A tall BBW with astonishingly huge breasts stood in a warehouse, clad in a white suit that displayed her voluptuous figure a bit too well for propriety. She wasn't entirely sure what to call herself; yesterday she'd been Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime,
but these names no longer fit her obviously now-female self. Still, it had enabled her to arrange the current meeting. Now if only the ones she had summoned would arrive...
The...Queenpin...yes that would do for now, showed no emotion as her guests trickled in. First came the Shocker, once a "sparkplug" and now a petite beauty, her exquisite body exposed by a costume that had replaced quilts with fishnets. She was accompanied
by a towering amazonian beauty, clad in skintight grey that covered everything but her lovely face, yet left nothing to the imagination, a large white horn thrust proudly from the top of her head; the Rhino.
The next woman to enter wore an equally skintight outfit, albeit one that was midnight black, and featured cut-outs in the shape of a large, long-legged spider in both front and back, exposing plenty of skin. Venom licked her luscious lips with her long, long
tongue; both now seeming less scary and more sexy. She leered at the three beauties already waiting. They leered right back, as libidinous and bisexual as she was.
Doctor Octopus was the next to arrive, short and voluptuous (though less so than the Queenpin), wearing nothing but her trademark glasses and a labcoat, slit in the back so her robotic arms were free to move. She crossed her arms across her ample chest, and
sat silently. Behind her came Kraven the Hunter, toned and athletic, wearing the same costume as before, albeit altered to flatter her now-feminine self. The Sandman, or whatever name you'd use now that she was female arrived last. She had a body like a porn
star, a face like a supermodel, and wore only a green-striped babydoll.
The Queenpin cleared her throat.
"Welcome," she said. "By now, you have all realized that you all lust after Spider-Man, and want nothing more than to be his obedient sex slaves. I have gathered you, the Sinister Six..."
"Submissive Six," Doc Ock interjected. "Sinister Six no longer applies."
The Queenpin frowned, but went on. "Very well. I have gathered you, the Submissive Six, so that you can more easily achieve your desired goal."
"Hang on," Shocker interject. "Whaddya mean 'you'. Don't you want to fuck the Wallcrawler too?"
The Queenpin nodded. "Yes. But I want Daredevil even more. Once we are done here, I intend to pursue him. Gathering you together and giving you the means to serve Spider-Man will vicariously allow me to satisfy that urge. And speaking of which; may I introduce
said means.."
On cue, a luscious figure stepped out of the shadows; the Black Cat, now sporting a bosom even larger than before, the neckline of her catsuit now plunging beneath her navel.
"Hello, ladies," she purred. Queenpin smiled.
"Miss Hardy knows Spider-Man's true identity, a secret she has agreed to share."
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