Compared to leaping from building to building this jump was nothing at all, with all the water surrounding both him and his wife he would have been safe even in the rare chance of him messing up. It was this same water that led to Peter's ineveitable fate. When he took off running Peter grinned, more than ready to nestle himself between his wife's breasts and hopefully lead it to somewhere else but a residue of water on MJ's kneecap had proven fatal. When Peter's small foot touched the miniscule puddle all the balance the nerdy hero had left him in an instant, his leap of greatness had become a stumble of embarassment. The distance Peter meant to cover was probably about twenty yards, a good distance but nothing for Spider-man, Peter only went about five. Instinctively the hero flailed his arms and let out a surprised scream; in a similar manner Mary Jane let out a gasp which, when taking Peter's size into account, sounded more or less like a scream. Peter's surprised shriek ending up becoming more of one of terror when he realized where he was falling...towards his wife's vagina....again.

"Why do I keep ending up there?! He mentally yelled as he braced for the familiar plunge. Memories resurfaced of the last few times Peter ended up there...each time it did not go well... Once that chill of Peter in her happy place reached MJ's pleasure center she essentially became a sex addict, and Peter had experienced that before. Each time he nearly died from drowning or the pressure within his wife, inside a bathtub full of water there was a good chance he would no leave alive. He knew that, and his wife certainly did but logic would not be her main idea when he made his landing. A small splash into the water showed Peter had broken the water's surface. For a second Peter felt like he wouldn't even reach his wife, that she would dodge or something; no such luck. In the limited space of a bathtub MJ couldn't even budge, and Peter fell enough so that his legs had entered the confines of the giantess. A chill ran out throughout Mary Jane's body as the familiar pleasure tickled her sensitive area.

In an instinctive motion not of her own accord MJ's fingers flew into the water and pushed her husband's body entirely into her as pleasuring shrieks rang out. Peter's instinctive flails within her sent the pleasure center of her brain into an absolute party to which she had no control. A part of her cried to stop but in this euphoria Mary Jane not only could not, but didn't want to. She wanted her husband deeper within her, worshipping her from within like a miniscule ant; and with her fingers she made that desire a reality. His small centimeter-like frame against her index finger MJ ran him along the walls of her cervix; yelling commands that Peter would almost surely die from doing.

"Lick me! Kiss me from within! Sell your very being to my body and pleasure me!!!! Worship GOD!!" She was so wet Mary Jane was probably giddy to the point it was like narcotics.

Although underwater Peter could make out his wife's words through her body, she was saying it so loud it rang throughout her very being. She had lost control before but not to this degree....with a chill Pete remembered what his wife said when he decided to stay. How she may not be able to stop; was it to come so soon? Only after one day? His wife's shriekings seemed to confirm it. Yet even now Peter did not regret his decision, if he had to be a slave, a bug to a person; he would have wanted it to be Mary Jane. At that very moment the water and lack of air had its result on him, Peter Parker fell unconcious as MJ kept going.

With a complete disregard for any possibility of Peter's survival Mary Jane kept going deeper and deeper, going so far as to imagine Peter worshipping her from within. In her euphoric state of mind she was God and he was a mere ant, destined only to do what she wanted until he died. A part of her knew it was wrong, a much larger part simply didn't care. A sudden chill said the climax had come, and wanting the most of it Mary Jane slid four entire fingers in there and pushed the hero Spider-Man into the very deepest part of her. When the surge came it was so great...so powerful it simply forced her hand out of there. The pleasure was nigh undescribable, even the greatest drugs known to the universe couldn't even come close to comparing to what Mary Jane was feeling at that moment. The power she wielded over her husband, she loved it with the white hot passion of a thousand burning suns.

Speaking of her husband, Mary Jane lost him in the heat of the climax. Eyes scanning the surface of the water she found him, limp and floating around. To be blunt Peter looked dead, and even with the euphoria fading MJ didn't feel like she lost a husband, she felt like she lost a pet. Carefully MJ lifted the body of her husband with a finger, he wasn't moving.

" Is he...dead? " Emotions began to reign throughout Mary Jane's being, Peter was dead or at the very least...nearly dead. She wasn't sure what to do.

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Groaning Peter began to awaken, the last thing he remembered was falling into the water and then.....unspeakable horrors. But he was alive...so what happened? Vision still a tad blurry it took a moment but he saw the environment. They were still in the bathroom tub, Peter was in MJ's hand...but what was she doing?