Mixed feelings rose when Peter looked at his wife, happy that he was…well not be used for sex anymore, upset because of her expression. She was still the Mary Jane he knew and loved; her expression a very simple smile…but looking at her seemed to bring a chill into the air. It took a moment to place but Peter saw what was different, MJ’s eyes. The entire time he had been shrunken she always looked concerned or tired; now, she just looked as if she was looking at nothing in particular, her eyes showing just…apathy regarding her husband. A real heartbreaker to witness, his wife and his own fears had come to life; she had gone to the “Dark Side” and Peter was now likely going to be her pet. His spider sense’s tingling seemed to only confirm it.

Rubbing salt into the wound MJ wasn’t even focusing on Peter, only whatever it was she was up to. It actually took her several minutes before realized her shrunken pet had awakened. “Oh…morning.” She muttered nonchalantly. “I see you’re still alive.”

Peter felt he had to try to get his wife back to normal, a joke could work. “Well after all I am a superhero! I can handle anything you can dish out!”

“Good to know.” MJ mumbled, and something about her answer worried Peter. Had MJ really enjoyed their last session so much she’d decided to simply quit fighting her feelings?

“Uh…how long was I out?”

MJ shrugged, “I don’t know…a couple days I think. I kinda thought you died at first.” Peter was speechless. And for the first time MJ showed some emotion to him, she smiled. “Relax; I won’t let anything happen to you. It would ruin so many things…. Under my care you’ll be safe, like my own little pet.”

And there it was, the word pet; tossed out very subtlely…but you knew what it meant…and Mary Jane knew you knew that…hell this was turning into a psychological war! Peter nervously played with his hands, “Um…what are we going to do today? More searching for Molecular Man?”

MJ smiled and shook her head, “Decidedly not, I'm afraid.You see....I plan on heading to some stores. Got paid yesterday and I think I deserve a little something, don’t you agree?”

“Y-Yeah!” Another subtle hint…MJ used “I” for a “We” question…the situation seemed to get worse by the moment. “….What about me…?”

MJ appeared surprised by the question, “Well…you’re coming of course…I’ll be needing you for some stuff.” The phrase seemed ominous…Peter had to keep talking to prevent the tension in the air from driving him crazy. “Oh really? Where you going to hide me this time?”

Mary Jane reached into her cleavage and pulled out the last thing Peter wanted to see…a golden locket…one he purchased her when they got married. Inside the locket was a picture of the two as newlyweds. A much better a time, a time where Peter wasn’t less than an inch tall, a time when MJ saw him as more than a pet. “You’ll be in here, there’ll be plenty of air and this way you won’t get hurt unnecessarily. “

“Unnecessarily…” The word cut through Peter like a knife, but he didn’t dare say anything to MJ. “Okay…when do we leave then?”

In response the giantess hovered her palm over the locket, and simply flipped it over and let her husband fall in. Even with his spider powers Peter couldn’t hold on…he fell almost instantly, and after a good minute or so he landed against the hard glass of the locket. He saw what was hidden in the glass immediately, the picture of him and MJ…it was almost mocking him. “Now.” MJ finally answered, closing the locket and sealing Peter within. Not even a minute later, nor with warning, MJ put the locket back where it was and went right ahead on to leaving.

In the locket Peter experienced his own issues; unlike his wife/owner’s cleavage and panties the locket held no comfort whatsoever. The slight movements of MJ simply breathing moved things around and sent Peter flying against gold and glass. And to top it all off…MJ did say there was air…only not enough. Some was getting in…but nowhere near enough for full body functions. Peter was slowly suffocating…each collision with the locket knocked the wind out…and when he gasped for air…next to nothing. It wasn’t long before he didn’t have enough air to breathe, and fainted. That would have ended the legacy of Spider-Man right there too, but with him now being unconscious Peter now used far less air…he was alive…but barely. He remained unconscious for the remained of MJ’s trip, until she opened the locket and fresh air flowed in like a hurricane.

“Wake up.” MJ ordered coldly as Peter stirred, what sort of horrors were there going to be now? Whatever it would be it was not something good. That much was absolutely certain.

Still light headed Peter asked his question, “So…what store is this?”

MJ smiled, “It’s a…