Symbiote

Gasping, Felicia Hardy sprints into an abandoned warehouse. Her skintight leather suit is torn and her stomach is bleeding. A lone, lumbering figure drops in front of her. It’s a monster, with white eyes, and a red tongue that swirls across Felicia’s face and slips into her tattered suit. The monster started to liquify, and it coursed along Felicia’s arms, and a woman drops onto the floor, groaning.

The black monster swirls around Felicia’s incredible body and shoves itself down her throat, and it forms a black bodysuit around her, which enhances her growing tits, and thickening hips. The suit retracts back into Felicia’s mouth, and she checks herself out in the puddle of water on the floor.

“Nowwww.” Felicia hisses, her newly possessed body a vessel for a creature of darkness and lust. She shudders, and grins, her long tongue slithering out.

“We are She-Venom!” Felicia screams and she swings off into the night. The symbiote forces her to call Jason Wall.

“I’m in trouble. Can we meet?” She-Venom purrs.

“Sure. I’m in Florida right now, but I’ll send a jet. It’ll be about five hours.” Jason answers. She-Venom grins wickedly.