"Almost, just a couple more blocks and…" "BLAAAAAAAARFFF!" "We’re there…"

Landing on the windowsill of his apartment Man-Spider stepped inside and let Laura collapse on the floor, the teenager hugging the carpet and wiping her mouth while Peter gingerly made his way to the bathroom to wash up the back of his costume.

With the sound of running water coming from the bathroom a door nearby opened and when Laura looked up she winced seeing a naked blue furred cat woman saunter out, her tail swishing back and forth while Mary Jane stretched scratching her long blue hair. "Hi Tiger welcome… Home." Eyeing the Teenager at the window MJ’s tail turned fluffy and thick, her ears going back with a feline hiss.

"Uhm… Hi."

Coming out of the bathroom and towelling over his blue furry back Mary Jane’s behaviour changed and leapt into Peter’s arms, pulling up his mask and kissing him open mouthed, the blue cat woman’s eyes leering back at Laura the entire time. Feeling one of Peter’s hands grope at her rear made the feline woman purr before Man-Spider pulled away.

"Sorry about that, lately we’ve been rather… Amorous since we turned blue." Looking down at his wife Peter remembered the obvious elephant in the room.

"Sweetie this is Laura, Laura meet MJ."

"Is she going to put on cloths any time soon?"

Clinging to Man-Spider more closely MJ gave the teenager a sly look before sauntering over to the couch and leaned back, crossing her legs. "Why should I? When I wear it so well." With a smile and tossing her blue hair back MJ certainly wasn’t ashamed of her altered body, suddenly being 6 inches taller, more athletic and sporting a rack comparable to melons than apples the fact she was covered in blue fur and sported a tail wasn’t even a problem to her."

"Cough, cough, bitch, cough." Keeping her hand over her mouth Laura looked to Man-Spider after he put his shirt back on. "So, who do we go to in order to fix this?"

All six of Peter’s hands went into different ‘thinking’ poses before an idea came to mind. "Well there’s only one person I can think of who’s smarter than me to figure that out, and that’s…"

*

"Reed?" Husked Susan pressing her husband against the wall of his lab while their kids got used to things in the living room. "I feel… funny." Swishing her tail behind her the Invisible Woman smiled like a cat staring at a canary in a cage. Her cloths still fit thankfully because of Reed’s patented molecular fabrics but now clung to her like a second skin. Her bust had ballooned on her chest and her figure had become more firm and athletic, but that wasn’t the only change. Lately in the last hour alone Susan Storm was feeling an itch, a particular itch she couldn’t quite scratch but her current prey looked equipped to deal with providing that inner scratch she needed. Reed Richards had changed also… At least physically. Pressed against the wall by his wife the humanoid lemur adjusted his glasses with a bashful smile, his lab coat had been torn off his shoulders and his shirt had been torn open by his now sexually aggressive wife. "Now Susan, you KNOW the kids are within ear shot of us, more than likely their hearing has been enhanced as well."

"All we have to say is we were watching a women’s tennis match Reed."

"They aren’t that gullible Suzy, besides the televisions are out."

"Mmm but Reed, we haven’t done it in sooo long."

"I don’t know Suzy, we’re all sick with a mutagen and there’s no telling how it can get worse… besides I’ve got a headache."

"Oh come ON! You wouldn’t be saying that dressed like this."

"I’m half-naked because you tore up my clothes."

"I WILL HAVE WHATS MINE!"

Out in the living room the two blue furred children heard a blood curdling scream from their father’s lab, the two looking to each other briefly before slumping down the couch. "Mom and Dad are doing it again."

Huffing in annoyance Vallaria blew a blue strand of hair out of her eyes. "Can’t wait until I’m 18, then I won’t have to worry about the noises from the walls every night after dark."

"No that’s because of Uncle Johnny." Placing his blue furred paws over his ears Franklin grimaced at hearing his mother cry out… Apparently she was a screamer. "He’s got a thing for supermodels… Loose supermodels."

"Are you sure they’re supermodels?"

"Who else walks around in clear heels and cocktail dresses in the middle of the day?"