Calvin was tired, yet energized. This twisted version of his greatest enemies beloved was such a dark and tainted example of humanity...that it drove him to wild heights of passion he'd never even imagined. That this once good, innocent and dedicated person had become such a vile, foul evil and foul abuser of both her talents and her position. And most fascinating of all...she clearly both remembered AND despised her former identity. Jane Foster had been  a devoted Angel of Mercy...and Fossy hated her for all the time she wasted on others. Also...he was starting to realise that her Fossy identity...genuinely liked and admired him. She saw Calvin Zabo as an ideal and a goal. A target to strive for. A living symbol of all she now held sacred.

 

   And it drove him MAD with PASSION!!!!

 

   He looked down, somewhat disgusted at the mess his and Fossy's sweat and and 'juices' had made of Donald Blake's desk...then gazed up at his evil Venus...as she drew out Donald Blake's medical diploma...and blotted her streaming fluids. She smiled at him, her lips twisting into a sneer as she theatrically sniffed the paper and cooed "Oh, Cal...Donny's diploma smells like love."

 

   They both laughed...and only them noticed that Donald Blake was standing in the door of his office.

 

   They exchanged shocked looks - Calvin looking thunder struck and Donald looking dead-eyed and stunned. Donald was holding his briefcase in one hand, and had enough time to mumble "Jane?" before Fossy threw a paperweight at him, striking him dead center in the forehead and sending him reeling.

 

   "GRAB HIS CANE, CAL!" she bellowed as she rushed her former boss, friend and lover. She tackled the crippled doctor and bore him to the ground like a football player, before snatching up the paperweight again...and striking him again and again on the head.

 

   Finally, Donald Blake lay on the floor, his blood pooling around him.

 

   "Is...is he dead?"

 

   Jane lit a cigarette, then chuckled "Naw, he'll be fine...but he's gonna wish I'd kissed him. I got an idea. Help me drag him to the Molding room."

 

   "Molding?" Calvin asked, and Jane chuckled. "Been a while since you had a real practice, huh Cal? These are the days of Richards, Stark and Pym. What with the addition of abandoned Skrull, Kree and Inhuman technology, Medicine's taken a real leap forward. Surgery's different. No longer do we just slice into flesh. Now...we sculpt meat and bone like it was clay, allowing for once agonizing and lengthy processes to fly by quick and painless. It's supposed to be an aid to surgery and physical therapy. I usually use it to give wanted crooks plastic surgery...but I've always wondered what I could do with it, if I didn't CARE about the subject. Strap him in, Cal...and I'll show you what this baby can do."

 

   The room they'd brought Blake to looked like something from Logans Run. Dominating the room was a bed surrounded by injecting needles and energy emitters. A nearby work station was flanked by a pair of computers. Janet looked down at the computer and typed a few lines. 

 

   "Donald? Do you hear me?"

 

   The man moaned and nodded. 

 

   "Good, Donald...because I've got some information for you. Donald...you are disgusted by whores. Cheap, fake, tawdry, brazen whores are the most evil thing in the world. You know it in your soul. Just the thought of some gaudy, big-titted slut trying to get your attention with her body makes you sick to your stomach. Nothing is worse than a skuzzy, sleazy whore, Donald. You are repulsed by them, and everything they say and do. They have no standards, Donald. They never say no. They never say stop. They just keep moving from one cheap payoff to another, and never question their actions. Their appetites are NEVER satiated. Their wants are NEVER enough. Whores are what disgust you."

 

   Calvin paused, then injected his former foe with the formula.

 

   "You are a whore. Body and soul. You are a whore." Fossy was positively gloating as she spoke.

 

   His body began to undulate and ripple, but still he gasped out "No! Not..."

 

   "You are a whore. A cheap, wornout little 'Backalley Sally' with no goals beyond the next dick...the next toke...the next shot...forever. You never plan anything out. You never think beyond the moment. You don't know your age. You don't know your birthday. You don't know where you'll sleep tonight. In a cheap hotel? In a strangers bed? In the back of someone's car? You don't know and don't care. All you know is that YOU are a WHORE."

 

   And all the while...the body of Donald Blake shifted and warped as his body reshaped itself at Fossy's direction.

 

   "Remember what I said about Whores, Donna? Do you remember, Donna?"

 

   Donna? Was that her name? "Uh, yeah...I do..."

 

   "Good, Donna...because you are one."

 

   Donna gave the first flash of her new personality. She snapped "Yeah, I fuckin' know that, bitch!"

 

   "Such sass..." Fossy giggled "...but...what if I gave you the chance to be something else, Donna?"

 

   "I'm a whore. Gotta get on th' streets an' sell my pussy for five bucks. I'm a whore."

 

   "Think back....deep down...what if I gave you the chance...to be something else?"

 

   Donna's (slutty/.cheap/sleazy) face crumpled, and she begged "YES! Please! I don' wanna be a whore! I'm jus' a whore, an' I on' wanna be one! Help me!"

 

   Calvin watched in fascination. Watching his greatest foe reduced to this...and by his former friend...was the most erotic thing he'd even seen.

 

   "Okay, Donna. I'm going to extend my hand...and when I do, you will grab it. As you grab my hand, you accept that you are beneath us forever...but that's fine. You will still have all your lusts and desires as a whore, but you will also have Donald Blake's medical knowledge. You will be 'Nurse Donna', understood? You will be our loyal, unquestioning and totally subordinate 'Nurse Donna'. You will always be Nurse Donna. You have always been Nurse Donna. Nurse Donna is our loyal, slutty slave for life."

 

   Calvin watched the empty-headed blond with the big tits and big ass as she painted her nails with yet another coat of red varnish. She was like a sexual cartoon instead of a human being, so broken and empty was she. She fussed with her big, blond hair and read fashion and gossip magazines, and looked for all the world like a stereotypical 'bimbo' in a fetishised 'Nurse' outfit. Behind her stupid-looking eyes though...she was the greatest assistant any doctor could ask for. Loyal, brilliant and utterly without goals beyond her employers immediate happiness and success. 

 

   "Oh, Donna."

 

   The blond woman looked up, her face blank yet happy. "Yes, Doctor Fossy?"

 

   "Pickup that stick someone left here, would you?"

 

   Nurse Donna stood and teetered on her absurd heels to the familiar-looking stick. She bent down...and the stick wouldn't budge.

 

   "I dunno how t' move it, Doctor Fossy."

 

   Calvin chuckled, and picked the stick up. Even in its plain walking stick form...Nurse Donna wasn't worthy to lift it. Calvin picked up the stick and tossed it into a broom closet.

 

   (meanwhile)

 

   Tony was starting to get angry. First Cap and the Falcon. Then Pepper. Then Carol and Janet. Now Don Blake wasn't answering his phone?