AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: MY BIG FAT NEW YORK WEDDING Issue 1

In New York City, deep in the night, a red and blue figure swung through the sky, however this time it was not out of a particular duty to patrol for crimes. Here, Peter Parker was simply jumping for joy in the way he knew best.

Peter Parker had proposed to Mary Jane Watson.

And she said yes.

Mary Jane said yes to marrying HIM.

It seemed like everyone else expected it sooner or later, but Peter always figured he would be too much of a mess to take it anywhere. Until one day he ponied up the money for a ring and asked her at the doorway. Then they danced the rest of the night and celebrated in their own…special way.

See, for years now Peter had some desires and preferences in how he liked girls. But he kept them to himself, until MJ. He finally admitted to her he liked bigger women and especially wanted to help one grow. And then, the ever-so-thin model-to-be was intrigued and agreed to add some light feeding to their relationship.

So the night of the proposal, Peter fed his new fiance all sorts of food she had stashed for their dates. Cookies, scones, brownies, and cake, all the sweets to fill her belly. Once dipped into a food coma, Peter still needed to let off steam while MJ slept and digested.

Of course, things can’t be too happy for long, lighting going off in Washington Square usually meant a few things, no giant robot counted out Storm, and the yelling about how “I NEED MONEY” with that Brooklyn accent meant Max Dillon had broken parole again.

Which means it's a job for your friendly neighborhood Spider-man!

~~

The next morning, Mary Jane woke up alone, to any other person recently engaged this would likely disappoint them, but MJ’s done this dance. Reaching for her phone with one puffy bingo winged arm, it didn't take long to be alerted to the still-ongoing battle between Spider-man and Electro.

“Go kick his butt, Pete,” the waking woman grumbled amusingly as she rose from her reinforced bed.

Going to the bathroom first, MJ did her usual business, including checking her scale. She and Peter had pushed her appetite to its limits last night. At this rate, the plus-sized model thought for a second that feeding would need to be reserved for special occasions, especially so once the scale read “417 pounds”.

Over the past few years, Mary Jane’s body grew in ways she never would have imagined. Her fat was distributed pretty evenly across her frame, so this meant by now she was fat all over the place. Double-leaning-on-triple chin, puffed-up cheeks that emphasized her dimples, arms as wide as Peter’s torso, a wide bottom that transitioned into her jean-bursting thighs (that was a bad day at the office), and a rolled belly that stuck out by just a bit over half a foot.

And Mary Jane Watson loved it all.

After a hearty breakfast and getting dressed, the newly engaged texted various of her friends to meet her at her favorite club since she had some news. However obvious it might be, it excited the redhead to break the news finally. And so she headed off to work in anticipation of the upcoming party.

~~

Up in Oscorp Enterprises, another boring business had concluded as stockholders and chairmen left only two men alone in the room, Norman Osborn and his assistant Donald Menken. Norman scrunched his brows, then turned on the television for background noise.

The news was still covering Spider-man’s battle it had turned into an all-out Sinister Six battle royale, reports saying Spider-man already bagged Electro and Sandman, now battling the Hobgoblin.

Donald coughed then spoke, “So what are your thoughts on the numbers Mr. Osborn”?

”Menken, I actually really do not care for your commentary at the moment” Norman sneered back, “Oscorp is my business, not yours, so leave me to it.”

Menken reluctantly left his boss to his own devices.

For a long time, give or take a few years, something has been nagging at Norman Osborn’s brain like he was yearning for something more in his life. His therapists would say it's a mid-life crisis, and that with his more free lifestyle opportunities, he should explore them to find fulfillment. But this was more…like something significant was stolen from him.

On Osborn’s desk, his phone rang, only three people had a direct line to his office, Norman’s secretary, Donald Menken, and his son Harry. He pressed the call button, hearing his child’s voice.

”Hello Father,” Harry started, “Are you doing anything tonight perchance”?

”That may depend, what is it Harry?”

”Erm, well my friend Peter, you remember Peter right? He and his girlfriend Mary Jane are having some sort of party and they plan to announce something big…I think we can figure it out from there but I was wondering if you could come?”

Norman thought for a second, Peter…Peter Parker. He did remember him, he paid for his apartment in college when he was roommates with Harry, something that made Peter Parker rather…unforgettable.

”Dad? Are you still there?”

”You know what Harry, that sounds like fun, let’s go together, give me the address and I’ll forward it to our driver…”

~~

In the alley next to the club, the rotund redhead tapped her foot, slightly less than patiently waiting for her husband-to-be to arrive for their announcement. She peeked into the window, seeing many of her friends made in her college years and beyond, Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Randy Robertson…and Harry Osborn with Gwen Stacy.

Of course, knowing Peter’s secrets Mary Jane also knew of the complicated nature of her lovers and his ex’s relationship. The two almost seemed too good for each other, a perfect pair to some. Even MJ felt a twinge bad flirting with Peter if just to mess with her best friend. However upon Captain George Stacy’s death…the relationship became a lot rockier. Gwen blamed Spider-man, innocent of the fact that she was dating him! When Peter finally spilled, she couldn’t handle it.

Things were better between them now, content with being just friends, but it did make MJ think if anything could break her and Peter’s bond…

Was this all a mistake?

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” said a voice coming from behind a nearby dumpster. Mary Jane feared the worst.

She hissed, “Peter did you land in the dumpster???”

”What?! No, it's just uh, a good hiding spot!” Peter replied, rising from behind, dressed somewhat fancy yet casual with a button-up jacket and sweater. He was also sporting a few lashes and bruises from what MJ could tell.

”Peter, your face!” She said as she grasped his cheek in her chubby palms.

”Hey, it doesn’t hurt if you don’t touch it, ow, like that”.

”Sorry sorry, just, I worry you know”?

Peter snickered, “Well it's New York, I’m sure I can make an excuse that our audience will buy.”

After a short giggle to herself, MJ hit him on the arm, “Well next time, superhero a little faster cuz if you’re late to our wedding—“

”If I am, I will count my remaining hours before you are the hand before my ultimate demise.”

”I’m glad we understand each other Mr. Parker.”

Taking her soft arms in his, over twice as wide yet his one arm could lift ten of her, the couple walked into the club ready for the party.

-

After a few mic taps, Mary Jane being the far more social one started,” Hello everyone, Peter and I have an announcement to make…”

She saw a bunch of smirks across the small crowd.

“One that I'm sure you'll never guess ever”!

Peter put a hand to his neck, “Hey why don't we just cut to the chase and show them”?

MJ revealed the hand behind her back, showing off her new ring.

The party was officially a go.

While Mary Jane was chatting with Glory Grant, Peter was around shuffling, automatically saying thanks to everyone and telling him congratulations. The party was more for MJ’s sake than anything else. So Peter was on auto-pilot as he tended to be until he saw…

Norman Osborn. Getting walked in by Harry Osborn. Shaking hands with Gwen Stacy oh G-D this is awful.

Only Peter, only Peter, knew Norman’s history as the Green Goblin, the criminal menace who plagued Peter’s high school to early college career. Until the day Norman lost his memory after a fight, ensuring Peter’s discovered identity would be safe. After all this time, he still worried if Norman’s memory would ever return.

And Peter having visible injuries after a publicized fight with the Sinister Six didn’t help his case.

”Mr. Parker, congratulations on your recent engagement”, Said Norman, snapping Peter back to reality.

”Uh thank you Mr. Osborn”, replied Peter.

”You and…Mary Jane, is it, have a date in mind”?

“No I don’t think so, we’re not that far in yet.”

Gwen piped in, “I can help you with that, I have experience organizing these types of things”.

Norman raised an eyebrow, “Peter you got a burn, anything serious”?

Peter immediately started sweating, “Just got pushed over by a bike, it's fine. If you don’t touch it.”

“Aw I was about to try that,” pouted Gwen. Harry came up, taking his arm around her waist, laughing along with her.

"A burn? From a bike?" Harry inquired.

"Well, you know, friction... The bike was moving very quickly! Practically escape velocity,” Peter said nervously.

Peter needed to change the subject, “So, Harry! Would you want to…uh…”

Crap. Unless he was wearing a mask Peter was not good at this.

Norman started walking away, and Peter started to feel relief. Once he started talking to Mary Jane he went into panic mode again. He tried to get over but Harry insisted Peter finish his question.

MJ shifted her wide body, drink in hand, snack in another, then turned around to meet Norman at chest level. She got a bit too surprised and spilled on Norman’s coat.

“Oh, Mr. Osborn! I apologize I didn’t see ya-“

“Don’t apologize, Miss Watson,” Norman said as he took off his coat, folding and hanging it on his arm, “I never do”.

Needing to break the tension MJ asked, “So are you gonna make it to the Wedding? I know you can be pretty busy”.

Norman smiled, “We will have to see. Although, I do have a few questions.”

“Ask away, Rich Man!”

Norman grimaced at the comment, “Does your husband’s work as a photographer for these metahuman battles worry you? It seemed he was injured”.

MJ was stunned for a bit, “Uh he just had a little incident at our place, it's kind of embarrassing.”

…

“Interesting,” replied Norman.

“You said you had a few questions,” MJ quickly said.

“Yes, and pardon me if this comes as insensitive but, even I can tell everything is so expensive these days, even clothing needed to suffice for a lady such as yourself”.

Mary Jane questioned to herself if Norman remembered she was ever skinny at some point. Either way, her intentional weight gain never went unnoticed one way or another. Yet she always found some excuse other than it was her and Peter’s kink.

Norman continued, “So would I be correct to assume you’ll be losing weight for the dress and all that”?

Geez who raised this man, thought MJ, replying out loud, “That won’t be necessary I think, I’m fine with my body the way it is”.

Norman cocked an eyebrow but decided not to push the subject.

The party seemed to go on for another hour without any sort of incident thankfully, eventually just leaving Peter, MJ, Gwen, and the Osborns.

“Need a ride babe?” Asked Harry.

“No, but I won’t say no to a limo ride either,” Gwen answered with a wink.

“I suppose I’ll join you,” said Norman, “and Peter”!

Peter and MJ turned to meet the elder Osborn’s attention.

“Be careful with that photography career. And tell your fiancé I’ll bill you for the coat spill.”

And Norman walked out of the club.

MJ was dumbfounded, “Geez what happened to Miss Watson”?

Peter was still worried, but didn’t want MJ to feel the same dread he did, “I’m sure it's nothing to worry about.”

“Well yeah, Norman said he would bill me not you.”

~~

Norman’s mind was on fire, after Harry and Gwen were dropped off his facade of an easygoing business dropped, face in hands wondering what could be wrong with him?!

He had everything didn’t he? Money, a family of sorts, what else could the liege of the Osborn empire ever want?

His knowledge. He had forgotten something. About himself and…Peter.

The conflicting excuse for his injuries, his uneasiness around Norman, but something was missing!!!

Osborn took out his phone, looking at footage of the battle again, Spider-man and the Hobgoblin battling, with the latter blasting the Web-Slinger across the face with his finger laser. Giving quite the burn…

Suddenly Norman Osborn’s mind was calm again.

Spider-man. And Peter Parker.

They were the same.

And Norman smiled to himself like he just found a candy jar hidden from him. And he was to partake in his sweets…

Diverting away from his penthouse, Osborn was driven to one of the many warehouse areas owned by Oscorp.

Approaching a particular warehouse, he heard some grumbling through the door. Checking the door, and finding it locked, Osborn put his hidden strength to the test. He busted the door down, surprising his unintentional legacy…The Hobgoblin, who had gotten away from his battle with Spider-man.

“WHO DARE TRESPASS THE HOBGOBLIN’S TERRITORY?!” The masked villain shouted. He shot his laser straight at Norman!

And Norman barely felt it, even as it nearly burned his shirt off. Which confused Hobgoblin greatly.

“H-How?!”

Norman smiled, “I’ve come back to take what’s mine, thank you very much”!

Hobgoblin was a smart man, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.

“Wait…Norman Osborn? The Green Goblin? Now that’s interesting…”

Norman extended a hand, “Despite a rocky start, I want you to know there are no hard feelings, you kept the fear of the Goblin in people’s hearts, and you’ve earned the mask in my eyes”.

Hobgoblin hesitated, then shook his predecessor’s hand…then Norman tore off his mask with his other hand!

“No!!!” Shouted the mystery man, covering his face, when Norman lifted him by the shirt, seeing his true face.

“Rodrick Kingsley? Didn’t you try to sell me some wardrobe that one time? This is quite the step up,” Osborn said as he dropped him, “I’m almost impressed”.

Kingsley sneered, “This was my chance for glory Osborn, and I got here without any fancy powers thank you very much”!

Norman was curious here, “No powers”?

“I could never recover the serum or whatever made you as powerful as you are now, So I made do with my tricks!” Rodrick pouted.

“Well my powers were the result of an accident, I would need to find other means but…what did you mean by your own tricks”?

Kingsley sighed, pointing to a large metal throne with a sort of case above it, just big enough for someone’s head to wear while sitting.

“Over there, the Winkler device, it allowed me to sway other people’s thoughts to make them believe they were the Hobgoblin so I could continue with my identity as a mystery!” explained Kingsley.

Norman was thinking, “Mind control then?”

“Well, yes. In a manner of speaking,” Rodrick said not wanting to seem too second-rate.

Norman smiled, “Do you have any of my old gear that you didn’t mark as your own”?

Kingsley knew it was inevitable.

Down in storage, Rodrick showed Norman one last old suit of his.

Fitting his old costume was akin to greeting an old friend. Nothing could compare to the pure joy Norman felt at this moment.

THE GREEN GOBLIN HAD RETURNED.

And he had plans for his old nemesis and his new soon-to-be-wed partner…

She liked being fat so much? Well, then Norman would give her one heck of a wedding gift…

TBC