Even though MJ said it aloud, right as Peter asked where they were it became clear to him. There were large posters of absolutely gorgeous women over various clothing. Some female oriented music was playing. And the scent of perfume was fresh in the air. Another dead giveaway was the logo on everything. But in the span of a single second, Mary Jane's answer to her husbands question suddenly seemed redundant. "This is a Victoria's Secret. I'm here to do some new underwear shopping. Have to find something that helps fit you too after all."

Hearing that made Peter stiffen, subtleties were over. MJ admitted that she not only intended to repeat what had been happening lately, but was trying to find a way to better the experience for herself. It felt as if all her feelings of concern vanished and were replaced with this bitchy need for self-pleasure. The kicker was Peter didn't even blame her; the last few weeks had taken their toll on everybody. And the sad fact was, his wife needed a husband to help go through it all. As he was now, Peter was more like a spider than a husband.

"Then…why am I out here…?" Peter asked his Goddess of a wife, unsure why he needed to be out in the open to do underwear and lingerie shopping.

The answer came in the form of a mysterious smile from MJ, who only seemed to find Peter's growing concern amusing. "You'll see." Her eyes darted to her free hand, which wasn't so free. In it was a bag of at least four different pairs of underwear, no bras to match. Just panties. And as this became clear, Peter finally noticed the sign overhead.

"Changing Room"

And it all clicked.

Next thing he knew, Peter was inside the actual changing room with MJ, who wasted no time in stripping down to her underwear and reaching for the new clothes to try on. She grabbed the first piece of underwear, a simple black pair of panties with some flower design to them. The red-haired woman eyed these with a bit of enjoyment in her eyes. MJ wiggled her hips until the red panties she had on at that moment fell to the ground, and in its place she placed her feet through the holes of the pair she was trying on. She pulled it up to about knee level before she stopped. At first Peter couldn't tell what it was, but a quick look from MJ said all that needed to be said. It was him…he was missing. A split second later, the giant hand of Mary Jane pulled Peter from the changing room bench and brought him towards the crotch area of the panties. With a faintly cushioned fall Peter landed in them, just in time to look up to see the lower lips of his wife come over him.

To MJ the panties were a nice fit, nice enough that she had some small goosebumps. The reason for this was quite simple; it was a brand that was known for being tight in the crotch. And well…since Peter was in the crotch…She looked to the mirror to see, sure enough, through the design she could see Peter forced halfway into her vagina, sticking out enough so he could breath, but in enough that he was inside her. MJ quickly pulled the panties back down before she got frisky, as well as pull Peter from the discarded underwear. The next pair was essentially the same thing, only white instead of black.

"This is kind of cute…eh?"

Truth be told, Peter was surprised his opinion was being asked for. And though he was worried he would be swallowed in MJ's vagina at any second, he knew better than to disagree with his increasingly demented wife. "Yeah, looks great hunny!"

"How does it feel?"

"Pretty cozy!" This of course, was a complete lie. But Mary Jane seemed content and she moved on to the next pair.

The third one was a thong, which made Peter a bit more nervous than he would have liked. But in true careless attitude, MJ grabbed him without even showing a hint of concern and laid him in the crotch section. Nevermind the fact there was literally a thin tight rope between him and certain death. Unfortunately for MJ (Which means great news for Peter) it didn't offer anything special in terms of her husband down there. And with the prices at Victoria's secret she wasn't just going to buy something that barely did anything. This came off and Peter was once again plucked out of it.

Now, the last one actually scared Peter a bit. It was the latest thing to hit Victoria's Secret, and admittedly, a nice idea. But in the current situation it didn’t come off as too nice. In a sense it was the bottom of a seashell bikini ensemble, basically a thong with a seashell for the crotch. But the seashell was specially made so it was completely clear. It was essentially a combo of see-through underwear and a seashell bikini. This was bad for a number of reasons, and each of them came to light right as Peter was placed in them and worn.

For one thing, if the white and black panties were tight, then this was completely cut off. There was zero extra space. Literally, Peter was neck deep in Mary Jane's snatch and even then could barely fit his head for fresh air. Over 90% of his body was inside his wife, kicking and staying afloat in the gooey liquid, constantly getting his wife aroused. Second, as opposed to the other pairs of underwear, the seashell was rock hard. So even though Peter had his head out, it was constantly being pushed against a rock. In just a few seconds he seemed to develop a headache. And last, and worst, out of it all was the transparency. Mary Jane was looking in the mirror and could see Peter in all his misery, as Peter could look to MJ and see how much she enjoyed him in there, despite how hellish this was and could be for him. What she said pretty much made it worse, "I think I'll buy a couple of these. They're perfect." A statement with no commentary from the peanut gallery.

Good news for Peter was the seashell piece came off quickly after that and MJ put her clothes all back on. She popped the locket back open with a smile, "Back in for you."

"Please MJ…I could barely breathe in there." Peter complained.

The only thing that made it seem like MJ even heard him was an annoyed twitch of her brow. Without even responding she dropped Peter pack in and literally shut him off from the rest of the world. All dressed, Mary Jane headed back to the counter and purchased the white and black panties and three different types of seashell bottoms. Peter paled as he heard this and wished he'd passed out from a lack of oxygen by then.

The woman at the counter gave MJ the price for these goods, "And would you like the top piece of those three seashell pieces for only an extra 10 dollars a piece? It's the perfect thing to do for your husband."

The red-head quickly thought to her shrunken husband before smiling, "I won't be needing them." And she paid and headed out.

Shall Mary Jane keep on shopping for things she could use with Peter or is it time to head on home and play with the shrunken hero some more?