“This is so embarrassing,” Mary Jane Parker muttered to herself as she looked through a selection of four-X dresses. She held up a purple muumuu, which to her looked more like a tent then a piece of clothing, and tried to figure out if it was big enough to fit the wide and bouncy frame of Felicia. Trying to picture the super large woman in her head, MJ compared the dress to Felicia’s figure and realized it was too small. If Felicia tried to put the four-X dress on, it would cling to her fat body like a second skin, barely covering her large, wobbly ass and eventually rip open exposing her huge bouncing tits for everyone to see. MJ found herself drooling slightly as that image ran through her head.

“Stop it!” MJ said, slapping herself lightly on the cheek. She was a married woman for Gods sake, she couldn’t go around fantasizing about other women, especially women that would love to see her break up with her husband.

Unbeknownst to anyone, even her husband, Mary Jane was bisexual. It was something she had discovered one day during high school in the lady’s shower. Both men and woman excited her, but she had never told anyone fearing that people would show prejudice to her sexual preference. Since she had married Peter, she had ignored any sexual feelings towards anyone of any gender except her husband. Nevertheless, with crime on the rise, Spider-Man was needed at all hours of the night and day, leaving MJ alone most of the time and forming a rift between her and Peter. She had barely seen him in a month and sex had been nonexistent in that time. Such a long span of not even being touched left MJ horny and irritated. All she wanted was to grab her husband and rip his clothes off with her teeth, but instead she was shopping for clothes for her husband’s old flame.

“Screw this,” MJ swore. She was unwilling to find a clerk and embarrass herself by asking to see even larger clothes. Felicia would have to make do with a couple of muumuu. Maybe she could tailor them to be wider; MJ wasn’t sure, all she really wanted was to get out of the clothes store before she humiliated herself further. Paying for the clothes, MJ walked out of the clothes store towards her car, where she had the rest of Felicia’s stuff.

She had gotten everything Felicia asked, fruits and vegetables, weight loss pills, exercise DVD's and off coarse, lots of ‘real’ food. MJ had bought everything, but she felt that the only thing that would be used would be the ‘real’ food she bought. She had stopped at the supermarket, buying pies, cakes, various meats and even a whole bucket of ice cream. She had bought all of the fatty food in the event that Felicia decided to forgo losing the weight and kept eating. MJ had a feeling that Felicia didn’t have the stamina to stick to her diet and would remain fat for a very long time. A smile grin formed on MJ’s face at the thought of the silver haired superhero remaining her humongous size, bouncing and jiggling around her apartment in skimpy clothes. MJ slapped herself again to rid her of any more fantasies.

During the whole ride back to Felicia’s apartment, MJ cursed herself and instead focused on her husband and how sexy he was in his red and blue spandex. Thoughts of her lean, flexible husband kept at bay any thoughts of soft, jiggling butts until MJ got to Felicia’s apartment. She headed up, the bags with the fatty food under her arm and the rest left in the car. MJ had a funny feeling Felicia was going to be hungry and it was best to bring up the food before everything else. Taking a calming breath before knocking, MJ lightly tapped on Felicia’s front door. The door cracked open and a chubby head poked out wearing a black mask. The sight of Felicia wearing her mask caught MJ slightly off guard. She hopped the former cat burglar wasn’t thinking about going out in custom because she would have quite a bit of trouble swinging around with the hundreds of extra pounds she had now.

“About time, I’m hungry,” Felicia quickly said and pulled MJ into her apartment before the redhead could say anything. The door slammed behind MJ and then she heard the unmistakable click of the lock being turned. Angered by the rudeness Felicia was showing, MJ turned to her to the other woman to give a tongue lashing, but found herself unable to speak at the sight she set her eyes on. Blocking the only exit was Felicia without a scrap of clothes on.

The super heavy woman was bear of any clothes, exposing her huge tits, her large hanging paunch and her wide thighs. MJ saw every fold of fat on her front and saw all of that jiggle as Felicia moved closer. Her nakedness didn’t seem to bother Felicia, who was smiling evilly at the thin model and rubbing her hands together. She had MJ all alone and at her mercy. It was time to show Mrs. Parker a thing or two about who the top cat really was.