(Warning, Strong Sexual Content)
"There! The adjustments are done." A very male Hank Pym growls.
"I don't know why we had to get our suits adjusted." Scott Lang complains in a very whiny feminine tone, as she twirls a lock of her hair.. "Like, couldn't we have totally just switched outfits or something?"
Hank glares at Scott for a moment angrily contemplating her behavior. "That's it!" He shouts. "Gimme back the suit!"
"No!" Scott giggles as she prances away from Hank in a very feminine way. "Go away old man." Hope chuckles at Scott's behavior then covers his throat, reminded of how much his voice has changed.
"Stop that, you two!" Janet speaks up over the noise Hank and Scott are making. "You know she's.." Janet stops to correct herself. "Sorry. You know he's just teasing you, Honey." Janet says to Hank.
Hank lets go of Scott and walks away in a huff. "I know that, Honey." He tells Janet. "This is just hard to deal with. We still don't know exactly what he did to cause all of this."
"He didn't do anything, Hank." Janet answers. "We know this, because quantum energy doesn't seem to be able to reverse the process. Which is why you can only stay like that while I can concentrate, and I can't concentrate when you're manhandling my daughter's boyfriend." Janet looks up toward Scott and winks. Hope, who is now examining Ant-Man, looks back toward Janet and happily smirks.
Hank turns to look at Hope who quickly hides his smile.
After studying his now son for a moment, a sympathetic smile grows on Hank's face. He walks up to Hope and touches his face. "Are you sure you're ok, Honey?"
"Yea, dad. I'm fine." Hope says, brushing away Hank's hand. Hank is a little hurt by this.
Hank tries to look at Hope's face but Hope is now concentrating on Scott. His hands are going over the seams of the suit and lingering on some areas that seem a little too personal for Hank's taste. He looks up and makes eye contact with Scott before glaring again.
"Hi." Scott says with a playfully cute grin that might have worked on anyone else but Hank.
"We had to adjust the suits," Hank says angrily. "because your measurements, and my daughter's measurements are not exactly proportionate." Hank points to Hope then back to Scott as he says his next sentence. "We can't just shrink some parts and enlarge others." Hank instinctively looks down at Scott's bust, which now has Hope's hand resting on it.
Scott, noticing Hank's eyes, covers her chest in feigned modesty, grabbing Hope's hand at the same time. "You just don't want to give me wings, do you?" Scott pouts. "You big meanie." she sticks her tongue out.
"No!" Hank protests. "I just don't want your used dirty suit covering my daughter in your stinky and greasy man sweat!" Hank says aggressively, stepping closer. "And stop touching her..." Hank lightly swats Hope's hands off Scott and tries to shoo her away, unsuccessfully. "I mean him. Stop touching him." Hank corrects himself.
Hope is now giving Hank a disapproving look, which does not go unnoticed. Looking at Hope Hank forces himself to calm down again. "Janet." He calls. "It's ok, you don't have to keep doing this." He looks up toward Janet and gestures to his own body.
"Are you sure?" Janet asks, cautiously. "You seem a little happier like that."
Hank looks to her, unsure if she is being sarcastic or serious. He answers anyway. "Yes, it's fine Honey. If everyone else has to deal with it, so should I."
"Alright, if you insist." Janet says. Her face takes on a concentrated look and her eyes flash momentarily before Hank Pym's body begins to transform back into a woman. It does not seem to phase either of them much as the transformation is primarily visual and not physical.
Hank stands there, a full four inches shorter with her straight and wavy hair. She looks almost like a smaller version of Janet. It doesn't help that they're both wearing lab coats. "I'm tired." Hank says. "We'll run the tests tomorrow." She starts slowly shuffling toward Janet.
"Oh, come on Honey," Janet says as she moves alongside Hank. "I'll make you some tea."
"I don't want tea." Hank protests. "I just want to rest."
Janet continues to comfort Hank as they leave the lab. She looks back and waves to Hope and Scott, letting them know they'll be alright. The door shuts behind the two women.
"You think he'll be alright?" Scott asks Hope. "I mean, I wasn't being too mean to him, was I?"
Hope does not immediately answer Scott's question. Instead he places his hands on her hips and pushes Scott into the nearest desk. She has to catch herself to avoid falling. "Ahh!" Scott yelps in a very girly way.
"I don't think you were too hard on him." Hope answers in a mischievous way. "In fact, I think you were being very... a-dor-a-ble!" Hope draws out his words and he attempts to sway Scott Lang's hips for her.
Scott is suddenly thrown off by Hope's behavior and debates whether she should continue worrying about Hank or whatever Hope is doing.
"Are you ok?" she asks Hope. "You're being a bit more aggressive than usual.. And not in the typical way?" Scott says this last part wondering if it's the right thing to say.
"I'm fine." Hope answers stepping in closer and pressing up against Scott. "You're just being very cute today."
"Thanks." Scott says, nervously. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. I mean we're all in this together, I figure the least..."
Hope grabs Scott's hips and moves in for a kiss. Scott's eyes widen with shock as she turns to the side and ducks out of the way. She has to break free from Hope's grasp to quickly walk away.
"What are you doing?" She asks Hope, completely red in the face. She tries to cover her embarrassment, but notices even her hands are flush. She partially looks back toward Hope but doesn't want to show her face.
The sound of Hope's approaching footsteps is very loud on the lab's marble flooring. "Come on, Scott." Hope says "Aren't you just a little bit curious." He reaches out and gently grabs Scotts arm, turning her toward him. Scott looks up worried and confused. "I mean, we are scientists." Hope adds.
"I don't know." Scott answers. She looks into Hope's eyes and despite all the physical changes, she still feels the same rush of emotions she always gets when looking at Hope. "You're a scientist." Scott says. I'm not." Scott adds trying to make an excuse which doesn't work, before answering honestly. "It just feels weird, that's all."
Despite what she just said, Scott can't shake her strong desire to kiss Hope. A detail that does not go unnoticed as her eyes dart down to Hope's lips and linger for just a moment too long. Scott looks back into Hope's eyes, and knows she was caught.
"Does it?" Hope asks, as he slips his left hand round Scott's waist and turns her back toward him. Scott tries to look away, but can't quite keep her eyes off Hope's body. Hope lowers his face and manages to catch Scott's gaze again. Like a fish on a wire, she raises her head to maintain eye contact. "Does it really feel that weird? Hope asks, "or different?"
Hope starts caressing Scott's wrist romantically as she thinks about their situation. Scott attempts to think of a joke to cut the tension, but she feels certain that joking is what got her in this situation.
She grabs Hope's left arm, which is still around her waist, and thinks of pulling it away. Instead she catches herself holding it tightly with a familiar rush of passion. Scott becomes eager to shake the feelings of longing from her head, but cannot seem to concentrate. Hope lowers his right hand to Scott's waist and slowly pulls her in.
Scott, feeling panicked now, doesn't know what to do to get out of this situation. She feels she has to calm her nerves and desires, but it's nowhere near as easy as it was when she was a man.
'What can I do to calm myself down, and get my hormones in check.' she thinks.
Scott remembers an old technique most men will do where they think of something unattractive to distract their mind. For Scott, it was usually to think of men, so she decides to guiltily study Hope's new body, and use it to subside her desires.
First Scott starts massaging Hope's arm, trying to feel the masculine muscles he now has. 'Wow! Hope is strong.' she thinks to herself. She lowers her eyes to study his chin, trying to avoid the lips she so longs to kiss. There are a few wisps of facial hair that Hope has chosen not to pluck. The hair seems to help distract her mind.
'Good.' Scott thinks, feeling encouraged to look for more masculine distractions, like Hope's broad, strong, and powerful shoulders. She raises her hands slowly feeling his arms, trying to reach his mesmerizing shoulders, feeling his toned chiseled biceps along the way.
'No!' Scott thinks to herself realizing that studying Hope's body is not working. 'Back to the whiskers!' she thinks trying to distract herself once more. As she stares at the short flowing stray hairs, she can't help but feel they build character and give Hope a unique rakishly handsome look to his beautiful chiseled chin. 'Like the statue of a classic olympic athlete.'
'STOP!' Antman screams internally at herself. 'Okay, you're attracted to men now. This isn't good.' she thinks. Scott looks away hoping for a distraction.
Noticing her shyness Hope pulls Scott in closer, leaning in for a second try at the kiss. Scott turns away, now blushing even more vibrantly than before. She can feel her heart beating loudly as her stomach flutters.
'Butterflies? Really?' Scott thinks, 'So that's what that feels like.'
Not getting the kiss he was fishing for, Hope smiles and places his forehead on Scott's head, resting just above the temple. He shakes his head ever so slightly snuggling Scott's soft hair.
'Don't think about it.' Scott tells herself. She closes her eyes hoping it'll help, but the feeling of Hope's soothing breath and warm body is so intense now.
'I know!' Scott's eyes suddenly shoot open as she comes up with another idea. 'If I'm attracted to men now, then I must be turned off by women!' she thinks. 'I just have to think about women.'
Scott had not been with many women so she first tried to recall the bodies of random actressed and "adult models" she had seen throughout her life. Despite there being many, she was drawing a blank. So, her mind lingered to the first girl she had ever been with, her ex wife, Maggie.
She pictured Maggie's smile and her soft touch. Her ears, which protruded at just the right length. Her shoulders, which looked so perfect when she wore her hair tied up in a big mess of curls.
'No! That's not working either.' Scott thinks. 'Someone else...'
Scott starts thinking about Hope before the change, and how rough she was. Scott concentrates on how mean Hope was to her when they first met. She was always hitting him at the time, as hard as she could, during practice.
'Her hair was so short back then.' Scott thinks. She remembers thinking about how masculine Hope was, and how he had thought she was stronger than most men he had ever met.
Scott's mind recalls back to the time Hope jumped on him, wrestled him to the floor, and put him in a headlock. Despite getting beat up, Scott remembers, her only thoughts at the time were, 'Wow! Her crotch is really close to my face.'
Scott's eyes shoot open again. 'Ok, that's not working.' Realizing that she is running out of options, she closes her eyes and decides to imagine one last thing, her own body.
Scott remembers the day of the change. She remembers how concerned she was, despite her desire to look strong. Hope was so worried, she wouldn't even let Scott go home. She was so touchy.
'Was she trying to get in my pants from the start?' Scott thinks. 'No! Focus!'
Scott remembers having to pry Hope away just so she could have some privacy. She sat on the bed in her room while she slowly undressed. It occurred to her that she was shorter, but she hadn't checked yet.
She remembers feeling her waist and the gradual incline of her hips. Explorative hands fascinated by the smoothness of her waist. The recollection of silky soft micro hairs all over her body gave Scott goosebumps.
And she remembered her breasts. How much they had grown, and how plush and perfectly circular they looked. She remembered knowing she shouldn't touch them, but not being able to resist the urge. The feeling she got was so intense and only grew as she moved closer to the nipples. It was like a tickling sensation that made her weak to the core.
Scott recalled her right hand wandering away from her chest and moving down. Down to where it shouldn't go. She knew she shouldn't explore, but she just had to know.
"F#$% it!" Scott whispers just before turning her head and kissing Hope aggressively.
Their embrace was intense and both of them shared a feeling as if neither had ever held each other, let alone someone else, so passionately before.
Hope's hands worked up Scott's back massaging strongly, yet gently as he worked his way up into her hair. He lightly pulled at it guiding her head into a smoother embrace.
Scott softly caressed Hopes back also, but made time to drink up every detail of his shoulders and arms as well. She felt the sudden desire to run her nails all across Hope's back, leaving him marks like a territorial beast.
Hope suddenly pulled Scott's head back aggressively and before Scott could fully catch her breath Hope was kissing her neck strongly and passionately. She felt Hope's left hand, now on her leg, tightly pulling her closer.
Scott then felt Hope's manhood, and despite all her concerns, the feelings of wrongness made her desire him that much more.
She felt her butt hit the desk and began wondering how they got back to where they started. The bump was hard and there was a loud clatter as tools and utensils rolled off onto the floor.
They both stopped and looked back toward the door, terrified they might get caught.
"What are you doing in there?" Hank shouts in her grumpy old lady voice. "You'd better not damage that suit!"
"Oh, leave them alone Hank." Janet responds. "They're probably just cleaning up."
They can hear Hank Pym grumbling, but it's too muffled to hear anything else.
Hope looks back toward Scott and grins mischievously before tangling his fingers in her hair and they both touch foreheads.
"We should probably stop." Scott says a little more disappointed than she wanted to sound. "They're definitely gonna catch us." she says as she moves in for another kiss, but ends up snuggling Hope's nose.
"No they won't." Hope says, taking hold of Scott's hand as he unbuttons the lower half of his own lab coat.
A rush of fear and concern rushes through Scott as she suspects Hope plans to take a huge risk. Her concern changes to confusion when she notices Hope is wearing a regulator belt.
"Is that a..." Scott asks.
"Mmhmm." Hope nods his head as he presses the shrink buttons on both Scott and his own suit simultaneously, causing them to seemingly vanish.