With a roar Thanos tosses the Infinity Gauntlet to the wall. The sheer force of the act, accompanied by the stones still embedded into it, shatters large chunks of solid rock and causes tremors throughout the asteroid from which the throne room sits.
Thanos falls to her right knee and has to catch herself because she is breathing heavily. The mere experience of this exhaustion is maddening and makes her even angrier. She has never been more embarrassed in all her life.
"Perhaps if you had one of your loyal minions wear it, father?" A deep unseen voice asks.
Thanos grabs her head and winces. "No," she says. "I can't trust anyone to make the correct wish, and it would kill anyone else who tries to wield it long before they can try. Even you." Thanos says this last line, implying he knew what SuperGiant was thinking.
"It would be a worthy sacrifice, for your appraisal, father," the voice answers.
Thanos looks off into the distance, toward the source of the voice. Even though she would not vocalize it, she knew she could not trust SuperGiant. She was the one child whom Thanos still did not understand. 'No,' Thanos thinks. 'He is the one child, I cannot understand.'
"I wish you would trust me, Father." Super Giant says, clearly reading Thanos' subconsciousness.
Despite the outcome and concern, Thanos can't help but smile. Her now son seemed more powerful than before. She wondered if it was from such a simple wish. 'He might be a threat one day, but not now.'
Thanos pushes herself up and approaches the gauntlet again. As if summoned, it loosens from the wall and comes rolling toward Thanos' feet. She picks it up with her right hand and slips her left hand inside.
Thanos lifts her hand and tries to fit her fingers into the glove properly. The most she can do is get a couple of the gauntlets fingers to move a bit, but snapping was clearly impossible. Her hands are now far too small. She grabs the reality stone with her right hand and tries to will it to change either her body or the size of the glove, but it won't work. Something is stopping her.
"It's a shame you killed all the dwarves, Father." Super Giant says with a hint of delight. "Now, no one can mend it for you. Except maybe one, but... Well, you know how he's doing."
Thanos thinks back to Eitri the Dwarf and considers the possibility of using his or her help again, but she no longer has any bargaining chips with Eitri, it would be next to impossible to get the gauntlet adjusted.
Frustrated, she removes the glove, drops it onto the floor and walks to her throne. She grabs the armrest and uses it to boost herself up and take a seat. Despite her concerns with leaving the stones out in the open, she knew no one could handle it. She also knew SuperGiant was too loyal to make any attempts at stealing the gauntlet, so she set her head down to rest.
"Rest now, Father." Super Giant whispers. "For you're going to need it. Now the whole of the Universe knows what you've done, and what you have. None will stop until they can take that away from you and extract their vengeance, and I will be ever watchful father. Rest easy."
***Elsewhere on a small ship heading toward Earth***
Starlord finds herself standing in a room full of light. It is hard to see without her eyes hurting. The shadow of a little girl walks toward her. The little girl seems to age quickly as she moves closer.
"Gamora?" Peter Quill asks.
"Peter." She answers with a smile.
"Where are we?" Starlord asks. "I thought you were..."
"Dead?" Gamora asks. "I think I am, but not really." she tells him. "Whatever my father did, seems to have connected me with the stones." She adds.
"How are you here?" Starlord asks.
"I seem to be connected with everyone the stones touched as well." Gamora looks to Peter. "You don't look affected."
Peter notices she now has her male body. "I guess I was just too tough for him." Starlord says, referring to Thanos.
"Really?" Gamora says, as she moves in closer. She places her hands on Starlords waist then moves up to her chest. Before She can protest she has suddenly turned into a woman again.
"No!" Starlord squeals as she pulls away.
Gamora looks her up and down with a smirk. "Not bad."
"It's not funny!" Starlord complains. "It's hard to move with these things, and I keep getting all emotional."
Gamora smiles with a light chuckle. "You always were emotional."
"No, I'm not!" Peter protests.
"You're cute when you're angry." Gamora says, causing Starlord to blush. She moves in close again and places her hands on Peter's hips. Even though Starlord is trying to look away she can't resist looking into Gamora's eyes. She feels Gamora's hands slowly moving up her sides before Gamora starts to lightly shake her.
"Peter." Gamora says. Starlord feels suddenly confused. Gamora is still shaking her.
"Peter!" She hears a young man's voice now.
"Mr. Starlord!" Mantis says loudly waking Peter up.
Peter Quill opens her eyes to see Mantis standing over her. She is still not adjusted to everyone's new look so she tries to pull away, hitting her head on the wall behind her.
"Ouch." Starlord says. "Mantis! What's wrong?"
"You were talking in your sleep." Mantis says in his young male voice. "I was worried." He makes a strange face and looks away from Starlord.
"I'm fine. It was just a dream." Starlord answers. She looks up toward Mantis, noticing the concern in his face. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"
Mantis continues trying to look away in embarrassment as he replies. "I think it's broken."
Peter Quill looks at Mantis in confusion. "Think it's broken? What's broken?"
Mantis hesitates before looking down, then standing up straight. Peter has no time to avoid the seemingly large erection that is suddenly thrust in her face. She throws her arms out and screams. She tries to back away into the wall and only continues to hurt herself more. In an attempt to turn away her breasts only push her further from the wall.
"Go away!" Starlord pleads. "I don't wanna see that!"
Mantis reaches forward and grabs Starlord's arm. "Peter! I need your help!" He says.
Peter tries to turn back around and starts feeling paranoid as his arm comes surprisingly close to Mantis' erection. He imagines he can feel the warmth coming off of it, and hopes it wasn't real.
"Move away." Peter says as she tries to make gestures without getting closer.
Mantis still looks concerned but he finally takes a step back. Peter quill is afraid to sit up because her heart is now racing. She is worried she might fall off her small bed.
"I don't know what to do Peter." Mantis says. "It's been like this for hours. Normally I'd ask Gamora or your father, but now i don't have anyone to talk to."
Peter finally feels calm and manages to sit up. She grabs her chest and panics momentarily when she remembers she has breasts. Flashbacks of the last few hours suddenly pop back into her looks at Mantis and tries her best not to look at his erection. She fails.
Mantis looks to Starlord with pleading eyes. "Peter?"
"It's just," Peter Starts. "It's just..." She looks to the side and sees Drax laying on the floor watching both of them. "How long have you been there?"
Drax has one arm under her head and another wrapped around her extremely large still exposed breasts. She raises her head to speak despite not needing to. "Since you fell asleep. I was worried you would take your life."
"I'm not gonna take my life, Drax. It was a figure of speech." Starlord responds. "And what happened to the shirt I gave you?"
"It was too tight." Drax responds. "And I don't need a shirt. On my planet, warriors don't need shirts."
"Well, we're not on your planet." Starlord responds. "You're on my ship, and on my ship, women wear shirts."
"That's surprisingly sexist of you." Drax responds. "Maybe that's why Thanos did this to us. Because you're sexist!" Drax says this last line with emphasis.
"Thanos didn't do this because I'm sexist." Starlord protests. "He's a mad man. Who knows why he did this."
"Peter!" Mantis complains loudly as he steps forward and grabs Starlord's shoulders.
Starlord is once again trying to move away from Mantis' erect genitals. "Back away. Back away." She says.
Mantis lets go and slowly walks backward. Peter open-hand points toward Mantis' erection and thinks of what to say. "It's just... morning wood."
"Morning wood?" Mantis asks.
"Yes." Morning wood. "You get it in the mornings, sometimes."
Mantis looks out the ship's window at the lack of sunlight. "But it isn't morning."
"No." Peter responds. "You get it sometimes when you are asleep."
"But I wasn't asleep." Mantis replies. "I was meditating, and I was thinking about all the changes in our bodies. Then I was thinking about your body, and how it was strange that your chest and your waist are so much bigger than mine, and..." Mantis suddenly sits down. "Mr. Quill, it's really starting to hurt."
Drax lazily crawls forward and looks up toward Mantis, then at the protrusion coming from his pants. "That is not wood." She says matter of factly. "It is a symbol of your manhood."
"My manhood?" Mantis asks.
"It is a children's sickness that takes over when you're old enough to take on a wife."
"It's not a child's sickness." Starlord protests. "I've seen you pitch a tent all the time."
Drax looks to Starlord and thinks for a moment. "We've never gone camping."
"But how do I get rid of it?" Mantis pleads, now pointing directly at it. Peter covers her eyes.
"You must find a mate." Drax answers. Starlord just grabs her temples in frustration. "You must find a mate, otherwise it'll keep coming back every morning and every night."
"I can't do this." Mantis complains. "It's very uncomfortable."
"My people say," Drax continues. "It is considered great luck to wed and mate the first person who has inspired your arousal. It will bring great fortune and strong children."
They're both looking at Drax questionably, then she starts looking from Mantis to Starlord, back to Mantis, then back to Starlord. The situation suddenly dawns on Drax as she starts laughing wildly in her deep female voice. She removes her hand from under her breasts to point at Starlord.
"You're being courted!" Drax breasts begin to bounce wildly as she laughs loudly and points between Mantis and Starlord. "You're not even a girl for a few days and you already have a lover. Please invite me to the wedding."
"I'm not being courted!" Starlord protests. "It's just morning wood. I mean a nocturnal erection." Starlord adds seeing their earlier confusion return.
"I don't think Peter wants to mate with me!" Mantis states aggressively.
Starlord isn't too sure who Matis was addressing, but for a brief moment she envisions her and Mantis in the throws of passion. It is enough to make her jump a little.
"Listen," Peter interrupts. "You just have to relieve yourself... Uh, by yourself."
Mantis responds with a confused face, and Peter turns to Drax to see her making the same face.
"You need to, you know..." Starlord shakes her hand in a poor representation of what she is trying to imply. "Polish one off..."
"Polish?" Mantis asks.
"I don't think chemicals will work, Peter." Drax adds.
"No!" Pete groans. "I mean, jerk your meat."
"Is that safe?" Drax asks.
"I like jerky." Mantis says. "You made it that one time. It was good."
"No!" Peter is frustrated, but she lowers her voice now. "You have to jack off."
The other two are still looking at Starlord in confusion. She gives up trying to sugar coat it.
"Masterbate!" Peter squeals. "You have to masterbate!"
"Masterbate?" Mantis asks.
"You can't do that." Drax interjects. "It is a shameful way of facing your manhood."
Peter points at Drax and protests. "There is nothing wrong with masterb... Just let me handle this." She looks back toward Mantis who is very teary eyed now.
"I don't know how to masterbate." Mantis answers. "I've never done it. I don't even know what it is."
Peter looks at Mantis with worry and confusion. "Well you just uh..." She somewhat does the gesture with her hand, but realizes it won't get her anywhere. "You just..."
Peter looks to Drax for help, but Drax looks back very seriously and shakes her head.
"You just uh..." Peter is now trying hard to think of a way to explain it.
"Maybe you can show me." Mantis recommends.
"I am not touching that body!" Peter snaps back. "And I can't show you with mine. I don't have the..." She gestures toward herself briefly. "Parts... anymore." The sting of reality hits her hard.
"Please Peter." I have to touch you to see how to do it.
Star-Lord suddenly realizes that Mantis meant using her powers to see into her head. 'That doesn't seem so bad.' she thinks.
"If you must," Star-Lord tells Mantis. She puts her hand out as an offering. Before she can organize her thoughts, Mantis reaches out and grabs her fingers.
What seemed like a brief moment to Drax and Star-Lord was much longer for Mantis. Her mind was brought back to a memory within the exact same room of a very male Peter Quill pleasuring himself to a hologram and several pictures laying near.
The image of a very sweaty, naked, and stimulated Star-Lord burns into Mantis' memory and he begins to scream. The others watch as Mantis pulls away from Peter and starts looking around her room, afraid to touch anything. He takes a few steps back and stumbles on his jacket, clinging to the wall so he won't fall.
Peter sits up and tries to calm Mantis, while Drax looks on with general concern and fear. Mantis is still screaming.
After nearly five seconds of this Mantis suddenly stops with a surprised expression and looks down at his crotch. "Mr. Star-Lord, I think it worked." He looks back up to Peter and points at his groin. "Look, it's gone!"
Peter Quill just grabs her temples and lets herself fall back onto the bed. "Please, just kill me now." she says.
"Ha!" Drax shouts and points toward Peter. "You said it again! You do want to die."
Peter just rolls the other way and looks at the wall.