Pete and MJ and Katzenberg

As Peter Parker looked through page after page of the full, finalized divorce papers, he was shocked to see that all the necessary signed lines were completed by the divorcer: a one, Mary Jane Watson. There were yellow tabs on several of the sheets where it was indicated that the divorcee was also supposed to sign to complete this legal action: a one, Peter B. Parker.

The blood had drained out of Peter's face as he sat in the abandoned apartment. This hit him harder than a punch in the face from Thanos. This was a tougher hit than a punch in the gut from the Hulk. This was a mightier blow than getting a punch in the dick from Galactus. He sat there stunned, staring at the papers for a good hour before he was able to move again.

Getting up, he shuffled off to his living room, where in the dark he sat on his dusty, old couch. He pulled out his phone and staring at Mary Jane's cell phone number finally was able to press the 'Dial' button.

*breet* *breet*

*breet* *breet*

Mary Jane finally picked up.

"Peter," she said and left it open-ended.

It took a minute for Peter to respond.

"Peter? Are you there?" MJ followed up.

Peter took a deep breath and finally was able to say something.

"Mary Jane... divorce? why? I-I-I mean... I-I-I just don't get it... what..." he started out.

Mary Jane quickly filled the gaps in the awkward conversation.

"Look Peter... Can we not do this over the phone? I'm staying at a new place. I'll text you the address. Please come over and we can talk in person."

"But... but... but... MJ..," Peter tried to convey.

"Peter... seriously. Come to my place. We can talk," Mary Jane reiterated.

"Bye Peter,' she followed up as she ended the call.

Peter just stared at his phone as the screen showed 'disconnected.'

Within a matter of seconds, he got a text indicating Mary Jane's address. He looked at it closer, and it was a really fancy part of Manhattan, right across from Central Park.

He looked down at himself, still wearing the Spider-Man outfit he had been wearing for the past several months while he was away. Taking a tug of his costume, he took a big whiff and discovered he smelled like the worst B.O. on the planet. He smelled like he was working in sanitation for the Mole Man.

"Ugh." he said as he decided he would try and clean up before seeing Mary Jane at her new place.

One cold shower later, and after sifting through some boxes in his bedroom, he was able to get some decent clothes on. He had to figure out this eviction thing, but one problem at a time. The divorce from his current wife was kind of a bigger problem. One problem he needed to see if he couldn't fix first.

As he ducked the super on the way out, trying not to discuss his missing and owed rent, he hit the streets. After looking in his wallet immediately yelled out.

"FUCK!"

He had seven dollars to his name. Enough for a trip out there, but not back. He was Spider-Man, so it wasn't like he couldn't just web swing. But with his only uniform needing a complete decontamination, he'd have to do it au natural Peter Parker.

*Ahhh... the paper bag days* he thought.

Maybe it'll all work out, and Mary Jane would take him back and he'd be living there. Kind of a very optimistic plan, but Peter had to think with as bad as his life is right now... right now, it was bound to swing in the opposite direction soon. Right?

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Two subway trains and a bit of walking later, he finally reached the very, very luxurious apartment of Mary Jane Watson Parker, maybe soon to be just Watson.

Walking up to the doors Peter was abruptly greeted by the concierge. The well-suited man placing a hand on Peter's chest.

"Exxxxcuse me... one does not just come walking into the Manhattan Continental. Name?"

Peter a bit flabbergasted, looked at the man.

"Ohh... umm... Peter... Peter Parker for... Mary Jane... umm... Mary Jane Parker," Peter said explaining to the gentleman.

"Ahhh yes..," the man said as he peered over his glasses at Peter, seeing him as a ruffian and very underdresses to enter a building of this stature.

"One... *ahem* Peter Parker for Ms... Mary Jane Watson," the concierge corrected him.

Peter *chuckled*

"It's actually Mary Jane Watson hyphen Parker... She kept her last name for work stuff, but uhh,... yeah... married," Peter said as he showed off his wedding band on his finger.

The concierge did not care at all.

"Interesting," he said as he kept a plain-face stare at Peter. "Anyways, down the hall, first elevator, take it all the way until it stops."

"Uhh... what floor Mr. Doorman?" Peter asked.

"Doorman?" The concierge shook his head and *tsk'd*

"Until it stops," is all the concierge would follow up on seemingly happy to end his discourse with the scruffy looking Peter Parker.

Peter awkwardly stepped into the building and made his way to the elevator. When he got there, it only had one button, which he didn't even press. It just lurched upwards.

After taking him very high in the building, a bell dinged *ding* and an automatic voice spoke, "Penthouse Floor. Thank you."

The doors shuttered open, and Peter was looking at a marble vestibule with Persian rugs on the floor and golden candelabras. This place looked expensive.

*geez* Peter thought as he looked around.

"H-H-Hello?" he questioned.

"Come to the living room Peter," a voice that sounded like MJ came from down the hallway, "just follow the hall."

"Uhhh... O-O-Okay," he replied.

He could hear classical music from every part of the building. The speakers were everywhere and lightly pushing out the sounds.

Making his way down through the long hallway he could see pictures of Mary Jane on the wall. These were of all the photo shoots that she had been having. Large scale, framed picture of Mary Jane all over the hallway walls.

As he walked down the hallway he could see her in the high fashion shoots: the Vogues, the Cosmo magazines. She was dressed in the finest of formal wear, or the sexiest of dresses.

Moving down further, he would see her swim model shoots: the bikinis, the beaches, the barely clothed MJ.

After that, Peter was astounded. The next set of images made Peter buckle to his knees. It was full nude poses by Mary Jane. Her body on full exhibition as she twisted and turned picture after picture. She had never posed for anything like this in the past. In fact, she had been so opposed to the whole thing that it was commonly understood in the Parker household that she would never **** herself like that... or more to the point, like the images he was currently looking at. Mary Jane looked like a Playboy or Penthouse model.

He thought he had seen in it all until he finally made it into the living area.

When he looked around the room, it was an all-glass penthouse living room, with black leather furniture, plush rugs, a stocked bar, and an almost 360 view of New York city. At the center of it all was his wife Mary Jane nine months pregnant, glowing, wearing a skimpy and sheer baby doll teddy sitting on the couch with none other than... Nick Katzenberg.

"Come in... come in Parker... take a seat..." Katzenberg said as he sat next to his wife.

Katzenberg was wearing a black, silk robe with red highlights and a red waist belt.

Peter, now aware of where he was and who he was with. started to seethe a bit as he stared at his wife sidled against Nick.

Mary Jane noticing Peter, now obvious frustrations, spoke up, "Peter... look... I didn't mean for you to find out this way... honestly... I-I-I tried to work with you on fixing this... but it just... it just ... happened."

Mary Jane turned her eyes away from Peter and now looked at Nick. She grinned as she followed up, "It's just that.... Nick was there for me... He helped me out... loved my career... my freedom... and well... most importantly... me."

Nick looked into her eyes and they kissed each other on the lips. What should've been a sweet, lover's kiss slowly starting to delve into something more sexual as Nick slid his hands along MJ's thighs and another on her massive breast.

"EM JAY!" Peter yelled out, trying to break the make out session.

Mary Jane *blushed* as she wiped at her lips, "Sorry Peter... we do get carried away sometimes..."

"MJ... you're divorcing me... and you're with Katzenberg?!" Peter was in full disbelief.

Mary Jane eased herself off the couch, which was not easy at her size. Seeing her in her full outfit, Peter shook his head. You could barely see her panties at all due to her belly being so full, but she still looked like a knock-out... just a very sexualized version of the one he knew.

She walked over to Peter and held his hands, "Peter... I'm so sorry, but it's over. Whatever we had... is long gone. I'm just not happy with you Pete... I haven't been for a long time... Nick is the man I love," she said as she gazed over to him. Katzenberg was sitting legs apart, his massive shlong falling out underneath his robe.

"But... but... MJ..." Peter started out.

He was swiftly cut off by Katzenberg who got up from the couch and rushed over to his woman's side. Sliding his hand underneath her panty, he grinned and looked at Peter.

"Parker... look... it's over buddy... Red's mine now.... Just sign the divorce papers and get out... I-I-I can't stand the sight of this loser anymore honey," he said as he looked back to his woman.

Peter now furious, stepped over to Katzenberg, "Loser?! I'm no loser... I-I'm..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I know who you are ... Spider-Man... no one gives a shit," Katzenberg said as he waved his arms.

Peter was stunned, "Mary Jane you told..."

" No, no, no she didn't tell me. I fucking figured it out... You want to know why?...It's cuz' you're an idiot. Any moron could figure it out if they needed to... So look, sign the fuckin' papers and get out... Mary Jane has had enough of your shit... and so have I.."

Peter stood crossed arms. He looked over at Mary Jane.

"This is how you feel MJ?"

Mary Jane, one hand holding her belly, the other hand enclosed in Katzenberg's, nodded.

"Peter... it's over. Please just sign the paper. I think it's best if you leave."

Peter looked back at Katzenberg," I didn't bring the papers... so... I can't"

Katzenberg laughed," I knew you'd do that buddy... spare copy on the table behind you."

Feeling stuck with no options, Peter went over to the table and grabbed the pen. Before signing he had one last thought.

"But MJ... the baby... what will we do about... the baby?"

Mary Jane looked away from Peter and stood next to Katzenberg.

Katzenberg just smiled his sinister grin.

"You just don't get it... do you, boy?" Katzenberg asked rhetorically as he rubbed at her belly. "It ain't yours kid... It's mine."

Katzenberg let that fact set in, giving it a moment for Peter to understand what really has been happening while he was swinging around carefree as Spider-Man.

Katzenberg grabbed MJ's hand and made her hold his thick cock in front of Peter.

Mary Jane was caught off-guard, "N-N-Nicky..," but held it with both hands.

"I've been pushing this fat pipe inside of Mary Jane's very delicious, and very tight, snatch for the past year now. How the fuck do you think she could come back to your dick after experiencing this one? Buddy, I ain't shooting blanks. My guns are full of bullets, and your wife found out the hard way about how thick and potent my creampies are... Mary Jane is mine! Now and..." he looked at Mary Jane who was proud of her man standing up for her.

"Forever baby," Mary Jane added as she kissed him deep on the lips again.

They were passionate and holding each other tightly. Their hands wandering over each other's bodies.

"MMMfmmmmfmmm.....ohhh baby"

"MFmmmm.... yeah Red... MMfmmm...."

This wasn't the MJ he remembered, the wife he remembered, or the life he remembered.

Peter was left speechless. He had no words. There was nothing left for him to say or see in this room.

Looking down at the papers, he signed, and signed, and signed.

He dropped the pen and walked right to the elevator, saying nothing.

As he was leaving, he could hear the *moaning* of his wife in the background, the classical music playing wasn't loud enough to drown it out.

"ooohhhhhh Nicky baby.... yes.... yessss... yessssssssssss."

He got inside, his eyes starting to well up, let the doors close, and left them alone.

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