The Incredible Weight Of Massive Talent

You ever heard of the phrase “crushing” weight? Well… that’s kind of how I feel right now!

Standing on top of my apartment building, wearing a brand new costume that I gad just designed, staring off into the New York City skyline with only one thought in my head… Jump.

Ok, that may sound a bit more depressing than I meant without context. But still, the thought remains the same. I close my eyes, I spread my arms wide and send up a quick prayer as I bend my knees and jump… praying that these new things I designed work. I extend my arm wide to the side, take a sharp breath, and then push two fingers back and-

THWIP!

Holy shit… holy shit it worked! My eyes widened as a long white strand shot out from my newly designed wrist launcher and connected to the side of my neighboring building. Just a few simple midair calculations and…

Woosh!

Holy shit! I’m swinging! Oh my God I am actually swinging! This is so cool! My eyes began to wander as I swung above the city streets, occasionally hearing the sounds of ooh’s and aah’s as the occasional civilian notices me above them. This is so cool! I can’t believe that this actually works!

I spent hours swinging around the city, testing different moves and angles for the perfect arch and sway, but then as the sun started to set I knew that I needed to head back. I was just about to land at my apartment whenever I heard it, a scream.

It was like my body reacted on its own. I landed on a light post just outside on my street and quickly began to look around, scanning the area as I try and find the source of the yell. Very quickly I saw our neighborhood bodega, front window completely shattered, and the door practically ripped off its hinges.

The owner needs help! I need to call somebody… maybe with my new powers I could find a police officer quick! Or… or maybe… maybe I could be the somebody… Could I… could I help them? I looked down at my hands for a second, and before I could even have a second thought I leapt off the post and landed just in front of the shop to a very… interesting sight.

The bodega owner, Ms. Johnson, was on her knees giving a blowjob to a much larger, more dangerous looking woman. She didn’t look like she was enjoying it… but the loud wet slobbers of her mouth told me that the other woman probably was.

Her partner was standing above her chuckling, her body turned to the register as she emptied out the cash and began shoving it inside of a grocery bag left on the counter. Every once in a while she had let out small moans as Ms. Johnson seemed to hit a particularly sensitive spot. Obviously the two women hadn’t noticed me yet… so I guess it’s time to make my grand entrance.

“Ma’am…” I say, getting the larger woman’s attention as she pulled her focus away from the register and towards me. “I know they say the customer is always right but, don’t you think this is a little too far?” I had to think fast, and without even thinking of the effectiveness of my move I sent out a quick web and let it connect to the bag of money on the table, yanking it off and towards me to grab her attention more… which worked a little to well.

The robber grabbed Ms. Johnson by the hair and threw her to the side, letting out a quick grumble as she stepped out from behind the counter and faced me, giving me a better view of her. She was big, much bigger than me, with large muscles, and a fat bulging cock that looked almost angry I took it away from the nice warm mouth that was pleasing it.

“And who are you supposed to be?” The thick, gruff voice responds as she begins to step closer, her cock bouncing with every step, sending quick slobbers of saliva bouncing off of it. “You look like if Elektra signed a deal with Brazzers.”

My cheeks turned a bright red and I took a quick look down at my outfit. It was an upgrade from my old wrestling gear but… while it hid my identity, it did leave very little else to the imagination. In my defense I didn’t exactly have a fuck ton of material on hand when I was making it! And… I may had been watching some Naruto when I made the original design!

“Maybe you’d like to donate some of that money you were stealing so I can make some upgrades?” I chuckle quickly. “Or… maybe you can let that poor woman have her money back and stop using her like a fleshlight? I think humans kinda need to breathe.”

The robber only chuckles at my retort as she glances down to Ms. Johnson, lying pathetically on the floor. She grabs her by the hair, which pulls a quick yelp out of the older woman’s lips, and holds her out in front of her as if she was presenting Ms. Johnson like a prize.

“Does it look like this slut wasn’t enjoying herself?” The robber chuckles as Ms. Johnson let’s out small gasps and whines underneath her, the woman’s much larger cock practically eclipsing her face now. “Because I think we were just having a bit of fun!” She smacks her cock against the woman’s forehead, and for half a second I could see her eyes as they dart towards me, pleading… she needed help.

“Sorry ma’am…” I say softly, before sending two more webs and letting them connect to her stomach, before pulling her away from the robber and practically flinging her behind me unceremoniously to the floor… ok that’s something I need to work on. I then turn back to the robber who turned from amused to angry as she began stomping towards me.

“I told you, Ninja, I wasn’t done with her!” She whips her fist forward and, for almost a split second, I felt a pulse at the base of my spine. I felt it yesterday when Faith was about to hit me during gym. I take a shot in the dark and I move to the left, quickly dodging the woman’s punch. She then whips around and tries again and, again, another tingle, and I dodge. “Stop moving you brat!” She growls as she tries to punch me again, and I once again move.

“Sorry, no can do!” I say quickly, as I instinctively whip my leg around and kick against her thighs, taking the woman to the ground as I stand up tall. “Knuckle sandwiches don’t do good on my stomach, but Ms. Johnson makes some delicious hoagies if you want!” I chuckle as I stand over the woman, but next thing I know I feel her hand grab my ankle…

Note to self: See if I can web down appendages after knocking them down…

Next thing I know I’m thrown to the floor, face down, ass up, as the robber begins to stand again, hobbling slightly as she tries to catch her footing. “Alright, that’s it! Enough talk!” She growls and lunges at me. Another tingle, and I roll to the side and barely avoid her lunge as she smacks her head on the floor.

“No more talk?” I ask, learning from my mistake as I web her feet and hands to the floor, holding her in place as she begins to groan and strain against the webs. “Then what’s the point of all of this then?” I chuckle, before turning back and running to Ms. Johnson who had just now begun to get up off the ground.

“Young lady… I…” She says breathlessly, as she takes a quick look around her store with a sigh, wiping a bit of the robbers precum off of her chin. “How can I thank you?” She asks softly as I help her to her feet. I could feel a warmth growing in my heart as I saw her look up at me, a look of pride, and thanks.

“No thanks necessary ma’am.” I say, taking a quick step back and looking back at the robber with a proud smirk. “Just make sure you get the police here quick. Not sure how long those are gonna hold.”

She nodded quickly and began racing to the store phone, before looking back at me. “May I ask your name, sweet heart?” She asks, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Spider-Woman…”

I… I am the Spectacular Spider-Woman… and I… won’t be… crushed by a stupid fucking elevator!

I felt the warmth in my heart grow again as the strain of my muscles began to give way. The tons of scrap metal above me began to bear down heavy, but I’ve been through worse. This wasn’t gonna be the end of me… I had people to save, and a city that needs me.

With a quick grunt I plant my feet on the ground, take a deep breath, and begin to lift higher, and higher, until I was able to stand with the elevator on my shoulders, leaving my hands free. I webbed the sides of the walls to try and hold it up, only for a few seconds, to give me just enough time to pry open the doors and fall down into the lobby once again before my webs broke, and the elevator crashed down into the basement.

“I… am the… Spectacular Spider-Woman…”