MJ and the Spider
A Short What-if? by Steve the Z



Mary Jane Watson watched the class as they exited the science lab. Suddenly,
she gave a tiny shriek. Looking down at her hand, she saw a faintly glowing
spider jump from it to the floor and scurry away. There was a tiny red welt on
the back of her hand.

"Damn! That little bugger bit me!" she said.

She didn't feel well during the rest of that school day, and she walked home
in a sort of fog.

She refused dinner, told her parents she was sick and was going to bed.

She wore her usual night clothes, a pair of white panties and a man's t-shirt,
which was way too big for her and fell to just above her knees, but was very
comfortable to sleep in.

Laying down on her back, her head swimming, she immediately fell asleep.

The next morning when she opened her eyes she couldn't believe how good she
felt. She hopped energetically out of bed. On her way to the bathroom she
passed the full-length mirror on her closet door, and stopped dead in her
tracks.

"That can't be me!" she said, staring in rapt awe at her reflection.

The bottom of her t-shirt now came to a fraction of an inch below her crotch,
and she could just see the bottom of her panties. Her legs looked incredibly
long, and were also extremely well-muscled.

The t-shirt was stretched taut across her chest and shoulders, her huge, round
breasts pressed against the cloth, her nipples grape-sized bumps at their
apexes.

Her shoulders had more muscles than the biggest jock at school, and now that
she noticed it, her biceps were bulging even though her arms were hanging at
her sides.

Her long red hair was fuller, wilder, and hung well down her back. Turning,
she saw it was below her very shapely ass.

"What's happened to me?" she asked the air, her voice a low, sexy contralto.

Now she saw how her eyes were slanted, and her brows upswept at the ends,
giving her an unmistakable feline and evil countenenace. Her lashes were very
long and lush and perfectly curled. Her lips were red and full, and when she
tentatively smiled, the sharp tips of her lengthened canines gleamed whitely.

"Oh my!" she said, bringing a finger to her lips. She gasped, for two reasons.
One was at the sight of the black talon that now extended from the tip of her
finger, in fact, from all her fingers! The second reason was the view of her
bicep swelling into a softball sized mound of blue-veined covered power that
almost ripped through the formerly very loose sleeve of her shirt.

"I can't believe this!" she said, in that voice destined to send shivers down
the back of any man who heard it. "I've become some kind of monster, a freak!
It must have been that spider bite! That spider was from the lab, they did
something to it! Exposed it to radiation or something!"

She clenched her fists together in agitation, the talons snicking back into
her fingertips as she did, and her enormous biceps swelling demonstrably.

"Whoa!" she said, opening one hand and watching the sharp claws as she
released, then pulled them back in. "Well, that's handy!"

Somewhat self-conciously, she raised up her newly developed arms and flexed
her biceps, her evil eyes widening at the sight of the massive muscles she
caused to erupt.

"Wow! Look at the SIZE of those things! Boy, do I feel strong!"

She considered her options.

"There's no way my parents can see me like this! I'll have to sneak out of the
house and find someplace else to live! I wonder how strong I am!"

She found some old spandex shorts she hadn't worn in a long time and slipped
them up her her legs, marvelling at the size of her calves and thighs as the
fabric slid past them. They fit tightly around her sexy hips and ass, and in
fact felt pretty good. She ripped the T-shirt's bottom half off with ease and
tied it under her voluptuous breasts, which she now discovered were held up by
thick slabs of pectoral muscles.

"Well, I don't think a bra would hold these baby's in, so what's a few more
muscles when I've already got more then three times any football player at
school has anyway!"

Her sneakers still fit perfectly, since she was a girl and her MUSCLES had
grown bigger, not her feet or hands.

"Whew, that's a relief!" she said. "Who wants big feet!"

Her parents were still asleep, and she snuck down the stairs into the
basement. She could lift her dad's barbell up with one hand. It felt as light
as a feather. Counting the weights written on the plates, she added them up in
her head.

"That can't be!" she said, adding them up again and getting the same result.

There were three 25 pound discs on each side, and two 15 pounders.

"That's 210 pounds!" she gasped, tossing the bar up in the air and catching
it. "But it feels like ... like nothing!"

That night there was a break-in at the local costume and fabric shop. The
puzzled policemen stared at the door, which had literally been ripped off the
frame and neatly leaned against the wall.

Mary Jane stared at her reflection in the mirror she had bought with the money
she had 'borrowed' from the armored car parked outside the restaurant, after
her claws had sliced the rear door's locks to ribbons.

A black and red mask covered her face, with holes over her wicked eyes and
sensual, but cruel lips. Her hair was a huge flaming red braid hanging down
her rippling with muscles back.

A red and black thong leotard clung to the curves and muscles of her body like
paint, a silver spider logo curved across the magnificent expanse of her
chest. Her legs were encased from mid calf down in black, shiny boots with
impossible six inch spiked heels she found she had no trouble at all balancing
in. The red gloves she wore had the tips open, so she could bare her claws,
and there were oval holes at the wrists where she could project her webs from.

Smiling, she turned this way and that, admiring her 6'6" tall physique, now
pushed to an impressive 6'11" with the heels.

"Hmmm, I wonder what that Peter Parker boy would think of me now?" she mused.
"I think he likes me. Maybe I'll pay him a visit sometime!"

Two web strands shot out, and Mary Jane Parker, as The Spidergirl, leaped
through the open window and out into the night ... .which she owned lock,
stock and barrell.

THE END