This choice: Janet van Dyne, avenger and fashion designer is curious about the new trend. • Go Back...Chapter #7Janet van Dyne, avenger and fashion designer is... by: NovaCorruption   It started small but as weeks passed by, Janet only noticed the frenzy grew stronger. She had watched MJs fashion entrance with some interest. At first as a supportive friend, Peter had come in to help the avengers numerous times and would always go on about her. But now she watched it from the perspective of a designer. The clothes were cute, but the fanatical buzz around it was nothing short of crazy. The fans were fiercely loyal not just to the fashion but to MJ herself. One woman, out of money and desperate for the next release, was arrested for stealing the merchandise. Then a high profile lawyer from another state took on her case for free. They had never met or even spoken online to each other. The only connection was that they were both fans. Of course the absurdity of the whole affair only raised interest and the small fan base continued to grow. Janet expected that sort of reaction from fans of a globe trotting musician, not a niche designer.
Janet opened the shopping bag and pulled out the black lacy bra and laid it out on her bed next to the matching high waisted thong. She had to pay a scalper double the cost of retail, but it was the only way to get a hold of them. She examined them with the eye of a craftsman. The material was soft and remarkably supportive, the stitching was of a high quality so at least she knew she didn't get a fake. The cut was flattering, the see through lace mesh on the crutch and cups would drive anyone's partner wild. All in all it was a good product but not anything revolutionary. Janet shrugged, maybe it was just confirmation bias and most of the fans were just normal everyday people. Perhaps marketing just leaned into it for some infamy.
Janet felt a little let down, she was hoping for something that would spark new ideas for herself. Still if nothing else she got something sexy to wear for date night. Janet unbuttoned her shirt and pulled off her pants. “Might as well see how I look in them.” She neatly folded her current clothes as she stripped. Her body was thin but athletic, the perfect build for a more agility focused fighter. She pulled the thong up her toned legs, the thin material fit breathed nicely but was still pleasantly warm. It hugged her body just right enough. The see-through mesh barely concealed her recently maintained landing strip. She grinned as she put on the bra, it was strapless and dainty, but still supported her breasts lifting and pushing them together with a strength that seemed to defy the material.
“Did Reed release the unstable molecule tech and not tell anyone.” Janet mused. She blushed when she looked in the mirror. She felt hot. She posed and admired herself. She bit her lower lip and fondled her breasts. “Why am I ..” she shook her head and pulled her hands away. Before she could investigate the thought further a beeping interrupted her.
“We have a situation, gear up and meet in the hangar.” Steve Roger’s voice bones over a loudspeaker.
Janet started to pull off the lingerie but stopped. “I.. I probably don't have time for something more practical.”her voice sounded doubtful. The thoughts seemingly entered her head as she spoke them. Her demeanor changed back to the professional confident headspace she needed before a fight.
Suited and geared up, Wasp sat in the back of the jet. Her crossed legs shifted and jittered. She could feel the material of the thong riding up her labia. Her thighs rubbed together. She tried to hide her flustered arousal. It was distracting and embarrassing how wet she was getting just from the motion of the material.
“You alright, you seem anxious.” A firm but friendly hand patted her shoulder.
Wasp looked up at the green titaness and smiled. “Sorry, just got lost in thought there for a second, Jen.”
“You can sit back if you need to. I can smash more than my share of hydra goons.” She-hulk grinned and punched her hand as emphasis.
Wasp felt her heart race. Jen's rippling muscles and emerald skin made her heat up again. ‘I never felt this way about her before, what is wrong with me?’ she thought. “I’d hate to miss smashing with you," she turned red. “smashing them with you. Ugh.” She added quickly and hid her face with her hand. ‘I should just shrink and fly away.’ she thought. She hulk just gave a sympathetic laugh and patted her back.
“Come on, we're here. You can clear your head with some punching.” She Hulk opened the side door of the jet as it hovered in position.
Wasp shrunk and flew down behind She Hulk who just jumped from the still descending jet. The muscle bound woman landed with enough of a shockwave to send several of the armed terrorists flying. Shouts of “hail hydra” punctuated by gunfire came from the balconies above. Wasp flew in at top speed growing to normal size at the last moment to maximize the momentum of her punches. One of the goons yelled on the radio for backup, but the response on the other end was cut off with the clang of vibranium meeting their helmet. It sounded like Cap’s team had breached the other side of the building. From there it was a quick mop up. Back at base Janet peeled off her costume from her sweaty body. She was feeling better now the adrenaline of the fight seemed to bury whatever she was feeling earlier. She placed the uniform in her locker and was ready to strip off the lingerie when she heard a humming from the women's showers. It was Jen’s voice. She followed the tune like she was in a trance. She slowly walked toward the showers. The steam and humming made her heat race. “What am I doing?” she peeked around the corner. Jennifer's body was on full display. Her hands rubbed her body clean. Her green skin was shiny with sweat and water. Her muscles glistened, her ass pushed towards Janet as Jennifer bent down to scrub her legs. ‘I'm so hot, I need her. I need her more than anything.’ she wasn't sure what came over her but she would give anything to feel her.
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