With the death of the queen, nature was out of balance. It in order to obtain equilibrium would create the perfect totem of the spiders. The mystical forces went to work as Peter why in his bed. As these forces manipulated and molded his body, Peter began to have a very vivid dream.
In his dream he was sweating. He was running from something, but he could not remember what. Fear too cold of his heart and the only conscious thought that he had was to run and not look back. As he ran he felt a strange wait begin to sway back-and-forth on his chest. At first he paid no mind as he was completely preoccupied with escaping. But soon he began to notice other changes as well, such as the widening of his hips, and his fatigue.
The weight on his chest was now bouncing wildly, and Peter was beginning to tire. He took a second to catch his win. He was heaving in and out. That was when he noticed that his chest felt very sensitive as it rubbed against his sweat soaked shirt. Confused and scared he looked down and found that he had grown gigantic breasts. His hands were fast to grab his newfound memories. When he began to feel his nipples, he let out a shutter and very girly moan.
he felt his groin become wet and instinctively put his hand into his pants. He realized at that moment that he was no longer male.
She continued running. Running from an unknown monster. Her new breasts bounced uncontrollably under her thin, sweat soaked dress shirt. She would trip, and scramble to regain control. She would cry and run. She wanted it to stop. It seemed like days that she had been running. She was tired of being scared, she was tired of crying like a little girl. After what seemed like weeks of running Peter finally decided she would simple lay down for this unknown monster to eat her.
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