The Fantastical Wasp in Gorilla Glory (Monthly tale - 60)

(Woman into gorilla)

New York City, much can be said about the Big Apple, both good and bad, but in many realities one of the things most people know about that concrete jungle is that it is a city of heroes.

Superheroes.

Even if you don’t like those kinds of heroes it’s hard to argue that it would be strange to visit New York and not see a spider man swinging between the buildings, some fantastic fellows in a flying car, a man in iron soaring through the skies or one demigod or another at their favourite shawarma restaurant.

Perhaps one of the hardest ones to spot among so many amazing folk would be Janet Van Dyne, not because she isn’t just as amazing, but mostly because she’s often less than an inch tall.

Janet, the heroine known as The Wasp, micronaut adventurer, founding member of the Avengers, a good friend, a chill lady and a disaster of a mom. A tall thin white woman with sky blue eyes, long silver hair in a ponytail, respectful wrinkles, but don’t you dare call her an oldie if you don’t want to get your ass kicked. At sixty four years old she considered she was entering her second Golden Age, retiring was a word in other people's mouths, but not in hers.

Yes, she had divorced from Hank a second time and hadn’t spoken with her daughter in two months, but there was so much to see, so much good to do, in the macro and micro universe that she simply couldn't consider stopping her superheroics.

“If they want me to quit they should figure a way to make me end up in a cage!” she often said to her younger peers with a chuckle.

Sitting on the edge of a skyscraper and no taller than a flea, Janet sat with her legs crossed, eating tacos for lunch. She was wearing her yellow and black Wasp skinsuit, the ultra advanced tight nano-armour that gave her the impossible ability to warp her size at a whim. While munching she was using the communication tech in her suit and was scanning the emergency frequencies, in search of an excuse for some old fashioned vigilantism.

A pigeon landed near and approached the bug-sized woman with predatory intent.

Janet didn’t bother to look over or stop eating, she aimed her free arm over her shoulder, closed her fist, a spark on her wrist and a bolt of energy hit the bird in the chest, making it run away startled.

“Wasps have stings, you dumb pest!” Janet laughed, focusing her attention back on the radio.

Shortly after that her eyes shone, a call for reinforcements buzzed above the rest of the noise, a robbery or assault at a facility near the zoo. Janet got up, tossed the leftovers of her lunch off the rooftop, then pushed a button and her cone shaped helmet covered her head. With a wide smirk on her lips she fearlessly jumped after her discarded food. Midair, four insectoid wings, two on each side, extended from her back and began to flap at high speed.

A tiny almost imperceptible dot crossed the streets.

Humming with excitement The Wasp flew in the direction of the distress call.

The heroine saw the pillar of smoke in the distance long before she arrived at the crime scene. Cars were upside down, the doors of the building were blown to pieces, civilians were running and screaming, sirens howled in the distance, luckily, nobody seemed to be harmed.

“Is the Wrecking Crew back in town?” Janet wondered as she entered the ransacked building, as inconspicuous as a dragonfly.

Following the trail of destruction from the pretty normal looking entryway, even if it was in ruins, she found a path between collapsing ceilings and broken walls easily thanks to her minuscule body. She found a few unconscious guards along the way, one of them with a badge with a shield-shaped logo that made her frown.

“Not these guys…” she grumbled.

Shortly after that she reached the heat of the action.

The wasp landed on the doorknob of the open door.

A spacious room deep within the complex, any remaining moveable equipment had been pushed to the sides against the walls. A group of five baddies wearing dark cloaks that completely covered their bodies were setting up an odd device in the centre of the room. A bulky alien-like apparatus composed of several hexagonal segments set one on the others in the shape of a sphere. It was floating a couple of inches above the floor and a pale green glow flickered in its centre.

At the back of the room there was one hostage, a young man, the last remaining guard. He was being held down by what seemed to be the leader of the group of villains. When the guard begged the silent criminal to stop, the heroine recognized his voice as the one from the distress call.

She didn’t need anything else.

Janet cracked her knuckles before leaping forward.

In an instant The Wasp regained her human size, appearing next to the closest baddie while performing a perfect karate kick. The villain didn’t have time to react as he was sent flying by the strength of the impact, his head landing inside a file cabinet.

“They found us!” the next bad guy yelled before being put out of commission by a pair of  bioelectric energy blasts to the chest.

The third one shot a laser from under his cloak in the direction of the heroine, but Janet had already shrunk out of sight in a blink. The Wasp launched herself towards his head, striking with the power of a miniature righteous mace that put another criminal out of commission.

The fourth baddie, now in complete panic, looked around for the barely-visible attacker, not seeing Janet regrowing above his head, not even after Janet smacked both soles of her boots in his face. With that one down too, The Wasp spun in the air, then gracefully landed on her feet.

“I advise you to give up now,” she cockily said to the final baddie. “Unless you want to wake up in a cell with a severe headache just like your buddies.”

The baddie appeared to be unimpressed by the superheroine, but it was hard to tell with the cloak covering him in shadows. He had picked the hostage up by the neck and was using him as a human shield.

“I exist beyond pain, insect!” the villain responded in a growly ominous voice. “You are too late, the evolutionary mistakes of this wrecked planet are about to be corrected into a proper design!”

The Wasp put her hands on her waist.

“Are you completely sure you want to do this?”

“You delusional decrepit old woman, your elderly bones can’t stop the design!”

Janet let out a long sigh.

“Okay, then.”

At the same time the heroine and the villain raised their arms.

The energy blast from the Wasp’s wrist hit the villain in the forehead, knocking him down, but she received no attack from the baddie, as if he had simply given up.

Janet lowered her arm.

“Eh… that was… kinda underwhelming...”

The hostage-guard had dropped to his knees after the defeat of the final bad guy, he was coughing and rubbing his neck when he saw something behind the heroine that made his face turn pale.

“No! No!” he cried with his head in his hands. “He activated the bomb!”

Janet looked behind, the hexagonal segments of the device the villains had set up were now spinning and the glow from the dim light at its core now glowed brighter.

“Ah,” pondered the heroine. “So it’s a bomb, uh?”

The hexagons shook and the green glow increased.

“YES!” the guard grabbed his head terrified. “We are fucked!”

“Watch that tongue, young man!” said the Wasp with the manners of a grandma, trying to defuse the guard’s distress. “Now compose yourself and explain to me what’s going on here.”

A heavy clunk, the gears began to spin faster, the light flickered, gaining strength by the second.

“It's a bomb, a bomb!”

“You already said that, focus!”

The guard gulped.

“Evolutionary! They are High Evolutionary agents! It's a bio-time-line resetter! They want to erase the evolution of homo sapiens!”

“Meaning?”

“If that thing explodes it will irreparably shift all humans in the city to another evolutionary path!”

A chill crossed Janet’s spine as she stared at the alien bomb.

“Meaning…?” she slowly repeated.

“Meaning that New York is about to be turned into Planet of the Apes, but we are going to fill the role of the apes and it will be as if the city never existed!”

The Wasp clench her fist as the haunting green light took over the room and the noise of the device increased.

“This is too much… too quick… How long until it explodes?!” she asked.

“It’s imminent!” groaned the guard. “Minutes at best!”

Janet’s head buzzed, it was her turn to gulp, she had to think fast. The weight on her shoulders was intense, it was her duty, she was a superheroine, but that didn’t mean her work was easy.

Still, she was no stranger to making the sacrifice play.

“It only affects humans, doesn’t it?” she asked, pulling a bunch of red Pym discs from her wrist and attaching them to her palms. “Doesn’t it?!”

The guard finally reacted to the inquiry.

“Y-yes, only humans… Any human hit by the blast will be written out of the homo sapiens’ line…”

The entire room was now engulfed by the fluctuating green glow, the mechanical roar was deafening.

“As if they never existed, gotcha, cool, cool, cool,” Janet hopped in place a couple times. “Okay, if I don’t make it, could you tell my family… ahhh, whatever…”

“Ma’am, what are you going to…?”

Not bothering to waste time answering, Janet began to determinedly run towards the bomb, her wings extending from her back. She jumped and in midair her figure quickly shrunk. She positioned her tiny-self on top of the bomb, took a final deep breath and began to fly straight down.

Arms extended, palms open.

She hit one of the hexagonal segments with both hands.

From the stunned guards point of view the doom device simply shrunk away from his sight as the heroine had done a second before.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

Nobody around could hear Janet’s shout echo inside her helmet as she pushed the bomb down.

The heroine was too small.

Her plan was simple: Push the bomb all the way to the subatomic Quantum Realm and then, hopefully, leave it and return. A risky plan, a dangerous plan, but the only one she could come up with in that short a time.

As she pushed the bomb down further the room around her vanished.

Too small, too small to be seen.

Too small to make sense of her surroundings, microscopic.

Her wings flapped at full speed, but she feared it wasn’t enough.

“Faster…!”

The molecular void was left behind with a loud bang after she passed the subatomic barrier, breaking into the bizarre landscape of the inter-cosmos.

Incomprehensible structures, floating isles, impossible skies.

It wasn't a tourist visit, there was no time to wonder, no time to think.

With a final push she managed to land the bomb on the first solid surface she could, a triangular rock. The depleted Pym discs fell from between her fingers. Gasping, sweaty, her head dizzy, she felt she’d reached her limit, but time.

There was no time.

“Think of your grandkids, Janet,” she grunted.

Forcing herself beyond the limits she flew off, straight up, away from the bomb.

“Faster!” she cried. “FASTER!”

She had to regrow herself into her womanly stature.

Ahead she could see the hole in the barrier she had made during the descent.

It was right there.

But going small has always been a quicker process than enlarging.

The Wasp clenched her teeth.

“I’m gonna make it…!”

In her mind she swore she would never again use Pym particles, never again make herself smaller than an insect. Below her, in the floating triangle, the bomb abruptly stopped moving, the green energy collapsed into itself, leaving the device inert.

The hole, she could almost reach it.

She lifted an arm.

Stretched her fingers.

One of her wings fluttered weakly.

Janet closed her eyes.

“I’m not gonna make it.”

The explosion was as brutal as expected.

The shock wave struck the micronaut heroine from behind, blowing her through the atomic hole. Her wings destroyed, she was launched upwards out of control, spinning in the subatomic chaos, her body trapped in a quantum cascade.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her suit had managed to absorb the blast, but that meant little given the circumstances.

Heat took over Janet’s skin, from her crotch to her eyebrows, she boiled.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She exploded.

The damaged suit may have been able to deal with exterior damage, but that sudden interior outburst was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The Wasp’s iconic yellow and black uniform was torn into pieces as its owner transformed into a flying flame.

Only her helmet remained.

Janet looked down, she was completely naked, her mature tits, her bushy grey pubes, her firm buttocks… and her body was burning, engulfed by flame, but it didn’t hurt.

It didn’t hurt because she was the flame.

A bright yellow flame in the shape of nude woman.

“Ohhhhhhh ghgggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

From between her boobs the flames erupted powerfully, a torching comet between the stars, and then were extinguished.

Having lost any sense of place Janet hugged her exposed body… and as she hugged, her arms stretched around, her legs twisted over themselves. Her neck stretched too, absurdly long, until she could see her own pussy. Her flesh was like water, twisting itself into several knots.

A tangled mess.

Like an over-stretched elastic band there was a strong snap and her body instantly reformed.

Janet tensed herself.

“HEEEEEEEEELP!”

Her toes suddenly disappeared, then her whole foot, soon all her legs. As she screamed she disappeared, turning invisible like a gust of wind, but her yell still echoed in the helmet.

There was a blip sound and she re-appeared.

Janet put herself in a foetal position, tired, but her body gave her no rest. Her skin trembled and all over the place rocks grew, orange rocks that coated her whole body in mere seconds.

She was a rock with tits.

A brick wall with a cone helmet in the middle.

The rock skin cracked and broke, Janet's human form resurfaced once more.

Light, she saw light, her eyes opened hopefully.

Back in the ravaged room she had left minutes ago, saving the city from a bomb, the guard was starting to stand up, approaching the spot where the bomb and the superheroine had disappeared. He put a hand on his ear, he was hearing something, feeble, distant, gaining strength, as if it was approaching.

A woman’s voice.

“...hhhhhheeeeEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!”

The guard would never understand that part of that day’s events and it had been quite a weird day. For a brief moment he saw a naked granny wearing a silly helmet, her figure blurred to infinity.

Her vagina in front of his eyes.

Then the wall behind him exploded.

He looked through the hole and saw the city’s streets.

The memory of that bizarre occurrence already becoming foggy in his brain…

Muscles ached…

The soil was fresh against her nipples… grass tickling her butt…

Janet woke up, grunting, she slowly opened her eyes and got up onto her knees.

“Where… Where am I…?”

Everything was pitch black.

She moved her hands to her head, her helmet was busted, she took it off and tossed it to the ground. Her silver hair fell over her shoulders, the sun blinded her eyes. After rubbing them she managed to understand her surroundings, she was in the middle of some outdoors dense forestry zone.

Janet began to inspect her body, she touched her chest, her hips, her butt…

Fully visible, no flame, rock or rubber,

The woman hugged herself.

“Naked… but alive and human…” she gasped with relief.

With some effort she stood up and began to walk, trying to figure where she was.

Her head still ached and her muscles throbbed.

“Hmph…. I should find some clothes before I end up on the cover of the Daily Bugle.”

After passing through some big leafy bushes she reached a pit full of water, beyond the pit was a very tall concrete wall, and the voice.

“Mister! Mister! There’s a nude grandma in the enclosure!”

Janet looked up, behind the railing on top of the wall. Her cheeks turned red, she covered her breasts with one arm, her crotch with another, crossing her knees.

“The zoo, dammit, I am at the zoo…” she grunted.

She was no prude, but neither was she an exhibitionist.

On the other side of the railing there was a zoo guide and a crowd of middle aged Japanese tourists, all the camera’s in the group quickly began their clicking noise.

“Hey! Hey, no pictures, please!” a forced smile on her lips. “Can I get some help here?!”

The zoo guide pulled out their walkie talkie.

“Alert! Alert in the Africa area, there’s… Theres…” their words slowed down in their mouth as they spoke. “Hmmm…”

“What kind of alert?” said a lazy voice from the other end of the walkie talkie link.

“Ahhh… Uh, nothing, false alarm,” the guide muttered, putting the communication device away before returning to talking to the tourists. “Don’t you worry, folks!” they explained jovially. “That’s just Jane Vanana, our newest silverback female!”

In the enclosure Janet froze as she listened to those words, her mouth dropped open in disbelief. She shook her head and took a step forward, jumping and waving her arms, no longer caring that everybody could see her completely naked.

“No! NO! I’m Janet! Janet Van Dyne! The Wasp! You have to help me!”

Her pleas were ignored.

“She’s a bit frisky because it’s her first time in the enclosure, so let's give her an easy time!” the guide continued explaining.

Janet bit her lips.

“I AM JANET!” I am Janet! I AH-HA!” she stopped jumping and in her rage began to beat her chest with her fists. “WA-AH-ASP! NO JA-A-NE! ME JANET!” JANET! JAH-A-HANET! GROOOOOOOOOOOAH!”

The woman stopped after her roaring made her realise what she was doing.

She stared at her palms, grabbed her head.

Her feet trembled, a loud crack.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH!” a cry of pain that made her sit on the ground.

Cursing, Janet grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up.

“No! No! No!”

Her foot mutated right in front of her painfully open eyes. The sole enlarged and moved back, the toes swelled and elongated. The appendage was soon more  similar to a larger hand than what humans are generally supposed to have at the end of their legs. Her other foot transformed in a similar way.

She could do nothing but stare as her womanly feet became those of an ape.

Ape feet.

Putting her hands on the ground she leaned back and raised her legs, opening and closing the toes on those new extremities.

Cold sweat.

“I C-Could grab a banana with these…” the words babbled from her mouth from someone that wasn't exactly her.

The tourists clapped enthusiastically.

Janet groaned, mortified by the embarrassment.

“Ain't funny at all!” she grumbled, getting up.

An intense itch began to extend from her crotch. Her grey pubes thickened and spread, in a triangle towards her navel, down her thighs. Whining and sobbing the mature heroine spread her legs open, bending her knees, and scratched the area with both hands in a rather undignified manner.

More cheers from the tourists.

“SHTOP!” cursed Janet as fangs grew out of her lips. “It ich-ich!”

Her eyebrows became connected into a single line of hairs.

Her hairy belly was swelling rounder.

Her nipples hardened and darkened.

She looked at her arms, they were becoming coated in grey fur just like her legs, her hands were enlarging, making the fingers clumsier, muscles inflating.

“Holy shit…” she moaned. “A gorilla! Ugh! UGH! A freaking gorilla!”

She was quickly metamorphosing from one kind of ape to another…

“We rescued Jane from a circus that was closing,” the guide told the tourists. “She used to be the heart and soul of the party there, the public loved her! She’s a bit on the old side, but we hope she gets to connect with the other gorillas and maybe produce some offspring!”

“That no tru! NO TRU! OOOOOOOOOORGH!”

Another pinch of pain forced Janet to bend her back, putting her hands on her rear as it expanded. The next pinch made her put her hands on her forehead, her bones cracking, her nose sinking into her face, leaving two holes, wrinkles reconfiguring her face, hair on her boobs.

Her memories were collapsing, fracturing.

Janet, the heroine, was becoming mixed with Jane, the gorilla.

Two entities forming a whole, images of her heroics intertwined with flashes of the circus and her much more mundane ape existence.

“GROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

Furry legs shortened over a big fat furry belly.

Chest barreled while her back widened.

When her silver hair began to fall off, the skin on every part of her body that wasn't covered in dark fur roughened, turning blacker and leathery.

A loud crack in her spine.

Showing off her large fangs she opened her mouth more than she ever could before.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

Grunting and snorting Janet dropped forward, putting her knuckles on the ground.

Her arms were immense.

She felt heavy.

Hot.

With less difficulty than she expected she crawled towards the water.

She was expecting to see the gorilla in the reflection, but that didn’t make it any easier.

A gorilla was looking back at her, a big female gorilla. Completely dark fur everywhere, except between the shoulders where it was greyish, a single silver lock hung from her forehead… over her eyes… her bright intelligent sky blue eyes…

The gorilla was shocked and so was she.

Blood boiled.

Her heartbeat sped up.

Splashes of water caused by the slap of her powerful hand.

Anger, frustration.

Jumping around and slamming into the ground, raising a cloud of dust, pulling the grass, savagely shouting out her frustration. She could have continued her ape rampage for hours, but a quite strong hand grabbed her wrist, making her stop.

Janet’s reaction came from decades of expertise: Counter-attack the assailant.

Her fists hit the aggressor right in the face, a straight strike. He fell over and Janet jumped on him, landing on his chest, she raised both her arms, ready for a double slam.

The audience of tourists murmured aghast at the beastly violence.

The female gorilla stopped.

Breathing heavily she looked at what she was punching down. Scared yes, a male gorilla feebly trying to cover his head with his arms. Janet snorted, lowered her arms and stepped back.

“That’s Bonko, one of the youngsters,” the guide explained. “It seems that his attempt to woo granny Jane has backfired!”

The tourists chuckled.

Janet sat on her hairy butt, crossing her legs. Bonko remained laying there, waiting for her to move first, she was bigger than him after all.

Now that the changes had concluded and there was barely anything left of her womanly self in the flesh her mind began to slow down. The gorilla brain sat on top of the superhero’s past, making it hard to distinguish which was which. She scratched her head, slapped her round belly, fondled her furry saggy tits.

“What a way to end your career…” she thought with resignation.

Bonko tapped the soil, Janet, or Jane, focused her attention on him.

The male was indeed young, virile, but inexperienced… somehow… cute.

The female's eyelids widened, her privates trembled.

She got up, approached the male, made him get up by impolitely grabbing his ballsack. Bonko stood, surprised, but before he could move the female proceeded to grab him by the chin. She inspected him very closely.

A sigh.

It wouldn’t be the ugliest lover she had added to her record card… but could she really…

Her thoughts scrambled, with some shame, and tons of frustration, she knew two things, she hated those feelings and there was only one thing that could ease them, no matter what kind of ape she was.

Action.

Janet glanced back at the tourists a final time, the civilian world beyond the enclosure.

A frown, then a smirk.

She grabbed Bonko’s wrist and forced him to follow her towards the trees, to have some intimacy. Bonko was more than eager to obey.

“Well, well, well! Seems like they are getting along very well, if you follow me! There may be baby gorillas on the way very soon!” the guide announced gleefully.

The tourists cheered and clapped.

As Janet led her mate she tried not to think much, she didn’t want to.

She had saved the city, she deserved some reward, even if nobody could recall what.

If there was a way to escape her bad luck she could figure it out later… if not…

She would miss flying.

Jane lay down on a bed of leaves, hugging Bonko, his penis hardening, she guided him with her feet.

There wouldn’t be any memorials for Janet Van Dyne, no statues in parks or exhibits in museums, but that made her glad because that wasn’t why she did her deeds, nor for the good of her heart.

Stopping evil was fine, but the truth was…

Bonko rammed her against the ground, she smirked, raised her hips, hugged his waist with her legs and pushed him deeper with her legs. The Wasp’s broken helmet lost and almost forgot, laid somewhere amongst the bushes, as two gorillas fucked like what they were, roaring at the sky.

Hadn’t she done enough?

Wasn't helping to repopulate an endangered species just another heroic act to add to her list?

Was her inner gorilla tricking her to accept an ungraceful end?

Did it even matter?

She had seen and done such a lot, grown to be a horny old monkey, and to her, silverback retirement sounded just as good as a silver age one.