A Marvelous Love Triangle
By Tcheser
11/26/06
Moe “Mojo” Johnston couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had come to the New York City apartment of Mary Jane Watson intent on telling her how he felt about her. How the friendship they had shared when they were in high school had been the only thing that had kept him going during the five hard years he spent in prison for grand larceny and breaking and entering. How he had her pictures posted all over his prison cell and gazed at them longingly for hours every day. How his fond memories of her had grown and turned inevitably into feelings of love. How he could no longer live without her and wanted her to be his forever. Now that he was here however, with his heart on his sleeve, ready to express his love and devotion for her everything was going wrong. For what should he find when he peered through her window?
The Black Cat!
A notorious super heroine, the Black Cat was nearly as sexy and attractive as Mary Jane herself, and was already inside her apartment and was presently involved in a heated argument with her about someone named Peter. Mojo couldn’t believe this. As he scaled the building and crept silently across the rooftop to get a better view through Mary Jane’s skylight, he ground his teeth and tried to reconcile the horrible thought that Mary Jane was already taken by another man. It was a terrible thought and Mojo found himself having to stop and rest for a moment against the skylight before continuing. He had to get his head straight before confronting Mary Jane and confessing his love for her.
At least from his new position Mojo could see and hear the argument between the Black Cat and Mary Jane better. They were really having a row it seemed. Shouting at one another and nearly coming to blows. Perhaps he mused he would hear something that would allay his earlier fear that his love was involved with another man. That would help his cause a great deal. It was a vain hope he knew, but he wasn’t prepared to give up on her just yet. Not as long as there was any possibility remaining that Mary Jane could still be his… and not as long as the two silver remotes still dangled from his belt. Amazing devices he had stolen earlier that evening from the lab of none other then Reed Richards, better known as Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.
Meanwhile the argument taking place below Mojo seemed to be just continually heating up. The white haired Black Cat seemed to be on the offense with his love, the beautiful red haired Mary Jane, more then a little taken aback by her rival’s audacity.
“Listen to me Mary Jane. I’m being dead serious. I’m in love with Peter and I’m certain he feels the same way. He’s just too nice of a guy to say anything to you.” The Black Cat, secretly Felicia Hardy, tried to explain during a lull in their shouting contest.
“That’s ridiculous. You barely know Peter. How could you know how he feels?” Mary Jane countered.
“I know how he feels because I know the real Peter.”
“The real Peter!” Mary Jane seemed flustered. “Get over yourself, girl. I’ve known him since we were kids. You don’t the first thing about Peter!”
“I know more then you could ever imagine.” The Black Cat countered. “I may have only known him for a short time but I know how difficult it is for him to lead a double life, how frustrating it is for his alter ego to be both loved and despised, how good he feels when he makes a difference and how horrible he feels when he thinks he has let everyone down.”
“I know those things too!” Mary Jane replied hotly.
“Do you? You might think you do, but I doubt you truly understand what he’s going through. I however do because I’m going through the same thing. Just like him I lead a double life and never know for sure who my friends are.”
“That may be, but Peter is mine. We’ve been through more then you can ever imagine and he’s not about to turn his back on that for someone he just met and barely even knows.”
“Barely even knows!” The Black Cat laughed. “Peter and I are well acquainted Mary Jane. Very well acquainted in fact. We’ve been seeing each other on and off for months now. In secret… and our passion has only been growing. He get’s me so excited I can barely stand it. I didn’t think he could at first, I didn’t think he was really my type… but he’s full of surprises isn’t he? We’re meant to be together, Mary Jane. I think it would be best if you just stepped aside.”
“Stepped aside! Stepped aside!” Mary Jane was livid. “Are you crazy you white haired floozy? Peter and I are planning on getting married. Married! Do you know how serious that is? You can’t just come in here and tell me to end it with Peter so you can swoop in and satisfy the fire in your loins or whatever. It just doesn’t work that way!”
And at that moment, caught up in watching the exchange between the two, Mojo put just a little too much of his weight onto the old skylight and came crashing through in a very undignified rain of wood and safety glass. Startled by this sudden intrusion Mary Jane and The Black Cat momentarily forgot their grievances toward one another and turned in shock to see Mojo rise from behind the couch, still shuffling off bits of glass and debris from his black coveralls.
“Who are you?” Both women angrily demanded of Mojo in near perfect unison.
“Me…I’m Moe Johnston…Mojo.” The love sick burglar explained as he removed his ski mask so his heart’s desire could see his face “Don’t you remember me Mary Jane?”
“Should I?” Mary Jane inquired indignantly as she tried to place the intruder’s brutish face.
“Well…I had hoped you would.” Mojo tried to regain his composure and not look too hurt from the fall which had probably bruised several of his ribs at the very least. “You see you and I…we… went to high school together and I-”
“Decided out of the blue to start stalking me?” Mary Jane asked in disbelief “What mental institution let you out early?”
“It wasn’t in a mental insti-” Mojo began to reply before he knew what he was saying. Then frustrated that his grand entrance wasn’t going the way he had planned, he shook his head and tried to begin again. “Mary Jane I’m hear because I love you and couldn’t spend another moment without you! I know it’s been a long time, but if you give me a chance I’m sure we can rekindle what we once had and I’ll make you the happiest woman on earth.”
“Is he serious?” Mary Jane asked in an aside to Felicia.
“Seems like it. I think he actually believes he has a shot with you.” Felicia chuckled. “Why don’t you go give him a little kiss, Mary Jane.”
“Ughhhh…Puleeeze! Don’t make me sick.” Mary Jane made a disgusted face. “I don’t go out with desperate losers who have to stalk women and fall through skylights to get their attention.”
“I don’t blame you. Totally pathetic. He’s like a stray dog. Probably doesn’t have two quarters to rub together.”
“I bet you’re right. He’s a criminal of some sort I’m sure. Probably a pickpocket or a burglar.”
“Yeah, but he couldn’t be too successful if his entrance is any indicator of his skill as a thief.”
“I know. Have you ever seen anything so funny?” Mary Jane laughed and did her best to mimic Mojo’s less then composed introduction ‘Hi, Mary Jane, Remember me, I’m Mobo…we used to go to school together. Will you be mine?’”
This of course sent Felicia into a fit of laughter which Mary Jane joined as soon as she completed her imitation. Having been so keyed up during their argument it felt good to laugh and they momentarily forgot they had even been fighting.
Mojo however was less amused by all of this. How could Mary Jane be laughing at him? He loved and adored her. It hurt terribly to be rebuked in this way and having Felicia there just made it worse.
“Stop laughing at me” He pleaded “Please!”
But Mary Jane and Felicia were too overcome to stop laughing. “Please, stop it! Don’t laugh at me! I’m here on a mission of love.” Felicia mocked poor Mojo sending both Mary Jane and herself into a whole new fit.
“I said stop it!” Mojo finally screamed and drew one of the silver remotes from his belt and leveled it at Mary Jane. To the casual observer it appeared to be nothing more then a very shiny remote control similar to the kind used to control television sets. “I will not have my love mocked and I will not be an object of ridicule.”
“What are you going to do with that Mobo?” Mary Jane pointed at the silver remote like device Mojo held and chortled. “Change the channel?”
“No! I’m going to show you that I’m not just two bit hood. Watch!” Mojo explained and before either of the women could utter another scathing remark he hit a button on the silver remote he held. A beam of golden light then flashed across the room hitting a very surprised Mary Jane Watson.
Startled back to her senses by the eminent danger Felicia sprung into action. Like her name sake she was incredibly agile and leaping over the sofa and across the apartment was nothing to her. So before Mojo even realized it, and could bring the silver remote around to fire it at her, she was already upon him. Seeing as he was clearly a criminal, possibly deranged and armed she didn’t hold back either. She planted both feet in his face with a perfectly exercised flying kick sending him hard into the wall. Then she finished him off with a round kick as he groggily tried to get back to his feet.
From the way Mojo hit the floor the second time Felicia judged he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. Still it was better to be safe then sorry so she tied his hands behind his back and his ankles together with some rope she carried. She picked the silver remote out of his hand and looked it over. Then fighting her own tendencies she decided that it should probably be returned to its rightful owner and slipped it onto her belt intending on finding that owner later.
“Well that was interesting wasn’t it, Mary Jane?” Felicia laughed as she finished restraining the criminal. Mary Jane however didn’t join in laughing or reply. “Mary Jane?” Felicia called as she turned to see that Mary Jane wasn’t paying her any attention. Something about her own clothes had so fascinated the red head that she was completely ignoring Felicia and was staring at them in what looked like wide eyed terror.
“Ohmygod!” Mary Jane screamed as she started jumping up and down and generally freaking out. Felicia didn’t think she had ever seen her so frazzled. Normally she was so composed. She didn’t see why a little run in with a loser like Mojo would have such an effect on her. Mary Jane had been kidnapped dozens of times by the likes of Dr. Octopus, The Green Goblin and Mysterio. Who was Mojo? Curious as a cat one might say, she hurried and leaped back over to where Mary Jane stood to see what was wrong.
“What is it, girl?” Felicia asked gently taking Mary Jane by the shoulders so she could hold her still and look her in the eyes “What has you so upset? I flattened Mojo, he won’t be any more trouble.” Already she was starting to see what had happened though. The red head was usually just about her height. Now she seemed to somehow be several inches shorter then Felicia. Had her shoes fallen off she wondered momentarily before remembering Mary Jane had been wearing flats the entire time. Flats that now looked so loose they were about to slip right off. In fact all of Mary Jane’s clothes looked loose on her. Something strange was going on.
All was answered however when Mary Jane calmed down enough to look directly at Felicia. There was no mistaking it then. The delicate features, the slightly upturned nose, the flushed complexion, the doe eyes. Somehow that strange ray from Mojo’s silver remote had made her younger. Many years younger. Felicia guessed she looked about thirteen. This was turning into a very interesting evening Felicia mused as she took in all of Mary Jane’s changes. Very interesting indeed.
“Well it looks like I get Peter then! He’s not going to want a little junior high schooler cramping his style.” Felicia laughed and spun the still stunned Mary Jane around so she could get a good look at her. She seemed delighted with the changes that had occurred.
Mary Jane was helpless to stop her from spinning her about of course. The Black Cat was in peak physical condition and the redhead now had the weak undeveloped body of her youth. The body she had before she received her growth spurt or had ever stepped foot in a gym. She was completely and totally at her rival’s mercy. It was terrible! “Stop it! I’m not some toy and no matter what just happened Peter is mine. Now let go!” She finally cried out. Rather than coming out as the forceful demand she intended though, it came out a childish whine. Her voice was much higher then it had been before and much less intimidating.
This amused Felicia a great deal and with a sly grin she began to half drag half lead Mary Jane by her newly slender arm across the apartment to where she normally did her dressing. “I don’t think you truly realize the extent of what has happened, Mary Jane.” Felicia informed her shrunken rival. “So let’s clear up any misconceptions right now” she added forcibly positioning the struggling girl before her own full length tri paneled mirror. She clearly knew what was coming and wanted no part of it. Felicia saw this as essential however and as the one in control was calling the shots.
“Not so hot and sexy now are we?” Felicia teased as she forced Mary Jane to look at her own reflection causing her to shudder. What she saw didn’t seem possible, but there it was. She had been regressed back though time to when she was just thirteen years old. Skinny and awkward and uncomfortable in her own skin. She recognized herself easily enough, but it was a self she hadn’t seen in years and never expected to see again except in old photographs. “I don’t think Peter’s the kind of guy to find this very arousing.” Felicia teased.
“Screw you! Our relationship is based on more then physical attraction. Peter will still love me! I just know it.” Mary Jane replied angrily.
“Are you sure? Are you certain it wasn’t your once magnificent body that attracted Peter?” Felicia continued to torment her. “I think it was, but now…” she paused to rip off Mary Jane’s formerly tight blouse and now loose jeans, which had once been skin tight. “…that’s history and I don’t believe it will take him long to see he doesn’t have anything in common with a little brat like you.” Mary Jane struggled again as Felicia tore off her bra and threw it aside exposing her tiny just developing breasts. Mere shadows of the womanly mounds she possessed only minutes earlier. “I always thought Peter was a breast man and…you don’t really have enough here to even qualify as breasts. Just little bee stings really. I bet you don’t even need a bra now that you’re so flat.”
Felicia then peeled down Mary Jane’s loose panties, left them around her ankles and pointed out another of her new glaring inadequacies. “Awfully smooth down there aren’t you, Peaches? You know what the boys all say don’t you ‘if there’s grass on the field play ball’ so I guess that means you’re not ready for that kind of intimacy then. Peter won’t be pleased.” Despite her anger Mary Jane couldn’t help but look where Felicia directed. As she expected the neatly trimmed womanly bush she normally sported was gone. However she wasn’t really surprised to see that was the case; she had developed hair later then just about all the other girls in her gym class. Still it was a shock to see herself completely smooth and her pussy so small and tight.
“I wonder if you’re a virgin again.” Felicia pondered with a wicked gleam in her eye “I bet you are. Isn’t that sweet” she teased as she playfully mussed Mary Jane’s hair as the regressed woman struggled to pull up her panties and maintain at least some of her dignity.
“Let me go! We need to find a way to fix this!” Mary Jane then shouted and began to squirm, but Felicia refused to listen or release her.
“Why should we try and fix this?” Felicia asked “I like you just the way you are. So perfectly helpless and absolutely no threat to my happiness with Peter.”
“No! You have to help me return to the way I was. This isn’t natural!” the red head screamed.
“Natural?” Felicia smirked “What’s natural? Peter can climb on walls and I’m a walking bad luck charm. You’ll stay the way you are until I say otherwise.”
“You can’t be serious!” Mary Jane’s eyes grew wide with terror. “You have to help me get my beautiful body back. I can’t live like this!”
Amused Felicia released her and paced as she spoke. “I had no idea you were so shallow and superficial, Mary Jane. You certainly hide it well, but when it comes right down to it, looks are all that are important to you aren’t they?”
“No, I’m not!” Mary Jane replied childishly with a stamp of her foot that she in hindsight realized only made her look more ridiculous.
“I think you are and it’s really sad.” Felicia shook her head as she stood in judgment of poor Mary Jane. “You should try and understand that it’s what’s in here…” Felicia pointed to her head “…and in here…” she put her hands over her heart “…that’s really important. Not what you look like.”
“I know that you stupid whore!” Mary Jane shouted.
“Do you? Then you won’t mind losing all your beauty will you?” Felicia retorted as she snatched up the silver remote that had caused this whole mess and fired it at a stunned Mary Jane.
Again bathed in the golden light Mary Jane quickly felt herself changing once more. Turning back to the full length mirror though she was horrified to see that although she was once again fully grown she had not been returned to her rightful age. No, The Black Cat had deciphered the controls on the remote and made her older. Much older.
Mary Jane regained her full height but very quickly began to bow over unable to stand with correct posture any longer making her appear shorter then she actually was. Her lovely breasts returned as well, but too soon began to droop and sag just like everything else on her body. They hung low on her chest and there were wrinkles where her breasts pulled at her skin.
Age spots and freckles that weren’t there before just added to her misery. Elasticity and firmness were gone as was the glow of youth apparently. Her skin was no longer smooth and tanned. It was sallow and pale now just as her face became a network of folds and fine lines.
Pounds that she had been able to keep off with just moderate exercise found a home around her waist, her thighs and her once delectable derriere. Her perfect hands now lacked flesh and more like claws and too were covered in gross age spots. Earlobes and her nose seemed to have elongated. Growing longer and giving her face a slightly melted look. And hair that had once been vibrant and strikingly red was now gray and brittle.
“What did you do to me?” Mary Jane screamed with a voice she barely recognized as it had deepened and lost resonance.
“I made you older silly. Sixty years older in fact. I think.” Felicia replied “I thought you should see what time is going to do to that beautiful body of yours.” Looking her over critically she then added “I must say its worse then even I imagined, but it gives you a chance to see where you’re headed. I wonder if Peter would like you like this. Probably not.”
“Oh, God! You’re insane. And this proves nothing you know!” Mary Jane shook her head as she pulled her panties back up her now skinny legs to cover herself up a bit. She couldn’t believe that even her bush had gone gray. This was all so humiliating. While she could still see a resemblance to her self, she now looked more like her own grandmother.
“Doesn’t it? I saw your face when you saw how you looked. It was the worst possible thing you could ever imagine happening. Far worse then being made a teen again. That just proves to me how shallow you are.”
“It does not! All it proves is that I’d rather be young and beautiful. Who wouldn’t?” Mary Jane screwed up her courage and confronted Felicia. Standing nearly nose to nose with her she laid it all out for her “Now this has gone on long enough, Felicia. I’m not going to give Peter up no matter what you do to me so you might as well just change me back and get the hell out of here.”
“We’ll see about that.” Felicia replied as she again zapped Mary Jane with the silver remote.
This time she regressed her just as Mojo had done. Only this time she didn’t set it for thirteen years. Instead she set it for six years old and watched the angry gray haired old matron rapidly shrink before her eyes into a cute little girl wrestling to hold up a pair of panties much too big for her. She was so innocent looking it was hard to believe that Mary Jane’s adult mind was inside that chubby little body. That is until she spoke.
“What the fuck? Now I’m little again! Stop this and put me back the way I’m supposed to be!” She yelled in her darling new little voice before running over to the mirror again to see the extent of her most recent change. She was naturally not pleased, but was beginning to grow accustomed to these amazing transformations and didn’t freak out like she had before.
“I just thought this would make it easier for me to punish you in the manner you so richly deserve.” Felicia said with a smile as she rolled up imaginary sleeves and approached Mary Jane in a manner she found incredibly intimidating. Felicia wouldn’t dare spank her…would she?
Apparently she would Mary Jane soon learned as Felicia snagged her by the arm and began to drag her over to a straight back chair. “You won’t like this one bit I assure you, MJ, but you soooo have it coming.”
Mary Jane fought as hard a she could. She didn’t want to be spanked. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little child. A child about the age she now appeared to be she lamented. She dug her heels in and clung to a book shelf in a vain attempt to avoid being thrown over her rival’s knee. Maybe just maybe if she put up enough resistance Felicia would tire of this game. Perhaps then she could reason with her and then maybe convince her to return her to her rightful age.
It was not to be however. Felicia was too strong and she was far too small and weak. Her hands were easily pried loose of the bookshelf to which she clung and screaming bloody murder Mary Jane was pulled over to the chair. She was tossed like a doll over Felicia’s knee and as soon as her panties were whisked down she was totally exposed and vulnerable.
Mary Jane kicked and flailed about trying to escape. Desperate to find a purchase that would give her enough leverage to escape Felicia’s grasp, she grabbed onto anything within reach. Felicia found this amusing and allowed the tiny girl to have her tantrum. When she calmed down a bit she would begin the spanking. Until then she just held the diminutive Mary Jane and gently rubbed her little bottom mocking the red headed girl’s fury. Her hesitation proved her undoing though as Mary Jane grabbed onto something in her flailing about that changed the balance of power.
The silver remote! Somehow Mary Jane had snagged it from Felicia’s belt. She noticed almost immediately of course, but by then it was already too late. Mary Jane had spun around and activated the remote almost as soon as she realized what it was she held. So before Felicia knew what was happening she found herself shrinking. Alarmed Felicia jumped to her feet unceremoniously dumping Mary Jane on the floor.
“How does it feel, Felicia?” Mary Jane asked snidely as she picked herself up off the floor just in time to watch Felicia’s magnificent body dwindle before her eyes. She wasn’t sure what age she would end up. She had just turned and fired the remote without knowing how it worked or what it was set to do. Felicia quickly shrank past maturity though and down through her teen years, her once formfitting black and white costume quickly growing far too large. Before she knew it the sleeves of her costume engulfed her hands and the legs bagged around her ankles. Her perky breasts withdrew into her chest leaving her flat and her round ass shrank and became a mere shadow of its former self. When the changes finally subsided Felicia stood an inch shorter then Mary Jane had at thirteen. Which had been all of ten minutes ago she recalled sentimentally.
Finally getting some revenge Mary Jane couldn’t help but rub it in. “Not so tough now are we, kitty cat?”
“I’m still more then you can handle.” Felicia quipped as she turned and ran across the room only hampered a bit by her now ill-fitting costume. Mary Jane fired the remote at her again, but missed when Felicia dove behind the couch and out of sight. Cursing her luck Mary Jane looked down at the remote. Mary Jane wanted to use the remote to return herself to her original age. Unfamiliar with how it worked though she hesitated to use it on herself until she was certain she had it set correctly. If she was regressed another ten years or even just another six she might disappear entirely!
“Now we’ll see who gets Peter” the thirteen year old Felicia said with a wicked grin as she stood over Mary Jane again this time holding nothing other than the second silver remote Mojo had clipped to his belt.
Mary Jane dove for cover just as she was fired upon. The refrigerator door provided adequate cover for a girl of her size she found, and mashing buttons she returned fire with her remote. If Felicia wasn’t worried about regressing her out of existence then she wouldn’t be either. This exchange went on for several moments with neither of them hitting one another until Mary Jane made the mistake of leaving the cover of the refrigerator door and darting across the kitchen. Felicia just happened to catch the movement and before her rival had gotten far on her little legs and she blasted her with the remote.
Stunned Mary Jane slipped and skidded across the linoleum floor. When she came to a stop again she was once again a well developed woman. Perhaps a bit better developed then she had been when she was her original age. Judging by the wrinkles on her skin and the slightly increased bit of weight she carried she judged the ray had aged her at least thirty years. “How about I just leave you like that, MJ? You won’t be too old, but will probably be just a bit too mature for Peter’s taste.” Felicia quipped as she entered the kitchen to stand over the naked thirty something and gloat.
“Why don’t you just bite me?” Mary Jane replied less then cordially and fired her remote from her prone position. Reacting just quickly enough Felicia fired back. They hit each other this time nearly simultaneously.
Once again the technological magic of the remotes changed them both. Mary Jane regressed to her late teen years losing weight and height as she climbed back to her feet. Felicia expanded and grew pale as she rapidly gained at least twenty years. Not satisfied with this result Felicia hurriedly reset her remote and fired and hit Mary Jane again just as her opponent did the same.
This time Felicia shrank to her youngest age yet which was around eight judging by her nearly sexless body and tiny stature. Her costume nearly swallowing her at this size and she struggled mightily to free herself from it. Mary Jane likewise found herself regressing again and this time found herself nearly as young as the first time Felicia had used the remote on her. Cursing she adjusted the remote to the best of her ability to return herself to her former age. She still wasn’t sure what would happen, but had the feeling the way things had been going that if she didn’t act The Black cat would soon regress her so far she would no longer be in any position to use the remote.
This was it turned out a good move on Mary Jane’s part as Felicia’s intent was now in fact to regress her to an infantile state so she could deal with her at her leisure. And so just moments after Mary Jane used the remote to age herself was she hit again by Felicia’s regression ray. For a moment she seemed to both age and regress at the same time. Her legs grew longer and more shapely just as her face took on a nearly baby-like quality and one side of her chest expanded as the other side shrank. To Felicia it was like watching two differently shaped people fight to occupy the same body. This odd occurrence subsided almost as quickly as it began though and Mary Jane found herself only a few years younger then she had been previously.
“This is ridiculous” Mary Jane screamed as she gave up on the remote and grabbed the currently slightly younger Felicia and tried to forcibly take the remote from her. Felicia however was still the better fighter despite her small size and lack of muscle and Mary Jane found getting the remote from her exceedingly difficult. She kept switching the hand she held the device in and very deftly evading every one of Mary Jane’s attempts to grab it. It was very frustrating especially with Felicia pulling her hair.
“Enough!” thundered a voice from the other side of the apartment. Turning toward the sound both women tried to determine who had spoken. No one appeared to be there immediately. Then as they watched a beautiful young blond haired woman in a tight blue costume adorned with a large number 4 on the chest slowly appeared from out of no where. Like someone just pulled a slider she materialized before them and began to approach. As she regained full opacity they recognized her as none other than Sue Storm, The Invisible Woman.
Sue had come to the Parker apartment looking for the remotes. She knew they were there. Each remote contained a tracking device which had been activated as soon as the remotes were used and she operated another device that enabled her to home in on their exact position. Naturally she hadn’t known what she was going to find when she showed up. So she prepared herself for the unexpected. That was why she entered the apartment using her invisibility to remain undetected. Finding two nearly naked preteens wrestling in the kitchen over the remotes with an unconscious man in black lying in the living room however was even stranger then she had prepared herself to encounter and she paused for a moment before acting.
“Give it here! This has gone on long enough” Mary Jane yelled as she turned from looking at Sue and again tried to grab the silver remote that Felicia held just out of her reach.
“No way, bitch! You drop yours!” Felicia countered as she stomped on Mary Jane’s foot making her hop around in pain but failed to force her to relinquish the hold she had on her.
“Hey you two stop it!” Sue tried to scream over the fighting and yelling with little success. The girls were too involved in their wrestling and screaming match to pay her any attention.
Clearly the two girls needed to be separated Sue eventually realized. So she waded into their scuffle and grabbed them each by a petulant little ear and pulled. That got their attention really fast. They wailed like Sue was hurting them in some horribly awful way. “Stop it!” “That hurts!” They cried. The sound was horrendous but she got them apart finally. Her next step was to gather the remotes so she could set things straight and be on her way. Unfortunately it didn’t work out quite that way.
Having her ear painfully wrenched and pulled about was too much for little Felicia and she let her remote slip out of her hand. It tumbled out of her hand and landed hard on the kitchen floor. Worse still it went off when it hit the floor and the beam it emitted hit none other than Sue. The Invisible Woman knew what the remote could do so immediately wondered what age she was going to soon find herself.
Sue didn’t have to wait long to see the results however. Before she knew it she was joining Mary Jane and Felicia in adolescence. Her costume however had been made by her teammate Reed Richards and was constructed of unstable molecules which allowed it to shrink with her, so unlike Felicia her body lost its womanly curves but remained tightly covered. When the changes subsided she was somewhere between Mary Jane and Felicia’s current ages. Despite this Sue still reacted poorly to this uninvited transformation.
“You little bitchs!” She yelled yanking even harder on the other girls ears eliciting another yelp of pain. “Give me those remotes before you do any more damage.”
Neither Mary Jane nor Felicia was currently in the mood to give anything to this ear bending witch however. Mary Jane felt particularly strong about this and before she even knew what she was doing she found herself taking the remote she held and throwing it as hard as she could across the room. Once done she came to her senses and immediately regretted what she had just apparently done.
Every eye followed the arc the device took on its whirling journey across the room where it then hit the far wall and shattered into hundreds of little pieces. There would be no repairing it. That was abundantly apparent.
Now there was only one remote left.
A mad dash to grab the remaining remote ensued almost at once. Felicia was on it first, but all that meant was she ended up on the bottom of the pile up once Mary Jane and Sue joined in the attempt to seize it. Everyone ended up with a hand on the remote, but no one had control of it. “Get off of me!” Felicia cried as she was nearly crushed at the bottom of the pile and had to resort to biting to try and get free.
“Don’t bite you little freak!” Mary Jane roared as she struggled to get the remote and pull her leg from Felicia’s mouth.
“I’ll stop when you get your big fat butt off my head!” Felicia screeched.
“Both of you stop it! You’re going to break the remote!” Sue cautioned, but it was already too late. The remote had already taken all the abuse it was going to take and warning lights began to flash. “Now you’ve done it!” Sue yelled as the device began to malfunction and started going off again and again without being activated. Almost every time it seemed to hit a different target.
It was madness. One moment Mary Jane was a prepubescent eleven year old and the next a middle aged woman in the throes of menopause. Felicia went from being a little eight year old to a shapely coed and back again in a matter of seconds. New to all of this but quickly becoming a veteran like the others, Sue was regressed into a just potty trained four year with a short messy shock of blonde hair and back into an adult near her original age and then into a gangly little girl ready for the fourth grade in the space of three seconds. Mary Jane thought she had the remote in her grasp just as she was hit again by an errant beam and lost more then forty years leaving her no larger and no stronger then the others as she regressed back to her mid teen years.
Then just when things couldn’t get any worse the front door flew open and Peter Parker, The Amazing Spider-Man, rushed in. “What on earth is going on here?” He gasped when he saw them all in the kitchen fighting over the now sparking remote. His spydey sense had been tingling since he got off the elevator and so he had expected trouble. He nearly fell over from shock though when he saw what had actually set it off. An all girl semi nude wrestling match between preteen versions of Mary Jane, The Black Cat and was that Sue Storm? He couldn’t help but laugh.
Looking up to see Peter standing there laughing at them the three girls were terribly embarrassed and froze in mid struggle. They all then shared a look. They weren’t sure if Spider-Man could straighten out this mess but they were sure of one thing.
They would have a hard time living this down.
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