Four Freedoms Plaza, NYC
Reed was watching himself and his wife mutating with each cough and sneeze. Then a thought struck him.
“What about Johny, Ben, Franklin and Val?” Reed asked.
“OH GOD THE KIDS!” Sue panicked.
Reed watched the hair on her head, neck, and tail stick up.
“Oh god! Get ‘em off! (Achoo) Get (Cough) ‘em off!” shouted the 7 foot tall bipedal chinchilla stumbling into the room.
Attached to him were the kids, the blue boy must have been Franklin and was shreeching like he had when he got an ear infection as an infant, and Val must have been the blue girl blowing her nose on the leg fur.
“What’s all the noise about?” Johnny said yawning as he shuffled into the lab.
“Oh babies!” Sue went to get her kids only for them to freak-out at her feline appearance, “It’s ok, it’s me mommy!”
“Johnny does anything seem out of place?” Reed asked his brother-in-law.
“I’m up before noon?” Johnny coughed and hair sprouted on his cheeks.
“We are all turning into furries you idiot!” Ben shouted.
“Not so loud,” Johnny groaned, “I have a hangover from hell…”
“Johnny open your eyes,” Reed said calmer than the rest of them.
“No, headache.”
*
Near the Avengers Mansion, NYC
Tigra, Black Widow and Hawkeye had been racing back to the mansion, but along the way they had changed with each cough and sneeze. Tigra became taller, more buxom and blue. Black Widow and Clint grew blue fur coats the shade of the cookie monster, stripes in sky blue, tails and claws. Somewhere before the mansion they were chasing after other things. On the lawn of the Avengers Mansion, Tigra pinned Natasha to the ground and was pounced on by Clint. Greer and Natasha were in a lesbian 69, and Clint got his in below Greer’s tail. She let out an initial hiss and then and orgasmic rumbling purr with each thrust Clint gave her as she licked Natasha’s pussy. All three were lost in sex until a remote control Quad-copter with the garden hose started spraying them.
“No sex on the lawn,” J.A.R.V.I.S. announced over the Quad-copters built in speaker.
*
Parker Apartment, NYC
Both MJ and Peter were in front of the full body mirror MJ kept in the bedroom looking at themselves change with each sneeze and cough. MJ was becoming much more feline, Peter they figured was turning into a human spider monkey.
“Seriously?” Peter asked no one, “The Universe is a sick twisted cruel thing.”
“At least you (cough) aren’t becoming Spider Pig,” MJ ran her furry hand over Peter’s elongating arms.
With a sharp cough a tail spilled out the back of her pants in a very uncomfortable manor.
“Time to ditch these,” MJ accepted reality.
MJ pulled her pants, down bending over as she did. She looked back as smiled, Peter’s spandex spiderman suit did nothing to hide his erection at the sight of her blue bottom.
“You know it’s really good that you aren’t turning into spider-pig, since I would never sleep with spider-pig. Let’s take a little nap,” MJ ran her paws over her husband’s chest, “Keep each other warm if you know what I mean…”
*
Jen Walter’s Apartment, NYC
Jean was backing up behind Laura away from the blue hulk in front of them. Laura was a hair’s breath from full Pycho mode. Jean reached out with her mind to contact the Professor.
[Professor, we need help!] Jean thought.
[What is it Jean?]
[Doctor Doom has sealed off New York and released an airborne version of Hank’s Kitten Pox!]
[I will send help right away, are you safe?]
[At least until Laura loses …]
Her concentration was broken by a racking cough that doubled her over. Laura turned and looked at her, then screamed and ran through a window into the emptiness outside. Jean looked at her hands, they were blue…