Peter decides he wants to patrol... To hunt.

Sitting up and scratching his double chin, the hulking, overweight man thought on the question as the three women sat up and surrounded his cock, eager to hear his answer. Ever since he asked Venom to take away his guilt, it was like an animal woke up inside of him. He didn't care about his job, or career as a photographer anymore. Likely the damage he caused would be his 'official' resignation from the Daily Bugle. No, he didn't care anymore, and it showed when after he left his dark room, he had devoured a hotdog stand and several pigeons and frightened several people who caught him swinging overhead on his way back home, stalking the city like some terrible predator. He wasn't the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man anymore...

He was a beast!

One that wanted nothing more than to rutt and fuck as much as he wanted with as many females as he could get his hands on. Seeing the trio fawning over his erection and occasionally licking its tip affectionately, he could feel his balls tense, eager to bust and flood their wombs again. They smelled like him, having continuously been exposed to his cum, marking them as his mates. Mates, that's who they were to him now, packmates to hunt and feed with... And Breed. The mental image of the three even bigger and swollen with child made his cock veiny with arousal, their plump breasts swollen and spurting mother's milk down their slopes and down their bellies was a sight that made him hot and thirsty all at once. He swore he saw his three lover's eyes light up, as if they could SEE what he was imagining and squirmed sitting on their knees.

"I... I want to go out, stretch my legs and hun... Go on patrol, see if there's any bad guys that need to be taken down. I bet that would be child's play as big as we are now." Rolling onto his hands and knees, the four smiled at each other as he nodded towards the webbed up balcony at the back. "Besides, I'm still hungry, and there's nothing left to eat in our den."

Taking a look around, the four were rather proud of the fact the entire apartment had been stripped down and webbed over like the lair of some giant man-eating tarantula. Which would not have been too far off in their cases as they let the symbiote envelop their bodies again as they scurried and crawled towards the two glass doors and promptly smashed them out of their way. Escaping their burrow one at a time and crawling over the walls of the building, when all four were out in the night air and sniffed the scents carried in the wind, Peter raised his fist and shot out a thick strand of black webbing and swung off. His three mates following him as they made their way across the city.

In the dead of night, no one would have been able to see the four make their way from one tall building to the next, save for maybe the white in their costume reflecting off the lights. But their trip was not uneventful. More than one flock of pigeons met their doom when they took flight from the sight of the four massive creatures only to be webbed up in mid flight and swallowed whole, surprising MJ and the others that their mouths could stretch so wide when they shoved a dozen of the fluttering birds down their throat whole.

"Hmm... GREAT idea love, SO many flavors to pick from."

"Why order out when we can HUNT our food!"

But it still wasn't enough. For Peter, he wanted bigger prey, STRONGER prey, meatier. Peter was so hungry he could eat a horse... The idea almost graced his mind until he felt his spider sense go off. Looking down at the streets, he spotted a pair of speeding cars flee a robbery, and despite himself, he found his toothy maw salivating. Firing off a black rope of webbing from his arm, Peter swung from his perch with his mates following in chasing the two vehicles. The thrill of the hunt was making Peter's heart pound in his chest. Landing like a couple tons of bricks in front of the first car, Peter grabbed both sides of the speeding car and stopped it dead in its tracks while the car behind collided into the back, nearly flying over the first car like a crude ramp until the other venomized women webbed it up and had it hanging in mid-air. Hands big enough to grab the hood of the car like it was a book, Peter pried the metal off and pulled off the windshield and roof, ignoring the gunfire the four men fired at him as the symbiote absorbed the impacts, grabbing the driver with the same ease as pulling a bottle out of a cooler, the man screamed in panic as his gun went empty, staring up at the toothy grin of a monster licking his chop and breathing hard.

To his mate's pleasant surprise, they watched as Peter's jaw opened wide and he shoved the screaming man down his throat, shoving him in and grabbing his kicking legs as he struggled and failed to escape. Sucking him completely down and swallowing him whole, the 10 foot tall monster burped and looked to the three others in the car who desperately tried to undo their seat belts and jump out. One of them jumped out of the ruined car, only for a rope of black webbing struck his back and pulled him up into the hands of Cindy who grabbed him with both hands and shoved him into her mouth. MJ and Gwen did the same with the passengers of the car they had suspended in the air, devouring the criminals like frogs would to grasshoppers.

Still excited and hungry, Peter even began eating the roof and hood of the car, ripping off the wheels and biting down on them like donuts before the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. Frowning, Peter shot a line of webbing up into the air and swung away from the two stripped down cars, with his lovers following him up to crawl up the wall of a 100 story building and perch over the ledge to watch the police discover the remains of their meals.

"Well... THEY won't be stealing scratch tickets anymore..." Purred Gwen, nuzzling Peter's arm like a housecat and licking up the bulk of his arm and shoulder.

"Yes my love, this was a wonderful idea." Husked Mary Jane, pressing her breasts against the slab of his back and massage the back of his head with her fingers. "We could do this every night, like a pack of wolves feeding off dear..."

"Not enough!" Growled Peter, gripping the stonework hard enough to crack it under his strength. "I want to eat when I WANT to, not when the police show up."

Her eyes leering down at her lover, MJ smiled darkly. "What did you have in mind?"