Size is Everything (mf, comics)
New York, August, 1963 

Janet Van Dyne knocked again on the door to the laboratory, more
sharply 
than the first time; but still there was no reply from within. 

Hank?" she called. What was he up to in there, anyway? He had warned
her 
not to barge into the lab when he was in the middle of an experiment, 
and she didn't want to annoy him. But what if something had gone wrong? 
What if he were in trouble? Dr. Henry Pym might be a bit of an egghead 
... er, perhaps she should re-phrase that, Jan thought briefly, 
suppressing a shudder at the thought of the real Egghead, the criminal 
master-mind who was their arch-enemy. But anyway, she had grown awfully 
fond of Hank in the past few months; and he really did need someone to 
take care of him sometimes. It was already long past lunchtime, and 
hadn't she been a good girl and left him alone all morning? 

Janet was an undeniably attractive young red-head, just over 5'4", with 
a cute button-nose and a thin, waspish figure. [Author's Note: Sorry, 
couldn't resist that one.] Her hair was cut in a mischievous- looking 
bob, with a black beret on top. As usual her outfit was distinctly 
fashionable, in this case a light summer dress with a rather daring 
neck-line and three-inch heels. By her standards, it was actually quite 
a modest outfit; because as the sole heiress to her late father's vast 
fortune, she could always afford the latest and very best clothing that 
money could buy. Still, a girl wanted to be comfortable on a hot day 
like this; and she never knew what kind of messy accidents might happen 
on a visit to the lab--especially the way she was feeling today, she 
thought with a brief but wicked grin. 

Glancing up and down the hallway, Jan reassured herself that it was 
empty before reaching into her slender, hand-carried purse for a small 
bottle of perfume. After applying just a dab to the usual places and 
casting another glance down the hall, she added a touch of the alluring 
scent to her bosom. Then, after a final check of her make-up, she
turned 
the door-knob, found it open, and peeked inside. 

"Hank?" she called again, stepping inside and closing the door quietly 
behind her. Still there was no reply. She looked slowly around the
room, 
but there was no one to be seen. The place was crowded with all sorts
of 
bizarre- looking gadgets and consoles, and long lab-tables laden with 
weird experiments and caged animals. A transistor radio on a shelf was 
switched on at low volume, and she heard a news announcer muttering 
something about plans for the latest space mission, and a recent 
statement by President Kennedy about the communist threat in Indochina. 

Janet set her purse down beside the radio and looked around the lab 
again, more carefully. In one corner she spied a large, heavy, 
cube-shaped cage, about three feet high, with close-set steel bars an 
inch thick. Stepping closer, she suddenly saw that it contained a giant 
ant the size of a dachshund, and she stepped back with an involuntary 
yelp of surprise. 

"My goodness, you have been busy in here, haven't you, Hank?" she
mused. 
But where had he gone? Then her eye fell upon an array of electronic 
circuit-boards spread out on the table beside her, and she noticed the 
tiny shapes of hundreds--no, thousands--of tiny brown ants crawling 
busily through the baffling maze of wires, transistors, and diodes. Oh 
no, she thought; the absent-minded professor must have eaten a messy 
lunch and left crumbs; now the ants were swarming all over his precious 
widgets. 

"Shoo!" she said, and drew a deep breath to try to blow the ants away; 
but at the last instant, something made her hesitate. 

Just then, she heard a faint, squeaky, almost inaudible voice from 
somewhere, calling out, "Jan! Don't!" The tone of urgency was 
unmistakable, and instead of blowing, she exhaled slowly and took a
step 
back from the table. Suddenly, she glimpsed a red and blue shape rising 
from the circuits, expanding so suddenly that it was merely a blur ... 
and then, all at once, there was Dr. Pym standing on the lab-table, 
straddling the circuit-boards, wearing his red and blue Ant-Man uniform 
... and of course the distinctive silver helmet that contained his most 
astounding inventions, the shrinking- and growth-gas dispenser and the 
cybernetic apparatus, which allowed him to communicate with friendly 
insects as though by telepathy. 

"Hi, Jan! I was just finishing up, but it's a good thing I noticed you 
up here, getting ready to blow on us. It would have been like a 
hurricane down there!" 

"Oh, Hank! I'm sorry. But I wasn't going to; I realized just in time 
that you might be down there. What were you doing with all those ants, 
anyway?" 

"My latest experiment," he explained, removing his helmet. What a nice 
voice, Jan thought absently. It was a pleasing tenor--not so manly in 
the usual way, perhaps, but music to her ears nonetheless. She adored 
everything about him, weird scientific obsessions and all. 

"... So the key problem," Pym was saying, "is to get the ants to
perform 
this complex operation in perfect sequence; because if they can do it, 
think what it would mean! Why, they could repair even the most 
sophisticated equipment in a tiny fraction of the time it would take a 
human technician. On a space mission, for instance, a crew of 
repair-ants could make all the difference between success and disaster. 
Now, if my calculations are correct..." 

I wonder if his hair would get even lighter if he went outside in the 
sun once in a while? Jan wondered, nodding attentively but hardly 
hearing a word he was saying. Pym's hair was golden blond, what she 
would have called strawberry on a woman. And those eyelashes! Her heart 
seemed to flutter. 

"As a matter of fact, Jan, I'm glad you're here," Hank told her. 

"Really?" she replied, suddenly taking note of what he was saying. "And 
just why is that?" she asked, a sly grin stealing across her lips. 

"Because you're just in time to help me finish the most difficult and 
important part of the experiment," Pym told her, apparently oblivious
to 
the direction of her thoughts. He knelt down, opened a cabinet under
the 
table, and brought out another silver helmet--the strange, tapered, 
conical head-piece that gave her the same, extraordinary power to
reduce 
her size, allowing her to become Ant-Man's partner, the Wonderful, 
Winsome Wasp! 

"Now Jan," Pym told her, "Let's shrink down, and I'll explain what I 
want you to do after we're in the circuits..." 

But Janet wasn't interested in helping with his experiments today. It 
was hot, and she felt ... well, impatient. Her eyes drifted down over 
the powerful curves of his neck, shoulders, chest, and biceps, all 
showing to good advantage through the tight-fitting fabric of his 
costume, specially designed to shrink and expand whenever he did.
Hardly 
aware of what she was doing, she extended a finger and ran the tip of 
her perfectly-manicured nail slowly down the groove between his 
pectorals. For a guy who spent almost all his time in a stuffy old 
laboratory, she thought, he's got quite a build. Her body gave a small, 
involuntary shiver; and she was suddenly conscious of the lacy fabric
of 
her bra against her nipples. 

"Hank," she said in a low but insistent voice, gently interrupting his 
on-going monologue about what he had planned with the ants. 

"Uh, yes, Jan? What is it?" She took the Wasp-helmet from him and set
it 
on the table, then looked directly into his clear, blue eyes. 

"I don't want to play with the ants today," she told him, reaching up
to 
wrap her slender, lightly sun-tanned arms around his neck, lacing her 
fingers behind it. "I want to play with you." 

"But...but Jan, this experiment is important! Why, it could mean..."
Pym 
got no further, because she pulled his face toward her, bringing their 
lips together in the long, luscious kiss that she had been day-dreaming 
about ever since she awoke that morning. She felt his surprise, but he 
did not exactly resist, either. The moment lingered, and she was 
beginning to feel faint when Pym finally broke the kiss, drawing a
deep, 
shuddering breath. 

"Jan!" he exclaimed, eyes gleaming with belated understanding. "So 
that's what's on your mind today, is it?" 

"M-h'm," she nodded, moving closer and reaching down to draw his arms 
around her waist. "You know, for a scientist, you're a little slow on 
the up-take sometimes." 

"Well, I ..." he began, but again her lips interrupted him; this time
he 
relented, drawing her body to his, running his strong but gentle hands 
up and down her back. Janet curled one leg back, standing on the other 
tip-toe, arching her back and pressing her modest but sensitive breasts 
against his lower chest. 

"Is that another growth-experiment in your trunks there," she teased, 
"or are you just glad to see me?" He blushed immediately, but his 
embarrassment quickly flowed into an affectionate smile as she ran her 
fingers lightly down the small of his back to squeeze his trim, 
well-shaped buttocks. 

"You're a naughty young woman, Miss Van Dyne," Pym told her with 
unconvincing severity. 

"Oh? Well, I don't seem to remember getting in much trouble with you so 
far. Hmmm ... I wonder what it would take to get in some real trouble?" 

"Now, Jan ..." 

"Sssssshhhh," she told him, placing a delicate finger on his lips. 
Carelessly shoving aside a pile of books and papers, she made room on 
the table and hopped up to sit on the edge, Pym helping her by
automatic 
reflex, hands still at her waist, ever the gentleman. She kicked off
her 
shoes. Seeing the hungry look in her smoldering, half-lidded eyes, he 
started to back away; but she caught him with her heels behind his
knees 
and drew him forward between her parted thighs. 

As her dress rode higher, Jan felt a waft of warm air on the dampness
of 
her crotch. Pym's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily, nostrils 
flaring. Neither spoke. Arching one eyebrow and inclining her head 
slightly, Janet leaned forward and gently squeezed her breasts
together, 
treating him to an unimpeded view of her cleavage at point-blank range, 
as well as an enticing whiff of her perfume. That was all it took to 
dispel the last of Pym's reluctance; and after that he was all over
her, 
kissing her urgently, stroking her body with his hands, bending her
back 
over the table and squeezing her tightly to him as he leaned forward 
atop her. 

Janet felt his breath on her face, hot and heavy, as she groped 
awkwardly at his waist and tugged down his trunks. At last his penis 
sprang free, feeling warm, fleshy, and hard in her grasp; and he 
squeezed it, causing it to twitch and throb in response. It seemed to 
Janet to be about the thickness of a broom-handle, or maybe an Oscar 
Mayer wiener, and about the length of the latter. She wondered briefly 
whether there were some trick that might make it grow a little bigger, 
just another inch or so, which would make it perfect ... but never mind 
that, she told herself. All that mattered right now was that she had
him 
right where she wanted him, and for once she had his full attention. 

"Oh, god, Hank!" she sighed. "I've got to have you now!" 

"Yes!" he groaned in her ear, quickly pushing her dress up around her 
waist and stepping back just long enough to yank down her baby-blue 
cotton panties. Then he was there, nudging against her, letting her 
fingers guide him inside as her head fell back and a strangled gasp 
escaped her throat. On some curious impulse, as his slick, straining 
length slid into her, Pym pulled off her beret and ran his fingers 
through the copper sheen of her hair, resting his weight on his elbows. 

"Jan, Jan," he breathed, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh, honey, I can 
hardly stand it! You're so...you're so...wild! You drive me crazy!" 

"Mmmm, you too, baby," she cooed in his ear, writhing beneath him and 
nudging her heels against his rump to draw him as far into her as 
possible. It felt good ... oh, lord, did it feel good! And yet,
somehow, 
it still wasn't quite what she was longing for--almost, so close, but 
just not quite. If only he were just a little bigger, she thought 
desperately, then everything would take care of itself. She was sure it 
would! But what could she do? Of course it was the kind of thing a girl 
must never mention, not if she loved her man; she knew how fragile
their 
feelings were about that sort of thing. Oh, well, she decided with an 
inward sigh. It wasn't as though she wasn't enjoying this, anyway ... 

And then the idea hit her. It was foolish, she realized immediately,
and 
perhaps dangerous; but at that moment, she didn't give a damn! Lost in 
his own ecstatic rhythm, his eyes still closed, Pym didn't notice as 
Janet reached over and picked up the Wasp-helmet from its resting-place 
on the table beside them. Moving carefully, she raised her head
slightly 
and pulled the helmet on. Fingering the hidden controls, she paused a 
moment to be sure she had the proper setting; for it wasn't easy to 
think clearly, hovering just on the edge of orgasm as she was. Then she 
pressed the switch and took a deep breath. 

Although it was only a tiny fraction of the normal dosage, the 
shrinking-gas took effect within a split-second, suddenly reducing
Janet 
to the size of a young girl--perhaps a foot shorter than normal, with 
everything else proportionately smaller as well. She was still the same 
shape, all right; just smaller--and tighter, as Pym suddenly realized, 
his eyes flying open in shocked comprehension. 

"Jan!" he gasped. "My god, what are you doing?" 

"I... I..." she began, her mouth working helplessly. "Oh, my!" Her mind 
was a-whirl, thoughts refusing to form, as the sensation coursed
through 
her taut, flushed little body, sweat beading on her brow. 

"Jan," he choked out, "are you all right? I'd better stop, or else ..." 

"No!" she blurted breathlessly. "Don't stop. Just...ugh!... Do it to 
me!" He began moving in her again, and his member now felt like nothing 
she had ever imagined! It felt gigantic, working her deep inside, 
pressing far up where nothing had ever reached before, causing her to 
squirm and pant, each breath shorter than the last, her adolescent body 
winding up tighter and tighter, until she could hardly bear it. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gasped in rhythm with his thrusts. "Give it to me, 
Hank! Oh, god, it's so GOOD! You're a giant! I'm ... I'm going to ..." 

"Ug- ug- UGH!" Pym grunted above her, as her tiny hands pressed against 
his massive chest. His hips worked up and down like a sewing-machine, 
delivering a constant barrage of uncontrollable pleasure to her
tortured 
loins; and suddenly she felt him throbbing inside her, signaling his 
climax. Everything seemed to spin out of control; and her whole body 
spasmed, going rigid from head to toe, bent like a drawn bow. 

That was the last thing Janet could remember later, when she came-to 
lying on a cot in an office adjacent to the lab. Pym had given her a 
dose of growth-gas to restore her to normal size, and he was gently 
dabbing at her face with a cool, damp towel, looking worried. 

"Jan!" he said urgently as her eyes fluttered open. "Jan, honey, thank 
goodness! You had me awfully worried there. I'm sorry if I hurt you. 
Jan, I don't think we'd better try that stunt again." 

"Oh, no?" she said with a faint smile, her mind drifting in a warm sea 
of relaxation and utter contentment. "We'll just have to see about
that. 
I'd say this phenomenon calls for some further research."