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Frost chats with the Queenpin

by burke_rakers
Storyline Wedding of the century
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Previous Chapter The Queenpin gets a visit from Frost.

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   Nanny Petunia giggled, his big body - perfectly womanly with it's wide hips, fat thighs, big belly and wobbling tits...save for his tiny penis - jiggled and shook as he fulled over the baby girl. Nanny Petunia was so happy that he was grown-up enough to accept the change in relationships between his former wife and himself. The massive and queenly Marion Janet Fisk deserved to be with the hunky young Frost. Granted, he'd had to go to Madame Cougar for some training first, but now he accepted - even delighted - if his new position and duties. His large, rotund body was squeezed into a sturdy, pink uniform with lots of lace and flowers, his chest grew huge, milk-filled breasts (all the better to feed little May Fisk) and his new duties were 'Care for May Fisk' (who would never be cursed with the knowledge that the worthless Peter Parker was her father, but would always love her jolly Nanny Petunia) and 'Cook our meals'.

   He put the child back in her crib, and glanced at the unrecognizable woman reflected back in the mirror. He was still a male, but nobody would ever even suspect that with his new body. Not with his hair pinned up under his lace cap. Not with his face so drasticly changed. His nose was now large and blunt. His mouth wide and smiling. His lips thick and full. His eyes tiny and piggish. He wasn't Peter anymore. He was just big, stupid-looking 'Nanny Petunia'. His Aunt loved his new appearance, and encourged him to find some big, hunky beast to start humping his ass regularly, and soon he was the favorite fuck of most of the buildings staff. He didn't care. He was always happy and he loved everyone.

   Marion Janet Fisk and her lover Frost thought Nanny Petunia was a real sweetie, and both told him so every day. Nanny Petunia would giggled and fuss with his hair, so happy that he thought he'd cry.

   Frost had moved into the Fisk household, and was always hanging on the big womans arm. Delighted to have an important lover, he was even happier to learn that Fisk had bought him from Madame Cougar. The thought of being Frost Fisk made the hot, young stud weak in the knees, and he even began to hold little May Fisk in his arms. As the tiny girl began to learn to speak, she begun to call Frost 'Daddy' and he never corrected her. Nanny Petunia never thought of correcting her either, pleased that her daughter would grow up with a REAL father, and not a stupid clod like him. He even encouraged the girl to always call Frost 'Daddy' and even 'Father'. 

   Marion Janet Fisk rewarded the lumbering she-male Nanny with a new husband, and soon Petunia was enjoying the company of the fat, slovenly, chain-smoking reporter Nick Katzenberg. One wedding later, and Petunia Katzenberg was being nightly taken in his big ass, moaning and panting as his new husband humped his massive bottom. Another surgery, and the fully female 'Petunia Katzenberg' was enjoying 'her' new vagina. One last surgery to implant her with an artificial womb, and the new woman was hauling around a child of her own. Twins, in fact. 

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   Matti Murdock liked the attention of the handsome Leland Owlsley. The courtly villain began seeing him often, and didn't mind that he had such a tiny penis, and soon Matti was wrapping his plump lips around Lelands cock, or Leland was taking him up his big ass. Leland didn't mind that he was a vain, silly little boi-bitch with a head full of stuffing and a bottomless craving for dick. Soon they were married, and Matti Owlsley was joining Leland on his nightly prowls, dressed in a dark red costume with a tail and cat ears. As 'The Owl' and the 'Pussycat', they made an effective team, stealing whatever they wanted and fucking the rights away. Matti was proud to be thought of as such an effective burglar, never once even dreaming that a life of crime was wrong.


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