After all, he works for Tony Stark, and THAT man is a piece of work. He drove my company out of business, you know? Under-bid my government contracts and ruined me."
The Melter. Her name was Janet Horgan...and she was the Melter. She believed she was the Melter, and could clearly remember that she'd been the founder and CEO of Horgan Industries. The real proof of her change was in her costume. Janets personality was obviously dominated by that of Bruno Horgan, and her costume showed it. Not a trace of the Wasps outfit seemed present, as she wore the Melters shapeless blue tunic, cowl and boots, green under-tights and collared demi-cape, and red chest-mounted melting device. There was nothing sexy about the costume, and as he watched Janet light up a cigarette and inspect his machines with a critical eye, he wondered if he'd ever see his
Amora smiled. She'd always liked the fact that Janet Horgan accepted the woman she was, and never struggled with the worlds opinions of her. She was a lone female industrialist in a world dominated by men, and she never once tried to 'girl-it-up' to make the boys happy. In their own strange way, she and Janet had become good friends since forming the Avengers, and she didn't like the way Hank was treating her. Though far from the demonstrative, fainting female...it was obvious to Amora that Janet was frustrated and saddened by Hanks attitude. What woman wouldn't be sad to find that the man she loved was obsessed with some silly fantasy instead of the real life woman before him?
Well...Amora had an answer for that.
She gestured, and Hank suddenly seemed to swoon. Janet caught him and said "Hey, Hank...take it easy. You're working yourself to a frazzle..."
He caught her eyes...they both paused...Hank suddenly saw the woman of his dreams. After all, Janet Van Dyne had been such a bother, with her hairpins and makeup and perfume and all the silly, girly costumes. What he needed...was a woman who was his equal. A woman he could talk to as one of the 'guys'. A woman who was strong and confident and...and...
He kissed Janet Horgan, who he now affectionately called 'Bruno' in private. She was a scientist, like him...an equal...not just a silly sidekick. He looked into her face...and saw the face of his angel.
Amora left them, screwing on one of the examination tables. Hank was on the bottom, his newly-submissive nature making him coo and giggle as his big, strong 'Bruno' rode him. The American Enchantress smiled as she saw her perfect couple snuggling, Hanks submission to Janet now total.
Still...she had to get to the bottom of this. What had happened to them? She was fine, and she knew that Janet Horgan was fine...but the rest of the Avengers seemed to think that something had changed about them. It was most distressing...
...but, at least it was correctable.
She smiled at Hank and Janet, knowing what must be done. First, she cast a simple spell that ensured that Hanks memories now confirmed that all was right with the world. Amora had always been the American Enchantress in Hanks memories now, and his girlfriend had always been the brilliant industrialist Janet 'Bruno' Horgan. Then she saw the instability that lurked in Hanks mind, and - being a witch AND a goddess of love - she decided to 'correct' the mental and physical 'imperfections' that she saw there.
First, she cast a spell that caused Hank to lose muscle mass rapidly, causing his Giant-Man costume to shrink as well, giving his the smooth, girlish lines of an athletic school girl. Then...she transferred all of his knowledge of science, higher-math and invention into Janet, leaving him an ignorant little creature who gazed at his perfect lover with worshipful awe. Seeing that buried deep inside Janet was a vast knowledge of fashion, makeup and feminine charms, she transferred this into Hanks mind just to make everything fair. Then she gestured again, and Janets cried of pleasure became sharper and more urgent, as Hank acquired an almost perfect knowledge of how to please a woman...then his normal-sized cock swelled and grew huge, stopping at a twelve-inch monster as thick as Janets wrist. Below that though, his testicles seemed smaller and less potent. Aside for his prize-winning cock, Hanks body generated little testosterone. An outside observer would have seen in Hank a small, boyish figure with soft, feminine features and a generous selection of curves rounding his body out into girlish perfection. His face was painted-up like a movie starlet, and his blond hair was now long and thick, swooping up into a fetching beehive updo. He squealed and giggled in girlish glee as he came inside him...wife (rings appeared on each of their fingers) and Janet dismounted.
The former Hank Pym (now known to himself as 'Hankie Horgan' stood, tiny and sweet as sugar candy, toughed up his makeup and hair, and slipped on a costume that the old Wasp would have recognized. After all...it was basically hers.
Skin-tight red leotards with flaring black skirt and shoulder tunic concealed his lack of breasts and generous cock, giving him a perfectly feminine appearance. His six-inch heels gave his just enough height to stand at the Melters shoulder, and his giggly, bell-like voice chatted and rang with empty girlish peels of nonsense. Amora smiled and batted back tears. She'd created the perfect mate for Janet. This silly, simpering little sweetie would never hit her or blame her for anything, always knowing that he was just an accessory to his beloveds life. Janets love for the tiny, doll-like boi deepened, and as Janet went back to examining Amora, she said "Well, thanks for waiting. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep from ringing this sissys bell nine times a day, you know?"
Hankie Horgan - not having the slightest idea that he was ever a big, strong man OR a brilliant scientist - giggled and squealed "Yeah, im my dreams, lover. Yer always so...like, stuck in yer lab an' stuff. We should go out dancin' t'night, Bruno. Hit th' clubs an' party an' stuff."
Janet smiled at his silly, fun-loving husband and patted his cheek. He burst into simpering giggles and snuggled up close to her.
"But, as I feared...our companions have been changed. Perhaps the whole world has been changed. They remember you as a man, Amora. They seem to remember me as...well, as a woman very much like my sweet little Hankie here, and him as a brilliant scientist.
"B-b-but WHY?" squeaked Hankie in alarm. "I ain't neva' been no brain or nothin'! I'm jus' a party boi an' stuff. I design fashions an' stuff like that."
Amora patted the bois cheek, and he giggled and flushed. Amora was all that Hankie aspired to, and he loved it when the queenly Asgardian was nice to him. "Of course you're not that man, Hankie. Why...you're the Wasp, after all. The Melters sidekick."
"Yeah!" sang Hankie, dancing in plces, then shrinking down as flying about the room on tiny wasps wings. Cute little antenna poked through his blond hair, and he thought he looked a lot like Tinkerbelle. "I'm th' Winsome Wasp. A total cutie patootie an' lots'a fun! Golly, Meltie...but what are we gonna do t' help our friends remember?"
"I have a spell that should work on the small scale, Hankie. But then...we'll have to seek out Zemo. He is the one who started all this nonsense."
In the other room, the assembled Avengers - Ironman, Thor, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver...even the brutish Hulk had been called in - waited for the report from...
Hank? Was Hank examining them? Wait...that didn't make any sense...did it?
In Janets lab, Amora cast a spell that 'corrected' the 'false' memories of the Avengers, and soon...
"Amora! Janet! Hankie!" cried Ironman as they entered the room. "Any results?"
Janet smiled at the brutal bodyguard of the selfish Tony Stark (not knowing that Stark and Ironman were one in the same) and said "Yes, Ironman. It's far too complex to go into now, but the long and the short of it is...we need to find Zemo fast."
Amora sauntered towards Thor, and the god of thunder casually slipped his arm around her waist. In a way, it didn't feel right to touch Amora like this. But, on the other hand...it was the most natural thing in the world.