Peter's Plan Invovles another New York Heavyweight

Wilson Fisk looked out over New York City from his office at the very top of his tower. How many times had he been thrown down to the streets below, where he had started his life as merely a thug in a gang of foul-mouthed street toughs, only to rise back up again. One would think that the people of New York, its so called 'heroes' would have realized by now that he was destined to rule this city. That his control on crime ensured that it ran smoothly. His entire network existed not just to keep the criminals doing what they did best but also protect the innocents. Because only a fool would believe that they could dominate all and make every last living being their loyal subject. No... that was what fools did. Far better to control just enough.

Only now something had changed and he didn't like it. Spider-Man had stopped patroling and in his place there were rumors that the beast Venom was about. Along with other symbiotes. The savage hunter was not one that worked well for his plans; not that Spider-Man did either but he had learned how to deal with him. Send a few supervillains out to cause trouble and the wall crawler focused on them while he was able to have the rest of his empire carry on. But now Venom was around? That... that meant all new plans.

It didn't help that there were rumors that this Venom was... different. One foolish thug had even dared to claim that this new Venom and his partner looked like the Kingpin himself. He knew that was a knock against his size and Fisk had ensured the man paid for that joke. He was currently down in the basement, a feeding tub pumping a never ending slurry into his belly until his body popped like a balloon. A lesson for others.

Still, this new Venom-

The wall behind the Kingpin exploded, sending him smashing against the large glass window he was staring out, causing it to crack. But he didn't even get a chance to fear it would shatter as something grabbed hold of him and yanked him back before he felt his arms pressed against his sides and he toppled to the ground.

As he blinked back stars he was greeted to the sight of four sets of black bare feet, each toe ending in a wicked looking claw.

"Hmmm... looks like Fisk has a foot fetish," one voice purred, deep and savage.

"Not that that's a bad thing," another female said. "You liked what I did with my tongue last night... I thing you're developing one yourself Cin."

The first chuckled at that. "I think we're developing all sorts of new fetishes, Gwen."

Fisk slowly raised his eyes. Thick pillar legs where there was no way to tell when the ankle stopped and the leg began. Thighs so bloated it was a joke to call them 'meaty'. Three of the figures had dripping black slits between their legs with hairy pubic bushes while the final one had a cock that was nearly 2 feet long and testicles that were as big as Wilson's fist. Massive guts that didn't sag but rather stood out full and proud, matching gigantic asses. Huge breasts even on the male, topped with white nipples. Huge bulbous heads with wide fanged mouths, three of which were topped with long red, blonde, and black hair.

"Hello Willy," the male said, licking his lips.

"Venom," Fisk said. "This was daring of you... and stupid."

"Oh?" the male asked.

"Crashing through that wall alerted my guards. They are already coming."

The females all grinned at that before turning as one. They were surprisingly fast for how massive they were. The moment the doors opened the three leapt at the guards and Fisk could only stare in shock as the females actually DEVOURED his men, slurping them down like spaghetti! And as they did so they began to grow larger. They had been 10 feet tall when they'd arrived and looked to weight near a thousand pounds but they all surged up another 18 inches, their curves becoming greater as they bulked up.

"See," the male stated, "my family and I are still growing girls and boys and we need a steady source of food. And then I remembered that you have an entire criminal network ripe for the picking. Pretty easy to give them the command to be at the right location... and then hunt them down like lambs. And with your corrupt cops we won't get bothered at all." He shrugged. "And our apartment was getting kind of cramped."

"Very cramped," the red head said. "And if we decide to invite more into our pack... or have a few kids... we'll need the space." She lifted out Fisk's chair, her jaw opening like a cobra's as she ate it. "And this will do."

"And you expect me to help you?" the Kingpin demanded, trying to work out how to spin this to his advantage.

The male shook his head. "Come now Willy... you just saw my girls get bigger... what kind of alpha would I be if I didn't match them pound for pound."

Fisk's eyes widened as he heard that stupid nickname. Only one person used that. "Spider-Man?"

"Not anymore," the male said and the last thing Fisk saw was the male's mouth.