“Welcome back Tiger. Did you tie up any naughty criminals during patrol,” purred Spider-Man’s sensual, gorgeous wife as soon as he touched down on the floor. He smiled under his mask as she strutted towards him, breasts bouncing with every step. He lifted his mask up over his mouth and pulled his wife into an open mouth kiss. Their tongues met as they passionately kissed, holding onto each other as hard as they could. They franticly kissed for several minutes before breaking apart to catch their breath. This was one of the things Spider-Man loved about his wife; she was always full of passion.

“Good morning to you too,” Spider-Man said as he stepped back to look his wife over. “Why are you wearing your costume? Don’t tell me my favourite kitty is thinking about stealing again?”

“Honey, my stealing days are over. I just wanted to see if my old costume fits me. What do you think babycakes, does this outfit make my butt look big?” As she asked, Black Cat made a pose, sticking her chest and butt out for Spider-Man to look at. Spider-Man licked his lips as he looked at his sex kitten in her tight, black costume. Since all the super powered women in New York began eating criminals, their waist lines had expanded with their appetites. Some of them had gained a few hundred pounds while others, like She-Hulk, had only put on a couple extra pounds of fat. Black Cat was in between those two groups.

Her face was rounder, with puffy cheeks and a wider neck; it made Black Cat look as cute as a kitten to Spidey. The other changes to her body weren’t cute they were down right sexy. Black Cat had already been packing a pair of double-Ds, now they were two cups bigger and bouncier then ever. In her tight, cleavage-exposing costume, her huge knockers were pushed together so tightly that Spidey could barely fit his hand between them, which he tried everyday. Back Cat had a potbelly now that stuck out under her big breasts, like a real cat she loved getting her full stomach rubbed. Her hips were wider with her thick, luscious legs standing further apart. Black Cat’s arms were a little flabbier too, but most of her fat went right to her butt. Her ass stretched out her tight black pants to the point where Spider-Man thought she was going to have a wardrobe malfunction any second. Her big peach shaped rump pushed out from behind her, looking juicier then any peach Peter had ever seen. Black Cat was his chubby little kitten and Spidey loved every inch of her.

“Your ass looks huge in your old costume! I swear that each cheek looks bigger then my head! It looks like your hiding two wrecking balls in your pants! Two very soft, bouncy wrecking balls!”

“In that case, I’ll wear it more often,” Black Cat purred and pulled her husband into another kiss, this time moving his hand down to her big rump. Spidey gave one of her supple ass cheeks a squeeze, feeling the yielding fat underneath the light cloth. Black at looked so sexy in her old costume, but he still couldn’t wait to rip it off and fuck her brains out. He was about ready to throw her to the ground and make love right on the floor, but like usual, someone called out for Spider-Man to save them.

“Spider-Man! Come quick! Save me!”

Black Cat and Spider-Man’s eyes met as they knew exactly who was calling out for help. Putting his arm around his wives waist, they walked into their wide, open bedroom. A couple months ago, they moved into their new home with the money that Black Cat had saved up from her days as a thief. Peter at first didn’t want to use the ill-gotten money, but realized that he had no choice. They needed a much bigger place, with much more sturdy floors and neighbours who wouldn’t notice Peter’s other wife.

A lot had changed since the day criminals were put on the menu of female heroes. The change brought out new emotions in not only the females heroes, but the men as well. While the effect was seen instantly in the women who found themselves craving a big, juicy squirming meal, the effect on the men wasn’t notice until they got alone with the hungry ladies. The men were hungry too, but they didn’t want to eat flesh, they wanted to fuck it. The male heroes libidos became huge and it quickly became apparent that the same was happening for the females. Pretty soon, everyone was feeling hornier then ever before and no one was hit harder then Spidey.

Spider-Man always had a healthy sex drive, but since he laid eyes on she-Hulk eating Black Widow alive, all he could think about was sex. He was lucky that he had a wife with a sex drive that had already been high, but even her lust failed to catch up with his new libido. All Spider-Man could think of was sex and he was worried he might screw things up with his wife by having an affair. Then one night, his worst fear became realized, but ironically, his new problem was solved.