Hi Hi All! Just wanted to say before you all read this cap, I mean no ill will & want to express my deepest sympathies to the fans & loved one's of Chadwick Boseman. He truly was a kind man & gave as much as he possibly could of himself. Not just to his loved one's, but fans of his as well. Rest in Power, King.
Wakanda Forver!
I didn't think it was possible to catch me off guard. Not after the snap from the gauntlet of Thanos. I still remember being tossed aside & being knocked out, when I came to I tried to reach out to Okoye. I didn't have time to react, before I saw myself become dust before our very eyes. Admittedly I was scared, but I knew deep down we failed earth as I failed my home... Wakanda. Miraculously, my people who fought with me & for their families, essentially me as well. When they continued to fight along side me & my new friends. The Avengers we all knew that this was the Endgame. It was then I knew I would not allow myself to quit. I would lead my people, until my last breath. I would not allow another to bring me down.
Which is why the outcome of this story which you hear from me is so awkward. I learned that Erik Killmonger torched the chamber full of all the herbs. Thankfully it was M'baku that saved me from an untimely ruling, even though he has challenged me since the beginning. Regardless of this, I too owe him my life. M'baku found far out of Wakanda a new herb. He gave to me & I ordered it to be planted & taken cared for right away. Once the plant became full grown we saw to it, that they were protected once again. I took the original herb that started it all & broke it down to ingest properly. The effects were unlike any I'd ever experienced before & the final outcome is what you see before you. My body was totally transformed into this & to everybody's shock including M'baku, we had no idea of what causes this. Shuri, my sister is still trying to unravel its properties as we speak.
Many people questioned my appearance & abilities to rule Wakanda as I had before. Only my family & surprisingly M'baku stood up for me as well. He was filled with tremendous guilt & begged my forgiveness. He was going to exile himself from Wakanda & his own people, however I stopped him & even stranger, instinctively reached my hand to his face & wiped his tears away. I didn't know what came over me then, but I wanted to care for him. It took some time & getting use to, but I became the rightful king once more & The Black Panther. Not forever though. We are currently training my sister on her off days with the herb, to take my place... At least until after the birth of our first child... Yes you heard right. M'baku & I grew closer as we spent time together. We chalked it down to the herb making me feel more attracted to the male counterparts & M'baku was willing to repay me after his actions, so we saw it as a fair trade. After all he does now give me a reason to shout
Wakanda forever!
After what felt like hours of a bad combination of various knock out drugs, Frank only remembered one thing Kingpin. It didn't take long for Frank to realize something was terribly wrong with him, yet his mind was unable to fully react. Frank looked around the entire area he was in & saw no signs of an exit or seam to apply pressure to. Without warning a speaker erupted with feedback. "Ah, Ms. Castle, it's so lovely to see you finally join us." Frank looked around for the source of the unforgettable voice that was Wilson Fisk. "Please don't bother looking for the speaker it be a waste of your strength & time. I don't plan on drowning on about plans & you failing to stop me or anyone else for that matter. You're just a sex object now. No more killing or fighting or being a mercenary anti-hero or what have you. As you may have noticed your new current & permanent state, it was due to my & a hand full of others you kept getting in their way."
Frank tried to get up, but his legs felt weak, so he played it smart & listen to what he had to say in hopes of getting any information. As he felt the top of his head for wounds or scars, he was confused to see that he had a head full of blonde locks that came down to his shoulders. He didn't know what the plan was or cared. All he wanted was Wilson Fisk's head on a pike. Along with anyone who helped him put him in this situation.
Frank began to feel his leg tingle back to life, prompting him to cross his leg over, until he hear a click hit the floor. He was surrounded by mirrors. He fought to rise up & look around his environment more closely.
He looked into the glass ceiling taking in his new figure by the eye full, leaving him no choice, but to admire himself as Fisk continued to remain silent.
Frank looked down in disgust as he was now a mere mockery of his former self, feeling his new wide hips & smooth body encased inside of a black latex suit, that could easily fit Natasha Romanoff, yet he felt his new body was made to out do even the Black Widow herself.
Frank then heard multiple voices from all around him. He looked down with confusion & slammed the ground mirror, but with no real strength to shatter it. He walked as best as he could to punch all the mirrors in his view to rid the image he now had & none could be broken. He began to feel flushed by the heat of his own emotions & got down on all fours. He slowly pulled & yanked away at the black skin tight latex as much as he could, only able to free his torso & hand. He felt the weight of his new chest pull him further downward. "My my... It seems that Mrs. Francine Castle is tired of her new outfit. Wouldn't it seems gentlemen?" Frank was confused by the phrase. Then it means Fisk was not alone at this time.
Hammerhead: "It certainly seems that way. A shame in my opinion."
Norman Osborn: I'm quite fond of the spandex, got anything in red & blue?
Tombstone: I'm sure Frank- I mean Francine can accommodate to any of our... Particular needs.
Russian: He will learn to or he will feel more pain then pleasure.
"As you can see Mrs. Castle, you're no longer your namesake... The Punisher-"
Frank knew he was beaten & knew all the voices behind the glass, but he wasn't going to give them the pleasure they sought after.
"Now do be a good girl for us & show a solid view of your new ample chest my dear." *whispers to group* "Don't worry gentlemen, we'll all be fit to punishHer soon enough for her disobedience."
The group admired the new body Frank now owned & stifled their laughter to keep him still. Frank remained motionless, refusing even the feeblest request or demand. Unbeknownst to him, however he was now be seen from below by the group from a two way mirror.
