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The Sandman crept towards the Parker's loft. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. He slid his form beneath the cracked window and his sandy form poured onto the Parker's floor. He heard a scream coming from the bathroom.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Cried out Mary Jane from the tub. Her head the only thing she could keep in form.
The Sandman walked into the bathroom. He saw the head of Mary Jane Watson Parker in the tub, surrounded by beautiful sexy sand. He understood why he had been called here. "You look better than ever!" He smirked.
MJ recognized the villain. "YOU! YOU DID THIS!" She screamed and began to cry.
Sandman shook his head. ""Sorry toots, but this wasn't my doing, but I think I can help. Try and think of your body before the transformation."
Mary Jane didn't want this thugs help, but she was scared. She closed her eyes and imagined herself on one of her photo-shoots. Her lean body, a sight for all to see.
"That's what I'm taking about!" The Sandmand sneered.
The red-head opened her eyes to see herself standing in the tub fully nude, a sandy skin covering her body. "OH MY!" She cried out grabbing for a towel, but the momentary lapse in judgment caused her to lose her form. She fell into a sand dune in the tub.
The Sandman laughed, "You're going to have to work at this." He walked over to the shower and turned on the water.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Mary Jane's heart, wherever it was, beat fast. As she felt the water around her merge with her "sand" it became mud, she felt herself falling down the drain. The Sandman stood over her.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "I'll be here." He let his own form fall onto hers. Soon they were a mixture of mud and brown water. It felt so strange to the young model. She was flowing fast down the drain, being pulled by....by HIM!
She was taken through the drainage pipes, a muddy mess of sand and water. She was unable to keep herself together, but luckily, Sandman was there, and it actually gave her comfort. She felt safe in his care for the moment. He didn't seem to want to harm her.
Lord knows what he DID want. She wished she could talk to Peter. But what would she say. He'd probably have her locked up in one of that nasty old Dr. Richard's labs. She disliked the man, and how Peter looked up to him. She also disliked that wife of his.
Susan Richards was such a prissy goody too-shoes, and too good for the modeling gigs that MJ took. Susan was always asked first, by Maxim, Playboy, and the like always turning it down.
In fact, at the moment, for some reason, all she wanted to do was shove her new powers in the VAUNTED Fantastic Four's face. As she was guided more thoughts came to her. She had often envied Peter and his powers, wanting to know the life of a super-powered
being. Well, now she was one. Sort of.
She found herself poured into a small apartment. She could see through her 'dune' on the ground, but had trouble doing much else. She looked around at the apartment. There was sand all over the floor.
"It's not the Ritz, but it's something," Sandman said taking human form and walking to the fridge to grab a beer. He looked at the sand dune on the floor. "You gonna be like that all night."
Mary Jane Watson, in her rage against the Fantastic Four, and Susan Storm Richards, and all the high-and mighty heroes and heroines, found herself saying something strange. "Teach me to use this."
And so it began, that Sandman taught his new protege, and soon, he would teach her SOOOO much more.
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A week later....
"OH GOD MORRIE! OH MY GOD!" Susan cried as she rode the Hydro-man on his wet couch. She was riding him cowgirl style, bucking for all she was worth. She felt his hot seed fill her womb. It caused her fifth orgasm of the sex session. HEr eyes rolled and she
sighed as she plopped off his cock and sat next to him. He smiled and drank a beer.
Susan, fully nude, and soaking the couch looked at the screen. It was the midnight news. They had taken the day off of heists. But someone hadn't.
The reporter spoke loudly about "breaking news". "A new team calling themselves Sandstorm hit the Federal Reserve tonight. Police are baffled."
Susan looked over to Morrie with a raised brow. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
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