B. B. makes a few other offhand comments while Meggan and Brian get ready to swing round and pick her up, causing changes to the superhuman community

With the match stopped as the groundskeepers tried to repair the damage of the fight and determine if it even could be resumed, the pub's customers all went outside for a smoke or started leaving entirely. B. B. decided it was safe to take a quick break, waving at her Dad as she ran upstairs to her room, slipping under a chain in front of some stairs with a sign that read "Employees Only!" dangling on it.

With a smile she stepped into her cramped bedroom and slumped onto her tiny bed, opening up her laptop to get a better look at the images from the fight she'd been examining earlier. To her delight, their was one picture in HD that featured Namor prominently, water or perhaps sweat dripping off his muscles, facing off against a glowing Captain Marvel as they soared in the air above the sea.

"Proper shame you're such a bad boy." B. B. sighed. She thought briefly of Namorita, the blonde cousin to the Sub-Mariner who was one of her secret crushes growing up.

"I wish that hot cousin of yours never got herself blown up and was still prancing about in those tiny green bikinis of hers, calming you down and helping you to be less of a wanker causing trouble all the time. Maybe the reason you're such a tosser lately is that you wished she was your kissing cousin, hmm? Be nice if someone calmed you down anyways."

B. B. continued to scroll through the website, completely unaware that her idle words had just changed the past and the future of not only Atlantis but the metahuman community at large.

***
Namor brooded on his throne, stewing inwardly at the recent defeat by the Avengers on the Florida coastline. While he had destroyed the Roxxon Oil facility that polluted his domain, accomplishing his main goal, the Avengers had stopped him from killing the board of directors. If he kept having his best forces turned back in skirmishes such as these, it would cast allusions to his worthiness for the throne of Atlantis. Clearly, the time was nigh for more lethal measures. Perhaps the Kraken, fully unleashed, would show the surface-dwellers once and for all that his undersea kingdom was not to be trifled with-

A sudden wave of dizziness overtook him as memories warped and changed.

"You all right, Cuz?" came a familiar female voice.

Namor blinked and looked up at his cousin Namorita, who stood next to his throne with a look of concern in her eyes. She wore only a tight, tiny green chainmail two-piece triangle bikini that just barely covered her perky C-cups and bubble butt. She smiled at him and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"I know that look. You're stressing out again, aren't you?"

He nodded. His cousin knew him so well. After she'd been nearly killed at the hands of some surface dweller, he'd been furious and had nearly gone on the warpath but her recovery led him down a more peaceful path. While she was persona non grata for her role in instigating the "Civil War" on the surface, she became a dedicated **** for good in Atlantis, focusing all of her time and energy on improving the undersea kingdom as much as she could. She was now "The People's Princess" and perhaps more beloved than Namor himself.

She slid behind his throne and began massaging his shoulders, her strength matching his own. He let out a sigh of relief as her fingers dug into his muscles, tension evaporating from his body. Her touch felt so wonderful, so right.

"Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, right? Well, don't worry, I'm here to help. Always."

Her firm breasts brushed against the back of his head as she massaged him and he felt his cock twitch. He'd always been attracted to blonde women, who didn't exist in his realm, and the more capable and regal his cousin became as she grew up from a flighty teen into a beautiful woman, the more attracted he became to her. Not for the first time, he questioned how he really felt about her and she him, but instead just let her skilled fingers wash away his tension and let the thoughts float away.

"Mmm. Thank you." he grunted softly, basking in her touch.

Namorita smiled. She loved her cousin so much and was so happy she was keeping his worst impulses at bay. She knew he could wage war when he got all broody like this, so it was lucky she'd taken to given him massages and cheering him up with jokes and discussion. They'd grown so close over the past several years, she felt more connected to him than anyone else.

Her eyes drifted down and she blushed as she briefly saw something stir between his legs. She pulled back her chest from pressing against the back of his head and bit her lip. It wasn't right to think such things, she knew, but it made her feel so oddly . . . flattered? It had been so long since Nova or anyone had satisfied her desires and he was very handsome. She felt herself getting hot, then decided impetuously to just go for it, leaning her breasts back up against his head again. Life was too short to wait, no matter what people might think of them if they found out.

"Namor, let's get out of this stuffy throne room and back to your chambers where we can . . . talk privately."

***
B. B. turned her attention to Ms.- er, no, Captain Marvel, now, looking like an actual angel as she glowed with light and flew towards Namor. Her short hair flowed around her like a nimubs but her curves were all hidden by her full bodysuit. The angle also didn't show off her long, muscular legs or frankly amazing arse. She pouted a bit, thinking back to her former uniform. While B. B. thought the short hair and more serious outfit was her signaling that she fancied girls, she still missed her old look. Another picture showed up of her and she frowned, muttering to herself.

"Speaking of sexy blondes in bikinis - hello, Captain Marvel! God, but I do miss that black and yellow number! That amazing arse of yours should be on display at all times. Hell, bring back the old costume and add a thong with some heels while you're at it, love."

***

Captain Marvel sighed as she lifted the heavy wreckage of Roxxon Oil and absorbed the last of the energy from any lingering fires. With her incredible strength, the girders and wreckage felt like nothing as she lifted them above her head with both hands. Roxxon employees scuttled about, snapping photos with their cameras, despite being told to evacuate the area. She couldn't tell if they were just being fans or if they were being shady, given how evil their parent company was. One wrong move and these assholes might actually try suing them.

"Steve, I finally got the last of the mess cleaned up, I'm going to fly this garbage into space and blast it into-"

Suddenly, she felt the Florida breeze on her legs, arms and most distressingly, her bare ass cheeks!

Carol looked down and saw herself wearing her old black and yellow Ms Marvel uniform again - or at least a version of it. Shocking sensations from below the waist hit her all at once. She heard twin clicks as stiletto heels hit the ground, at least 6 inches high, attached to her thigh high boots. She'd never tottered on heels quite this tall before, nor did she ever parade around in a goddamn thong!

"What the actual Hell?!?" she snarled, tossing down the debris with a loud clang and turning her head over her shoulder to examine her backside. To her fury, she was wearing a black slingshot thong where the bottom of her old uniform should be, showing off her entire damn ass, like some sort of stripper!

Male Roxxon employees with grins on their faces began zooming in their cameras on her famous "epic white girl booty" as Luke Cage had once referred to it (a reference that earned him being banished to sleep on the couch for two weeks by her BFF Jessica Jones).

She grimaced and concentrated on flying up and out of the range of the view of their cameras, launching herself into the air . . . only to stop once she got at the end of the range of their cameras. She heard a low wolf whistle from a bolder civilian and realized that flying up was just showing off even more of her ass and legs than before. She grimaced and tried to turn around to have her butt face the other direction, away from the Roxxon workers taking pictures . . . only to bend over and thrust out her hips backwards, displaying her ass even more.

"OK, now I'm getting pissed off! I need some backup, please, I've got some sort of, ah, situation happening." she spat through gritted teeth.

The roar of Iron Man's jets announced his presence before she saw him.

"Hey, you said you needed . . . backup? Um." Carol groaned as she heard his voice trail off and knew he was staring at her behind without even looking over her shoulder. "Carol? You OK? You about to start twerking or-"

"I'M not doing this, Tony!" she snapped "I was picking up that wreckage and suddenly my costume changed and now I can't stop showing off my damn ass!"

Iron Man stifled a laugh and tried to hide it as a cough.

"Tony, I swear to God-

"OK, calm down. Let me try a distraction and then we'll try to get you out of here before you go find the champagne room. Suit, let loose distracting fireworks display #3 in 5 seconds."

The suit let loose a dazzling display of pyrotechnics and laser lights, blinding and distracting the civilians below. Carol took the opportunity to fly and fast as high in the air as she could, then found herself stopping again in the upper atmosphere.

"Carol, you doing better? You're just at the end range of my visor's visual capabilities, should I fly up and join you?"

Something about the phrasing made something click in Captain Marvel's mind.

"Not yet. Tony, you try flying up another ten feet."

"Done."

The sexy blonde waited and then tried flying upwards again . . . only to go another ten feet.

"Tony, stop looking at me. Turn around."

"OK, you got it." he replied in her communicator earpiece, sounding a bit guilty at having been caught staring at her ass.

And suddenly, without warning, Carol found herself swooping around in a circle and bending over to thrust out her ass again, as if laser focused on making sure she was showing it off.

"GOD DAMN IT!" she bellowed into the air, even as she heard Tony make a choked noise.

***
B. B. sighed wistfully, thinking of all the beautiful superheroines out there and handsome superstuds, getting a bit turned on and frustrated at the same time as scrolled down through the article, hoping for more sexy pictures but finding none, just a pop up asking her to subscribe to their website.

"Oh, come on, then! Stupid article! Stupid prudes! The whole lot of you superheroines should be parading around in next to nothing like Namorita or that sexy Emma Frost number when you're out and about. You're all sodding invulnerable besides being hotter than hell - may as well give the rest of us a damn show! And all those blokes should go shirtless while they're at it - equal opportunity, yeah?" she grumbled to herself.

***
Elizabeth Braddock and the rest of the new Excalibur had tracked down all the remaining parts of Nimrod that hadn't been destroyed, with the intent of taking them back to Krakoa for examination.

"Who do you think robodouche was going on about when he first showed up? 'Killing the most powerful mutant alive' or whatever?" Jubilee said as she adjusted her trademark pink sunglasses.

"Beats me, sugar. But if he didn't get to "her," whoever the heck she is, I'd say we did our dang jobs today." Rogue said with a smile, carrying her husband in her arms as they flew back towards Britain's portal to Krakoa. "Wouldn't you say, Bets?"

Psylocke blushed and realized she'd been staring at Rogue's ass again while she flew in front of her. What was with her today? She'd have to have Charles do a scan of her mind when she got back.

"Ah, sorry, my mind was elsewhere, come-"

Suddenly, all of their clothes changed in a blink of an eye.

"Again?" Betsy finished in a shocked tone as her Captain Britain uniform became a tight Union Jack-painted corset with a lacy white pair of thong panties and matching white leather thigh-high boots hugging her trim legs. She felt air all over her body but her attention was quickly garnered by Rogue and Gambit.

Gambit's chestplate vanished, leaving him shirtless, which a few minutes ago would have garnered her attention, but Rogue's yellow and green bodysuit becoming a tiny green and yellow string bikini (the colors alternating cups and streamed down the middle of the front of her tiny bottom), leaving her full ass and long legs on display got her focus instead. Betsy's jaw dropped - as did Gambit as a startled Rogue nearly let him fall.

"What the hell?!?"

"Uh, I second that!" Jubilee yelped, her sensible black overcoat and bodysuit having been replaced with a see through black lace cape, a skintight vinyl pink tube top, tiny pink vinyl short shorts that left her ass hanging out and black vinyl thigh high boots that hugged her legs.

***
Sue Storm smiled as she finished off her mimosa at brunch with her friend Janet Van Dyne. She really hadn't realized how badly she'd needed "a girl's day" with an old friend. Raising two teenagers was in some ways more stressful than saving the world.

"So, you and Tony are . . .?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"OK, yeah, we're- we're something now, OK? Jeez." Janet said, blushing uncharacteristically. "It just kind of happened. We're keeping it on the down low- does anyone even still say that anymore?"

"Don't try and dodge the issue, Jan. Why are you so shy about it? I've seen what you wear to fashion week, I didn't think you were shy about anything."

Janet snorted as she picked up her own mimosa.

"Look, after Hank, then Hawkeye, I just don't want to make things weird or to get a reputation as the village bicycle of the Avengers, OK? I'm not shy, I-"

Suddenly, the clothes of both women changed in an instant. Sue recognized her daring two piece bikini number she used to wear back in the 90's when Malice was affecting her thinking, a big cut-out in the shape of a "4" in her blue and white tank top showing off a ton of cleavage . . . but now without any bra beneath it. Her D-cups strained against the tight spandex material, nipples clearly outlined against the material. She also felt her ass cheeks against the wooden chair which was even more shocking because she certainly didn't remember the bottom being a tiny thong! Also, the trademark gloves were gone and the thigh high boots now seemed to end in towering heels instead of sensible flats.

Janet's purple sundress seemed to shrink like she did, becoming instead a gauzy, seethrough teddy made of lace that barely hit her navel. Her perky C-cups strained and swayed beneath the thin material. Below the waist, she now wore actual purple garter belts that attached to a lacy belt and a barely there bit of tight purple lace that covered her pussy but left her ass almost completely exposed.

Jan shrank instinctively but Sue blinked in shock for a few moments before thinking to go invisible, limiting their exposure . . . but superheroines elsewhere weren't nearly so lucky.

***

"Uh, my armor's chest plate just vanished and I'm having some trouble maintaining armor function, which is a long-winded way to say I'm falling and could use some help?" Tony's snapped, rushing his words together.

Carol, who already felt herself being pulled down to make sure he got a good view of her ass, flew even faster now and grabbed him, then stayed hovering just low enough that civilians could take pictures

"Well, at least I'm not the only one having a wardrobe malfu- oh, god DAMN it!" she said, as she noticed her black uniform had been further diminished to a two-piece bikini with a matching mask, gloves and heels. Her C-cups were now barely contained in a tight black swimsuit top, each cup festooned with a lightning bolt.

"Uh, we all appear similarly affected." came an embarrassed call from Captain America over the radio. "Let's leave the clean-up to Damage Control and reconvene at Avengers HQ."

"You got it, Captain. And not one fucking word, Tony." Carol growled at the man in her arms. "I, uh, might need some help getting to HQ, my ability to fly seems to be restricted to whenever my- ugh, I can't even say it. Just have Thor follow me, please."

Carol blushed furiously. Whomever was forcing her to show off her ass like a goddamn stripper was going to suffer! She thought of her best friend Jessica Jones and the **** she'd suffered at the hands of the Purple Man, whomever was behind this was likely the same type of sick pervert-

"Oh, no! Jessica!"

***

"Baby food, taco stuff, frozen pizza, whiskey." Jessica Jones muttered to herself as she wandered through the supermarket, reminding herself of what else she needed to buy for the week, pushing the cart ahead of her. God, she hated the supermarket. Usually she made her husband Luke do all the tedious shopping duties but he was busy with something helping Danny Rand and so this week, the shopping fell to her.

She had just entered the frozen food aisle when her typical outfit of tattered blue jeans, black tee, black leather jacket, bicycle gloves and sneakers became something else entirely. The leggy brunette suddenly found herself in black leather thigh-high heels that hugged her legs, a slingshot black leather thong that rode high on her hips and a tight black leather corset that pushed her tits up and out. Her bicycle gloves stretched out to become long leather gloves up to her elbow as well. She now carried a tiny black purse on one shoulder where she felt the weight of all the things that had been in her pockets a few seconds ago. She felt goosebumps raise across her exposed ass and her nipples get hard from the chill of the frozen food section.

She stopped and gawked at herself in the reflection of the glass doors on the frozen foods.

"OK, whoever the fuck just dressed me up like I belong in the goddamn Hellfire Club is getting their asses BEYOND beat!" she snarled, looking around angrily for the source of whomever did this to her, but only seeing a slack-jawed stockboy and a few other shocked or appreciative customers as well. She saw one guy reach into his pockets for his phone and rushed up to lift him up by the scruff of his shirt off the ground, making him yelp.

"Anybody takes pictures of me, I FEED you your phone, GOT IT?" she snarled, before dropping the guy again, and rushing out of the front of the store, unaware that at least one other shopper had gotten a good photo of her storming through the supermarket in her leather lingerie ensemble before she left.

***
The group known as the Young Avengers were all in their early 20's by now and had several years experience with taking down bad guys, so tearing apart a secret AIM facility in New Jersey should have been a walk in the park for them. They'd torn the roof of of the warehouse - literally, with Stature's help - and started cleaning house easily . . . before sudden changes hit all the women on the team without warning.

"Looks like these beekeeper douchebags have a basement bungalow. Let's dig deeper, yeah?" America Chavez said with a smile before tearing up a chunk of concrete flooring to reveal a lab below the warehouse.

"Hey, watch it! A little warning next time before you destroy the floor, please?" Kate Bishop, AKA Hawkeye said as the floor rumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance and sent several more arrows into the legs of AIM goons trying to escape.

"Speaking of which, coming through!"

The aptly named Speed came zipping past her, knocking scores of AIM agents on their asses, while Wiccan and Hulking fought the agents in hulking exoskeletons to their left.

"Hey, let me lend a hand!"

Stature, the size-changing blonde daughter of Scott Lang, reached down and swatted one of the AIM warriors in a robot suit across the warehouse, carefully stepping her giant legs into the warehouse so as to not crush her compatriots.

Everything was going perfectly, until suddenly, all of their costumes changed.

For the men, it was simply a matter of all of their shirts vanishing, leaving their chests and abs exposed. For the young women, however, it was a different story.

Stature's red and black jumpsuit became a daring spandex thong bikini in red and black checkers that barely covered her assets, showing off an actual skyscraper worth of legs, tits and ass. The flats of her costume became platform red vinyl wedge heels that hugged up her calves.

"Holy shit, am I dreaming?" the lesbian American Chavez started as she noticed the change to Stature, then shouted "Because- hijo de puta!" as she noticed the change to her own wardrobe. She now wore nothing but an American flag g-string bikini, covered in red, white and blue glitter, with a pair of white open-toe six-inch high heels.

For most crimefighters, this would be merely an embarrassment but for Kate Bishop the change would have proved fatal. Suddenly, her sleek purple uniform became something out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue, even as her quiver, arrows and bow remained the same. Tight, tiny lacy purple hot pants style panties hugged her waist and tight ass while her top became a matching lacy purple push-up bra, displaying her perky B-cups. Her functional boots became skintight and gained six-inch purple stiletto heels, making her lose her balance as she tried jumping on top of a nearby crate.

"Ahh! What the fu-" she began, only for an AIM soldier to take advantage of the distraction and let loose what would have been a fatal shot from an energy cannon at her toned, exposed midsection . . . to absolutely no effect. Luckily for her, B. B. had just said that all superheroines were invulnerable.

"Kate!" Speed cried out, "Are you- what the hell? Where's my shirt?"

"I have no goddamn idea!" Hawkeye sputtered as the AIM agents took advantage of the chaos to try and press the attack, only for their weapons to have no effect on Stature, Hawkeye or Kate Bishop. "And I lost WAY more than a fucking shirt!"

***
B. B. sighed and turned off the laptop. It wouldn't pay to get herself too excited, given that she only had a few more minutes before her parents would bellow for her to come back down to the damn pub. She sighed. Maybe she could take the initiative, try flirting with the cute blonde guy downstairs? Sure, he'd likely say no, but it was better than just giving up and overworking her fingers and vibrator to pictures of superheroes after Mum and Dad had gone to bed.

With a heavy heart, fully expecting to be rejected, the petite waitress tied up her frizzy brown hair in pigtails and applied some pink lipstick one of her sisters had left behind. The effect was more like a little kid playing dress up than the sexy schoolgirl she was hoping for, given her near total lack of curves and height. She snorted and undid the pigtails before stomping back downstairs, cursing herself of her foolishness and adjusting her apron.

"Like I'm ever going to get-" she muttered before seeing the white limo pull up to the front of the pub.

"Laid?" she ended in a question as she saw a shirtless Brian Braddock step out of the back of the limo, wearing just neat black slacks and black dress shoes, with his busty blonde bride Meggan in tow . . . who was wearing nothing but a lacy green matching bra, panty and garter belt set, complete with thigh-high stockings.

The famous pair opened the pub door and all conversation stopped for a moment as everyone gawked at one of Britain's most famous couples in next to nothing.

Holding the door open wide, the former Captain Britain broke the silence first as he looked around the pub, then saw B. B. and smiled.

"Bonnie Barrington?" he asked in his rich, deep baritone.

"That- that's me!" she squeaked, shocked that the U.K's greatest hero (well, formerly greatest) knew her name.

"Excellent! Come with us please - we're here to show you the night of your life."

He gestured at the open limo door, bowing slightly. Behind him, Meggan smiled and gave her a wave with a flirty little wink, a big lustful grin on her face.

"Mum, Dad - I bloody quit!" B. B. said, tossing her apron off before storming up to the door, stopping only to take a few seconds to marvel at Brian's beefy shirtless torso. With a big grin, he put a muscular arm around her and gently led the astonished girl back to the white limo, the door to the pub closing behind them as they turned and got inside the vehicle. The last anyone inside saw of the three was an astonished and delighted B. B. taking in the fact that Meggan had chosen to wear a thong for their first meeting as she turned around to reenter the limo and the door to the limo closed.