Story: A Marvelous Love Triangle (Part 2)

A Marvelous Love Triangle Part 2
By Tcheser

Adjusting his bow tie in the mirror of a fancy downtown ballroom, Peter Parker, The Amazing Spider-Man, allowed himself a moment to feel good about his recent accomplishments while he waited for his friends and family to arrive. He hadn’t felt this good in years and wished everyone could share this feeling.

It had taken two weeks and lots of pleading on his part, but finally an uneasy truce had formed between Mary Jane Watson and Felicia Hardy AKA The Black Cat. They agreed to be civil to one another for Peter’s sake, but they refused to be friendly. Both women after all wanted Peter and after what they both had recently gone through with the age regression ray; they each felt they had a legitimate claim. Never in his wildest high school dreams did Peter think he would ever have two such incredible, sexy women pursuing him.

And although in general it was important that Mary Jane and Felicia got along as they were both important to Peter, it was vital that they got along this particular night. Somehow despite his usual rather horrible luck, Peter had actually managed to snap a series of photos that were published, and put him in the running for a prestigious photojournalism award. Mary Jane and Felicia both insisted on being at his side during this award ceremony and therefore it was essential that they got along. He hoped against hope that the evening went smoothly.

Peter was going to have to stay on his toes though. He was certain of that. Despite the fact that Felicia was bringing Flash Thompson as a date, and the girls each agreed to behave, there could still be trouble. He was going to have to watch out for them, his Aunt May, and any super villain who decided to crash the event as always inevitably seemed to happen.

Looking back, keeping them from trying to tear each apart had been far more difficult than reversing the age regression they had suffered. Returning the two of them, and Sue Storm, who had come to reclaim the age regression ray, to their correct ages had been child’s play in comparison.

Two weeks ago to the day, he had found them in his apartment, already regressed to differing ages; wrestling and fighting one another with surprising vigor. Using his superior strength, agility and a great deal of patience Peter separated the three regressed women and asked them what was going on. The responses he received would have made a drunken sailor blush.

“It was that catty bitch, Peter” the naked and skinny 12 year old Mary Jane screamed and pointed at Felicia “This is all her fucking fault!”

“No it’s not!” Felicia, who now looked about eight and was very short, countered as she squirmed within her now much too large costume “It’s just as much your fault as it was mine you carrot topped skank! Probably more!”

“Don’t make me laugh; you retarded idiots are equally to blame for this!” nine year old Sue, who was only a little bigger, then jumped in “You’re so immature you should have to stay this way!”

“Hey, there’s no way that’s gonna happen you mouthy little gold digger!” Felicia shouted back as she grabbed Sue by her long golden hair and pulled eliciting a cry of pain from the slightly older girl.

“Yeah, who do you think you are anyway?” agreed Mary Jane as she gave Sue a viscous tittie twister.

“Owwww! Quit it! Quit it!” Sue cried and stomped on Mary Jane’s bare foot forcing her to release the hold she had on her delicate and now rather sore little nipples.

Seeing that the fight he had witnessed upon entering the apartment was clearly about to begin anew Peter groaned dramatically “Oh, come on...” Having just come home from a hard day as a freelance photographer who fought crime on the side, Peter was in no mood for this. Once again using his spider like agility and strength he separated the girls. “Now each of you go to a corner and stay there until I tell you to come out or I’ll spank all of your naughty little bottoms!” he bellowed and when they looked into his eyes and saw how serious he was they did as he said. They did it grudgingly of course, but they did it.

“Fine!” the regressed women all petulantly responded as they stomped over to their respective corners to wait out Peter’s sudden eruption of temper.

One problem at least momentarily solved Peter centered himself and prepared to deal with the far more vexing issue at hand. How had these three women been regressed like this and how to reverse it?

He picked up and examined the remaining silver remote which had once been part of a pair which had apparently caused this entire mess. It looked like something from the future. It was made of a gleaming silver material but was as light as a feather. After a little more scrutiny he then came to the conclusion that it must have been built by Reed Richards. He was the smartest man alive and no invention, no matter how bizarre, seemed out of reach for him. Furthermore it had an emblem stamped into it; a circle with the numeral 4 inside it.

One would think Peter could have just used the remote to change the three women back right then and there, but as it had been damaged and was sparking badly Peter instead removed the back plate and took out the power cell deactivating it. He had seen firsthand, many times, how botched science experiments could lead to serious trouble and decided to err on the side of caution this time.

“Okay…ummm…ladies” Peter then said to the three women who were in reality all in slightly different stages of prepubesence. “I think I know how we can sort this all out, but you’re all going to have to cooperate and stop fighting. Can I count on you three to be civil with each other?”

Turning around from where they stood in the corners the three regressed women considered their options. They didn’t really have any. They had to behave and stop fighting one another or they might be stuck the way they were.

Mary Jane spoke first “You can count on me”.

“And me” Felicia added quickly.

This left only Sue who simply nodded and said “I’ll be good.”

That settled Peter moved onto finding a way to get them to Reed’s laboratory without endangering anyone’s secret identity “Sue, can you make us all invisible?” he asked. That would certainly make things easier he thought.

“Ummm” Sue paused as she attempted to make the four of them disappear from sight. After a moment of intense concentration during which she bit her lip and closed her eyes they were all still very much visible however. “I don’t think I can. It must be a side effect of the regression ray.”

“I suppose we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way then” Peter replied as he went over to his chest of drawers and pulled out three sets of sweats “Put these on.” He told them “They’ll cover your costumes” he said handing one each to Sue and Felicia “and your nudity” he said handing the last to his girlfriend Mary Jane.

“Eep!” Mary Jane blushed and tried to cover herself with her hands. So much had happened in such a short time that she had almost completely forgotten that she was completely naked. This whole day had been embarrassing she thought. She wasn’t a prude or anything, but it wasn’t like she and Peter were alone. Felicia and Sue were there and she barely even knew the latter. She hurried to put the sweats on while the others girls had a good laugh at her expense. She would have to get them back somehow she decided and made a mental note of that.

Meanwhile Peter checked on Mojo, the stalker who had started all this. He was tied up fairly well and it didn’t appear that he would be going anywhere anytime soon. Not knowing what he knew, Peter stuffed Mojo in a bag, and tossed him over his shoulder. Wherever they went, he would accompany them.

When he turned back he saw that the girls were all dressed. Mary Jane in a green Jets sweat suit and flip flops, Felicia in a grey set of sweats from Silver Sable inc. and Sue in a blue set from Empire State. The sweats were all much too large and made the three of them look like kids playing dress up. It took quite a bit of willpower for Peter to keep from laughing at the comical sight “Are you all ready?” he asked.

“Ready” they chorused back.

“Alright then, let’s head out.” he replied and hustled them out the door. He could tell they were becoming as eager to fix this odd predicament as he was and only pushed and shoved each other a little as they left the apartment.

On the way down the stairs they passed one of their neighbors. The big man gave Peter a strange look as he clearly wondered where his neighbor was going with three young girls and a rather lumpy bag. To Peter’s relief however the man just nodded and went on his way. Sometimes it paid to live in New York City it seemed.

They then hailed a cab and a short ride later they arrived at Four Freedom’s Plaza, the home of the Fantastic Four, and more importantly at the moment; the location of Reed Richard’s laboratory. Sue was more than a little embarrassed at having to ask the robotic receptionist to contact her boyfriend to come and let them in, but she didn’t have a choice. The biometrics that the security system had on file just didn’t match her current biometrics and without that she couldn’t even get through her own front door.

“Sue Storm and friends to see Reed Richards” she told the robot receptionist and then quickly found her feet very interesting when the android looked her over quizzically. This was not the Sue Storm it was programmed to recognize. That Sue Storm was a grown woman. This Sue Storm was a little girl.

Soon enough though Reed himself then appeared at the door and led them all inside his laboratory. “Why didn’t you call? I could have come and gotten you.” he asked his regressed girlfriend who could only shrug as she couldn’t come up with a good reason. Peter was also perplexed. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

“No matter” Reed waved the matter away “I see that there are more pressing matters to attend to and let me assure you that you will all be back to normal in no time. Just step into my lab and I’ll fix you right up.”

And Reed was as good as his word. Having invented the technology that allowed the regression rays to alter people’s apparent ages it was child’s play for him to restore all three women to their correct ages using the prototype ray he had in his lab. Just like before the ray painlessly transformed their bodies adding height and weight and flesh in all the right places until they were all once again back to their appropriate adult ages. Mary Jane regained her wholesome good looks, Felicia once again became the platinum blonde minx she previously was and Sue Storm reverted to her slender but buxom form. Felicia even regained enough of her moxy to joke about having a vain desire to be returned to just a few years shy of her true age. Reed however cautioned her against fooling with Mother Nature when it wasn’t warranted and she quickly promised to remember this lesson.

Glad to be back to their correct ages again the three women thanked Reed. He gave Mary Jane and Felicia each his card in case there were complication and then they parted ways. Mary Jane returned with Peter to their apartment, Felicia went home and Sue stayed there at the Lab.

Peter returned the malfunctioning regression ray to Reed and was happy to see it go. Reed also took custody of the stalker and thief, Mojo, and told Peter he planned on pressing charges for the theft of the regression rays. Mojo would end up back in prison for a good while. Peter wouldn’t need to bother pursuing any messy legal action of his own. Everything seemed to be nicely wrapped up and resolved.

And now back in the present, Peter would shortly be seated at an elegant awards ceremony dinner with his beloved Aunt May, lovely girlfriend Mary Jane and good friend Felicia. For once life seemed good.

Unfortunately out of the range of Peter’s spidey sense, things were not all good. Both Mary Jane and Felicia were having considerable difficulty getting to the awards dinner despite having the entire day to prepare for it.

It all began just after Peter left for work that morning. The award nomination had come as just as much of a surprise to Mary Jane as it had to Peter. Because of this she had to scramble to find something suitable to wear. She had lots of clothes of course, but nothing which she felt was appropriate for this awards dinner. Around midday she realized this meant she had to go shopping. Not that Mary Jane disliked shopping, quite the opposite it in fact. The problem was what she found when she went shopping.

Instead of heading to the boutiques or little trendy stores, Mary Jane decided to go to one of the bigger department stores. She had a number of things to get after all and didn’t want to be running around town all day. She also figured if she stayed out of the trendy stores there was less chance she would run into Felicia. So for these reasons, and the fact that there was a big sale going on, she took a subway downtown and went to Kacy’s department store. Then there in women’s fashions whom of all people did she see?

Felicia Fucking Hardy!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Mary Jane all but shouted before she remembered where she was and lowered her voice.

“I’m baking a cake, what does it look like?” Felicia replied as she thumbed through a rack of dresses. Unlike the last time they met she wasn’t in costume. Instead she wore a cute skirt, a floral print top and heels much like Mary Jane was, although her top was solid purple.

“I mean why are YOU in this particular store? You don’t shop here.” Mary Jane fired back “I went out of my way to come here so I wouldn’t run into you.”

“Well I needed a dress. It’s Peter’s big night after all.” Felicia explained as if to an idiot as she held a daring little black dress up to see how it looked “…and I’ve been working out a lot recently, dropped a couple sizes in fact, so I thought something new was in order. And they’re having such a wonderful sale so…”

Mary Jane cursed inwardly. She had a hard time finding fault with any of Felicia’s reasoning. She was there for most of the same reasons after all. She had even lost weight too, just like Felicia. Weird. “Well, keep your distance okay; I don’t have time to deal with you today” she finally told her rival and strutted off to look at a different rack of dresses.

The two then spent several minutes looking at dresses and pointedly ignoring one another. Finally finding a few dresses she considered really good possibilities, Mary Jane made her way to the fitting rooms. Somehow though she ended up trying to walk into the same fitting room as Felicia who was also going to try on several dresses she had found. MJ could hardly believe her bad luck sometimes.

“Excuse me. I was here first. Why don’t you find somewhere else to change?” Felicia inquired acidly.

Knowing that that they had arrived at the same time Mary Jane wasn’t about to back down so easily however. “I won’t go somewhere else because I was here first and all the other rooms are full.” She replied standing her ground.

“Like I care! Get out of my face!” Felicia then shouted and tried to just push past MJ.

“No way, you get out of my face!” Mary Jane unwilling to give in countered as she shoved Felicia back and in the process inadvertently ripped the right sleeve off her blouse and sent her tumbling to the ground.

For a moment MJ was stunned. She was amazed at what she had done to the much stronger and much more skilled super heroine. Emboldened by this she pressed her attack and grabbed Felicia by the other arm, making quick work of that sleeve. She then tossed the torn articles in the air like a streamers, laughed in her rivals face and that’s when things really got out of hand.

Furious at what Mary Jane had done to one of her favorite blouses; Felicia launched herself at the other woman intent on dropping her quickly and then taking her revenge at her leisure. Somehow she misjudged her leap though and came in far too high overbalancing her target but not really tackling her. The two of them tumbled out of the fitting rooms and back into the main shopping area in a great mass of flailing limbs, both losing their shoes in the process.

“Get off me!” Mary Jane screamed as she struggled with the enraged Felicia who sat on top of her.

“You ruined my blouse you bitch! You’ve got to pay!” Felicia yelled back as she took hold of Mary Jane’s purple blouse and pulled as hard as she could. The thin fabric gave way quickly and before MJ knew it she had lost her shirt leaving her shapely chest covered by just her a flimsy little bra.

In retaliation MJ heaved Felicia off and as they scrambled to get back up she took hold of the hem of her opponent’s skirt and tore it up the back all the way to the waist. “How do you like them apples?” she teased.

Feeling a draft Felicia looked behind her and found that she could now see her own bottom. She tried then to pull away from her rival but it was already too late. With a mighty effort MJ ripped the skirt apart leaving Felicia almost bare from the waist down. “The tramp isn’t even wearing any panties!” MJ mentally shouted. Fortunately for Felicia what remained of her blouse still covered what mattered. That is of course until the mad redhead attacked again nearly choking Felicia with what remained of the garment before the buttons mercifully popped off and MJ tossed it away leaving her completely naked.

Felicia for her part was so overcome with anger and frustration that she could barely control herself. Were she able to think clearly she would have probably have wondered how Mary Jane was giving her such a fight. She was normally considerably faster and stronger than the redhead, but somehow she was having trouble moving with any grace and found herself consistently resorting to what amounted to… cat fighting.

Still Felicia wasn’t about to give in. As MJ clapped with joy at seeing the mighty Felicia Hardy stripped bare, she grabbed her and slammed her against a nearby rack of clothes momentarily stunning her so she could rip her skirt right off. “How do you like that, MJ?” she then asked snarkily.

“I don’t like it at all, you bitch!” Mary Jane yelled back as she tried to pull Felicia’s hair out at the roots and only the timely invention by an unseen figure stopped her.

“What in heaven’s name are you two doing?” the person demanded as they separated the two struggling women with more their presence then sheer physicality as only someone used to dealing with errant children can. Looking up through their tousled hair Mary Jane and Felicia recognized the intervener at exactly the same moment.

“Aunt May!” they both shouted in surprise.

Peter’s elderly Aunt and mother figure was the last person they expected to find them this way. Suddenly embarrassed by the childish display they had been making, which judging by the small crowd of on looking shoppers had been witnessed by several dozen people, they both scampered to their feet and looked for a way out of this mess. A door, an elevator, a box to hide in, anything would be better than standing there in total disarray as they were. Aunt May wasn’t going to let them go that easily however. When they turned to run she grabbed them each by the elbow and pulled them back to her. “Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded to know.

“That witch tore off my clothes! I’m out of here!” Felicia spouted quickly as she covered herself with her hands.

“Yeah, sorry Aunt May, but I really have go, like right now!” Mary Jane seconded as she struggled to keep her underwear from slipping down her legs. The elastic must have been stretched out during the scuffle she guessed.

Aunt May continued to restrain the two women however. “You can’t just run off like that” she told them “it’s clear you don’t even know how serious a mess you’re in!”

“What…what are you talking about?” Mary Jane then asked. She could tell from the look on aunt May’s face that she wasn’t just talking about the ruckus their fight had caused. There was something else going on.

“Come over here then and see.” Aunt May urged them over to a large mirror set up so shoppers could see how clothes looked. Standing them in front of the mirror Aunt May then allowed them to see what the problem was for themselves.

“No freaking way!” Felicia cried.

“It’s happened again!” Mary Jane squealed. “We’re getting younger just like before!” and it was true. In the heat of their scuffle neither of the women had noticed it, but they had each lost about a third of their years. They were both shorter by several inches, much skinnier and full of that youthful innocence associated with girls’ still approaching maturity. By their estimation they appeared to be 13 maybe 14 years old.

“No!” Felicia shook her head as she cupped her now smaller more upturned breasts “This isn’t like before. We haven’t been hit by the regression ray. This just happened out of the blue!”

“It is quite peculiar to be sure” Aunt May then interceded “But I don’t see what we can do about it here. We need to find Peter. He’ll know what we should do about this.” She told them and then began to pull them away from the mirror.

“Hey let go!” Felicia struggled “Where do you get off pulling us around like a bunch of children?”

“Yeah!” Mary Jane agreed and then something dawned on her. “Wait! I mean no offense, Aunt May, but how are you manhandling us like this, I mean you’re… old…” and then she saw it. Peter’s Aunt had also been affected by whatever was making them regress. It was hard to tell for certain but she had to have lost twenty years at least. There were fewer wrinkles on her face which seemed much less gaunt then the last time she had seen her, her eyes seemed brighter and more alert, and she stood straighter and seemed to have much greater muscle tone than she had ever known her to possess. Even her hair seemed to be regaining some of its color. “Look in the mirror, Aunt May” Mary Jane urged her boyfriend’s Aunt “Look you’re changing too!”

“Oh my! You’re right!” Aunt May exclaimed. Seeing herself younger again was quite a shock. She looked like she was in her mid to late forties again, what many considered middle age these days. This was all very odd she thought. Stranger still was that she had looked at herself in the mirror before leaving the house that morning and she hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. She should have noticed a change this dramatic. That is unless it just happened…

“I think we had better hurry girls” Aunt May told them as she turned and tried to remember which exit was closest to the street.

“Why?” Mary Jane asked as she again stooped to pull up her underwear which had slid down again.

“Because whatever is happening to you might be contagious.” Aunt May explained as she guided them to the door.

“I’m not going anywhere like this!” Felicia then said pulling them all to a stop. She was after all completely naked; Mary Jane at least had her underwear.

“Heavens child, you’re right! I don’t know what I was thinking.” Aunt May exclaimed and quickly began to lead them back towards the clothes. When the staff of the store however saw that these naughty children were not in fact going to finally be led out of the store by their angry guardian as they had thought, they finally stepped in. They told Aunt May to leave immediately or they would call the police.

Aunt May was mightily embarrassed and didn’t want anything to do with the authorities at this point so she quickly escorted the girls out of the store. To preserve their modesty she removed her coat and buttoned it around Felicia and gave Mary Jane her sweater which if she stood just right was long enough to be a short sweater dress on her. They were still barefoot, but at least they were decent.

The girls suggested she call Reed Richards and gave her the number. Unfortunately it went to voice mail. She left a polite message detailing their problem and then tried to call Peter, but he wasn’t answering either, as usual. Checking her watch she saw that it was nearing three oclock. There were still several hours until the awards dinner. They would have to try and find Peter at the Daily Bugle. He usually checked in towards the end of the day and perhaps they would get lucky and catch him. Hailing a cab they all jumped in and she told the driver to hurry and take them to the Bugle.

The ride to the newspaper however was far from pleasant. Felicia and Mary Jane just couldn’t seem to leave one another alone. Finally Aunt May had to climb over Mary Jane and sit between them.

Worse still, she looked into the mirror of her compact, and was certain that she had lost even more years. There was almost no grey now in her dark brown hair, it was much fuller, and she had even fewer wrinkles. Surreptitiously looking down she confirmed that yes, she was fuller and firmer below the neck as well. She had almost forgotten how her breasts had once tented out her blouses. Looking up she saw that she wasn’t the only one who had noticed her rather prominent chest. The taxi driver was stealing glances in the rear view mirror every chance he got. Suddenly she wished she hadn’t given her sweater and coat to the girls.

When they arrived at the Bugle, Aunt May was tempted to leave the girls in the cab while she went to find Peter, but after the way they had behaved in the store and on the ride over she decided she had to take them upstairs with her. She wondered if whatever had happened to them was somehow also affecting their judgment or if it was just a side effect of growing younger. Regardless she pulled them out of the cab and made them come inside with her. They didn’t really want to, but she insisted.

As they crossed the lobby of the building they attracted quite a few looks. Who was this woman with the two very poorly dressed children? Was she someone the paper had ruined? Was she the mother of some of J. Jonah Jameson’s illegitimate kids? They could feel the inquisitive eyes on them and burned with embarrassment. When the elevator finally came they hurried in to escape the judgmental eyes.

“This is simply intolerable!” Aunt May remarked as they rode upstairs in the elevator.

“Well at least you’re still an adult.” Felicia grumbled and Aunt May had to concede that the little cat burglar had a point.

Arriving at the office of the Daily Bugle, Aunt May asked to see Peter Parker. Unfortunately they told her Peter wasn’t in at the moment, he was on an assignment, but they could wait it they liked. Seeing no other option Aunt May said they would wait and they were shown to a small area with couches where they could read old magazines until Peter showed up. Sitting down they got comfortable and prepared for what they hoped was a short wait.

About a half hour into their wait Aunt May looked up from her magazine and found that while Mary Jane was still there, laying on the carpet patiently flipping through a fashion magazine, Felicia was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Felicia?” she asked.

“I don’t know, I’m not her keeper” Mary Jane replied sassily. She had had enough of Felicia for today anyway.

“That’s not polite” Aunt May replied as she pulled Mary Jane to her feet “Now come on, we have to find Felicia, we can’t let her out of our sight, not while… this is going on anyway.”

“Fine!” Mary Jane pouted but came along with Aunt May to look for their age regressed companion.

They checked the water fountain in the hall and the ladies room first, but she wasn’t at either of those places so they returned to the office. They then snuck past the receptionist when she wasn’t looking and went into the office proper to continue their search. Aunt May found the sneaking about oddly exhilarating, she hadn’t done anything like that in years.

Inside the office proper they found the staff of the paper hard at work trying to get the evening edition out. People were running all over the place. They were so busy in fact that they scarcely even noticed Aunt May and Mary Jane which allowed them to continue their search more or less without interference.

In the break room they finally located the missing Felicia. They found her standing on a stool by the open refrigerator eating ice cream out of a cartoon with her hands. Apparently she had gotten hungry and had gone off to find something to snack on. When she discovered the candy machines all required money, which she didn’t have, she snuck into the break room to look for something to eat and that’s when she found the ice cream. And somewhere along the line she had again regressed.

Felicia now looked to be about eight. She was considerably shorter having not gotten her growth spurt yet at this age and even slimmer than she was at thirteen. No trace of her womanly figure remained. She was both flat chested and flat assed and at the moment had ice cream all over her childishly round face and hands. When she saw Aunt May and Mary Jane standing in the doorway she froze like a kid with caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I was hungry…” she finally said by way of an explanation.

“Look at you! You’re a mess!” Aunt May exclaimed as she came forward and lifted Felicia down off her precarious perch and set her down on her bottom on the stool. Using a dishrag from the sink she then tried to clean her up. She had dripped ice cream everywhere. In addition to getting it all over her face and hands, it was on the coat she was wearing, on her feet and even in her hair. Growing increasingly exasperated Aunt May grabbed some paper towels, wet them in the sink, and tried her best to clean Felicia up.

Just about at this time the door to the break room was thrown open and none other than the Daily’s Bugle’s push broom mustached Editor and Chief, J. Jonah Jameson Jr, came storming in. He practically ignored Aunt May and the girls as if they were beneath his notice as he headed straight for the fridge. He liked something sweet in the afternoon and usually allowed himself 5 minutes to have a snack. So when he opened the freezer door and saw that his ice cream gone he was far from pleased. He was an irritable man at the best of times and now that he found his favorite afternoon snack had been devoured he was completely intolerable. “Where in blazes is my Extra Fudge Ripple Pecan!?” He screamed and spun around finally noticing the girls.

“Sorry, mister. I couldn’t resist…” Felicia apologized and looked shamefully at her ice cream coated toes. Something had truly overcome her rational mature mind and made her eat that ice cream. She was certain of it.

An apology just wasn’t going to cut it with the likes of J. Jonah Jameson however. “Robbie, get in here!” he called and a middle aged black man came running to see what was the matter “Robbie, I want these girls all arrested for petty larceny and conspiracy to conceal evidence!” Turning back to the girls who were visibly recoiling from Jameson’s mad tirade he then asked “Who are you anyway? You don’t belong here! Add trespassing to the charges, Robbie!”

Always more level headed than his boss, Robbie however could tell that the girls meant no harm and tried to diffuse the situation “Jonah, let’s not get carried away. I’m sure these ladies have a reason to be here.”” he told his cigar munching boss before turning to the girls “Are you here to meet with someone? Perhaps about a story” he asked with a wink.

Catching on quickly enough as to not arouse Jameson’s suspicions Aunt May replied that she was indeed here for those reasons “Yes, that’s right, were here about an important story. We’re here to meet with… Peter Parker.

“Parker! He’s just a photographer! He’ll louse the story all up.” Jameson growled “Robbie, set these young ladies up with one of our staff reporters.”

“Yes, Jonah, I’ll get someone on it right way” Robbie replied as he led Aunt May and the girls out of the break room to allow his irate boss a chance to cool down.

“Thank you for doing that. I didn’t know what we were going to do” Aunt May told Robbie as soon as they were out of Jameson’s earshot.

“Don’t mention it.” Robbie replied graciously “Now assuming you don’t actually have a story for us, I suggest you get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Well, although the part about the story was a fabrication, we are here to see Peter Parker” Aunt May informed him.

“Yeah, where’s Peter?” Mary Jane piped up impatiently. Judging by her height, Aunt May surmised that Mary Jane had regressed again and was probably about eight as well. At this age she was somewhat chubby and was even shorter than the eight year old version of Felicia. Her cheeks were so round it was hard not to give them a little squeeze.

“Parker’s not here at the moment. He’s on assignment” Robbie told them and then suddenly realizing something he turned and said “You must be Parker’s girlfriend Mary Jane? He talks about you all the time. I should have known.”

No one was more startled by this than Aunt May and she had a hard time replying. “Me…ummm…well…” she stumbled out as she tried to think of what to say. To be mistaken for your own nephew’s girlfriend was unsettling to say the least. Finally she managed to reply in the positive “Yes… that’s right…I’m Peter’s girlfriend.”

“They haven’t been dating long you see…” Felicia appeared to be helping but was smiling a bit too much for that to be all it was.

Mary Jane just fumed and crossed her arms over her little chest. Peter was hers!

“Well you’re as lovely as he said you were.” Robbie told Aunt May as he led them to the door. He was about to show them out when Felicia tripped on the coat she was wearing, spilled out of it naked and fell flat on her face. Mary Jane began to laugh while Aunt May helped Felicia up. Clearly the coat was far too long for her to wear at this age. It practically dragged behind her after all.

Trying to be helpful, Robbie showed them to the nearby wardrobe. It contained all kinds of clothes and costumes that had piled up over the years from different advertisements and gimmicks the paper had staged. “Take whatever you need” he told them and then hurried back to work.

At this point the wardrobe was a godsend to Mary Jane. She was sick of running around in nothing but a sweater that was far too large for her and drooping underwear. Just about anything would be preferable.

The room contained a mirror and Aunt May saw that she had lost a number of years as well since the incident in the break room. There was now absolutely no grey in her hair and she had a hard time finding any wrinkles. “I don’t know for sure, but I think that we are regressing whenever we are stressed.” She told the girls “After all you two didn’t start getting younger until you had that run in at Kacy’s, and I was fine until I ran into you there. And since then it seems that every time we are put in a situation that causes stress we get even younger.”

“So we should just remain calm? Is that what you’re saying?” Felicia sassed.

Naturally this didn’t amuse Aunt May one bit. In her day a child who acted the way Felicia did would very quickly have a sore little heiney. “Watch it, girl” she warned her “I’m in no mood for any backtalk at the moment. Let’s just find something to wear and get going.”

“Fine!” Felicia huffed earning her another stern look from Aunt May, but luckily nothing more.

Aunt May did however find another way to punish the impudent little heroine. See while the wardrobe contained many clothes, most of them were for adults, very few were children sized. So Felicia had to be happy with whatever she was given and this turned out to be a very distasteful little baby blue party dress. It was revoltingly childish with its empire waist, poofy short sleeves and round Peter Pan collar. There were even color coordinated patent leather shoes and lace trimmed socks for her to wear. It was quite embarrassing for a sexy woman like her to be reduced to a child who had to wear ridiculous cutesy outfits. Her only consolation was that there was one in bright pink which Mary Jane was going to have to wear. Aunt May believed they must have been leftover from the annual Easter egg roll that the paper sponsored each year. The kids who had worn them must have changed right after the event and abandoned the dresses which were picked up and put in storage here.

Having lost weight in some areas, but gained weight in others, Aunt May also found her clothing not fitting the way she would have liked. She found her undergarments particularly confining. In addition she also had to admit that her rather drab and dated old lady clothes looked more than a little strange on her now twenty five year old body. To remedy this she abandoned her conservative blouse and skirt and orthopedic shoes and slipped into a daring ruby red cocktail dress and heels she found in the wardrobe. It wasn’t entirely appropriate for day-wear or an awards dinner, but it just kind of called out to her. After all when was the last time she had been able to wear a dress that showed off her décolleté or short enough to show off almost the entirety of her legs?

Dressed the three of them then left the Daily Bugle, grabbed a cab, and headed to the hotel where the awards dinner was to be held. Hopefully Peter would be there when they arrived and he would be able to fix everything as he usually did. Naturally however they hit traffic at this late hour in the afternoon and soon found themselves moving more slowly than the pedestrians on the street.

“This blows” Mary Jane remarked as she stared out the window at the passing people. “By the time we get there Peter will probably be gone.”

Thinking for a moment Aunt May realized that MJ was probably right “Okay, girls, let’s get out here” she then said as she handed the cabbie some cash to cover the fare “We’ll walk from here.”

Thrilled at this sudden change in plans the girls jumped from the cab and were soon heading down Broadway hand and hand with the greatly rejuvenated Aunt May. To anyone who happened to be paying attention they appeared to be nothing more than a young mother with her two daughters out for a stroll. They were having such a good time all of a sudden that they almost forgot where they were going and paused to look at theater displays, shop windows and street performers. It was only when Mary Jane began complaining that she needed to use the little girls’ room that they came back to their senses and hurried on.

“You can use the restroom at the hotel” Aunt May told her.

“Is it close?” Mary Jane whimpered “I really need to go!”

“Yes, I believe it’s just on the next block.” Aunt May promised and led them on. Unfortunately she was not right about the Hotel being on the next block and unable to hold it any longer Peter Parker’s regressed girlfriend wet her panties right there on the sidewalk.

“Aunt May!!!” Mary cried as she burst into tears over losing control of her bladder.

“Ha-ha you wet your panties!” Felicia teased MJ which infuriated the already frazzled Aunt May. Before she knew what she was doing she had grabbed the platinum haired heroine by the arm and given her a few quick swats to her naughty little behind.

“Owwww!” Felicia cried as she attempted to cover her bottom with her hands to avoid any further swats but needn’t have bothered as Aunt May had already moved and was doing her best to comfort the humiliated Mary Jane.

“It’s all right, honey, these things happen” she told the girl, but she was not to be comforted so easily. Particularly as the trauma of suddenly wetting herself in public like a little child had caused her to grow even younger. Before their eyes she dwindled from a pudgy eight year old into an even smaller five year old.

“Oh dear!” Aunt May’s eyes grew wide as the girl grew even younger than she had been. “Whatever is happening doesn’t seem to be slowing down” she then said as she picked MJ up and took the still smarting Felicia by the hand “I think we had better run the rest of the way!”

And so they did. It was only a few more blocks luckily. And although their feet were tired and they were out of breath by the time they got to the hotel, they had no further incidents. Stepping up to the man in charge of seating guests for the awards dinner Aunt May told him they were there for the dinner and asked if Peter was there yet. Looking at them somewhat oddly the man replied that Peter was in fact there. He was just inside. Overjoyed the girls began to surge forward intent on entering the ballroom and finally getting the help they needed when the man blocked their path.

“I’m sorry but I’m having a hard time believing you are who you say you are” he told them. “I have a Mrs. May Parker, Ms. Felicia hardy and a Ms. Mary Jane Watson on my list. It doesn’t say anything about any kids being on the guest list.”

Taken aback by this Aunt May didn’t quite know how to respond. How could they prove they were who they said they were? They certainly wouldn’t look much like their photo IDs!

Tired of being treated like a child Felicia then stepped forward and kicked the man in the shin as hard as she could. Crying out in pain he fell over and she then pushed him over onto the ground before rushing past him into the ballroom. Racing after her, Aunt May demanded that she come back, but Felicia either didn’t hear her or didn’t care to obey and ran on.

Inside the ballroom guests and honorees were already gathering and preparing to sit so the festivities could begin. And among them was of course Peter Parker who was waiting patiently, fiddling with his bowtie, until his family and friends arrives to join him in what he hoped was but the first of many awards dinners. When his spidey sense abruptly began to go off he was certain it had to be some super villain attacking and he was quite surprised to say the least when he saw it was just some gatecrashers being chased by security guards.

Hardly any of his business Peter decided to stay out of it until he noticed that they were coming straight for him and shouting his name “Peter! Peter!” the little one in the lead yelled. “You’ve got to help us!”

Peter found this very odd. He didn’t know that many children really and those he did know he knew in his secret identity as Spider-Man. Who was this little blonde child in the frilly blue part dress running up and pulling on his sleeve he wondered? Further who was the attractive young woman carrying the little redheaded girl? She hardly looked old enough to have a child that size. Why would a babysitter need Peter’s help? And then the little redheaded girl turned toward him and he suddenly knew at least part of what was going on.

Despite the many years Mary Jane which had lost and the great changes her body had underwent in the last several hours, Peter couldn’t help but recognize the love of his life. “Mary Jane? Is that you?” he ventured as she reached out her chubby little arms for him. She couldn’t be a day over four years old.

“Yeth ith me!” she lisped as he took her from the young brunette woman and held her in his arms. “I haf ben wegwessed agin!”

“Yeah, It’s been horrible, you have to help us!” the blonde girl who Peter now realized was Felicia chimed in “I kinda clobbered one of the security guards and now they’re mad” She looked about six at this point and utterly adorable but was still apparently dangerous.

“Again? How?” Peter tried to make sense of what was going on. “This is really horrible timing…” he then mumbled as the burly security guards grew ever closer. What would he tell them he wondered? They evidently thought these were gatecrashers and might even call the police. He certainly couldn’t tell them the truth; it would endanger his secret identity as would shooting webs and swinging them all out of there.

The girl who had been carrying Mary Jane seemed so familiar. Something about her made him want to trust her implicitly and protect her. Were he not involved with Mary Jane she would be someone he would definitely like to get to know better. In addition to that certain something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, she had the wholesome good looks and tight little body that always got his heart pumping faster.

“I’m not sure what I should do…” he admitted as he racked his brain for a solution to this situation.

With complete acceptance and understanding the girl then said “Do whatever you have to do, Peter.” And Peter’s jaw simply dropped. The girl he found so familiar was none other than his Aunt May regressed to perhaps nineteen or twenty years of age. He was certain of it. Of all his strange adventures this was certainly one of the most awkward for him.

“Don’t worry” He told them as soon as he was again capable of speech “I won’t let them take any of you away, I’ll fix all of this.” He added stoically and turned to confront the security guards and likely the police after that. Whatever happened he was prepared to accept the consequences.

And then time seemed to stop. At least that was what Peter and the girls all thought when everyone stopped moving and shouting. When they found that they could still move and speak though they realized time had not been stopped, rather it seemed that everyone besides them had been frozen in place.

“There you are” Reed Richards announced as he stretched over the crowd to meet with Peter and the girls. “I’ve been looking all over town for you lot.”

“Did you freeze everyone?” Peter asked in amazement.

“Yes I did, had to I’m afraid, I couldn’t think of any way to reach you in time without exposing your secret identity. You should really think of doing away with that.” Reed explained as he pulled an advanced looking electronic device from his belt. “This morning I noticed Suzie acting very strangely. After running some tests I discovered that the age regression ray and subsequent reversal of its effect had altered her aging process on a fundamental level. Worse she was emitting particles that in effect made this condition contagious to anyone she was around for an extended period of time. I whipped up this new device to eliminate these particles and return her to her natural state. I’ve been looking for these girls ever since. Would have been easy to find them if they had kept my business card on them, but for some reason they left Kacy’s in such a hurry they both left their purses and thus my cards there.”

“So you can change us back?” little Felicia interrupted. She had no desire to stay a child any longer than she had.

“That’s right.” Reed replied as if such a thing were routine to him “With this device I can remove the particles that have interrupted your natural aging process and also return you to your rightful ages. Let me take care of the former before I address the latter.” That said he adjusted a few things on his device and a moment later the group was bathed in a green light until a ding indicated the machine had done its job.

“Now make me big agin, pwease!” Mary Jane pleaded as she squirmed until Peter got the picture and put her down on the ground.

“Alright” Reed replied and after making the necessary adjustments to the device, he hit a button and Mary Jane was bathed in light again, this time a blue light. And within moments she began to grow. Starting off as a preschooler the changes came slowly at first as she gained a little height at a time until she returned to her chubby preteen years. Then she seemed to change very little until she hit puberty and exploded upward. She grew taller very quickly and though she lost her baby fat she soon began to fill out in other areas. By the time she reached about sixteen she had the makings of a very nice figure with bountiful gravity defying breasts, a slim waist and a shapely behind. Although he had recognized her as a little child, this was the Mary Jane, Peter had originally fallen for and he seeing her grow up again brought back memories from years ago when he had seen her originally go through this stage. Mary Jane then grew a bit taller and filled out a little more as she left her teenage years behind and entered her early twenties. Her legs lost that coltish look to them and the cheekbones that made her a model became more evident. Then she was back to her original age.

“Oh my god I’m glad that’s over with” she gasped as she gave Peter and then Reed a big hug “I don’t think I could have stood turning into a baby!”

Mary Jane taken care of Reed then turned his attention to a very eager young Felicia and before long she too was bathed in blue aging rays. Like Mary Jane the changes came slowly to Felicia as she grew from six years old into a preteen. She had always been skinny it seemed and she hardly gained any weight as she grew older, becoming just a little taller, and a little feistier looking. In her teenage years however she really blossomed. She gained the glamorous almost otherworldly looks she so often used to dazzle and confuse her enemies as her little breasts expanded into firm womanly mounds and her legs became long and perfectly sculpted. Almost overcome by what he was witnessing Peter took a moment to adjust himself while everyone’s attention was firmly on Felicia. When he turned back she was nearing the end of her transformation from grade-schooler to full grown woman. Her hair became even longer and fuller as she regained the Olympic level athleticism that made her so agile and dangerous. As the device dinged signally the end of the cycle she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped over to Mary Jane.

Restored to their appropriate ages the two women again confronted one another. As they now each again possessed a strong womanly body, Peter was afraid they were about to start fighting again, but instead they just looked each other over and then shook hands “I’m so sorry I was such a bitch, I guess I still have some growing up to do” Felicia apologized to which Mary Jane responded “Don’t worry about it, I’m sorry too, I didn’t handle having competition very maturely either. Friends?” she inquired. “Friends.” Felicia replied and they sealed this covenant with a hug.

Last but not least Reed turned to use his device on Aunt May and return her to her original age. Just before he began the cycle however she stopped him. “Wait!” she said “Is it absolutely necessary for me to return to being so old? Couldn’t I just stay this way?”

There was silence as Reed thought this over. “Well, I don’t really see any reason why that would be a problem. I have already neutralized the factor that makes your age unstable. Is this really what you want though?”

“Yes, I believe it is.” Aunt May told him.

“Alright then” Reed nodded and with that he put the device away and went to handle the problem of returning all the frozen people in the ballroom to life without alerting them that anything had happened. He would have to cause a fire alarm or something to cover the confusion. Unfortunately for Peter the awards dinner would have to be postponed for another night.

Peter wasn’t thinking about any of this however. He was still stunned by his Aunt’s decision. His elderly Aunt May was going to stay the way she was? That made her younger than he was! ”Aunt May, are you sure that you’ve thought this through?” he asked.

“Yes I have, Peter. I’m not daft I’ll have you know.” Aunt May informed her nephew “I have considered this carefully and believe it is the chance of a lifetime. After all, I’m not married, you’ve left the house, and I have few responsibilities. I’d be a fool not to seize this opportunity.” She explained and as she did Peter nodded in understanding. She then smiled “And please Peter, just call me May from now on.”

“I’ll try, but it’s going to take some time to get accustomed to all this.” Peter replied as he again tried to come to terms with the fact that this attractive young woman with the long dark hair and bright eyes, for whom he had romantic feelings toward just a few moments ago, had once been his old Aunt May.

Meanwhile Felicia and Mary Jane told Peter that they sorry but that they were going home. They were glad to be back in their beautiful adult bodies, but he was crazy if he thought they were going to be caught in public wearing childish pastel party dresses that were now far too small for them. They looked in fact like they were going to burst from the dresses at any moment and they were so short the entirety of their ruffled panty covered bottoms could be seen. Peter joked that he thought they looked rather cute and soon found himself running back to his apartment being pursued by two rather unamused ladies.

Flash Thompson showed up just as everyone was leaving the building due to a fire alarm arranged by Reed Richards. He was terrifically late and afraid his date Felicia would tear his head off for it. She could be so demanding sometimes and he was getting more than a little fed up with it. Getting the attention of an attractive young woman in a daring red cocktail dress he asked what was going on.

“Just a little fire alarm, sweetie, the awards dinner has been postponed.” she told him.

So enraptured by her beauty and her charm, Flash a moment later found himself asking this stranger to dinner. To his delight she accepted. Then as they walked down the street together he introduced himself formerly and inquired as to what her name was.

To this she smiled and replied “My name’s May…May Reilly…and I don’t know about you, but I haven’t felt this good in years.”