Mary Jane waits for Craig to come by

Mary Jane paced anxiously as she waited for Craig to arrive. When he finally sauntered in, a triumphant smirk on his acne-scarred face, she rushed over to confront him.

"Craig, what the hell was in that vial?" she demanded. "Look what it's done to Peter!"

Craig's eyes widened as he took in Peter's transformed body sprawled on the bed. The enormous breasts, the delicate features, the shapely hips. His smirk grew even wider.

"Holy shit," he chuckled. "That worked even better than I thought it would."

"This isn't funny!" Mary Jane hissed. "You said it would just make him temporarily impotent, not turn him into... into this!"

Craig shrugged nonchalantly. "So it was a little stronger than expected. What's the problem? Now you don't have to worry about him trying to fuck you with his pathetic excuse for a dick anymore."

Mary Jane felt a flare of anger at Craig's callous attitude. "The problem is that I'm married to him! What we have - what we had - " she corrected herself, motioning to Peter's **** form, "That was supposed to be forever. This thing with you? It only lasts as long as this retreat."

Craig's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is that so?" he growled, advancing on her. "You seemed pretty eager to be mine forever when I was balls deep in your tight pussy earlier."

Mary Jane stood her ground, even as her body responded traitorously to Craig's proximity. "That was just sex," she insisted. "Amazing, mind-blowing sex," she admitted, flushing. "But it doesn't change the fact that Peter is my husband. The man I pledged to spend my life with. The man I love!"

The realization hit her all at once. She had made a terrible horrible mistake giving into her lust like she had.

Craig's eyes flashed with anger as he towered over Mary Jane. "Just sex? You think what we have is just sex?" he snarled. "I've ruined you for any other man, Red. You're mine now, whether you want to admit it or not."

He grabbed her roughly by the chin, forcing her to look at Peter's **** form on the bed. "Look at him," Craig sneered. "Look at what a pathetic excuse for a man your husband has become. Those huge tits, those wide hips - he's more woman than you are now."

Mary Jane tried to pull away, but Craig's grip was iron. "Tell me, do you think he could satisfy you now? Do you think that tiny little nub between his legs could ever compare to my massive cock?"

"Stop it," Mary Jane whimpered, but Craig was relentless.

"Face it, Red. Peter was never man enough for you, even before. Always running off to play hero, leaving you alone and unsatisfied. When was the last time he truly fucked you? Made you scream and beg for more?"