J. Jonah Jameson gritted his teeth as he puffed on his cigar and studied his computer screen. Things were going crazy. Heroes, villains, they had all gone nuts! And Spider-Man. Of course Spider-Man was involved! Jameson just needed to figure out exactly how this was--
"Hey, Jonah. How's it hanging?"
Jameson leaped to his feet as he saw Spider-Man swing into the room, followed by a series of floating video cameras.
"What do you want?" Jameson asked.
"Just a little fun," Spider-Man grinned. "But first...."
He yanked off his mask and J. Jonah Jameson gaped in shock. "Parker!"
"That's right, Jonah. I'm Peter Parker. And I've finally had enough of your shit!"
A strange wave washed over Jameson and he felt his body shift like clay.
"W-what... what's going on?"
"We're going to have some fun and everyone will know," Peter grinned. "Everyone will know what a bitch you are."
"B-bitch?" Jameson moaned, his voice now much higher, and he gripped his huge pair of tits that were straining against his jacket.
"Let's hear you moan, JJJ."
* * *
Emma Frost, the White Slut, cooed. She felt so good. So pretty and sexy and good. She was sooooo thankful to her mistresses for making her feel like this.
But she also felt empty. Soooo empty.
"Something wrong, Emma?"
"Need cock! Please, can I have some yummy cock? Pretty, pretty please?"
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