In the deep night of the facility, a figure silently creeps inside the laboratory. With a quick move, she knocks two of the scientists unconscious. Perfect. Complete silence.
It is Black Cat who came here. After a few weeks of surveillance, she finally manages to break in, alone, with the Venom symbiote still swirling inside the canister.
She is still donning her black skintight outfit, the cleavage slowly slightly to her prized breasts. She looks at the symbiote, that one outift she always longs for.
She squeezes her breasts, fondling them. Her costume is getting damp, her pussy is watering. The symbiote looks at her, curious.
She slids herself out from the costume, the skintight black suit dropping on the floor. She nudges her thumb on the glass canister. Before pressing on a big red button, with "Open" on it.
It slids open. Felicia, naked in the open, closes the door behind her.
The symbiote lunges for her. She spreads her arms open, embracing it. The two of them, alien and human, writhed on the floor. Felicia is sitting on top of the black goo, her pussy deep inside the pile of writhing tentacles, smashing into the horny thief's vagina, ransacking her femininity. She howls in the pleasure, kissing the symbiote. Venom welcomes the horny host, tentacles sprout upwards, swirling on top of her body, squeezing her, bonding with her.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She screams in ecstasy, Felicia having her breasts massaged and groped by the black tentacles. She holds onto a tentacle, swallowing it into her throat. The symbiote is expanding onto her body every moment, caressing it, pour itself onto the willing host. It animalistically crawls on her back, while on her torso, the symbiote melds itself with her C-Cup, cream-colored, flawless breasts, and her pink, small, erect nipples. Her body arches in the intense pleasure.
The symbiote swirls around her, forming a cocoon. Feint sounds of moans can be heard.
...
The transformation is complete. She-Venom is standing in the glass canister, the skintight suit showing all of her womanly curves. Her legs are slender and straight, ass rounder and firmer than ever, her waist unbelievably slim, her breasts dangling in midair from her torso, with the familiar white spider logo on them.
Her white hair is replaced by the bald scalp, in which the symbiote sealed the hair inside the suit. It gleams in the light, while her large teardrop-shaped eyes look outwards, her maw lining with rows of teeth, her tongue stretching out long like a snake.
Her hand forms into a claw, smashing the glass dome. They are now free.
"I am She-Venom!" She cackles. Venom and Black Cat are now in one. They are complete.