’ The manager lifted an eyebrow. ‘Two kilocredits,’ said John finally. The manager grinned. ‘That’s too good to refuse, my Mavidian friend.�...� John was taken to a back room, away from the workers and the heavy gutting machines. When the manager (who introduced himself as Shigeru) opened the door, John was enveloped by an intense red light. It was a tiny room bare except for a table and a knife. Stacked like bricks were hundreds of ‘atun’, a Niyanese fish species, tails and heads sticking out from. I located her nipple and started to draw circles around it, along the areola. That act was miraculous, sending shivers throughout my body. I took a nipple between my thumb and index finger and started pressing it gently at first, later a little harder than earlier. Oh my god! Her breasts were god’s creation. They were huge with big areola and inch long fat nipples. After sometime, I exchanged with her other breast for my fondling. This went on for nearly 20 minutes. I was at my full enjoyment. Masque then looked up at Jean, being held as she watched a duplicate of herself being formed. He noted with glee the shock on her face. "Bring her to me," Masque said. "We can't very well have two Marvel Girls running around here, can we?" he said as she was brought to him. "Ah, I think I have just the solution. This should make for lots of fun!" Masque laid his hands on Jean's head, and her body shape, size and color began to change. Her hair turned from red to blonde, and became long enough. She had, in turn, drawn up a list of suspects, none of whom included Charles Spiderton. Michael the butcher’s son, a handsome man if a bit lacking in cleverness. Professor Rasputin, charming and newly arrived from faraway lands. Nicolas Nightengale, once a soldier in the King’s army who looked quite dashing in his uniform, or so she thought. But never, ever, ever did she suspect the true origin of the offerings, a fact that The Spider was gleefully aware of. You see, he had hatched a nefarious.