As the morning light filtered through the windows, Peter Parker, now tiny Spider-Man, found himself on Janet's thigh, desperately trying to think of a plan. "Okay, Peter, what are our options?" he muttered to himself, his miniature voice barely audible. He hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt for invading Janet's personal space, especially as she was still in her tight black and yellow outfit.
Before he could shake off the distraction, Janet stirred and slowly opened her eyes, spotting the tiny figure on her thigh. Her eyes widened in realization, and she swiftly recalled the events from the previous night. Without waking her sleeping husband, she made a quick decision and scooped up the tiny superhero, deftly tucking him into the back of her pants, right between her butt cheeks.
The dark, cramped space offered no comfort to the already flustered Spider-Man, who struggled to remain composed. Meanwhile, Ant-Man, now fully awake, sat up and rubbed his eyes, taking in the sight of his wife's determined expression.
"Janet, what's going on?" he asked, curious and concerned.
"Nothing, dear," Janet replied with a forced casual tone, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Just a tiny situation that I'll take care of."
In the enclosed space, Spider-Man let out a muffled groan of embarrassment, feeling completely trapped and at the mercy of circumstances beyond his control.
Option 1: Antman sees his Wife's big beautiful booty and asks if he can shrink down and explore her rear.
Option 2: Antman starts to struggle tickling the Wasp and causing her to laugh.
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