ASM: My Big Fat New York Wedding FINALE

As New York City began to see nightfall, a figure watched over, hovering on a bat-like glider, and chuckling to himself like a madman. If it wasn’t obvious the Green Goblin had returned before; it was now.

Adjusting the Winkler device, an object made to persuade the minds of others, Norman Osborn needed to make sure his new crown could reach anywhere to influence his newest victims on their rampage.

The masked villain could “see” where they all were. Gayle Watson was taken into custody in the hospital, still demanding food. Osborn could free her if he wished, but if Gayle broke free she could reveal his plans and location! Better safe than sorry.

Betty Brant and Liz Allan were still eating tons upon tons of food across the city. Gwen Stacy was currently putting away a Chinese restaurant, every meal adding to her grand waistline! Her hips were widening more and more in every restaurant she cleared. It would be impressive if Norman cared about doing anything else than making a fool of what Mary Jane believed. 

Speaking of, it's been too long since we’ve checked on that redhead… Goblin flew back down to his warehouse base.

Trucks were coming and going, with henchmen all executing their assignments. Some were breaking down chemical formulas to be replicated. Some were being tested… only for their bodies to give out and need to be disposed of in the rivers. Some were loading in weapons. And the rest were stuffing the captured supermodel silly. 

Osborn was very pleased with the return to operations. Landing his glider, he walked off and to his new second hand, Rodrick Kingsley, the Hobgoblin. Kingsley was tinkering with the base Winkler device when he noticed Norman walking over.

“Is the crown still operational?” Inquired Rodrick.

“As perfect as ever, really you must stop being such a worrywart Hobby.” Goblin grinned as he taunted his successor, “We like to keep a bright and happy business around these parts! Don’t want to lose your new job already do you”?

“…No. Speaking of, news in the underworld travels fast. Lots of perks to having the money to back your words.”

“Indeed. And how is our honored guest, Miss Watson”?

Kingsley grimaced, “She’s barely breathed between bites. I don’t understand this angle.”

“This woman…disrespected me. And I have grander plans for her. Finally, she can be the cow she was always meant to be.”

Down below, Mary Jane was currently lying down, chomping down on a plate of cake, which would in turn become even more pounds of fat on her body. Her stomach, pinning her down, was distended and round. It remained firm, not growing too many rolls extending from the back. The rest of her body had grown too, but MJ was constantly eating so much leaving all the food to digest was nearly impossible.

Rodrick cringed at the sight, “This is a whole new level of sick, Osborn”.

Norman nodded, “It’s certainly outside my M.O. for sure, but that does make it harder for the Spider to suspect the return of his nemesis if he’s too looking for those gluttons all over the city, no?”

Unfortunately, Osborn’s successor couldn’t find himself disagreeing…

~

And speaking of the Spider, Peter Parker was searching everywhere, but searching for restaurants getting eaten out was much much harder than finding crime.

Being on the phone while swinging was also dangerous in a way but checking local social media was about all our hero could do.

Eventually, he found someone complaining about two women finishing off food in a Thai cafe, even taking other customers’ orders! Spider-Man headed over and arrived as fast as he could, hoping at least one would be his fiancé…

Upon entering, Spidey sighed at the sight of his two old high school flames, Betty Brant and Liz Allen. He was still worried sick about MJ, but first things first.

The Wall-crawler approached the women, knowing that in their trance they wouldn’t even notice him. Up close Peter could see how they changed so much in so little time.

 Liz was gaining mostly in her stomach and chest, with just sufficient weight in her lower half, which was very plump rather than huge. Meanwhile, Betty was becoming an hourglass shape, her stomach pressed the table but her chest and bottom spilled over the table and chairs.

Spider-Man pushed the food away with his webbing, causing his friends to cry out for it back! He promptly webbed them together and carried them both out and up out of the way. Spinning a large web between buildings, the girls were crying in their makeshift cocoon. Peter felt bad for Betty and Liz for sure, but he knew this was for their good.

Spidey rested on the web, he knew whatever caused his friends to act out like this, it couldn’t have been natural cravings. Peter was going to make a call until someone flew in his direction…

Spider-Man’s best friend in the hero community, the Human Torch was coming to his aid, “Yo Spidey, oh crud there are more?”

Spider-Man sneered, “More women? C’mon matchstick this isn’t the time? I already found another last night. It's so weird.”

Torch shook his head, “No dude, that’s not what I meant! I thought it was just Black Cat!”

“Black Cat, you found her? Where?”

Johnny mumbled under his breath.

“Johnathan.”

“Ok I was working retail because I needed to quote-unquote ‘earn my keep’, and I found this white-haired babe eating out the whole grocery aisles, at least she had enough sense to not eat the unfinished stuff!” said Johnny with a facepalm.

Thankfully Peter wasn’t in the mood for his friend’s plight, inquiring where she was now.

The heroes headed over to the Baxter Building, Peter trying to carry the girls since Johnny recommended bringing them over too.

Spidey entered through the upper window, not setting off security unlike his first visit, and was met by the sight of the rest of the Fantastic Four along with his ex, Felicia Hardy. Sitting on a table, calmly, with no outward showing of hunger.

That didn’t mean she was all fine, the anti-heroine thief was easily over 400 pounds! Like Betty, she ended up being an hourglass. But Felicia had a much more considerable stomach, it only happened to be that the rest of her was even fatter.

Peter ran to her, and she took him for a hug, not playing any games, just grateful for a friend.

Felicia let her breath out, “Good to see you Peter, how many others have you found”?

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Uh, Betty, Gayle, Liz, now you…”

“So Gwen’s still out there…”

“Gwen? What about MJ? Felicia, where is Mary Jane??”

Felicia demanded Peter calm down, then explained, “Last thing I remember was leaving a warehouse on the east side, with only the thought of eating in my mind,” she held up the heft of her stomach to emphasize the new figure, “This as you could guess was not my choice at all. All of the girls did the same if I remember.”

“And MJ?” Peter asked worryingly.

The former thief shook her head, “She was the only one not with us, my best guess is she’s still at the warehouse. And before you start, Spider, no I don’t know where it is exactly. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned against a window, feeling defeated. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but it couldn’t be too late. No. He had to keep going. Spider-man couldn’t give up now, not when he was so close. He turned to address the Fantastic Four, “Okay, you guys go get the other girls and give them the same treatment you did Felicia. I’m going to find Gwen, my fiance, and the maniac who did this.”

The first superhero family nodded and took to their Fantasticar by the time Spider-man was already blocks away swinging. All the while, Felicia begrudgingly got up for a snack…

~~

Back at the warehouse, another figure was sneaking around. Working to get around the lock as quietly as he could. Harry Osborn hadn’t told Peter his father had gone missing. And he highly suspected a relapse. But Harry couldn’t bring his best friend into this more than he already had. What could Peter do, Harry thought to himself, take a picture of the Goblin as he hurled a bomb at him?

So maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come alone, but Harry just needed to know where his father could be for now. As he finally picked up the lock, he opened the door ever so slightly. Then he saw.

Lots of men in masks and weapons. Two costumed goblins. And a growing mound of a woman with red hair. Harry gasped as he realized. Unfortunately for him, that was enough, as the Greener Goblin leaned over to see the door opened even by just a fraction.

And he just smiled, Norman turned back to address his partner, “Kingsley, it would seem we have a visitor! Mind introducing them to our lovely operation?”

Hobgoblin just grumbled but promptly got on his glider, and remotely opened a window to fly out of. When Harry saw he immediately ran for cover, but two feet versus a mechanical jet fuel-powered glider, the boy never stood a chance. Harry tried sending a message out and just barely got it to his friends before getting nabbed by the collar of his shirt by Hobgoblin.

“Ah, Mr. Osborn? Seems you’ve been a very bad boy,” taunted his rival for the Osborn legacy. And Harry just fainted in fear. Rolling his eyes as the response, Rodrick brought Harry back inside the warehouse. And dropped him at his father’s feet.

Green Goblin tilted his head and laughed, “Tsk, Harry Harry Harry, you really chose the wrong moment to finally do something with your life, didn't you? Well, we can fix that in due time.”

Hobgoblin raised a masked eyebrow, “We don’t have enough functioning serum for him.”

“I’m working on that right now.”

“You’ve barely done anything besides sitting down and thinking about that device that I gave you!”

“Look at the Watson woman,” Norman pointed to the still-expanding lady, “how many natural chemicals do you think are running in a body like that? Especially if it was altered to create more and more as she grew?”

Suddenly Hobgoblin understood, “You’re a sick man.”

Norman snickered, “I’ve heard it all before, but it's worked out plenty for me so far hasn’t it?”

Kingsley was starting to measure his benefits to the detriments of collaborating with a man like Osborn…

~~

After about a half-hour of swinging, Spider-man heard a commotion down below and went to investigate. And luckily Parker found the subject he was looking for, the biggest woman yet, Gwen Stacy, feasting on a hot dog cart. She was even more of a pear than Gayle! The blonde BBW looked to be reaching six hundred pounds within the minute!

Spidey sighed, webbing Gwen and pulling her back and up. She would have a fit anyway, best to do it quickly, he thought to himself. Once out of earshot of the crowd, the wall-crawler contacted the Four, then tried to get through to Gwen himself.

”C’mon Gwen. It's me…y’know? Peter?” he pleaded to his friend to no avail, “Do you know where Mary Jane is? Do you know who’s doing this to you?”

All Gwen responded with was “Please…more food…!”

Peter was getting close to snapping, “C’mon, Gwen! You have to fight! Whatever this is…You’ve eaten enough to triple your size! This isn’t you! I…I…”

”I don’t know what to do…”

Just then Peter got a notification on his phone, he picked it up to see that Harry had a voicemail. Peter pressed play, and the message played aloud.

Harry’s voice went on, “Peter, guys, I was looking for my father, hadn’t seen him in a few days, and thought he might be relapsing. Was out looking in the warehouses he owned, and I found MJ, Peter. I found her! She-she was-AGH—“

Norman. Of course, it was Norman. That man had tormented Peter and his friends for too long now. It took everything for Spider-man to not swing off and to stay with Gwen.

Just then, it seemed Gwen upon hearing Harry’s voice broke out of her trance, “H-Harry?”

Peter was shocked, he finally made a breakthrough, “Gwen! Oy, I’m glad you’re okay.”

Gwen looked around, “Where am I, why am I-Oh god!” she exclaimed as her humongous body was fully in sight!

Spidey took her by the shoulders, trying to calm the pear-shaped woman down, “Listen, Gwen, Norman has Mj. Do you have any idea where she could be?”

Gwen had a sudden fear in her eyes, flashing back to that night on the bridge and how she survived by the skin of her teeth. “Norman, the Green Goblin has MJ…Oh no no no…”

Spider-man tried reassuring her before hearing a jet coming towards them. An all too familiar sound.

The Hobgoblin.

Spider-man squared up for a fight before his opponent just put a hand up, Kingsley grumbled, “Can we talk? Like men, the old-fashioned way.”

Our hero looked back to see the Fantastic Four on their way to Gwen.  He turned back and nodded, and Spider-man and Hobgoblin went to the top of a building.

The webhead crossed his arms, “What is this, Kingsley?”

The hooded figure spoke up, “I’m sure you know of the first Goblin’s plot. He sent me to investigate a blip in his little mind-control crown. And I'm here to tell you…I want no part in his insanity any longer.”

Spider-man’s eyes formed a raised eyebrow, “You’re backstabbing Osborn? You’re really crazy enough to try that?”

”When you face him just tell him you beat me up or something!”

”That is a believable excuse, as a matter of fact!”

Kingsley sat with what he just said before, ”I hate you.”

Spidey leaned forward cheekily, “Feeling mutual.”

Hobgoblin held up a piece of paper, “I can also give you the location of Osborn’s operations, the monster has his own son and some girl who I’m not even sure can move anymore holed up there”.

Spider-man reached for the paper before Hobgoblin whisked it out of reach, “On ONE condition, you must let me go. I promise I won’t tell Osborn. This isn’t a trap. I just want to get clear of Norman in case he finds out.”

Spidey contemplated, then nodded. He held out a hand, and Kingsley shook it, giving him the location, and closing the deal. The web-slinger swung off to find his friends.

Hobgoblin chuckled, “What an idiot, if he finally gets himself killed that’ll be the day. Maybe Norman can sleep with the fishes too!”

Rodrick started to walk onto his glider before tripping.

Spider-man webbed his feet. And Human Torch then flew up, arms crossed, and not in a funny mood.

”I REALLY hate that guy…” was the last thing the Hobgoblin said all day.

~~

Night fell, and Spider-man arrived at Osborn’s warehouse. Quietly opening a window, he snuck in, and just as Hobgoblin said, loads of weapons, bombs, gliders…along with Harry tied up to a pillar…and Mary Jane.

Peter’s eyes went wide seeing the love of his life so gargantuan. By now she must have been well over 800 pounds! Peter and MJ never truly set a weight limit or any real goal as long as the former was fat. But the fact he had only seen Mary Jane a couple of days ago and she had become this…it was frightening as well as confusing why Norman would do this.

To speak of the devil - Spidey's senses went blaring as the Green Goblin dove in through the window Peter came in! The web-slinger leaped out of the way of the incoming glider and prepared for a fight!

”Ah, haha, Spider-man! Oh, it's been far too long! I’ve been taking good care of your fiancee while you were away!”

”Cut the games Norman! You have one and only one chance, free my friends, or else I’ll pound you into the ground!”

”Oooh, feisty aren’t we?” Goblin sneered as he pressed a button on his still-present crown, “I would love to see you try!”

Spider-man took the first move, lunging forward for a punch before Goblin swiftly dodged, he responded kicking back to the villain before getting flung to the wall! Not a single hit…

Peter tried more attacks and Norman just kept countering, as if he was just toying with him! It was time to cause some distractions, “I still don’t get it, why do all this to Mary Jane, Gwen, and the rest of the girls? Doesn’t fit your style, Gobby!”

Goblin smirked, deciding to humor the hero, “Mary Jane disrespected me at that party where you announced your little upcoming marriage, she loves being so fat so much, then I’ll show what that sort of cow lifestyle is like!”

Even as he spoke, Spider-man kept missing all of his attacks, punches, kicks, and webs, nothing was landing! There had to be some trick, something to do with that crown. It was obviously being used to keep Mary Jane docile and eating but beyond that, Spidey still had to figure that out, “That can’t be it, why keep MJ here?”

Goblin laughed as he caught a fist flying towards him, hurling Spider-man into a crate, “I’m glad you asked, I needed a natural source for reproducing my goblin serums, and well, your lovely partner just has so much room to store inside her!”

Peter was growing more and more horrified as he figured it out.

Norman meant it when he said he would Mary Jane a cow, Spidey looked closer at MJ, seeing green veins protruding on her forehead, arms, and even her belly! Her body was circulating with the serum that granted Osborn his ungodly strength, and she could provide that serum at any moment if it ran through her body for long enough…

Now Spider-man was livid, “YOU SICK MONSTER! ALL OF THIS? OVER SOME SELF-PROCLAIMED DISRESPECT??” he shouted as he lept at Goblin again for the tackle, and this time Goblin took his hands, and shocked Spidey with his electro-gloves!

”Oh please! You act as if we just met! You should know by now,” now Norman was beating down on him with all his might, “ I will do everything to take away any form of happiness in your life! It's the least I could do!”

Peter tried to fight back, but still couldn’t do anything to actually hit his opponent, Norman noticed the struggle, explaining, “And the best part? Thanks to this little crown, I can read your thoughts, and know your attacks just in time! You can’t stop me, Parker!”

What Norman left out was that this was much harder to keep up as his physical activity was increasing. It was easy to control and track six women across the city when just sitting at his base, and while he could still keep Mary Jane in a fugue state in battle, it was getting harder to focus on her while the Green Goblin was finally defeating his greatest foe!

And so, Mary Jane Watson woke up.

She was currently still weary from the mind control, some buzzing in the ear telling her to stay down and eat. Even though she felt more full than ever before in her life, and that’s when she saw it.

Her stomach extended feet beyond what it had been earlier, her thighs nearly bursting her jeans, now more so resembling shorts, her shirt turned into a large bra keeping her chest decent, also enlarged. Her husband was getting beaten to death by the Goblin who had kidnapped and fattened her up beyond belief.

MJ lifted herself, seemingly all that Goblin serum was making it easier to move. It could have been why Norman wanted her properly immobilized. But no matter, slowly but surely she stood up, belly flopping onto her knees (the bottom of said belly well past said knees), it was a strange feeling for sure. The rotund redhead saw a gun that must have spilled out of a weapons crate, she leaned down, picked it up, took aim, and - BLAM!

Goblin was about to punch Spider-Man again when the side of his head got grazed by a blast! He screamed out in pain before looking back to see Mary Jane standing and holding a smoking gun.

”You wench, go back down and be a good girl won’t you?!” Goblin tried commanding his former victim but to no effect. He then noticed the sparks coming from his head, and shot his crown, removing its functions.

Goblin responded in anger, using his finger blaster to shoot MJ, knocking her back down on her blubbery bum, only to be met with a sock to the jaw from Spider-man! The tables had truly turned!

With no more “Goblin Sense” on his side, Norman tried to make a run for it, until a large shadow encompassed him. Osborn had gotten his own bombs thrown back at him, been stabbed, and generally been through thick and thin in the supervillain gig. And he would still have rather gone through all of that again before getting tackled by an extremely fat Mary Jane.

As her belly sandwiched him to the ground, the fight was over. Maybe Osborn could have lifted but as now? He wasn’t in the mood. When MJ did get up, Peter did a little bonk on the head as the cherry on top.

Police arrived, the Fantastic Four were still curing the rest of the women, so it would be a bit before they could pick up MJ.

Peter approached his fiancée after she gave a statemenand Harry was currently giving his, “You okay, hun? I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier”.

MJ grumbled, rubbing her belly which was now tripled in size, “I’m…fine. This is just gonna take getting used to. If I had trouble finding a wedding dress that fit back then, sayonara to that now.”

Peter thought for a moment, dreading his next words, “Do you…wanna call off the wedding? I…understand if you don’t want this in your life after tonight.”

MJ looked at him with more disgust than she ever looked at Goblin with, and snapped back, “Peter, I was already fat. Now I’m fatter. That is hardly the most traumatic event in my life. You want to call off the best decision of our lives because of all that?”

Peter got the message and remembered why he loved this woman so much.

“So you like your shape?”

MJ looked down as much as she could, chins upon chins made it a bit difficult, observing her body as she could, “I could learn to love it. Something tells me you would too.”

“Oh dear, I’ve been so worried whether I could say it or not!”

“Y’know if Osborn wanted to make me ashamed of my weight I say he failed spectacularly!”

The couple hugged Peter at her side leaning forward to kiss her cheek. And Mary Jane whispered in his ear, “Let’s get married, you goof.”

~~

At this point, after the Fantastic Four cured all the women affected by Green Goblin, they decided they could use some extra kindness. So as an extra gift, the superhero family gave them all wedding dresses made up of unstable molecules to ensure they fit no matter the form.

More planning later, and Mary Jane was ready to get out of the car. All dressed up, she squeezed her way out of the limo (provided by J. Jonah Jameson who had a heart after all) and onto the trail of the synagogue Aunt May suggested they use.

Peter was a tad late to the ceremony, but he walked down with May and Jay Jameson Sr. (Who May was dating at the moment).

Seeing the bridesmaids were a bit awkward, even with all the explanations, a line of extremely fat women in the least slimming color would stick out like a sore thumb if the bride wasn’t the shape she was.

Even with how much Peter saw Mary Jane every day, this felt like the first time all over again. Even if she was over 800 pounds, it made no difference. Once standing side by side, the ceremony could truly begin. Following the tradition of Bedeken, Peter veiled Mary Jane’s face, he thought to himself how Norman thought to destroy and shame her for who she was. Now all he could see was all her inner beauty as well that not only remained intact, but got stronger!

Vows were exchanged. Rings next. And with that, Mary Jane was now Watson-Parker. The two shouted, “Mazel Tov!” and Peter and MJ crushed a pair of glasses under their feet while the crowd clapped and cried for the couple.

Then came time for Yichud, Peter and Mary Jane took time alone, sharing a meal together. Well, more so Peter took bites while MJ took mouthfuls.

Peter sighed, “So am I still dreaming or what?”

MJ wiped her face of crumbs, “This figure would be a figment of your imagination wouldn’t it? Well Mr. Parker, I can assure you-“ she shocked her body in it's seat, bumping Peter’s in the process, “-this is very real. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

Peter grabbed a cookie to bring up to his new wife’s mouth, “Neither would I…”

After their time was cut, the couple joined the party to celebrate the day. Peter and MJ tried not to party too hard, as they promised to have a smaller, more private party among the superhero community, especially when Tony Stark offered a free ride to the honeymoon spot!

~~

It was some weeks later after the Wedding. Some heroes picked up the slack after Spider-man conveniently disappeared, but soon enough the Web-slinger was back on the streets. And those in the know knew that meant another red-toting figure had returned.

“Come on girls, five more reps!”

“Gwen, I feel like, huff, like I'm gonna break my knees right now!”

“Oh, don't you worry Gayle, we’ll take a break after this! We’ll have a guest soon!”

In Gwen’s apartment, which luckily was already spacious enough, all of the bridesmaids were in front of the TV, exercising their butts off. Much sweat was being dropped and groans were exchanged. Gwen, despite being the heaviest by a wide margin, was leading fairly well while the rest were struggling.

Well, almost everyone. Felicia Hardy was cooped in a corner, snacking. She seemed content with her form, the thief had no idea being so lardy could feel SO GOOD. She teased, “I believe in you girls, don't understand why you want to make those butts smaller but I love to see you try!”

Betty had been avoiding her station at the Bugle, knowing she wouldn't resist the cravings for the crafts, while Liz enacted a strict diet in her self-owned business so everyone would keep her to it. But both agreed to work with Gwen to speed up the weight loss process. And to a mild success, in the past week, they managed to shed five or so pounds! Only about three hundred to go…

Gayle, on the other hand, despite the constant workouts, had no luck in losing any weight. The stress of all this AND being a mother finally caught up with her. But Gayle would still persist as much as she could!

Then the door opened. And the woman walking through was very lucky Harry had widened the doorway for Gwen.

Mary Jane had returned from the honeymoon! She sported loose clothes (that happened to be filled to the brim by her stuffed bosom and belly) and sunglasses that pressed against her rounded facial features. At the size she was currently the other girls couldn’t tell but MJ had gained a few pounds on her trip. The newlywed planned to lose some weight eventually, but certainly not today.

MJ took off her glasses, huffed a few deep breaths, then addressed her friends, “Hiya girls! Miss me?”

Felicia nodded, while Gayle faked a smile, “Oh yeah, we’ve been keeping busy though…”

Gwen stood all the way up, “All right, that’s all for that set! Let’s take a ten before the next one!”

The floor shook a little as the women one by one fell to their bottoms in exhaustion, meanwhile Gwen waddled to her best friend, “Interested in joining us now that you’re back? How was the honeymoon by the way?”

Mary Jane set the food on a counter, and rested her hands on the rims of her stomach, “It was a total hoot! A business friend lent us a very nice beach house, I actually got some job offers,” MJ giggled, “of course I haven’t given them much thought, I mean you know vacations!”

Gwen laughed, “Gotta spend them right!”

MJ then leaned in and whispered, “Also Peter had to fight a bunch of land sharks, but I was at a buffet so it wasn’t a problem”!

Gwen shook her head, that boy never changes she thought. She then leaned down, giving everyone behind her an even more full view of her rump, and grabbed a dumbbell to give it to Mary Jane. Who then put a hand up, responding, “Not today, Today I’m just here to share my leftovers from the trip”!

Gwen was about to protest as Felcia ran over to gather the spoils and the blonde caught a whiff of a lemon angel cake. Not much more resistance came from her, or really any of Norman's former victim’s that afternoon.

MJ smiled, earlier Osborn wanted to make her feel ashamed of her body and her very lifestyle, and to extend that shame to her friends and family. Now look at them, while they understandably wanted to lose the weight forced onto them, none of them seemed embarrassed to be bigger anymore. Mary Jane Watson-Parker’s stomach grumbled as her phone buzzed, reaching for her “safe space” she saw Peter texted that he was home for the night. MJ took a back and said goodbye to her friends and headed home.

By now Aunt May had moved out, living with Mary Jane’s own Aunt Anna, and as a final wedding gift, May lent Peter and MJ her home in Forest Hills, Queens. It would take some reformatting, Peter was still moving boxes in. He had finished setting aside his Spider-equipment as his massive wife waddled arrived at the door, “How’s it feel Tiger?”

Peter laughed under his breath, “Little weird. Lots of memories.”

He turned to see MJ struggling slightly to enter the house as she pleaded for help. While Peter just stood and laughed even more.

”Who would have thought this is what would become of us after our first meeting here? Now that was a memory.”

MJ sneered, “C’mon, Peter, what? Do You want me to say it?”

Peter chuckled, “You mean, You're Mary Jane Watson-Parker?  By golly your husband must take great care of you!”

MJ rolled her eyes, knowing there was only one way to get this over with, “Face it Tiger-“

Just then Peter pulled her into the house with her great strength. The two crashed onto the floor, as the door closed, MJ finished her line, as sensually as she could, “-You just hit the jackpot!”

They made the night worth it, moving in worries could wait. The time for Peter and Mary Jane Watson-Parker to live was now.

Thank you for reading! And thanks to MX-FA for providing a special image for the story!