Gwen slid the lid to one side and reached into the tank. The massive spider didn't move as her hand approached it. She reached out and gingerly touched it's carapace. The spider shifted slightly but didn't recoil. The shell of the spider was hard and smooth, more like a beetle. Gwen ran her fingers along it, loving the sensation of the smooth material against her sharp black nails. She glanced at her nails for a second, were they sharper than earlier? It was almost like they had formed points, like claws! She brushed the though aside, she could always cut them if she wanted.
As she stroked the spider Gwen came to a realisation, since she'd been bitten she'd felt fantastic, stronger, sexier and now she wanted more. She wanted it to bite her again.
Suddenly Gwen heard a noise, someone was coming. Quickly she replaced the lid to the tank and scuttled around the back of a desk, hiding herself. Poking her head out slightly Gwen spotted the person who had disturbed her. She recognised her instantly. It was Debra Whitman, one of the scientists who had shown her around the day before. Hidden behind the glasses and tied back blonde hair was quite a sexy woman, thought Gwen before stopping herself, sexy? Since when did she think of women as sexy? She couldn't deny it though, the scientist who yesterday had just been 'some scientist' was now, in Gwen's mind, an object of desire.
Debra was mumbling to herself as she approached the tanks.
"OK big girl, time to take you apart and see why you're so aggressive. I mean really, eating all our modified spiders like that! Who knows what all that mutagen did to your insides. Anyway, it's nothing you won't hide from a sharp scalpel and a few pins is it girl?"
Gwen wheeled, they were going to kill the spider, kill it and dissect it! She had to stop them. Gwen realised she'd been gripping the metal leg of the desk, she released her grip and saw she'd bent the metal. There were punctures where her nails had been pressed against the leg. She realised, she was strong now, she could stop Debra easily. Slowly Gwen rose from her hiding place.
"Get away from her you bitch," she snarled.
Debra let out a frightened squeal and span to see Gwen stood, holding a pair of sunglasses in one hand and staring at her with pitch black eyes. Gwen's lips parted slightly to reveal a pair of sharp fangs.
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