(Sorry. This idea came to me suddenly)
She...felt wonderful. Big and solid and strong and powerful...and she KNEW she was the true Kingpin of Crime. She was...
Mayvis Wilma Fisk stood before the mirror - a massive, Sumo-sized woman of looming aspect, she wore a tailored white suit with a diamond stickpin and diamond headed cane. Her silver hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and though ageing...she was
still hale, hardy and perfectly capable of crushing any man in her huge, powerful hands. She smiled, and there was little trace of the old softness. Instead, she thought of control and domination over the criminal empire she'd run for nearly 30 years. She
thought of her long dead husband Ben for a moment...then forgot him forever. She was a lesbian, after all...and she smiled as she thought of...
Vanessa Parker-Fisk slid up behind the massive woman and slipped an arm about her. Vanessa was tall and graceful, but utterly dwarfed by her massive lesbian wife. The Kingpin smiled and drew her close, kissing her deeply. She was Mayvis Wilma Fisk -
the Kingpin of Crime.
She smiled again as she remembered her nephew. Poor, pathetic Petunia Fisk. She had to protect him...
For his part, Peter was just confused. He was sleeping when the changes had started, and by the time it was finished...he was waking in a large bed, all bout him the familiar shapes of luxury. His Aunt (mother?) was rich and powerful, and...and...
His body shifted as his history (and his Aunts parenting style) changed. Mayvis had adopted little Peter after the 'accidental' deaths of his parents, but she had no intention of raising a smelly, loutish boy. She'd really wanted a daughter...so she'd
killed the boys bothersome parents and made their son her own. She'd worked hard to raise Peter to be the daughter she'd really wanted.
Peter (whose name she'd legally changed to Petunia when he was only 2 years old) brushed sleep from his eyes...his hand a soft, plump, dainty thing. He smiled and stretched like a cat, and two women stepped forward and helped him to his feet. Ever since
childhood his Aunt Mayvis had been feeding him huge meals tainted with drugs and hormones that had inhibited his growth, meaning that the being who stood there now wasn't even quite 5-feet tall. He was short...but not small. His meals were always heavy with
appetite enhancing drugs, and he'd been encouraged to gorge his whole life...creating the tiny yet massive little sissy who waddled daintily to his/her bathroom. Laziness and sloth were Petunias watchwords, and he/she stood silent - eating bon-bons and sucking
chocolate off thick, long-nailed fingers while the two woman washed out his/her soft, thick folds and heavy blubber. Though in his early twentys, Petunia looked for all the world like a obese yet tiny teenage girl, with his round features (surgery ensured
that he looked a lot like his 'Mother' Mayvis), cumbersome and soft body, and dainty, girlish manner. His long hair was no longer Peters mousy brown, but had been dyed a bright, shiny blond. The two woman brushed his/her hair out and set it in a sexy-looking
updo, then dressed his wide body in a silky red gown. They painted his face in smoky, sexy colors (he'd been raised to think of himself as a sexy girl, and he'd had MANY boyfriends over the years) and he/she waddled to breakfast while smoking a cigarette in
a long, red holder. His every thought was reduced to 'Be-sexy-(eat!)-be-sexy-(eat!)-Be-sexy-(eat!)' as he waddled in his oddly slinky hip-swaying, butt-shaking way. Tiny as he/she was, the high heels he/she wore gave Petunia such a wiggle.
At time, Petunia struggled with...something. Wasn't he smart? Wasn't he married? Didn't he fight crime? Wasn't he strong and fast? None of these ideas made any sense, as he'd never attended school during his early life, and his later years were spent
in a verity of sissy-training Charm Schools. He could read or write (with a loopy, girlishly-darling signature and a heart over the 'I' in Petunia and Fisk) and simple math was fine, but he had never been educated in anything beyond that. What he WAS was dainty,
girly and oh-so horny. As fat as he was, he was almost as wide as he was tall, but with his huge butt, massive breasts and sweetly sexy face, nobody but the people how raised him suspected that he wasn't female. He was a boi. A sissy-boi. A big, fat, soft
and sexy sissy-boi...
(I'm...not...this...person...)
But of course, he WAS this person. Body and soul. Lazy, spoiled and selfish ("ME! ME! ME!" she thought) he was the darling apple in the eye of Mayvis and Vanessa - the only other people of any importance. Somewhere in the back of the spoiled, greedy
sissy's head Peter Parker shouted and struggled, but all the outside world was was Petunia Fisk.
"Hello, Mummy..." he chirped in a high-pitched, childish voice as Mayvis and Vanessa entered the room. His heart skipped a beat as they hugged him and kissed him, before settling down to eat themselves. Peter Parker wanted to scream for help (I'm married!)
but he was also delighted to see them so happy...and pleased with him. He was their sweet, little princess, wasn't he?
Then someone kissed him again...but this time on the lips...and with tongue. Petunia Fisk leaned into the kiss like he'd been trained, and saw...Flash Thompson?
"Hey, baby-boi..." he growled as he kissed him again. Petunias nippled and tiny dickie went hard, and he squealed "Mornin' lover boy." as Peter reeled in shock.
"Man, I love poundin' that big, fat ass of yours, Petunia...suckin those huge tits...feedin' that big belly all th' cum it can hold."
Peter Parker began to scream...but outside, Petunia Fisk just petted his eyes and lisped "Leth have thum fun afta bweakfast, Flashie-poo. Then we kin go shoppin' an' stuff like dat, huh?"
Flash kissed him again...and Peter moaned in horror.