She doesn't

Peter's eyes fluttered open, disoriented and confused. "MJ? What's going on? I had the strangest dream..."

Her voice trailed off as he caught sight of her transformed body. Peter's eyes widened in horror as she took in the enormous breasts heaving on her chest, the smooth feminine curves of her new form.

"Oh god," Peter whimpered, voice high and breathy. "It wasn't a dream. What's happened to me?"

Before Mary Jane could respond, Craig stepped forward, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "What's happened is you've become the bitch you always were deep down," he sneered.

Peter recoiled at the cruel words, instinctively trying to cover her exposed body. But there was no hiding the dramatic changes. Her delicate hands looked tiny and fragile as they attempted to shield her massive breasts.

Craig's grin widened as he watched Peter squirm uncomfortably. With deliberate slowness, he began to unzip his fly. The sound seemed deafening in the tense silence of the room.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked, voice trembling.

Craig didn't respond. He simply pulled out his enormous cock, letting it flop heavily onto Peter's face. Peter gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer weight and size of it.

"Time to put that pretty new mouth of yours to work," Craig growled. "Suck it, bitch."