"Care for my helmet? At least you should be the one better protected since I apparently can be quick with reflexes and can keep myself from being hurt.", Peter suggested as she took his helmet and placed it on her head. "Why, thank you, Peter...", Jean smiled.
Peter glanced at Jasmine who purred, sitting excitedly as she turned around to look forward, and Peter then set on his pedals, "Ready, Jean?".
Jean hugged him around his waist, "Yes, ready.", and Peter then set out, with Jean asking softly, "Can I send you directions via telepathy as it will be quite noisy and busy soon on the streets beyond the Ravine?".
"Sure, I'll take whatever helps the easiest.", Peter said as the two of them headed off with Jasmine properly secured in the front. After riding around the city for a bit, and thanks to good directions, Peter soon pulled his bike up front to a fairly rundown looking warehouse, "Surprised the city hasn't torn this place down and replaced it.".
"Guessing that whoever is trying to buy it still hasn't thought of what to replace it with yet. Still perfect place for you to try out some things without attracting any attention.", Jean said as she got off the bike.
Jasmine mewed, pointing to the back of the warehouse, and Jean nodded, "Yeah, let's check the loading dock doors and hide that bike.", and Peter nodded, "Okay.", as they headed to the side of the warehouse, glad that the greenery and wild nature is hiding half of the warehouse, and got to one of the loading dock doors, almost fully closed.
Jean nodded, "Let's start with this. This is a heavy door of sorts, and I doubt the automatic chains for this door works anymore.", and Peter blinked, "You mean, you want me to open it up?".
"You somehow got yourself, a bike, a cat up over a speeding car, hmm?", Jean replied, and Jasmine meowed, and Jean nodded, "She said that if you think about it, all of that was the equivalent of a washing machine in a way.".
"I guess so...", Peter whispered as he took a deep breath. "Okay then... can't hurt to try...". He walked up to the heavy door and glanced around for a moment before finding an area he could wrap his hands around to open it, "Alright... I think I got a grip on something..."
"If you think you've got a firm handle on it, then open it up.", Jean smiled as Peter took a deep breath and started lifting.
Jean and Jasmine stared in awe and admiration, seeing the wiry, strong muscles through his firm long-sleeved shirt and pants as he lifted it easily like he was lifting a pair of dumbbells. Jean realized that with practice and natural instinct, Peter would be on par with Gwen in super strength levels, maybe even stronger with the help of webs.
"Holy shit!", Peter couldn't help but exclaim when he managed to open the door, especially with how easy it had been for him. It almost felt like lifting a small box in a way.
"Wow... that looked easy...", Jean said as Peter nodded. "Barely felt any resistance to that...", he chuckled. "After you.", he motioned for her to walk in ahead of him.
Jasmine mewed, and Peter chuckled, grabbing the bike, rolling it in, and leaned it against the wall as Jasmine leaped into a small tower of pallets, and Peter closed the door down gently, focusing on his strength.
Jean then glanced around, "Very big and clear enough for some power demonstration and practice. Let's start with laps. See how you can handle endurance.".
Peter chuckled, "I could barely get two laps around the gym before...", and Jasmine mewed, and Jean smirked, "Wanna make that bet interesting?", looking at Jasmine, and she purred, meowing.
"Okay, I'll bite. What bet?", Peter asked, and Jean smiled, "If you lap around the length of this place for five minutes, you get a treat for your eyes, and whatever you want for your treat, I or Jasmine, in her solid human soul, could do it. After all, you got a couple of beautiful girls here, tiger.", with a flirty smile.
That's more or less of what Jasmine said, along with saying that they have to help him believe that he's worthy of their attention.
Peter nearly lost his breath there hearing that offer. Just the sheer fact that Jean was willing to go so far to say something along those lines, and she had to know that it left Peter open to suggest practically anything.
"Is that a deal?", Jean asked as Peter nodded. "Yeah... yeah it is...", he said.
"Alright then... get ready and I'll time you.", Jean informed; she felt fairly sure that Peter would easily make one lap in probably a minute but still, at the moment, this was running experiments with his new body and not every question had been answered already upon first sight.
Just because he certainly had the body now, didn't exactly mean that he could have the stamina to easily run many laps without having to stop.
She knew that before today, in the gym, Peter barely managed two full laps in five minutes, and now...well, they're finding out.
Jasmine meowed, and Jean chuckled, "Don't worry, after the five minutes is done, I'll bring you out, Jasmine. Let's see how many laps our Peter can run in five minutes, shall we?", with a grin as she timed her phone.
Peter stood at a corner of the warehouse, glancing at Jean who looked at the phone, "Three, two, one, go!", and Peter began to run.
Peter moved fairly fast, obviously not trying to exert himself right from the start and trying to run as fast as he could, he wasn't extremely intelligent for no reason after all. The speed he was having was a fairly strong pace that would work well for an endurance rather than a sprint.
After what felt like almost a minute, he found himself already right back where he started, confident that he at least just did a full lap under 60 seconds.
"So far, so good...", Jean said in a low tone that only she and Jasmine could hear as Peter kept running. "Certainly looks like his stamina's been greatly improved.".
Jasmine nodded, meowing, saying, "You said that the gym is like a mile if everybody took 20 laps...This warehouse is like 1/3 bigger than the gym.".
"At the rate he's going, he should basically be getting a good mile in a few minutes if he picks up the pace just a bit.", Jean said as she kept watching. "Doing great, Peter!", she called out as Peter nodded when he glanced over to her and started to move a bit faster now that he started to know that his body was able to go much further than he previously knew.
Jasmine replied to Jean, "And to think he kept up really good on the bike on the way to the park, and to here as well. Definitely excellent stamina.". Jean nodded, "Yes, I saw his memory of it. He certainly didn't have problems breathing or such on the bike. I now see another issue he had before of struggling to keep up with.", with a glance at Peter, "As you were the only one girl technically who has been in his room before us...".
Jasmine was practically blushing upon hearing that, "Don't let Peter know or hear you saying that. He might die of embarrassment. Actually, I'm honestly surprised he didn't when he remembered that you and Gwen were in his room before he had fully 'blossomed'.".
Jean exhaled, and whispered, "I read that part of his memory too, and turns out that he was afraid and ashamed of us pitying him and all.", and Jasmine blinked in surprise before exhaling, "He never, ever invited a girl to his bedroom ever since he supposedly started puberty when he was 13...I think with his lack of stamina before, he wouldn't be able to keep up with a girl in the sense of making out and...other things...".
"That makes so much sense when Gwen told me that in the few times where she did homework with Peter, it was usually on his kitchen table or living room...", Jean whispered softly, and Jasmine nodded, "Yes, it was like he was relieved to have a friend to work with on homework those few times...".
Jean was about to reply when her timer on the phone buzzed, ending the five minutes, and Peter stopped, panting quietly, having done almost two miles of running laps much to his shock and amazement. "How was that?", Peter asked as Jean smiled.
"I think you may have done almost two full miles there with all those laps... probably would've been two for sure if you had started at that pace you got to.", Jean said.
"Well, I didn't fully know how much my body would be able to take at the start there...", Peter painted. "Once I got the gist of it... it went fairly smoothly.".
Jasmine mewed, and Jean nodded, "True. With practice every day, you would get faster and faster to the edges of your limits as you are still a teenager, Peter.", and Peter hummed, "That makes sense. At least I have a base average to start off with.".
"Indeed. I am not forgetting about the bet, but first, someone to officially meet.", Jean chuckled before taking a deep breath as she touched Jasmine on the back of her cat body, and her human soul came forward, appearing in solid form as Jasmine looked at Peter with a little smile, "Hello, Peter...".
"Jasmine...", Peter whispered as she walked up to him. "Uh... can I...?", Peter was clearly asking if he could even be able to touch her. "Just a sec...", Jean quickly said as she was trying to channel her mutant gifts to completely solidify Jasmine.
Jasmine became very solid, yet there's still a shimmer of soul aura around her, and she looked at Peter, "It's great to be on equal footing with you...even if you're a bit taller than me.", with a soft chuckle as she is an inch lower than Peter in height.
Peter smiled warmly, "You are still pretty tall, just like Jean and Gwen...", and Jasmine giggled softly before tears came to her eyes, "Thank you for giving me a home again.", wrapping her arms around him in a long-awaited hug.
"You're welcome...", Peter whispered as he let her hug him for a few moments before he wrapped his arms around her, tucking them under her long ponytail.
"Even if you weren't a cat... I would've somehow made sure that you had a home with us... one way or another...", Peter told her as Jasmine gave a small chuckle. "I know...", she said as they continued to hug.
Jean smiled happily, taking a picture of them with her phone, clicking a few buttons, and sent it to Gwen. Peter was still a bit sad that he could not feel the warmth of Jasmine's skin or the texture of her long hair, but he will take what he got for now, and exhaled deeply as he pulled back slightly to look at her.
"You truly are a brave woman no matter what you think you should have done back there, Jasmine...If I could, I would give you your dreams back including being able to carry children again...", Peter said softly.
He knew that there are ways to carry children without ovaries, thanks to research on the computer after he had sex education in one of the classes, but he has a feeling that Jasmine wouldn't want to go for that as it isn't...natural for her, even though she's willing to experience life in New York City.
"Peter...", Jasmine started tearing up again as she buried her head against his chest, feeling so emotional that he would be willing to go through those lengths for her. Someone he truly didn't really even know... not the true her since all this time he just thought of her as a fairly smart house cat.
Jean was even tearing up at the bittersweet sight, wishing to do the same thing for Jasmine, and she knew that Gwen felt the same way.
Peter murmured warmly, "Oh, Jasmine...", tightening his arms around her a bit more firmly yet still gently, and whispered softly, "It's going to be okay...You aren't alone anymore...You got me, Jean, and Gwen...".
"I know...", Jasmine whispered. "I know...". She gave him a small smile. "Believe me, Jasmine... we'll find out something... I'm sure there's something that can be done... somehow...", Peter had no idea where to begin looking but surely there had to be something even in this world that could be done.
Jasmine gave a little sob, "I believe you, Peter...One day...", wiping her tears away with a hand, and felt a hand on her back, and glanced back to see Jean smiling at her reassuringly, "You'll be breathing, eating, drinking, playing, and moving around in no time, Jasmine. You'll be mortal and fully human again, I know it.".
"Thank you, Jean...", Jasmine smiled softly, and Peter glanced at her in concern, "Do you need to go back to your cat body, Jasmine?".
Jean smiles, "She will be here as long as I'm here, but yes, eventually, she has to return back to her cat body. How are you feeling?", glancing at Jasmine.
"Strong as ever, Jean...Now, let's help you with more experimenting of limits for your powers.", Jasmine replied, with a nod at Peter, and Jean chuckled, "Not yet. We made a bet, remember?".
"Oh, yeah... we did...", Peter rubbed his arm as he blushed as Jean chuckled. "Well, you certainly carried out your end of the bet... pretty much did it with ease... so...", Jean got up closer to him. "Anything that comes to your mind of what you want me to do?".
Peter gulped shyly, blushing red as he can see Jean's long-sleeved shirt clearly subtly revealing her breasts, and he whispered, "Can you dance with Jasmine without your shirt, and Jasmine, could you teach her one of your dances from Agrabah? Something that makes you happy anyway...".
Jean gave a gasp and looked angry at Peter, "Peter Parker! How dare you even so much as sugge- I'm sorry, I couldn't keep that up.". She started to snicker as the facade dropped, "I'm sorry, Peter, I just wanted to act all upset for a second there... no, don't worry, it's fine. More than fair, considering that I've seen you naked after all.".
Peter blushed again, "Well, thanks for the warning on that one there...". He rubbed the back of his neck as Jasmine smiled. "Peter, would you like me to be topless with her while we dance?", Jasmine asked.
Peter exhaled, "I...I don't want to scare you, Jasmine...And you don't have to do it if you want to...especially that I'm a male...", knowing that Jasmine had bad memories of being stripped of her clothes by force thanks to that Jafar bastard, and that top on her saves her from that memory again...
He remembers that conversation around him when Gwen was about to remove his boxers... It was a miracle that Jasmine sought the courage again to see a penis again after five years and so.
Jasmine glanced away for a moment, thinking about it. She then sighed, "Listen... I know I still have my issues and Allah knows how long that'll take for me to get past some of those issues... but... I know you, Peter... and, if you want me to do this, I can.".
Peter exhaled deeply, looking at Jasmine, "I want you to be happy in this dance you're going to instruct Jean in, and I am not one to force you, Jasmine...It's up to you to want this, not me...The question for you to ask yourself, 'Am I really sure to do this?', as it's your body, Jasmine, to stay with the top on or not.".
Jasmine closed her eyes before she took a deep breath, "Jean... why don't you start by taking yours off?... and maybe that'll click in my mind to do the same... I don't feel like I could be able to do it first.".
Jean smiled softly at her, "Anything for you, Jasmine.", with a gentle nod before taking a deep breath and went to put her hands behind her, unlatching her bra, and then pushed her shirt and bra, taking them off steadily, and with a flip of her hair, she stood back up, throwing the shirt and bra to the floor near the tower of pallets, fully revealing her plump and gorgeous breasts.
"Wow... Jean...", Peter was now really red in the face as he was looking at Jean's beautiful breasts. "I take it that you like them?", Jean teased as she got close to him. "Certainly from the sound of it, you do...".
Peter's breath was caught off guard as he was speechless, blushing even more as they were so close to touch. He can feel his manhood waking up in his constrained boxer shorts underneath his pants.
Jasmine giggled, "I think you may have to guide him along if you want to flirt, but flirting's my game...", as she stepped closer, taking a deep breath as she took her top off with an ingenious tiny hidden latch in her straps of the top, falling down to the floor, revealing her stunningly plump breasts for the first time in sunlight since five years ago, to Jean and Peter's eyes.