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Mac Gargan knew Spider-Man's secret identity now but he didn't want to attack him directly. He wanted the little asshole to think he was going crazy while his whole world went to shit around him. Turning the Black Cat into a drug-addicted hooker only he'd
recognize was good but that was just the start.
"Peter Parker, huh? First off, let's take away those powers of yours."
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Spider-Man had just landed on a rooftop when his Spider-Sense tingled like mad . . . then went silent.
"What the hell?"
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"I always thought you were a smart-mouthed little bitch - why not make it that way?" Gargan chuckled.
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Peter felt his body suddenly start to shrink and change. He abruptly went down from 5' 11" to a petite 5' 1". More noticeably he had become a she! A pair of huge tits, wide hips and a bubble butt jutted out under his spandex uniform and there was a decided
lack of certain things between his legs.
"What the heck just happened to me?" he said in a smoky, sultry voice. His lips felt ridiculously full and swollen as he spoke, rubbing against his mask. "What? My voice too? What the hell is going on here?"
***
"Still, it won't be any fun if he doesn't have any powers. Heh. I got an idea."
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Suddenly, his Spider-Man costume shrank and changed, becoming a pair of black opera gloves, a tight black and white one-piece bikini with bustier cups and a slingshot thong. Venom's white symbol covered the front of the tiny, skintight costume and a black and
white domino mask replaced his Spider-Man mask. His brown hair was still short but more of a pixie cut now than his old look. He licked his lips and was surprised by the size of his tongue. He caught a reflection of himself in a nearby skyscraper window -
he looked like a tiny, slutty stripper version of Venom!
"What is this? And why do I feel so . . . hungry? I gotta get somewhere private and figure this out!"
***
Mac Gargan grinned. As far as the world was concerned, Peter Parker was now Petra Parker, the Seductive She-Venom and any superhero or superheroine he went to for help would consider "her" a supervillainess. Of course, the real fun would start whenever "she"
tried to take off the costume and get help from her old friends like those science geeks or that cop chick Carlie Cooper . . .
***
The cheerful old man sat in his wicker chair at the Garage Sale awaiting a new customer. Things were going so well and he was just sure somebody else would come by soon.
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