Johnny Storm stared at Scott on his hands and knees, dressed totally gay, and licking Reed's boot.
"Yes, boy, lick my boots," Reed grinned. "Lick them good and maybe I'll let you lick something else."
Scott cooed and continued to lick.
Then Reed glanced at Johnny.
"Something I can help you with, Johnny?"
"Reed... uhh.. Reed... ohhh?"
"Yes?"
"Ohhh, Reed... I'm... I'm... I'm such a naughty boy!"
* * *
Meanwhile, other people were going through their own changes.
"You call those photos? Forget about that trash and get me something real!"
Peter Parker blushed as J. Jonah Jameson sent him running from his office.
Mr. Jameson was so angry, so steaming, so... masterful. The way he totally took charge, the way he let nothing stand in his way....
Peter licked his lips as he imagined himself dressed in a short skirt, lipstick, his hair long and in pigtails, looking like a perfect mincing sissy.
Mr. Jameson would make him squeal, spank his bottom, make him suck his....
Peter imagined other big masterful men, like the Kingpin.... the Kingpin....
Oh god, why was he getting so turned on by these men, men who hated Spider-Man. God he was thinking like such a little tart.
They'd punish him so much if they knew he was Spider-Man.
Peter whimpered. He was so hard!
* * *
While Peter was feeling all weak and sissy, Storm was feeling tougher than she ever had before.
Her hair was in the big mohawk, and she was dressed all in black leather, with gloves, boots, belt, jacket all covered in heavy metal studs.
She was so butch! And all she could think about was pushing some of the hot girls she knew down to their knees and have them lick her beautiful black body.
"Ohhhh, you fucking cunts!"
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