Peaking out of the drain it found itself in a dark bathroom. It crept out of the drain in the sink and tumbled over the edge splattering against the tiled floor. Reforming its mass, the symbiote pushed itself under the door to the bathroom. Looking up from the ground the symbiote saw a a bed with a woman sleeping on it. It recognized her from Spiderman's memories, she was Storm the weather controlling mutant. The symbiote would have smiled if it had a face, a perfect host was laying completely vulnerable in front of it. Tendrils latched onto the frame of the bed and pulled the symbiote goo up the side. The ebony skinned woman tossed in her sleep knocking her blankets off her body. The white haired woman was dressed only in a night gown. The symbiote spread over the gown bleeding through the holes in the material on to her smooth skin. Storm moaned in her sleep, the warm embrace of the symbiote turning her on. Her hand reached under her gown and a perfectly manicured finger rubbed against her panties. In her dreams Storm was dancing with a tall handsome figure, the more it touched her skin the more she giggled like a school girl with a crush. The figure whispered to her calling her beautiful, intelligent, a true goddess. She leaned in and kissed the figure, she felt her self getting wet. In reality the symbiote caressing her nipples encasing her breasts in the jet black slime. A white spider symbol appeared on her chest, its legs reaching all the way to her back. Her nightgown had been torn to shreds by tendrils along with the rest of her underwear. She shivered as the symbiote glided over her crotch teasing her as it moved. The manicured finger pushing inside her became a razor sharp claw. Her muscles became more defined and sculpted as the symbiote consumed them. In her dream the figure broke the kiss.
"I can make you a goddess again, everyone will worship you like they used too. Just give in to me."
Both in and out of the dream Storm eagerly purred "Yes take me."
The figure embraced her, and the two became one right before Storm's eyes shot awake. She looked at her clawed hands, the black goo that hugged tightly against her skin. She could hear the voice of the figure from her dreams whispering in her head. She purred with satisfaction, she had never felt stronger, her body never looked hotter. Gazing into the mirror she saw her monstrous face, rows of teeth and white teardrop eyes and....
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