Three weeks later

Yawn

Johnathan's head bobbed with his eyes half shut. A dark void was quick to engulf his entire vision before suddenly... His eyes shot open.

He breathed out and slumped the side of his face against the palm of his hand as he rested against the table. Sleep had nearly overtaken him for the fourth time today, or was that most recent one his fifth? Sixth?

Meh, when you're this tired, one spontaneous and unprompted nap tends to seamlessly blend into the next. Not even English with Ms. Roberts could keep his gaze from shifting into the shadow realm, which was certainly a first. But reflecting on his nights as of yet, it's no surprise his mornings are filled with exhaustion. Not that he's been spending his nights with anything too productive. No, if anything, his recent nights could be classified as anything but productive.

Ms. Roberts turned around to write a string of words on the whiteboard; naturally, his eyes found themselves being drawn over to her nicely curved posterior.

Mmmhm...

Yes...

Yes, he's been a bit more aroused than usual as of late. It has been putting his mind through its own state of the mental tug of war. If he thought relieving his stress on a shapeshifting villain would appease his teenage libido and help push away any dark desires, then fucking hell was he wrong in more ways than one. Yeah, that day might have made shit worse in the long run. In the brief hour where he allowed himself the chance to go out and mentally manipulate such a woman without worrying about the guilt of the situation, everything fucking changed.

He had a piece.. a taste of what he could have, and that little moment has been kicking him ever since. After the appetizer that was Mystique, John had been craving more ever since, whether he wanted to or not.

And he definitely wanted to. For fucks sake, he fucking teased himself with something that he wanted deep down but couldn't have... Except, he could have it... All he had to do was let loose a bit and **** his powers.

Fuck!

It was a ****... A **** he could jump back into using at any goddamn moment. Sue, he still had the ankle monitor, but with the connection he established with agent Maria Hill, that never became an issue. It was easy to loop around the watching mechanical eyes latched to his ankle; all he needed to do was text the woman herself, ''#Turn off my monitor#'' and what seemed like seconds to at most a minute later, he'd hear a beep and watch as the device shut off.

An easy way to keep himself out of the dog house while also being able to flaunt his metal-based gift. And it also served as just something else to tease him into letting go of any morals. He had Maria wrapped around his thumb; she obeyed any order given through text as long as he prefaced it with the appropriate trigger. It wasn't something she's able to resist, or at least if she can, she hasn't displayed the ability to do so. Nope, it was as easy as, ''Do this'' and then... She proceeds to do it.

He has such power over one of the highest-ranking operatives of fucking SHIELD, and she has absolutely no idea she's, functionally, a living breathing puppet.

If he gave her the command to run around through the streets of New York naked, odds are, she'd go through with it. Now, he'd be an idiot to do such a thing and possibly expose the influence he has over her to the world, but that's not the point. It's the power, the fucking control he has over a woman that should be yards above him.

Shit like that is a ****... A **** he is slowly making him addicted. Jacking off has helped, but he's been doing it more than usual as of late, and, in all honesty, it's only a temporary fix. Briefly, after nutting, his traditional senses flow back in, and he can think straight without any inner voice tempting him. But then, after what seems like no more than an hour, his might is back on sex, and the cycle continues.

It is rather pathetic. Masturbating in his own bedroom when he could be ankle-deep in any woman at nearly any time. Though, it's not just any woman that gets him going anymore; sure, he's still fucking attracted to them. But... There's a reason he hasn't been on the popular porn sites in a while. It's impossible to find any honest superheroine material on there, and, after having Mystique serve as his personal and unaware bitch, he can't feasibly go back to a regular woman anytime soon.

All he's been beating it to has been the occasional sexy poses compilations he could find on the popular porn sights that are actuality legitimate; and some random clips or hot screenshots he could find online. He'd look at these regular images or clips of a heroine or villainess in the midst of battle, bending over or posing their bodies in their revealing outfits, and imagine they were mindlessly dancing to his mental beat. That he mentally enslaved them in the same way as Mystique and Maria currently were.

And yeah... If anything, beating off while letting his imagination run wild only served to edge him on further. Sooner or later, he'd run out of superheroine footage to jack off too, and then what?

Fuck...

Teenage hormones are a bitch and a half to deal with...

Speaking of bitches...

He lingered his eyes on Ms. Roberts. She wore what on the surface could be described as an average teaching attire. But the fact she had her black jacket open and four of the buttons on her white business blouse undone to the point where her red lace bra, which contained two sizable breasts, was revealed. Lace stockings lined her legs up to her upper thigh, which was covered by a skirt one size too short; and, she was also pantyless.

How did he know that? Well, he might have had a hand in her attire. As well as why no one else in the class batted an eye at the way Ms. Roberts flaunted herself around the room in a much too sexual way.

Everyone was working on a paper in class, and whenever one was to ask for help, Ms. Roberts would sway her hips over with a sultry look and bent at the waist to check the student's work at a 90° angle. The short skirt would flash her fully round cheeks along with her uncovered pussy to anyone who glances her way, and the lucky student would have two milky mounds spilling out in their face.

The funniest bit, and what made John feel high on power, was how no one fucking cared. Not the girls who would protest against such a blatant sign of overtly sexual objectification. And not the guys who would kill to see Ms. Roberts, or any woman close to her level of beauty, do half the shit she's doing. No one cared when their hot teacher rubbed her ass against their shoulder or sat her fat and warm ass against the table to lean over and mash her cleavage into their face.

But Jonathan certainly did. He was the only one in the room enjoying the show, you know, when he was awake, that is. He'd give her a slap on the ass, reach out to squeeze her breast, and occasionally call her over so that he can stand up and make out with her. It didn't matter that she was his teacher and fucking engaged. She didn't object, so why the fuck should he?

Now, fucking around with his entire class went against his morals... But, the more and more he used his powers, the less he began to care; it was as if he never truly realized the extent of what he could do. And his father had preached about using his gift only for good.. Which... Well... He's not using his power for evil. No one's being tormented. Hell, they don't even notice anything's wrong.

Just a few days ago, he saw a couple arguing on the street, so he took the liberty of fixing their relationship, and a few minutes later, they were heading somewhere private for a bit of fun.

That was him doing a good deed, so.. So he's not a bad guy. He was just making his life more enjoyable, and there wasn't anything really wrong with that.

Right?

"That is time." Ms. Roberts said. She stood before the class with her arms crossed below her breasts as she nearly hefted her tits up and over the bra, she wore without realizing it. "I gave you all an extra ten minutes since some of you were having trouble."

Just then, the bell rang. And everyone immediately started to fumble with their bags.

"Now, hold on, I didn't dismiss you all." The teacher said hopelessly to the young adults who wanted nothing more than to leave for their respective homes. "Tomorrow, we will be taking a test covering the last six chapters of our reading. Make sure you are prepared." She raised her voice and received a few absent utterances of acknowledgment. The woman sighed as the students began to talk amongst themselves and file out of the room.

Everyone left their papers on their respective desks, and Ms. Roberts walked over to each empty table to retrieve their work. She was quick to notice John's lingering presence when she approached his desk.

"Oh, Johnathan. Would you like to talk to me?" She tilted her head, showing a sign of curiosity.

John shook his head in a dismissive response. Instead, he reached out a hand to cup her ass.

''Any acts you would instantly object to will be accepted if Jonathan is the one to commit the deed.''

He smiled.

It was a simple yet effective command that covered nearly all of his bases. He could sleep in class, laugh, make a ruckus, blatantly cheat, be butt ass naked, or overtly perverted; it didn't fucking matter. If she would object, then she will ignore it if John is to blame.

The hard part was ingraining commands into everyone else in the class. John can only speak into one mind at a time, so inserting the order ''Do not notice anything unordinary.'' into everyone did take a while.

But alas, the fruits of his labor displayed itself wonderfully.

Ms. Roberts hand reached out and picked up his paper, and she raised her eyebrows. "This looks great! I'm impressed. Once again, you've got yourself another perfect score. Keep up the good work."

It was quite the sight to see her react so pleasantly towards his, quite literally, empty sheet of paper. ''Everything John hands in is perfect in every way.'' Was the only command needed to make his grade point average skyrocket in all of his classes.

"If you need me, I'll be at my desk for the next few minutes." She walked away, slipping his hand out from between her warm ass cheeks.

He held onto her skirt for a few seconds before her forward momentum slipped the fabric away from his grasp.

Well, he had his fun, sleeping, and openly stroking in the middle of class. But it's about that time again to head out. He left the class with a wave and noticed Ms. Roberts jot down an ''A'' on the top left-hand corner of his empty sheet.

The halls were full of teens milling about and noisily chatting with their friends. All the racket and unnecessary sounds sometimes made him wish he had a voice of his own so he could tell them all to shut up. Of course, nothing is stopping him from entering all of their minds and forcing them to quiet down, but alas, doing that one by one wouldn't be worth the time and effort.

John silently yawned again as he turned down another hall and pulled out his phone. He tapped open his messages and switched to Maria's page. The fact that he has a top-ranking SHIELD agent's personal number on standby will never fail to amuse him.

''#Show me what you are wearing right now, make the image very sexual.#''

No less than thirty seconds later did his phone buzz, and in response to his text, he received not a typed out reply but an image.

Holy shit, this woman is fucking hot! The tent in his pants would agree.

It was a picture of Maria resting against a table, with glasses adorned on her perfect fact and one arm tucked under her breasts. She wore a pink sports bra and leaned forward to mash her tits against her arm. The camera angle shot down her top, showing her hugely amplified bronzed-skinned cleavage, along with her inner chest and the inside of her sports bra. Her faced formed into a coy smile, and her short hair was a random spiky mess. Some strands of hair that batted against her forehead appeared to be stuck to the sheen of sweat that coated her whole body; the light of the room bounced across her natural and sweat smeared curves. It was amazing how such a simple pose could entrap his urges in the same way the light was entrapped and turned into a dark shadow between the deep cleavage she revealed to the camera.

''#Tell me where you are right now, and you are doing.#"

His phone buzzed.

''I am at the Northside Gym. Undercover following lead provided by a reliable source.

She was obeying his orders while on a mission tailing some subject? Oh, shit, that just makes this twice as hot; she has no idea the control he has over her. Fuck.. He could tell her right now to stand up and blow her cover by shouting out her motives or some shit, and she'd fucking do it!

John took a deep breath and had to look away from the phone before he got himself lost in the school's maze like hallways.

He had to turn around, having gone the wrong way when his monkey brain was preoccupied appreciating Maria's womanly figure. And a few seconds later, he heard a slight buzzing sound near the right side of his face; naturally, his hand rose up to swat at the would-be bug. But the only thing that grazed his hand was air, followed by more air after another failed swing. After trying one more time to swat away the source of the buzzing sound, he gave up and kept heading forward.

A bug would leave him alone eventually... Which was why when he felt a solid weight on the top of his head, he had many questions, with only a few of them being pleasant. What fucking bug was this persistent? It was literally sitting on his head.

Slowly, John raised his hand and prepared to slam down with a sudden **** to catch the bitch off guard. After a few seconds of preparation, he slammed his hand down and was surprised to feel his hand being pushed back by a tiny **** that was stronger than his arm muscles.

"Hey chill out! I learned sign language just to talk to you, and this is the thanks I get?!" A tiny and distinctly feminine voice chirped. His hand was abruptly launched away from his own head and slammed against his side. "You know bugs are more scared of you than you are of them."

John blinked and flicked his eyes around the room. Just in time to see a tiny, very tiny woman clad in a yellow and black dress with a corset holding up her ample but still small breasts together, forming a tight cleavage. She leaned forward, making her cleavage dip towards him and providing a lovely view down her miniature top.

"Just be happy I'm not a bee, or you'd have been stung by now." She tsked and wagged a miniature finger. Her voice was fiery and full of positive emotion as she said. "And if you're wondering, I'm a wasp, well, no, not a wasp The Wasp!" The buzzing sound persisted as she flew over and sat on his shoulder. "You wanna head out to somewhere more private, so we can have a chat?"

"Okay, sport, you're gonna have to slow down for me." In a relaxed and laid-back manner, Wasp had one arm draped across the backside of the park bench. John could physically feel the weight of her eyes center on his hands as he communicated on her; when comparing her to the other heroes he's encountered lately, she is less versed in interpreting sign language. Certain sentences he had to repeat up to three times for her to understand him. But she is giving a valiant effort.

It was just a bit.. A bit awkward would be the appropriate word.

Here he is, sitting in a park having a casual discussion with an avenger; admittedly not one of the more well-known ones, but she's an avenger through and through. Every passerby had to do a double-take; some even triple checked that their eyes were functioning properly. And she wasn't undercover or anything; this chick was fully decked out in her black and yellow corset dress. Two yellow transparent wings were tucked into the backside of her suit, which clutched onto her upper backbone. It was as if she wanted to stand out against the park's general green atmosphere. Her brunette hair was short and spiked upwards on the back of her head, with four short spiky blade-like strands draping across her forehead. And if the two bright and extending yellow antenna-like earpad covering devices on the sides of her head weren't enough of a distraction, she had a beautifully short face with ocean-blue eyes and soft light red lips that made literally any straight blooded male in the area turn a passing glance. That's assuming the rest of her body, from her slender build with two busty pair of breasts being entrapped by a bee patterned corset to her toned legs lined with black skintight latex and two yellow boots, weren't enough of a distraction.

With this chick's attention, so focused on his hands, where was he supposed to look; this obviously wasn't a face to face conversation. That could be managed if both parties were comfortable with sign language. But it was clearly apparent the Wasp was stepping in uncharted waters. Should he look at her yellow-gloved hands? Or maybe his eyes could wander towards her chest. It was nice how much cleavage she inadvertently displayed as she adjusted her shoulders forward to study his hands. The natural light bounced off the curved form of her milky mounds creating a pleasing sight.

"Uhh..." She licked her lips, a slight blush formed on her cute face. "Okay, okay! Do that one again, one more time." Now her eyes went up to meet John's own, and she was quick to add. "I'm seriously new to this; cut me some slack. I had less than a week to learn a new language, so I'm trying my best."

Becoming frustrated with this woman must be nigh impossible; she came off as too fucking friendly. And she even appears to be around his age, unlike with the other women who might have been in their early thirties or late twenties at the least. The Wasp looked and acted like a woman in her early twenties. Maybe that was a factor in adding to his awkwardness? Perhaps. Fuck, she had a body of a developed young woman, but the mind and mannerism of a youthful and kindhearted soul.

''You're doing good,'' John responded slowly with his hands.

It took her a few seconds to react as her blue eyes scanned his hands, but she flashed a pleasant smile. "Thanks!! I hope I'm not stumbling around too much. It was either me or the big mean Black Widow. So I thought you'd want to talk to someone who actually had a heart."

That those words took John by surprise, did she have a thing against the woman, who thanks to Maria, he knew as Natasha, as well? Because his first encounter with the woman was... Damn! She's hot, but damn! She's a bitch.

Fortunately, Wasp was quick to clear away any confusion. "And I don't mean that in a bad way! She's totally a great person. But she's just very very very very very verrry distrusting. To, like... Everyone really. Anyone she doesn't already trust."

''I gathered that.'' He admitted. The Black Widow was an avenger for a reason; it's not like she's a bad person, but fuck, her personality or attitude towards him just came off as bitchy from the getgo.

"You gathered..." The Wasp mumbled aloud as she read his hands. "Yeah.. Yeah, that's the gist haha," Her minor chuckling feat had her breasts jiggling slightly within her corset top. "But we all love her and her cranky self. Someone has to be the tough one! And.. Anyway! Do you want to get rid of that bad boy?"

She leaned down and tilted her head. The line of sight from her eyes pointed directly to his ankle, and her yellow bug-like wings slightly buzzed against her back as she spoke.

Fuck. Was the woman trying to tease him? Her ample breasts leaned down with her and squeezed against her legs as she spoke down to his feet. God damn, those mounds looked so juicy and full of fucking milk.

Or maybe he was just thirsty? When's the last time he's had water.

Or milk for that matter?

"You've had that for three weeks now; I bet you'd kill to have it off, huh?"

John looked towards her in silence, obviously to admire her toned and well-shaped womanly figure in her flashy and bright skin-hugging suit. But also to ponder her words. She has no idea his last two weeks were spent doing everything but avoiding his powers. He had Maria shut that fucker off every other hour, and she'd do so without a second thought.

From the perspective of everyone monitoring him, he has been neglecting his gift for over fourteen days now. In reality, all this monitor has been doing is preventing him from cleaning his ankle while he showers and making his leg feel slightly heavier as he walks. A minor inconvenience at best.

They all think he's been a good boy, which... Well... That isn't wrong... He hasn't been bad, per se. So good is the only alternative, right? He's been a good boy, and Natasha must be stewing in her seat, believing she was wrong about him abusing his powers.

John blinked upon feeling the weight of her gaze shift up to his eyes then down to his hands.

She was awaiting a response.

''Yes. This thing sucks."

That prompted a chuckle. "I bet... Well," She tapped the side of her head, and her entire body was immediately enveloped in a transparent yellow hue. The woman before him began to shimmer and shrink rather instantaneously. "Let me get this thing off you!" Her voice chimed with a light chippy buzz. Two tiny wings fluttered behind her back as she maneuvered herself to behind the ankle monitor on his leg.

That's when he heard.

*Beep* *Beep* *Boop* *Beep-Beep* *Boop* *Beep*

Hiss

The device broke apart with a mechanical sigh, and it cluttered down to the grass-covered ground.

"There we go!" The Wasp said. She flew up to the chair and retook her seat.

John crossed one leg over the other; his ankle finally had the chance to breathe, and boy fuck did he not realize how much he needed air. His hands absently massaged the area just above his foot while Wasp flashed back up to her full height.

"While you do that, I should tell you. One," She eyed John as he caressed the portion of his ankle that was in need of attention. "These function as psychic dampeners." John looked up to see that she was mentioning the earpad antenna things she wore on both sides of her head. "Not that I think you'll try anything, but for, you know, safety."

That's not someone he could reasonably argue against; for fucks sake, he would have possibly made an attempt to speak into her mind if the monitor wasn't activated at the time.

"And," She continued speaking. "We've scheduled for you to meet with a known and respected telepath. Someone who could definitely tell us if you are trustworthy."

Oh wow, that sounds cool and... What what the fuck?

A known and respected telepath? Like, someone who could read his mind and shit? Oh, oh... Oh.... That's not good. That's the shit his father had warned him about. Using his powers for selfish means is bound to bite him in the arse, and here's the fucking proof. All that's needed is for a telepath to check in and see how he's been toying with Maria's mind, fucking around the ankle monitor's sensors, and mind-controlling his entire class, to see that he can't be trusted.

Fuck

The Wasp must've noticed his negative feelings towards that information since she frowned and gave him a sympathetic look. "Hey. I know it's going to be a bit awkward, or you'll feel like your having your privacy breached. But think about it from our point of view, we need to keep as many people safe as humanly possible. And that means we have to be a hundred percent sure we can let you run around unmonitored. Having a telepath look around your head for just a few seconds is the easiest way to go about this."

She had no idea how much shit he'd be in once someone gets a peek into his mind.

"But I know you'll be fine! I trust you." Her cute features shifted into a smile, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. That action had a nice effect of emphasizing her cleavage by squeezing together the package restrained by a corset.

Well, she shouldn't trust him. That's for sure.

Is there any way he could get out of this? Could Maria pull some strings?

Maybe he could...

Just then, there was an explosion.

"Are you serious?" The Wasp complained as she stood at the entrance of the park with her hands on her hips. "This always happens when I just want to chill out."

Right behind her stood Johnathan, who was struggling with what to pay more attention to; her ass or the action going on across the street. They both were quite interesting, focusing on the ass, he couldn't really see her two rear cheeks, only the slightest bump of her butt against the bottom of her dress. But with the skintight latex clutching onto her legs and thighs, he could make out just how thick her leg meat was, and as it leads up, obviously that must mean her behind is packing a nice set of pillows that he just can't see.

But speaking of what's going on across the street. Well, he honestly isn't too sure. There was an explosion, and people running, an empty car got thrown, followed by sand. Lots of sand and.. Oh shit, shit, that's a lot of sand. Fuck why is there... Why is there so much god damn sand!? Holy shit!

"Sandman?" The Wasp sounded just as surprised to see such a large amount of sand. "What the... Okay that's new." She admitted, "But I kept the suit on for a reason." With a cocked him and bent knees, she prepared to fly into the air but was stopped by John grabbing her right hand. "Hmm?" She turned her head back to look him over.

Her blue eyes bored into him. She was just too fucking cute; her expression alone nearly had him lose his train of thought.

Nearly.

''Let me help.''

"Let.. You... Help?" She cocked her head and flicked away a strand of brunette hair. "Did I read that, right?"

John nodded. If he could assist her in taking down a baddie, he might not even need to go through that whole mind-reading test.

"Oh... Oh, Oh..." She blinked. Then blinked again. Opened her mouth. Closed it. Then blinked one more time. "Whuh- N- No! You're going to get hurt."

''Please, I want to prove to them that I can help.''

Wasp had to look at his hands closely to interpret his motions correctly.

"I can't let you get hurt, or worse."

''Please. It will help people be able to trust me."

"Uh... Hmmm..." She frowned and mulled over her own thoughts. "I mean..."

KABOOM

Both of them jumped. With Wasp having her tits jiggle rhythmically within her corset from the sudden reaction.

"Nope! Not happening!" She flew into the air and grabbed John by the arms. "Stay here!"

Janet flew a few blocks into the city and hid beside a curve in the road, behind a building. She peeked around, and sure enough, there was a man with a green striped shirt and dark red cargo pants carrying what looked to be an entire bank in his massive hands composed of sand.

"Robbing a bank is so old school," She muttered to herself. "Who needs to rob a bank when you can rob the bank.. Oh, oh, that's a good one!" She gave herself a metaphorical pat on the back before frowning from a serious expression on her face. "Alright, time to go out before I forget that quip."

John watched from a few blocks away as the Wasp crunched her legs. For a brief second, he could see the underside of her round latex coated ass before she extended her wings and flew out to confront the sand composed man.

He had followed her because, of course, he had. Not only did he want to catch the action, but also if he could assist in taking this down, they would be **** to trust him.

"Hey there, Mr. Sand man guy!" She shouted with her hands on her hips. "Is this the start of a new trend for bank robbing?"

"What?" His grave voice boomed as he turned around, the building still held above his head.

"I guess robbing a bake is soooo old school, huh? I mean who needs to rob a bank when you can rob the- OOOOAFFFFF!!!" She was stopped mid-speech with a sandy punch to the gut that came from the Sandman's stomach. Her body flew back and crashed into a building so hard John could feel the whoosh of air pass by him. Cement bricks and debris crashed down onto her, to the point where only her yellow coated boots could be seen.

Shit, that looked like it hurt.

"Shit, that hurt..." Wasp confirmed his theory by verbally groaning in pain. She stuck a gloved hand out and pulled her head from the rubble. A couple of scrapes and bruises lined her body, but she appeared otherwise unfazed by the attack that would have certainly killed John if that were him. "Alright..." Stepping out from the rubble and popping cracks in her back, her wings fluttered, and she buzzed into the air. "I thought this was going to be a quip heavy fight, but I shouldn't have assumed. That's on me."

"Gah! I hate bugs!" The Sandman created four more hands from both sides of his body. His hands formed into two hammers and two spiked maces.

"What!? You hate bugs? Come on!" The Wasp shrank, just as the Sandman shot forward his pointed mace towards the spot she was flying. She buzzed to the side of him, returned back to average high, and blasted him with a yellow beam from her clenched fists.

The blast collided with his face and caused him to stagger back.

"Come on.. Come on..." She breathed. The beam grew larger and larger as she pummeled his face with the attack. "Just drop the building for me, can you do that? Please?"

"You bugs are all the same!" His four extra arms all shifted into large fly swatters; they swung towards Wasp, causing her to retreat and cease her barrage of attacks. She dodged the first and second swings, but the third one caught her by the foot just as she attempted to shrink; the contact caused her to spin out in the air, which left her unable to avoid the forth swing. The attack hit her tiny body head-on, and she was rocketed back; her miniature form crashed through the windows of a building and out the other end, causing her to topple back into the street, where she landed right next to John's hiding spot.

"How the hell does Spider-Man deal with this guy..." She shook her head and staggered up to her knees. Her knees shook as she rose up to tap the side of her head; sand proceeded to pour out. "Man, it got in my boot too.." Rather suddenly, her back stiffened, and she turned to spot John, who, at this point, had gotten so invested in watching the fight that he had spaced out and forgot he was actually in the general vicinity of the action.

She blinked in surprise upon seeing him and opened her mouth.

Before John could fumble his hands around to explain his presence, the Sandman approached; he grew in height and proceeded to tower over the two.

"Wherever I go, you annoying bastards always follow." His face contorted into a smirk. "Well, I ain't about to let you slink away like you bugs always do."

"Oh really? Do you like me that much..." Wasp paused mid-sentence and blinked towards John. Her eyes widened in realization as the man's shadow engulfed them.

Sandman brought out two fists from his sides and cracked them together. As he did that, Wasp dived towards John and tackled him into a bear hug. The feeling of her breasts mashing against his chest nearly had his head ringing chimes of joy. But what happened next was what really made his brain shut off.

The Wasp began to grow.

And grow.

And grow and grow and... You get the picture. She went from average size to over twenty feet tall in no more than a second. All while she held John, clutched to her chest. Her breasts expanded around him, an act that could have suffocated him in two massive and milk-filled pillows of ****; if she didn't pull him away from her chest by the time, she finished growing.

"Alright!" Her voice boomed. "Now who's going to be squishing who?"

"The fuck?" Sandman said in shock before he frowned and clenched his extra fists. "A big bug is still a fucking bug!" He shouted and tossed aside the entire building he was holding up. The sand around him began to grow, and he too towered up to a height that rivaled Wasp's new form.

"Oh. wowww...." She muttered, "I didn't know you could do that."

"Yeah same for you." He admitted with a shrug right before he punched her in the chest. Was he aiming there on purpose?

Wasp staggered back, being careful not to crash into any stationed vehicles or cowering civilians. She held John encased in a clenched fist to prevent him from slipping out and raised her hand to put him on her shoulder.

"This is why I didn't want you here. Just hide in my hair or something. I'll find a place to drop you offfffAahh! Come on, man! Geeze," She dodged another punch and raised her own fist to fire off a massive yellow beam. "Let a girl talk every once and awhile."

Okay. Things went from zero to sixteen, to a thirty, and is now resting at a hundred. Is this the shit he gets into when messing with the hero crowd? How the fuck is he supposed to react here?

A massive fist of sand sored through the air towards Wasp. Her wings erected and fluttered as she shifted to the right to dodge it. The movement nearly sent John off her shoulder, which was enough of a warning to take hold of her hair as she suggested. He grabbed onto her just in time, too, because she quickly (or as quickly as she could, giving her height) ducked before jumping up to deliver a roundhouse kick to the Sandman's face.

"The fuc-" She breathed as her foot seemed to shift through the sand instead of harm him. The sand then solidified and held of her foot; Sandman produced two more arms to take hold of her limb, and a second later, her whole body, 20 plus feet and all, was being pulled to the point where she was flung to the side.

"Oaahhffff!!" She gasped. A loud crack and a boom echoed, followed by the entire building toppling down by the massive costumed woman that had just crashed into it.

"Stay down, pest!" Was Sandman's only warning before a ton of sand in the shape of a hammer came crashing down.

Wasp caught the attack with both of her hands and struggled against the surprising muscle behind a being consisting entirely of sand. "Aww l- look at you." From his position on her shoulder, John could make out the muscles she was hiding behind her slim build. Her entire body was flexing to prevent this mass from crushing them both. "You're mixing up your vocabulary. That's nice..."

Hmm. She's awfully close to the ground... Maybe he could jump down from her shoulder and.. And... Nevermind, that's still a far jump; he'd definitely break more than a few bones doing that.

"What words are you gonna whip out next?" Wasp grunted as she let down one hand and held up the Sandman's attack with one arm; her other arm pointed a fist forward, and she blasted an energy bolt towards Sandman's knee. "Insect? Vermin? Or are bug and pest your limit?"

The Sandman staggered down as his knee deformed, and Wasp drove away his hammer-shaped hand. She stood tall over him and pointed both of her clenched fists toward his kneeling figure.

John took a few hesitant steps forward. His feet patted against her bare shoulder, and he glanced down to get a look at what was happening for himself. That's when, despite the danger of the situation, he grew an almost instant boner. The sight he saw nearly caused his legs to give out; it was quite the fucking sight. The intent when he looked down over her shoulder was to see what the hell was going on down there, but instead, what he saw was massive, like.. Fucking massive vast shadow ridden cavern of cleavage contained a corset.

"Now stay down." She said. Taking a step forward. The simple action caused literal ripples to jiggle across her life-crushing pair of tits. His mouth was nearly watering; this sight was something he couldn't forget. If he wasn't scared of falling off, he'd use both hands to take a photo. But instead, all he could do was take mental image after mental image... Though, falling off into that... Wouldn't be such a shit way to die, right? Crushed by two heavenly and milk-filled pair of tits.

Fuck, even when she wasn't doing anything, her heavy breathing made the two continents sized mounds below him rise and fall like a timed wave.

Sandman spat out sand from his mouth. "As if I'd listen to you." Then he released a blast of sand from his arm that nearly caught Wasp in the face. She swerved to the right, just in time to dodge another blow.

"It was worth a shot!" Left, right, down, up. The giant woman was flying all over the place while Sandman was regaining his footing. She spotted him about to stand up again. "Oooh no you don't!" She shot a yellow bolt towards his other knee, causing him to stagger down. As he fell, she closed in, crouched down before him, buzzed her wings, and delivered an uppercut punch directly to his chin with a clenched powered up fist.

But instead of him recoiling from the close-up attack, her fists passed through the sand, and her action was rewarded with a punch to the gut.

Okay, yeah, this is too much. He had to get somewhere safer, or he's primed to fall off somewhere and go splat. Or bounce if he fell forwards and onto her tits. That recent blow from the sand guy here nearly staggered him away if it weren't for the hold he had on Wasp's brunette hair.

John looked up at her beautifully soft and round face from his position on her shoulder; while she breathed heavily. Her blue eyes were glued onto her opponent. His gaze shifted to the earpad antenna that clutched over her ears. That looked like the perfect place to hide.

Just then, few stray particles of sand buffeted against him and nearly had him lose his grip on her hair. Okay, yes! It's time to go up. John grabbed her hair with both hands and proceeded to climb upwards; he heaved his small.. Or, average-sized body in all actuality, up the back of her head.

It was challenging and took him longer than he anticipated, but despite the constant moving coming from this giant woman, he managed to slip behind her earpads and shift into a vary fucking dark pocket in her ear.

John pulled his legs up and rolled over to rest his head against the cushion from the earpad. He breathed out a loud much-needed sigh of relief. Note to self, don't get included in shit that doesn't involve him.

Janet stiffened; she felt strange breathing arise from directly against or even in her right ear canal. But before she could consider it, she had to tuck her body down and lift up into the air to avoid a barrage of sand.

Now that he can lay back and think. He has the chance to properly reflect on all the shit that has gone down. The day started off with him sleeping through class; he got a personalized sexy photo from a top-ranking SHIELD agent and met a fiery avenger who he is now in the ear off as she is extremely massive fighting a guy made of sand.

All this because he needed to have his ankle monitor removed and...

John nearly stood up as the realization hit him. He was in the warm, dark cavern that was the Wasps ear... He was basically inside her and behind the only thing that protected her from his ability to control her.

This gave him flashbacks to three weeks ago; the situations were honestly similar... Both heroes were too distracted with their fights to remember to keep themselves protected from his mind speaking ability. So... So if he jumped on the opportunity then, why should he not jump on it now?

He gulped. And closed his eyes.

''You adore John. He is like... He is like a little brother to you. You absolutely love him and are extremely affectionate.'' John stopped to think about the many times she has inadvertently teased him and gained an extra idea. ''Whenever you think John isn't looking, you will tease him by displaying your assets towards him. You are secretly an exhibitionist, ESPECIALLY towards John. Though you will never notice his looks, and feel the need to tease him more and more until you notice his glance, but you will never catch his eyes on you, despite how apparent he is.''

Alright. That should do it.. He should be able to stare as much as his heart desires, and maybe get a feel in every... Oh wait.

''If John ever touches you in a manner you would naturally deem to be sexual, you will instead see it as affectionate, just someone you see as a younger brother, showing his love for his sister. You will not make a large deal about it and may even reciprocate his kindness by touching him in return.''

That should cover his basis.

He breathed out another sigh and relaxed in his new position. Being here, he could control her into doing nearly anything...

Janet was having trouble dealing with this guy. She couldn't understand how Spider-Man fought him on the regular because this was getting ridiculous. Every attack she made on him was brushed aside or passed through him, and all this god damn sand was soiling her suit. She had just washed it this morning!

All she could do was dodge and retaliate with her own stingers, but while they did phase him, it wasn't successful enough to keep the guy down.

Honestly, she was getting stressed enough that she just had to bring her hands up and scratch her nipples. She tried to scratch them through the corset, but her efforts were better rewarded when she stuck a hand down her top and itched her erect nipple directly.

But almost as suddenly as she had that sudden urge to scratch, it went away. Instead, she reached out her hand and proceeded to slap her ass as hard as she could manage a few times; she let her hand rest and feel up the ripples of her jiggling backside. Then she remembered something and decided to glance down at her own breasts and spit inside her cleavage. Her hands rose up to clench either side of her breasts so she could squeeze her tits together and mash the saliva between them. But the Sandman had snapped out of his confused look and sent another shot of sand her way. She sighed and spun in the air to avoid the attack and retaliated with her blast from her stingers.

She'd have to mix in her spit between her tits later. What a shame, she usually covered her's breasts in spit every hour, but things got in the way. And with the way things were playing out here, she'd be stuck in this area for another hour if she can't find a way to stop this sand guy.

At least he wouldn't be taking that bank away with him as long as she's here.

"You know I can do this all day, right?" Janet said with a smirk as she leaned back and sat her ass on the top of a building.

"Yeah you bugs are all the same." Sandman cracked his... Sand... Knuckles? Together and stepped towards her.

Janet rolled her eyes and prepared to jump away. When she felt a single drop of rain plop against the tip of her nose, then another fell and dripped right against the side of her cleavage. The following drop fell directly between her breasts, followed by many more than began to coat her entire body.

She frowned. Not that she disliked the water, if anything it helped given her current foe was made up of sand, but it was forecasted to be mostly sunny with no chance of rain this morning. So this abrupt rainfall made her question how...

Oh...

Over the top of a far off building, Janet made out the distinct figure of a floating woman, draped out in a black flowing dress that clung to her body and flowed in the wind. Her eyes glowed white in the same shade as her snow-white hair, and as she approached, the sky grew multiple shades darker.

"How is it raining!? Oh, Oh.. Shit..." Sandman glanced behind him and saw the same person Janet spotted.

Storm was here, and she was bringing along a surprise shower of rain.

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