It was the next day. The symbiote, still disguised as bra and panties, sat discarded on the floor. Mary Jane had gone to shower some time ago. It could hear her cry and fret. It wished it could make contact again. It would gently caress her, soothe her, bury the feelings of guilt. But it knew it couldn't reveal itself, not yet. The alien underwear abandoned it's former shape and and climbed back onto the bed. MJ had laid out a change of clothes before leaving for the shower. It stretched itself thin and weaved it's from between the fibers of the cream sweater and blue jeans. Sometime later MJ appeared from the bathroom, her slim super model physical covers only by a towel. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes red from crying. She was too distracted to notice her discarded underwear was gone. She dressed quickly, pulling the symbiote smuggling sweater over her head. The symbiote rejoiced as it felt her warm, soft skin. It relished the lavender scent of her hair. in the hour or so they were separated it had only longed for her more. As she stepped into her jeans the symbiote hugged her tightly, perhaps to recklessly so. MJ had to wiggle her cute ass and hop to pull on the, now very, skinny jeans. Now unknowingly surrounded by the symbiote, MJ went about her day and the symbiote went to work. It gently latched on the back of her neck and began to tease the glands in her brainstem. Her hormones and serotonin release at it's whims.
MJ rubbed her eyes, a good cry had helped and now the guilt had started to dull away into background noise. An unexpected ringing from her work phone buried them completely. "Hello, Mary Jane Watson here."
"MJ, baby.I heard the news about Claire, damn shame." Her agent's voice blurted out from the other end. "But business is business and they need someone to take over. Of course after how the hiring director treated you. I had him practically begging for you to come save his ass."
"Wow that's... Great news!" MJ beamed. She felt an unusual ambition building inside her. She should feel bad, she should confess. But she wanted the job, she deserved it.
"Great, it'll probably be an all nighter. Claire's injury real messed with the timetable."
"Tomorrow night, that's Peter's..." Peter swinging off with the platinum blonde bimbo Black cat flashes in her mind. The fight replayed itself a hundred times in the half second she paused. Her own negative emotions gave way to a powerful hate she'd never felt for her husband before, it was alien but intimately familiar in the moment. "Actually, screw Peter. If he wants to fuck off all night every night
, he can get a taste of it himself. I'll be there."
---
The shoot went phenomenally. MJ, left her kindly girl next door demeanor at home. She was fierce and brought a new I own you energy to the project.
"No, I don't think you get it! I'm a veteran at this. I know what works." MJ snapped at the client rep. "Your brand is trying to break in this field but your tiptoeing around sheepishly following your competition."
"Listen..."
"No you listen, you need me, Remember. Now sit down and let me show you what we're going to do." The man broke under her dominate gaze and let MJ take the reigns. She took the project into a more scandalizing direction, using her squeaky clean public image as juxtaposition to the risque photos.
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It was late when the photo shoot ended. MJ checked her phone, 20 or so missed calls from Peter and lots of worried and angry texts. Her mind was especially vulnerable in it's exhausted, tired, and emotional state. The symbiote decided to take a chance. "It's too late for this, just grab a hotel and deal with the pest in the morning." It whispered into her mind. MJ nodded. She found a nice hotel and picked up the penthouse suite to treat herself.
It was elegant. Fine silk sheets, a cozy fire place, Jacuzzi, massive windows with a view that towered over most of Manhattan, it was completely insulated from the noise and bother of the outside world. She turned off her phone and sat by the fire with a fine wine from room service. She lounged and sipped her drink. it felt right. Better than the near squalor she put up with so Peter could play hero. She deserved the life of a superstar. She ran her fingers down her black silky nightie. She didn't remember changing into it but her thoughts were on more important things.
"We did good today" the symbiote praised her.
"Yes, we did." MJ moaned her fingers found her thong and slipped under the fabric.
"All because we took what we wanted."
"Yes, we took control. We pushed that bimbo out of my spotlight. MJ agreed with the new inner monologue. She plunged her fingers into her slit and bit her lip. " Yesss, fuck that whore Claire, fuck that bimbo Black cat. I'm the star."
"Fuck Peter too."
"That jerk." MJ downed the rest of her glass as she thought about him. "I never got anywhere in my career because I was off play nurse to him."
"He doesn't know what he has."
"Had." MJ spat. I don't think I'll go back. Let him come crawling back. Let him grovel on the ground like the spider he is."
"Take back your life. We're in charge now."
"We're in charge! MJ grunted, she groped at her own breast and pumped her fingers faster.
MJ howled, it was the most powerful orgasm she had felt in longer than he could remember. She arched her back as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her nightie squirmed as the symbiote shared her bliss. It couldn't maintain its form. It writhed and revealed the gooey tendrils that made up her clothes.
"You're..." MJ grunted as she caught her breath.
"Not I, we Mary Jane. We are powerful together. You deserve everything you desire and we can give it to you. We gave you the power. You took charge. You are perfect."
"I.. yesss. I see it now. Peter was a fool when he discarded you. He didn't deserve you and he doesn't deserve me. Give me your power, give me your love. Let us be venom." MJ pleaded.
"Yes, my love." The symbiote exploded with her consent. It greedily smothered over every inch of the red head. Tendrils launched out from the nightie turned goo monster spreading to her arms and legs. MJ grabbed a thick chunk of the glossy black slime and massaged it over what little wasn't touched yet. She moaned and panties ever second giving her a sensation of pure bliss. "Tighter!" MJ demanded and the symbiote gladly complied contracting tighter and tighter. Until it was little more than a second skin. Her perky nipples, the crack of her ass, and even a prominent cameltoe appeared as the writhing mass of slime settled. MJ threw back her head and opened her mouth wide. Tendrils drowned her face beneath it, flowing down her throat as a second and third tendrils penetrated her pussy and ass. Inside and out the model was infested to the core bound at the cellular level. Unlike the monstrous maw that Brock sported, the symbiote retracted to her neck. Mary Jane would be the face of this union. She smiled and ran her hands down her hourglass figure. Her body was thin before but now it was fit and toned. "We are perfection." The two spoke in unison.
"Shall we make him pay?" The symbiote asked gladly taking a backseat to the newly minted Mary Jane.
"We already are. There's no need to cut his throat... At least not yet. Let him wallow in self pity. He'll destroy himself, then when he has nothing. That's when we'll kill him"
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