Jennifer Becomes Big Jen

Suddenly Jennifer was struck with a horrible splitting headache that practically made her fall off her chair. "Agh my fucking head, what the fuck is this?" Jennifer slammed her hands on the table as a boiling rage filled up within her. It was almost like the sensation of when she hulked out, but this was different somehow; darker and more powerful.

Jen clenched her hands and her fingers dug into the metal table like it was made of paper. "FFFFFUCK!" the former she hulk yelled out, standing up and tossing the table so hard that it collapsed the entire wall on impact. Through the new hole in the wall a few police officers looked up at her with shock and fear, but instead of trying to explain herself Jen just threw her head back and laughed.

"Ahahaha what're you looking at you fucking pigs", Jen straightened up and cracked her knuckles. She felt fucking great, so strong and big, so completely free of restrictions. She looked somewhat similar to how she normally did when she hulked out, but now she wasn't green and was a whole lot more buff, a huge mountain of muscles wrapped in biker gear. Her sensible lawyer's pantsuit had been replaced with a black leather bikini top, short jacket with "Malice's Angels" embroidered on the back, miniskirt, and high heeled boots. A plethora of spiked leather bands over her throbbing muscles, a choker around her neck, and black lipstick and eye makeup really tied the bad biker bitch look together.

Big Jen licked her lips and menacingly approached the cowering cops in front of her, revealing a shiny tongue stud. The cops hesitantly drew their guns and opened fire, but the badass bitch simply laughed as they plinked harmlessly off her skin. "Outta the way pigs, I've got a gang to get back together!" Big Jen said as she plowed through them without mercy, heading through the prison to bust out the rest of her girls.

******

Peter panted as he landed in an alleyway; the past half hour had been such a rush. He dropped a black duffel bag on the floor and was briefly struck with a pang of guilt as wads of cash fell out of them. After he had taken a small bite at the convenience store it had felt so great that he had gone out and had similar run ins with another half a dozen robberies, saving the people being robbed, but making sure to take a piece for himself. The guilt went away and Peter actually started to get a bit aroused while looking at the cash, why shouldn't he get a little consideration for all his hard work, he went out every day and risked his life, he was owed some kind of recompense right?

"oh my gawd are you spiderman?". Peter turned around to see what could only be described as a bimbo; she had bouncy blonde hair, huge tits that looked about ready to spill out of her short pink dress. Her eyes were blue and vapid and she tittered around on 6 inch heels as she made her way towards him. "You're like, totes my favorite superhero Spiderman" she nestled up next to him and twirled her hair, feeling him up as she grinded against him.

Peter swallowed as the girl felt around his rapidly stiffening cock. Usually an encounter like this would be over by now, after all Peter was a married man... but what was really the harm in fooling around a little, after all he was a superhero so there was no problem in basking in the adoration.

In a blur the girl had her ass up and Peter was ramming it to his heart's content. "ggh, take it all you fucking whore" Peter groaned as he grabbed her hair and thrust into her even deeper and harder. He couldn't believe that he was cheating on his wife MJ like this, but at the same time the taboo was so hot that it was turning him on even more; in fact all sorts of dirty and perverse thoughts started to invade his mind as his thrusts quickened.

"F-fuck!" Peter exhaled as he burst his load in the bimbo, and as he did he changed somewhat. He seemed buffer and more dominant and his costume took on a slight change too, turning black in most of its blue areas. At the same time Peter's mind changed further, seeing not really much wrong with taking what he wanted, be it money, sex, or anything else.

As he swung home after the exhilarating encounter Peter thought about his wife briefly; plain plain Mary Jane. Sure she was beautiful, but at the end of the day she wasn't really... hot, or at least not how Peter wanted. His cock stiffened again as he started to think about some other girls, his mind lingering on a few villainesses in particular. Of course the ultimate dirty babe was Malice, Sue Storm's evil persona, Pete licked his lips thinking about her and the perverse pleasures she could offer...