The Wasp Gets A Rude Awakening

Sleeping, Janet Van Dyne couldn't register when one dream ended and another began, but to her sleeping mind they all ran one some sort of abstract sense. An inner truth to herself that her subconscious could only hope to present in non-linear fractions.

At one moment, she was resting on a lounge chair along a idyllic beach, the cool breeze on her skin reminding her of her nudity, but it all still feeling as natural a state as the ocean and sun stretched before her. Her petite body was swollen around her midsection, overripe with child. Yet as Janet looked down and cradled her bump in her hands, she felt not discomfort or dread, only warmth and joy.

Another moment, the gentle lapping shores and salty-sweet scents transitioned into musky sweat and the obscene clapping of flesh. The wide open space of the beach instead became the closed-in huddle of men, men each as big as Thor, on all Janet's sides—as well as her insides. Held down by her hips, one below her fucked upwards into her ass, slapping his testicles up against her backside. Three more squatted over her, one fucking savagely into her pussy, pinning her legs up against her chest and another craning her head to the side in order to pump his cock hard down her throat. The forth, impatient but no less aggressive than the others, slapped his cock against Janet's cheek while his rough hands kneaded her breasts.

The serene, loving feelings within her when she laid along the beach with her pregnant belly were cast out, replaced with a bombardment of pleasure that blurred into a stinging pulse. Painful, but not unbearable. Her willowy body felt on fire, but not borne out of rage or fury. No, Janet was just as strong as her mates, and she savored this, it charged her very blood. Janet found herself thrusting back in the limited space by which she could, to the two plowing her pussy and ass. The sensations grew more and more intense, and Janet could only think of getting more.

The scenery would change yet again. The sounds of her gangbang, while obscene, were still something human. The grunts were replaced by buzzes and tremors, and the lewd thrusts with unsettling squelches and scratches. The Unstoppable Wasp was living up to her namesake, a hive queen laying her brood, surrounded by a hive of her own design, built from scraps and built into something glorious. Janet felt no disgust at the loss of her humanity. In truth, the satisfaction she presently felt wasn't too far gone from her dream of the beach. She was doing her natural duty of propagation, and she relished it in as uncomplicated a matter as a common wasp could relish.

As Janet was pulled up from these layers of sleep, she never felt revulsion creep up as the scattered remnants of her dreams remained with her into consciousness. As she lingered on them as the details grew more cloudy, Janet idly wondered the last time she ever pondered having a child, or had a truly satisfactory sexual experience. Her life had always seemed to grow more chaotic every year, more responsibilities piled onto the others. Janet had never really had much longing for motherhood, or a sex life that wasn't just a tender if not unimaginative partner with her under silken sheets. As the years went on, she had found the opportunity to explore either began to narrow, with more and more duties and promises piling up. She was not bereft of fulfillment, of course. Janet felt heaps of pride as a heroine, a businesswoman, a fashion icon, and for a long time she convinced herself that only an egomaniac would complain that all of that couldn't be enough. But...through all the sacrifice, all the ****, both figurative and literal, her life had given her, did she not have the right to escape from the box her roles had put her in? To explore herself, even if that exploration was considered obscene to prying eyes?

These feelings of frustration lingered in Janet's mind, long after the impressions of her dreams, as she rose back to wakefulness. Clearing her eyes, she found herself sprawled out on the couch of her penthouse apartment, in all its retro decor. Perhaps as an effect of just waking up from dreams that made her ask such deep questions about herself and her desires, Janet looked around what should be familiar surroundings and found her brow furrowing. She couldn't shake the feeling that her home, one she had lived in for years, started a fashion line out of and almost started a family within, was the home of a stranger. That she hadn't set foot in her own home in over a lifetime.

Before she could dwell on such thoughts any longer, a rapping from the front door broke her attention.

"Miss Van Dyne," a haughty feminine voice said on the other side. "Are you decent?"

Before Janet even had the chance to look upon the nightgown and slippers she was apparently sleeping in, much less respond, the door to her apartment flung open. Janet blinked when the figure rounded the corner to the foyer and entered the living room.

"Em...Emma Frost?"

Janet had never personally gotten acquainted with her new, sudden house-guest, but in the menagerie of her circles as a superhero, fashion mogul and socialite, she had certainly encountered the former White Queen on a good deal of occasions. What she was wearing felt way too casual for the type of personality Janet had gained an impression for, but her shrewd eye did note Emma's whole ensemble came from Janet's own line. A corset top with a plunging neckline, worn under a long sleeve jacket with low-rise bell bottoms, all white. It was likely the lewd thoughts that were still swimming in Janet's head, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of lust for the statuesque blonde that now stood before her. In spite of all Janet knew about her supervillain past, and even the few instances of direct interaction she had with the woman were enough to turn her off. But for a quick fuck, a bisexual experience, she might very well could have been Janet's dream woman.

Emma struck a pose before Janet, cocking her hips and resting her hands at her waist. "Good morning, Miss Van Dyne," Emma greeted, giving Janet a weak but polite smile. "I take it you have a lot of questions right now."

Like why did you bother coming in her with anything on at all, Janet found herself thinking. She blushed, remembering Emma was a telepath, but her icy face didn't indicate any reaction, so Janet shook her head and cleared her throat. "I suppose I do," Janet said, finding her throat feeling particularly rough. She straightened up out of the crumpled blankets she was surrounded with. "Just taking a shot in the dark here, but...I'm gonna guess this," she said, gesticulating to the two women's surroundings, "is not really my apartment."

Emma twitched her jaw. "Afraid not, sorry. I wanted to try and conjure surroundings that would put you more at ease."

Janet trilled through her lips and leaned back into the couch. "Figures."

"But, before I answer any more questions, Miss Van Dyne," Emma continued, taking a seat against the coffee table behind her. "I need to ask you something first."

Janet watched her lean in towards her, rubbing her palms together while eyeing Janet up with a reserved, studious expression. Janet chuckled to herself at the thought that this felt like therapy, given by Emma Frost of all people. A porn shoot of a therapy session would have been more her wheelhouse, especially with how her cleavage was leering at Janet.

Janet sighed and closed her eyes. When she tried to recall her most immediate memories, all that came back were her dreams. The beach, the gangbang, the hive. Janet's head grew warm and flushed and she felt frustrated with herself that her mind was in the gutter, going back to such obscene thoughts, or even wanting to jump this practical stranger's bones as soon as she saw her and her great breasts. Emma must have sensed Janet's unease, because she soon Emma's hand on her knee, and opened her eyes to find an uncharacteristic look of warmth and concern coming from the X-Man. "It's alright, Miss Van Dyne. That's just a bit of a blocker in you mind. I will explain it all in due time. For the moment, please try and reach further. What's the last tangible thing you can remember?"

"Couldn't you...y'know," Janet said, already panting her breath." "Just pull my memories out or something? I mean, I'm clearly in some sort of psychic coma anyways."

Emma chuckled ruefully. "I could, but I wanted to see first if it were possible to have you push past those blockers yourself. It's...quite visceral, to say the least. Certainly not something most women can handle all at once."

If Emma had said this to her yesterday—whenever "yesterday" even was—Janet might have agreed. The most adventurous she had ever gotten was some kinky toy play with Hank and his Pym Particles, which might have been considered bold to others, but to Janet always felt like a shy girl who didn't have the guts to go out and play with others. She had even skipped out on an orgy at the Hellfire Club, where she and Emma could have met much sooner, because she got cold feet at the last minute. Well, no more.

Janet scoffed. "I'm not most women. Give it to me."

Emma rolled her eyes and brought two fingers to her temple. "As you wish."

It came to Janet all at once. A kaleidoscope of memories and sensations. A city in chaos. The sweet nectar from tropical flora. Roaring flames amid grunts and gasps. Being in the Quinjet cockpit with Carol, Greer and Clint. And bursting out of her costume, meaty hands and thick cocks all over her, the rush of child after child being pushed out of her...the recollections could have been seconds or hours, but either way Janet shot her eyes open and found herself drenched in sweat and her nerves completely shot.

"Oh—Oh, my...I...I...fucking God!"

"Yes, indeed." Sighed Emma, closing her eyes and fanning herself. "What more can really be said?"

Looking down at herself, Janet plucked at her dress in her hands. She saw how her nipples were visible through her sheer gown, but could not be bothered to be modest about it. "Wait, so...Jen...turned me? I'm a She-Hulk too? What...God, what did I do?"

"No one died out of your rampage, if that's what your worried about. That's the good news. As for the bad, well," Emma drew her hand out between the two, her palm outstretched. "Forgive the crudeness, but the question shouldn't be 'what,' but rather 'who."

***

"Bloody Hell, Emma! Don't touch that!"

With a gasp, Emma found herself back in the upper levels of the Danger Room. A Hulked-out Betsy Braddock had her back to her, but her waist twisted to throw Emma a glare from behind. Betsy's eyes were a vibrant pink, as was her iconic psi-energy that hovered above her face. Outstretched before the two women was the "X-Nursery," a floor of the Institute's lower levels made to accommodate the hundreds of offspring produced and delivered over the course of the proceeding day, all wrapped in blankets and cooing and whimpered in their sleep, completely at peace thanks to the Betsy's psychic sway.

"Do you want to cause another ruckus again? Where did you even get that?"

"Calm your tits, Betsy," Emma said, rolling her eyes and tossing her long platinum hair over her shoulder. "If you can sedate a bunch of toddlers, I can do the same with a jar of bugs." She lifted the mason jar she had collected on her way to Betsy for closer scrutiny. From a glance, the contents looked like a collection of green hornets, buzzing and squirming around in their confines, but upon closer inspection saw that they were in fact humanoid. Hulks, with diaphanous wings and antennae, all twitching and fluttering in their sleep, all piled onto one another. And at the very top was a female, with a litter of infants cuddled around her and two even idly suckling on her massive teats in slumber.

"You are right, this is a time bomb in my hands. I am just trying to see if there could be an alternative means to disarm them once the buggers finally wake up from their power naps. I'm warming up to their little queen just now, actually, before you broke my concentration. I just wanted to know if you took a peak into the next generation of mutants out there."

Betsy sighed in frustration and turned back to face the infants, drawing her hands up to extend her powers. "Their minds are developing at around the same rapid development as their bodies. At this rate, this maternity wing will be looking more like a college dorm by morning. But there's something in the minds of the Wasps you have there that I worry will replicate with the children. They aren't unintelligent, but there's a...primal instinct there. A great compulsion of food and sex and little patience for much else."

Emma scoffed. "Well, maybe you just read them during their hunger naps. I've been poking around the queen in here, and she seems perfectly fine, underneath all that muck."

"I never said there wasn't a rational mind under all that instinct, Emma. I meant those blockers come from something..."

Betsy's explanation went unheard as Emma brought both her hands back onto the jar and closed her eyes, jumping back into Janet's mind.

***

"Oh, fuck...that one's me, isn't it?"

Emma inhaled sharply as she found herself back in Janet's "apartment." She furrowed her brow for a moment—hopping between minds never felt so difficult before—but shook her head and pressed on.

"I'm afraid so," Emma nodded in confirmation. "This is where your physical body is at present, along with your progeny—oh, yes, and Hulks rapidly propagate and mature, if that was not made clear. We apologize for the accommodations, but the Professor thought it best to contain you all and lull you to sleep, lest you continue to flutter into the East Coast."

Janet slumped back into the couch, overwhelmed to the point of numbness. "Wait, so...how did I get involved with the X-Men?"

Emma smirked. "I suppose the more recent memories are a tad bit harder to retrieve. Ah, well," she said, getting back to her feet. "May as well drop the facade at this point..."

Janet watched the refined Emma Frost suddenly hunch over and contort her lovely face into a snarl, grunting through clenched teeth. Janet remained in silent awe as Emma's jacket tore open along the sleeves and back with a flex of her muscles and just kept growing. The coffee table behind her scraped against the floor as she straightened up and spread her arms out with clenched fists on both ends. Her corset split wide open down the middle, and her breasts not only looked bigger once out of their tight confines, looked to be actively growing. In less than a minute, Emma towered over Janet in a form that rivaled Jen's Hulk form, with all the abundant curves and bulging muscles she remembered. Only instead of bright green flesh, Emma's half-naked body was a pale blue which seemed to sparkle against the fake-sunlight from the window behind them, not unlike diamonds.

"A bit dramatic, but at this point I think you can digest it," Emma said. She took a step closer to Janet, and with a creak of fabric found that her pants, at least from the knees up, had managed to survive her transformation. With a playful chuckle, she tore them clean off of her, leaving her completely, gloriously naked.

Janet unthinkingly licked her lips as she gawked at the Amazonian woman, who stood in the middle of her living room. She leered at Emma's long toned legs and the peach of a rear they were crowned with.t. Her breasts were impressive, easily the size of ripe melons and yet they stood proud from her chest as if they were weightless. She wanted to lick at the stiff nipples and suck at their mass, taking a step back she looked up at the sky-blue skinned woman, her perfect body and curves and flowing platinum hair and thought of her as the pinnacle of feminine beauty.

"I...I, uh...Gamma looks good on you..."

She wanted to be her. Looking down at her hands, a smirk crossed her lips as she realized she was like her. Feeling the pulse course through her, she lowered her eyes and followed its rhythm, letting it flood through her just like how she remembered the first time. A heat rose up in her chest that flooded down to her arms and legs. Looking down at her hands, they quickly started to turn a shade of green. Her gown grew tight and began to ride up her thighs. Her muscles throbbed and bulged across her limbs, making her chest heave as her breasts swelled from the size of pert apples, to oranges, to grapefruits. Gasping and groaning, she clutched the front of her clothes and ripped it open with the same ease as tearing tissue paper, freeing her breasts and tossing the offending fabric to the floor. She shot off of her couch and onto her feet, and with the motion her panties snapped off her widening hips and growing thighs.

"Wow... What a RUSH!"

Breathing hard and combing her fingers through her longer green hair, Janet husked and licked her lips at the sight of Emma, now far more emboldened to express her lust for the woman than before. She ran her hands down her stomach and hips, sending Emma a smoldering look while openly panting through her open mouth. She watched Emma frieze up, staring back at Janet with glossy eyes and slightly parted lips and a tremendous excitement ran through her. Emma Frost, sex symbol, dominatrix and all around boss bitch, desired her, became weak in the knees for Janet Van Dyne.

"Now, as I was saying, you and your offsprmppphh--!" Capturing Emma's lips in her own, Janet moaned into the kiss and pushed forward to have the ice blue skinned woman lower herself to the woman floor and made out with her. Smiling back into the kiss, Emma reciprocated, giggling as she felt the Wasp's hands roam and squeeze at her outer thighs and try to grope at her tits. All the while, the booming heartbeat could be heart by the two, giving them both a rhythm as they ground against each other and panted for breath before kissing again.

"Want you... Want you SO bad!" Growled the Wasp, stabbing her tongue past Emma's lips.

***

"...as you likely already know, there have been next to zero negative effects on the women who have given birth today. The regenerative properties are astounding. Mix that with the hormonal activity among the students, and if the Professor can't put a cap on this whole lot, we're in for another baby wave by dinner time...Emma?"

Betsy looked back behind herself to see Emma standing motionless, her neck slumped into her shoulders and her eyes shut.

"Emma!"

She snapped back awake at Betsy's call, slightly crunching the glass of the mason jar which prompted a hiss from the purple-skinned woman.

"It's...it's fine," Emma murmured, shakily setting the jar aside. "Er...update on my experiment...it occurs to me that as someone also affected by this Gamma bunk, I'm not at the best condition to overpower another, even mentally. Why are we all even still like this, anyway? Doesn't the original article turn back into a pencil pusher after a power nap?"

"I'm not a physicist, Emma. But as I was trying to say before you zoned out, the theory is that what has affected us is not the run-of-the-mill Gamma juice that Doctor Banner has had to contend with. I would say it's closer to She-Hulk, but even then Miss Walters has never gone on a rampage like this before. Whatever the case, we all appear locked into our--"

Once again, Emma spaced out, Betsy's words becoming white noise as the White Queen's eyes lingered to Psylocke's body.

Psylocke was surprised to find a pair of arms snake under her and cup at her breasts just as she felt a pair of lips kiss at her ear and lick up her cheek. "Emma? What in blazes are you...?" Looking back over to the other woman, the White Queen looked dazed, her eyes glazed over with lust as she slowly turned Betsy around and shocked the woman with a hungry kiss that captured her lips and snaked her tongue into her mouth.

Collapsing to the ground with Emma on top of her and making out furiously with the other telepath, Betsy struggled for only a brief second before her eyes fluttered and she returned the kiss.

***

Growling into the other woman's mouth, Janet and Emma rolled back and forth on the floor. Knocking over furniture as their making out became more aggressive, more heated. Hours passed by with them pressing against walls, jumping on top of the bed and breaking its frame with their mass as they fingered and ground against each other. All the while the pulse coursing through them was the only thing they could hear. Licking each other out one moment and scissoring the next, wood splintered off the bedframe as they thrust and ground against each other. Sweating and panting, Emma looked around and found the entire studio apartment trashed. "Looks like... 'pant'... Looks like we trashed your home..."

"No!... JANET's home." Growled the green skinned woman before pulling Emma into a languid kiss. "Janet was puny, always wasting time on making clothes, being an Avenger... But as Wasp? Wasp was STRONG!"

Grabbing hold of a piece of the bed, Janet eyed the shard of wood briefly before opening her mouth and biting into the lumber like it was bread, chewing it down and swallowing hard, she gave the room a look over and licked her lips. "Janet was only good for food, but I'm not Janet anymore, I'm the Wasp. And the Wasp NEED food... For her HIVE." Grabbing hold of another piece of debris, the Wasp devoured more food and fabric around her. Breathing hard and caught in the thrum of the pulse coursing through her body, Emma found herself joining in, eating whatever she could get her hands on. Wood, fabric, metal, stone, all of it was torn away and consumed as if it were candy. Unseen by the pair, the walls began to twist and crack, splintering and reforming into hexagonal shapes that now completely surrounded the pair of She-Hulks. With each bite of destroyed furniture, the two grew larger, stronger, more voluptuous with each bite.

With nothing left to eat, the two looked back at each other and purred with delight to see each other larger than when they started, colliding together in a slopping open mouth kiss that almost looked like they were wrestling, Janet gasped as they found they had become physically unable to continue. Both women stared at one another as though the opposite was their reflection and watched their lovely faces morph. Their eyes diluting into a full black with antennae sprouting above them. Their noses shrinking down to nothing while their gaping mouths swelled and split apart into jagged, toothy mandibles.

Their metamorphosis continued as their soft, mammalian skin grew harder, compacted with a chitin sheath coated with fine spines all along their new exoskeletons. Their hands and feet twisted into spurs, and from out of their shoulder-blades a pair of diaphanous wings sprung out from behind her back, Emma's blue-crystalline to match Wasp's green ones.

"We...are Wasps." Janet spoke without speaking.

"...Yes," Emma blankly replied.

"We have a hive."

"YES..."

"And wasps...have drones..."

Buzzing filled the hive like structure as green skinned Hulks pulled themselves free of the hexagonal shapes in the walls, gathering and surrounding the two women who looked on the horde of brutish insect men with wild arousal and hunger. Time blurred for the two as the swarm enveloped them, shoving two foot long cocks into pussies and asses over and over again. Emma was beside herself with orgasmic ecstasy as she felt her womb and bowels flooded with gamma enriched cum again and again. Not a drop of cum was wasted, and any that dripped out from the two women or was shout out of their bodies entirely were quick to be sipped up with their insect mouthparts until their bellies started to bloat from the excess.

She wanted to get lost in the sensation of it all, to drown in the Hive's nectar and sit immobile while grinding out litter after litter of little green winged Hulks. Flapping her new wings, she and Wasp flew up into the air with such intensity they broke through the roof of the hive and out into the open sky. Higher and higher they soared, until the blue sky gave way to a dark one. The buzzing had become too quite to hear from down before, and Emma looked down to see if her many lovers would follow... Only to gasp at the sight below her.

"JANET! LOOK!"

"Not... Janet... Wasp."

"STOP FUCKING AROUND YOU NYMPHOMANIACAL TART AND LOOK DOWN!"

Sneering back at the White Queen she was tangled up with, Wasp looked down and gasped in horror, instantly sobering up from the adrenaline and sexual high. There was their hive, towering all the way into the cloud banks like an arid mountain. But all around it, for miles in every direction, was a barren wasteland. No trees, no plants, no animals or water. Just barren desolation all around them.

"Wha... What IS this?"

"This," Emma said solemnly. "...is the final outcome."

Separating from each other and looking back at each other in shock as if seeing each other for the first time, Emma and Janet cradled their swollen middles as they looked around. "Is... Is this you?"

"No, I thought this was you, this is YOUR mind after all... But it all looks familiar." Very quickly feeling self conscious and ****, the two Wasp Hulks wondered what was going on, and why the pulsing in their blood was stronger than ever. Looking up, Janet gasped in confusion, pulling on Emma's arm to point up above them. "What... What the HELL is that?!"

It looked like a window, or a door, a rectangle of green light that pulsed with the same heartbeat that filled their ears and caused their bodies to quiver. Looking into it, the pair of She-Hulks shivered in horror as it was like staring into a gaping abyss, one filled with raw impulse and drive that **** the two women to clutch at their heads and close their eyes before screaming.

***

Gasping and looking up from where she was, Emma found herself in the awkward position of having her tongue and lips over a purple skinned pussy whos juices were dripping from her chin. Rolling onto her side, the woman sat up and scratched her fingers through her long hair, ignoring Betsy's protests to why she suddenly stopped. Looking to the masonry jar, Emma found the tiny Janet awake and just as scared as she was, pressing up against the glass before falling back to sleep on top of her swarm.

"Why... 'pant'... Why did you stop Emma?"

"I have to see Charles."

"What?"

"NOW!"