The look his wife was giving him made Peter shrivel up in paralyzed fear. She had the look of a woman who had gone through one of the worst days of her life....which is how she always looked after work but this seemed...different. Her beautiful hair was a slight mess, makeup all gone, kind expression invisible behind what appeared to be contempt. Yeah....MJ wasn't looking too hot....and Peter figured out why she seemed worse than usual. Whether she was or wasn't was not the issue; the issue was...she had a rough day, is in a bad mood, and she has a man the size of her fingernail at her beck and call. He didn't want to even think of his wife like that, but Peter's spider sense said danger was near....and the longer he was with MJ the more it seemed to buzz around in his head.

Her eyes seemed unusually cold, as did her tone. "Hey Tiger...miss me?" The way she said it....made Peter nervous; she didn't say it in the sweet playful way....no this was more like a dominatrix talking to her slave...boying thinking of that relationship and his own made Peter almost wet himself.

It took a moment and several gulps before he could reply, "Um...yeah..I mean...I was with you the whole time but...we never really talked....I'm thankful you took me out of your pants when you had to go to the bathroom though." That one was definitely a crisis averted in his book. But after a wordless kiss Mary Jane slid him back into place. At first spending the day in her panties wasn't so bad...then work started. Jumping around, running, walking, all the movements she made caused MJ's thighs to rub Peter into something, and being where he was...it usually made things worse. Pleasurable...but worse; MJ no doubt got some weird looks from customers at her random yelping. Still MJ worked...worked her ass off for a bunch of slobs who fit the term human very loosely.

MJ giggled, but it wasn't really the kind of giggle Spider-Man liked. "Yeah...sorry about that. Lotsa running and water. Least I pulled you out. Now.....how was your day?"

Peter thought his answer out, if he said bad then MJ might get madder...good was probably the safest bet. "It was pretty good actually...we need to do it more often MJ."

Her eyes flickered, "I see....while I was suffering and making a fool out of myself with those pleasured sex yelps...you were having the ride of your life." It was hardly a reasonable statement but anger wasn't reasonable.

"MJ it wasn-"

"Shut it! I see how it is." She sighed and MJ looked at Peter in slight apology, "I'm sorry Peter...but it's been a hard day and I'm really moody......."

The typical Spider-Man witty reply came out before Peter could do a thing. "You can say that again."

MJ's anger came back in full force, "WHAT!?" Her ears were practically pouring out steam. "That tears it! Time for me to have some pleasure at your expense!"

"Come on hunny calm down!!" MJ was hot, A giant MJ was hotter, a moody giant one was scary as hell. She didn't even show a sign of hearing Peter talking. Fuming she.....