Round five will now begin. Michael's still less than a thousandth his normal size. And now, five more giantesses are about to do it to him. And they're all married...to W'Kabi, Wakanda's captain of the border guard.

Now, Michael is in the clutches of Elisa Sinclair, a powerful sorceress from Ishmael-61311. In her world, Steve Rogers becomes the Supreme Hydra. And she'd know; in that world, she's the one who kidnaps baby Steve from his crib in Brooklyn, a few days after he's born. She takes her to a Hydra-run island, where Dr. Faustus and the Kraken both train him how to become a hardened Hydra hit-man.

She herself was not trained by the Kraken...but she's sure inherited his tentacles. She uses all billion of them to tease and torment Michael, sexually. She herself was also not trained by Dr. Faustus...but she's sure inherited his illusion-casting charm. She sends him all over the utopian world, while planning naughty things for him.

In her world, she was in league with the Elder Gods; Chthon, especially. Chthon is the eldermost of the Elder Gods, and the world's first black magus. Set was his brother. Now, because of her connection with Chthon, she's immortal.

Michael probably wouldn't mind seeing Madame Hydra and Jiaying the Inhuman fight one another in an "immortality duel;" however that'd look like. But then, he might appreciate it more if he knew who the hell Jiaying is... Or Quake, even...

But then...it's probably better that Michael never meets Quake. Quake didn't like Deke Shaw, after all...

From here, little Michael becomes ensnared in the venomous coils of Tanya Sealy, the Black Mamba. This seductress absolutely loves her mascara. Again, Darkforce magic is her ax. And her ax has been known to make Skurge's look like a rusty hatchet. It doesn't even matter that the MCU version of Skurge's ax was made of obsidian from Hel...

Ms. Sealy is a Darkforce witch...and she's also a queen of hypnosis. She, too, spikes Michael with a bit of her hypnotic charm. At this, Michael would be lucky if he didn't wake up in the belly of an actual black mamba...

In this moment, she deludes Michael...with a vision of Agatha. In his vision, they're the same size again. She flaps her blonde Malfoy hair, and coy-smiles. From where he stands, he can see down her blouse. In this dream, her hooters make her forget all about her mother's...if that's even possible in the real world...

Agatha giggles, and turns her back towards him. Here, he can see the open back of what she wears. And that is a very nice back. If she was a bareback mare, he'd SO ride her...

Now, she bends over. Michael gawks, as he sizes up her ass. But then, he doesn't really have to. That...is a VERY fertile ass. Any serpent would love to sink their fangs into it...one of the Gaunts' serpents, especially...

Now, in his Black Mamba-induced vision, Michael shrinks. Now, Agatha's big ass is even bigger, and towers over him. But now, her bare legs are bigger, too. Michael would feel like he was in heaven...if this didn't feel like the perfect bastardization of heaven and hell...

It's no wonder, why Ms. Sealy's so good with men. In Chicago, where she was born and raised, she was a call girl. Many men, she served. Most of them were jackasses, though. Even so, she got to where not a single client of hers ever complained about her service.

Sometime after that, Roxxon offered her a job. There, they turned her into a Darkforce witch. Since then, she's fought Thing, the Inhuman Triton, and Iron Man. They were all men, though...and hence, easy for Black Mamba to beat. Thing proved a bit harder than the other two... But then, his love for that blind sculptress back in New York seems very sacred to him. Funny; Grimm doesn't seem like the kind of man who'd have a good relationship with anything sacred...let alone women...let alone blind women...

Michael tries not to think about such things. But then, he wouldn't know. For now, he just wants to lose himself in this Mamba's coils, and dream of Agatha...as if he's already forgotten what Ms. Sealy looks like. But then...she's hardly the first onyx-haired Slytherin femme who's tried to seduce him, ever since the Sorting Hat put him in Ravenclaw... Hell, Pansy's tried to seduce him a few times. Too bad she's just as much a stranger to Darkforce magic as he would've been, days ago, back in England...

For now, though, it'd...probably be better of Pansy DIDN'T become Ms. Sealy's protégé...if Ms. Sealy's even looking for one of those...

Now, Michael gazes up on the great and magnificent face of Whitney Frost. She's an actress from Hollywood...born to the Los Angeles mafia. Her ancestors were of Ticino, a Swiss canton with an Italian population.

Her face bears a Darkforce scar on it. With it, she once contracted the powers of a Darkforce witch...which she still is.

Between two white-polished hands, tiny Michael levitates upside-down, with a hardened cock. He's surrounded by a cloud of Darkforce magic. The cloud makes tentacles, that radiate from Ms. Frost's hands.

Her hands smell nice; Michael gives them that. Although a British wizard, Michael has seen many of Ms. Frost's movies. Hence, he feels like he's being bewitched by a movie goddess.

Ms. Frost loves her little Michael. She's having a hard time letting him go...

Now, Michael's in the clutches of the Enchantress. (Lushton; not Amora.) Sylvie Lushton is just a simple Icelandic girl with Asgardian witch powers. She's an emerald in W'Kabi's harem...although she often feels overlooked.

What she wears is green and slutty...just like her predecessor, Amora. Funny; in her own way, she reminds Michael of the Malfoy women...

With magic, she levitates little Michael between her hands. As a witch, she...can't help but feel traces of another witch's powers on him... This intrigues her... Alas, she has too much of a crush on little Michael to investigate that. Tonight, it's about him and her.

With a green polished finger, she bops his hardened cock. With green-stuck lips, she holds him upside-down by the hardened cock, and kisses him on the bum.

With blood magic, Nico Minoru levitates poor Michael everywhere. She's got him now. If she's anything like her mother, she'll never let him go.

To sexually accurse him, she wields the Staff of One. It's made the Minoru matriline very powerful, over the years. The Gibborim, a race of alien-gods who her mother once worshipped as a member of the Pride, once valued her mother for her magic. They probably would've granted her dominion over Earth...if only the Gibborim's promises made to Pride were ever worth anything. Alas, Nico has already talked to Dr. Strange about that. The Gibborim were nothing but a race of scammers, looking for weaker and naïve folk to manipulate.

It's a shame, really. Nico's mother used to do just that to her...as if she didn't know the Gibborim at all...if she ever did.

Once, Nico was a Runaway. Sister Grimm, she was once called in that role. Hence, she should still be in mourning for the MIA status of Alex Wilder, one of her fellow Runaways, as well as her ex-lover. Alas, the cuteness of Michael Corner is too impossible for her to pass up. With her blood magic, she has her fill of the tiny cute Briton.

It should be a crime, though, that Michael is a wizard...and yet, Nico can't see that for what it is any better than any of these other Masters of Evil bimbos that W'Kabi keeps locked up in his seraglio...

Now, at long last, Michael has met the harem. At his new size, they're all quite overwhelming. Seems a bit saddening, though, that some of them are witches, and won't even shrink themselves down to his level, just to prove how much they care...

If Michael didn't know any better, he'd say they didn't care. Come to think of it...he doesn't. As much as he's enjoyed this, he knows he can't count on this. Hell, he wouldn't expect them to count on him. He's a Ravenclaw, after all; and of the four houses of Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw is the most likely to become a swindler when they grow up. After all, Gilderoy Lockhart did.

Case in point, he's gotta get out. For him, that shouldn't be too hard. None of W'Kabi's wives know that he's a wizard. All he's gotta do is wait until the time is right...and risk getting sexually teased by any of his twenty-five captors, for as long as that lasts...

Merlin, Michael's looking forward to that... Too bad Agatha will always hate him for it. Michael need not worry, though. If he's lucky, there just might be a certain African queen in his future. And I DON'T mean the one that Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn once sailed down the Ulanga...