Days pass and Susan rebuilds her life.

Alicia had been busy, for the past 12 hours she had been administering the **** to the hive and keeping track of every new adult that hatched while Susan was upstairs with her family. By now there were dozens of their shared adult children who had hatched free and were immediately given the **** and a ****-fed education when a few textbooks were thrust into their open arms. By now the hive had become a strange contrast; Days worth of resin coatings and the ceiling covered in fleshy cocoons both full and empty, the entire space looked like the lair of some insectoid monstrosity, only for said monsters to be occupying themselves by either sitting at a nearby table sharing books or trying on clothing for fitting and style.

Alicia herself had reverted to her human appearance and was wearing Susan’s old clothing, something she inwardly complained felt rather snug on her if only because her transformation had given her a healthy physique and curves. “Wish we had a mirror down here…” Thanks to the **** Susan had created, Alicia could think clearly again, thankfully so as she was starting to worry about her behaviour. She never considered herself as sex starved, not in any way of the word… Not until after her transformation, it was like every iota of her being told her to spread her genes at any cost. It nearly crushed her sense of self to that end. But now? She was Alicia Masters again, at least in name and mind anyway. Crossing her arms, she looked over to the hive where 4 of her sons sat around a board game they found in the cellar that was their hive. Several others traded books with each other like they were trading playing cards, the instant the paperback tome contacted their fingers, their eyes fluttered with the surge of new information, then just as quickly as it came, they traded again.

“I wonder how my kids would react going to a university. They’d probably be running the place after walking out of the library.”

Still musing on the potential of her children, the woman’s attention fell to the elevator where her queen could be seen exiting, gracefully stepping out in her alien form, her tentacled hair flowed behind her, and her thin tail coiled and swished with each sway of her hips. One of her hands rested on said hip while her other three either idled themselves at her sides or traced her talons through her tendrils. But there was something off about her, her eyes looked fogged and wild, like a woman dying of thirst and looking everywhere for a source of water.

Pausing in the center of her hive, Susan sniffed the air and turned her attention towards one of her sons trying out one of Ben’s suits. Narrowing her eyes and licking her lips, she surprised him when she pinned him against the wall and forcefully pulled him into a hungry kiss.

“Suzie!” Darting her eyes towards the small crate of vials, Alicia ran up to try and pull Susan off her own son, getting an angry hiss from the she-creature when she snapped out and hoisted Alicia off the ground with one hand. “Susan… The ****…” Baring her teeth and glaring at her friend with a look of **** in her reptilian eyes, Susan slowly blinked and looked at the blue vial dangling between Alicia’s fingers. Dropping her friend and plucking the serum from her quickly, she pried the cork off and downed the fluid instantly, backing away from the two as the effects quickly took root.

“T-thank you Alicia… Hmm, twelve hours, so the **** only lasts twelve hours…” Looking at the empty vial and back to the rest of the hive, Susan began to crunch number into her head, then turned her attention back to helping Alicia to her feet and giving the woman a reassuring hug. “Hmm, its getting a little crowded in here, I’m going to have to make more of this stuff from now on if we’re going to keep this place civil, I’m going to make more right now.”

“Good, like you said, it’s getting a little crowded in here.” Mused Alicia, finding 26 of their kids staring back at the scene before turning their attention back to their activities.

*

3 days later…

Dusting the side table to the couch in the living room, Susan sighed at the peacefulness of it all. She finally reclaimed her life… If only to an extent. Valeria and Franklin were at school, Johnny was off on a date and Ben had decided to indulge in his piloting skills at the nearby airport. Reed however was still in his lab but occasionally stepped out to see how Susan was doing, he even stepped out of his lab to eat lunch… Which was rare since he occasionally lost sense of time while researching.

Coming up behind her husband, Susan wrapped her arms around him and pecked the side of his head with a kiss. “Hello sweaty, want something to eat?” She smiled, ruffling his hair affectionately

“Sure, say Susan, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Said Reed, slowly turning around to look his wife eye to eye which as of late he had to look up slightly to do so. He didn’t know why or how but over the span of over a week, his wife had grown taller, stronger, more curvaceous and even younger looking. “You’ve been gone for some time, and every time we ever see you, you look different, is there anything you need to tell me?”

“Well…” She had been meaning to tell him, when she had the chance to do so, she had been terrified of her new self, not just in her transformation but in her demanding impulsive behaviour. But now that she had a working **** that could curb those urges and let her think straight, this might be the opportunity to come clean. Tell him about how the rock had changed her DNA and **** her to mate with random men to bear as many children as humanly possible. He would understand right? Even the deaths? She wasn’t herself, after all, heck the worst of her behaviour came after her head was shot off. “Well Reed, m-maybe its time I tell you the truth, I…”

“HI EVERYONE!” Called out a familiar voice from the front door, looking out of the kitchen doorway, Reed and Susan spotted Janet Van Dyne the Wasp let herself in and wave to the couple. “Jan? What brings you here?” Separating from his wife, Reed moved from the kitchen to greet the woman, along with Susan who had gotten a fierce huge from the diminutive Avenger. The woman was wearing a knee length yellow sundress and taking off her wide brimmed hat and setting it on a hook near the door, revealed she was wearing a matching yellow bow tying the bun to the back of her hair. Taking off her yellow slippers, Janet sat at the couch and sighed, draping herself over the soft leather material. “I just got back from a tour in Europe, I’m showing off my latest line of clothing for the fashion gala here in New York.” Janet sighed with a smile. “I’ve been scouting for models to show off my latest work, but so far I’ve come up short.”

Sitting next to Janet on the other side of the couch, Susan rested her head on the palm of her hand and crossed her legs at the seat. “That’s sad to hear, hopefully you’ll find enough models for the job.”

“I’ll get some refreshments; I’ll be right back.” Called out Reed, already making his way towards the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Janet sat up and gave Susan a look over, raising an eyebrow. “So Suzie, when did you get work done?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“What I mean is all of THIS girl!” Janet gestured with both hands around Susan’s face and body. “Stand UP, let me see all of ya!”

Standing up from her seat, Susan was led out into the open in the middle of the living room where Janet made her stand in place, inspecting the tall blonde. Circling the woman, Janet tapped a finger to her chin, eyeing Susan down; admiring the length of her toned legs, her wide hips and heart shaped rear barely contained in the pair of jeans the woman wore. Her waspish waist and abs, her impressive bust which stood proud from her chest, yet Janet swore she wasn’t wearing a bra behind that tasteful sweater Susan was wearing. Toned arms crossed underneath that impressive chest and tilting her wide shoulders almost coyly. Her blonde hair flowed down like silk to her belt line, and her face, a face that looked half the age of the woman and showed no signs of wrinkles, scars or moles, ANYWHERE over her body. Janet had known Susan for a long time, but the woman in front of her was almost like an idealised version of the Invisible Woman. “Perfection!”

An arm carrying a tray of drinks stretched out and fumbled to place it at the coffee table while the rest of Reed entered the living room to find the two women standing. “So Janet, any leads on finding models for your line?”

“Oh, I think I found the centerpiece to my line right here.”

“W-what?”

“How would you like to be the lead model in my fashion show Suzie?”

“What?!” Blinking back at the short woman, Susan held herself more tightly, too stunned to even make a better response.