Spooktober 2020 Itsy Bitsy Problem

Itsy Bitsy Problem Spooktober 2020

Somewhere in deep in the broken concrete jungle of Detroit, a lone pedestrian entered a seemingly abandoned and condemned warehouse most vagrants wouldn’t even piss in. A man by the name of Anon had been here before, several times in fact. The building itself was indeed structurally unsafe and an eyesore, but looks can indeed be deceiving. Hidden behind a false brick was a keypad, which after the correct input would reveal a steel security door that unlocked a hidden elevator leading deep below. To the casual observer this would naturally come across as peculiar, a certified X-Files episode in the making where any conspiracy theorist would no doubt create an outrageous tale around. But to Anon this meant something more mundane, or at least mundane as one could get if your daily routine involved a rapid descent into a hidden laboratory the world has never seen before. Anon was simply visiting his girlfriend, who herself was far more outrageous than her secluded domicile. After humming to himself to the elevator speaker’s soft royalty free knockoff of “Weird Science”, the frequent visitor had reached his floor. The metallic doors slid open to artificial light and a labyrinth of mechanical wonders arranged in organized chaos. Various vials of unknown mixtures bubbled while machines hummed an electrical backup chorus, each device ranging in various sizes and purposes, all casually ignored by Anon as he walked deeper into the lab. A few steps into the complex had triggered a disembodied voice, an intelligent AI that was tasked in the day to day functions of the structure, and assistant all authorized visitors. Its name was P.A.L., which stood for “Personal Assistant and Landlord”, Anon’s girlfriend thought it was cute. Actually that was the real reason for anything she did, amusement, not to better the world through scientific achievement. Anon contemplated the ethical implications of this, but quickly dismissed the idea given that the world probably wasn’t ready for death rays and weather machines.
“Greetings ANON, how may I assist you today?” the overhead voice chimed.
“PAL, could you direct me to Adele’s current location, please?” Anon replied in a bored but polite tone.
“Dr. Brundle is currently in sector F. Would you like me to announce your arrival?”
“No thank you, I’m sure she wouldn’t listen anyway.” He grimaced, walking his way to sector F.
Doctor Adele Brundle was a brilliant mind who dabbled into nearly every field of science there was, be it old or new. Her research was driven only by imagination and the simple notion of “could I?”, with a common disregard of “should I?”. Doctor Brundle wasn’t recognized by any sort of university or regulated by any authority at all, much to her content. Simply put, she stated that bureaucracy was the grim reaper of invention, and what inventions she did make. However such scientific obsessions also meant isolation, neglect of a social life, the primary reason why Anon had paid her a visit this evening. Anon loved her of course, she was unlike any woman he had met before, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t occasionally become annoyed at her either. Adele hadn’t left her subterranean lab in over a week, and it was high time her boyfriend pry her away from whatever insane experiment she was conducting so she could have some normal fun now for a change. Although one could understand why Dr. Adele Brundle wasn’t too keen on above ground social interaction immediately just by looking at her. It may have something to do with the second set of arms, the wings, and the other insectoid attributes she possessed. Yes after a botched experiment with a self-tested teleportation device, Dr. Brundle had accidentally fused her human DNA with that of a fly that had unfortunately flown into the machine the minute of atomic deconstruction and reassembling thus resulting into her…..condition. It’s actually how she and Anon first met, humorous as fate would have it. At the time, her boyfriend was seeking employment, and responded to a personal ad that read “WANTED: LAB ASSISTANT AND POSSIBLE LAB RAT. WALK-INS WELCOME”. He was there when accident happened, he threw the switch, and he remained with her ever since. Maybe it started because of guilt, or perhaps he grew to love the eccentric woman despite her cosmetic catastrophe, either way it was irrelevant at this point. Adele was excitement in his life, both good and bad, and she adored having someone whom appreciated her work, even if it got out of hand at times.
Anon had made his way to Sector F, the lights were dimmed in this region, the walls only illuminated by electrical discharges. He wasn’t sure if the experiment required darkness, or if Adele was playing mad scientist again for dramatic effect. The gentleman was leaning towards the latter, as he could hear his beloved’s cackling laughter from within the room. There before him was intelligent insectoid, each arm fiddling with various controls, her eyes obscured by safety goggles as she intently observed some unknown energy bombard her test target. Though she wasn’t alone, as she was aided by small creatures of her own making. Small, amphibious, and all around unpleasant, her personal workforce “The Reegors” scuttled from here to there to obey their master’s orders. They were named as such to poke fun at the iconic Mary Shelly character of course, complimented by the unpleasant “Reeeee” noise they bellowed when failing to communicate. To an outsider, the Reegors looked like abominations, and to an extent they were, but to Anon they were just creepy and at times annoying. Brundle, in one of her more questionable projects, scoffed at the idea of so many high school dissection frogs being wasted on such primitive education for disinterested teenagers. So as a result, she……acquired a stockpile of refrigerated frogs for the sole purpose of being reanimated, mutated, and employed. These short and hideous frog men were surprisingly capable, mechanically skilled drones, but sadly still imperfect. Disposable was the trait that best described them unfortunately, for you see the Reegors weren’t built to last. The process which created them was only temporary, and in time they would degrade into a puddle of green biomass. Combine this with the various workplace accidents and occasional Reegor self-termination, Adele seemed to go through them faster than a gallon of milk. Anon once argued with Adele regarding the ethics of creating such creatures, but this quickly passed the minute he realized how many bio lab frogs were wasted in your average high school.
Adele clearly had not noticed Anon had entered the room, giggling to herself as she watched her labors come to fruition. “Number 382, increase power!” she signaled to one of her various assistants that were scattered across the testing area. A Reegor obeyed, hopping to one of the control panels, turning a dial. The electrical discharges of her device became stronger, the light becoming more intense, her beloved observing from behind shielding his eyes from the intensity.
“Yes, that’s it!” she cried, her full attention to that of her target. After she was satisfied with the results displayed on various instruments, she signaled to cut the power. The beams ceased, the machine became to quiet down, and the lights had switched on so she could observe the fruits of her labor. Her concentration and admiration were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice standing behind her.
“You do realize it’s Friday, right?” Anon stated in a stern tone.
With a quiet EEP!, a startled Adele felt a shiver down her green thorax, her cute antennae becoming rigid like a frightened cat. She did an about face, locking eyes with her beloved as if a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar before dinner. “Oh hey, Love Bug.” she sheepishly replied, all four of her hands doing awkward nervous ticks at once, impossible for a normal person to do. Her eyes looked at her two left wrists, each arm displaying various watches displaying the time from every region possible. “I….did it again, didn’t I?”
“Yup.”
“It’s Flyday already?”
“Please stop calling it that.”
“You’re mad, aren’t you?”
He stood there with his arms crossed, his face hard to read. “You forgot it was date night, didn’t you?”.
Dr. Brundle responded with a nervous laughter, her shoulders shrugged as her wings flickered. She was expecting Anon to start ranting about her work consuming her life, but instead was met with smile with his hand rubbing his forehead. The truth was that Anon couldn’t stay mad at her for long, for this is who she was, and frankly wouldn’t have it any other way. He walked over to her, embracing the gifted genius with a hug, kissing her on the forehead between her ticklish antennas. “Adele, you’re brilliant, but you got to learn how to have a life outside of these walls” he said. Relieved, Dr. Brundle returned the hug with both sets of arms, and nuzzled his chest. “I’m sorry, Anon. Once I get going, I can’t stop. You know that better than anyone”. She was right, and to be expected at this point. Why one time Adele spent an entire week in isolation, obsessing over how to create a race of atomic monsters with octagonal shaped bodies that were supposed to suck blood, and somehow sell these creatures to the NBA. Anon was glad that project got scrapped, she was starting to act a bit nutty.
“Oh Love Bug, we can still do something fun! I promise. Tell you what, I’ll drop everything right now, and we can go topside. I can have the Reegors finish up here” she said, looking up at Anon with a smile peeking behind her mandibles. Her response was overheard by the Reegors, whom then proceeded to screech in unison. “You losers are not getting a union!” she yelled, shaking all of her fists “any more back-sass, and I’m throwing out the pinball machine!”. The amphibious men returned to work, ribbiting unintelligible curses to their boss. “I knew I should have built robots.”
Letting go of Dr. Brundle, Anon’s curious eye wandered to the testing table that was previously in use. “So are you going to tell me what you were working on?”
Adele’s face lit up. Her body began to bounce up and down with excitement, her wings beating and buzzing to the point where each tiny jump made her float. If there was one thing in this world Doctor Brundle loved more than her research, it was showing it off to Anon. Her boyfriend didn’t always understand the intricacies of her work, but couldn’t deny and admire the results.
“You’re going to love this one!” replied Adele, dancing around the small testing table, containing a small glass box. She said that about every project.
“Is it something that will help you stop eating garbage?” he snickered.
She turned around, replying in a offended tone. “I told you already, I was looking for spare parts! Dumpster diving is a great way to save money, and it’s good for the environment. Also who throws out two-thirds of a Snickers Bar?!”
Anon approached the box laughing at her defensive posture, his eyes squinted, his head leaning in to see what the casing contained. “It’s a…..spider?”
Dr. Brundle’s started rubbing her hands together with glee “Not just any spider, Anon. Remember when we were watching that Spider-Man movie and you said how cool it would be to have those powers?”
“HOLY FUCK YOU CAN MAKE ME SPIDER-MAN?!”
“No that’s scientifically impossible and stupid. I’m not magician.”
Anon was clearly disappointed, but tried to stay invested. “So what’s so special about the spider?”
“I’ve created a species of spider that can create silk extraordinarily stronger than most common alloys!” Adele cried with joy “Don’t you see the applications with such fibers?”
“So….no radioactive spider blood?”
“It’s not radioactive!......I hope. I probably should have had lead shielding in here.”
“How did you get it to turn invisible?”
“What?”
“The spider, it’s not there.”
“WHAT!?”
Adele quickly looked over the container. Anon was correct, the spider was gone! Upon closer inspection, Adele gasped at what happened. Apparently during the test, the wonder machine had unfortunately damaged the vessel containing the experiment. The spider was free.
“GAH! Containment breach! Okay, okay, no need to panic. Help me find it, Anon! Watch your step, I’ll get a jar or something.” Adele’s head searching left and right, her body unsure on how to react or which way to go.
“Relax, it couldn’t have gotten far” he reassured her “I’ll check over here.”
As soon as anon turned around to look, Adele’s face grew pale. The slippery arachnid was climbing up his back, and making its way to the base of Anon’s neck. Speechless and frantic, she grabbed a container and tackled her unsuspecting boyfriend. Crashing to the floor, Anon uttered a few confused curses while Adele successfully captured her tiny yet illusive subject. Sealing the lid, the crisis was averted, or so she thought. Breathing a sigh of relief, she marveled at her creation as Anon stood up.
“Ow! Dammit, Adele, mind warning me first before doing something like that?”
“Circumstances required action, and there are so many uncertain variables when dealing with a specimen like this.”
“Uhuh. Say, you wouldn’t happen to know where the first aid kit is do you?”
“Anon, c’mon, I barely touched you. You’re telling me you can’t take a little roughhousing from little old me?”
“No, not you, I think that thing bit me.”
“……What?”
Dr. Brundle finally looked around to her horror. Anon was rubbing his neck from where the spider once crawled. It had indeed bitten him, and already getting swollen red. One of her hands carefully placed the imprisoned spider on a desk, another found its way to her mouth for nail-biting, while the remaining two hands proceeded to yank her antennae in a stressful impulse. This was clearly not good.
“It doesn’t feel too bad. You got any-GAAACK!” Anon was suddenly interrupted by a jolt to his chest, sweat forming on his brow. Before he could ask what was happening, Adele ran to his side before he could drop to the floor with convulsions. In a panic she buzzed her wings and flew both of them to a different part of the lab, an area equipped with various medical tools of Dr. Brundle’s own design. She placed her beloved on a bed, and searched various compartments to find something that could help. However Adele wasn’t actually sure what was wrong with him. She assumed it may be a negative reaction to the spider’s venom, but this was technically a new species she knew very little about currently. The doctor spent so much time engineering one specific attribute of the creature, its silk production, she was uncertain what the experiments had done to its other biological traits. The brilliant bug assumed the worst, but tried not to think about it. This wasn’t the time to let fear overcome her, not now. Anon needed her, and his life could depend on it.
“Don’t panic, Anon! Try to breathe. If its poison, I can probably administer a something to counteract it…..but then again I don’t know what kind of venom it has. Think Adele, think! I could put your brain inside a cybernetic body and…no that’s stupid. Oh! I could put your brain in a cloned body I grew for you! Wait, you told me not to clone you, I forgot about that. Um…..ah… I could freeze your brain and-“
Her ramblings were interrupted by Anon’s groaning, and a look that basically shouted “please stop thinking of ways to use my brain”. Adele regained her composure. It was her unfortunate habit to talk too much when nervous, overthink the situation. Taking a deep breath, she flew over to another storage cabinet, and retrieved a small needle. Yet before Dr. Brundle could administer the injection, the situation had become even more….complicated. It was at this moment that Anon visually began to undergo a metamorphosis, and increase in size. Leaping from the bed, on all fours, unnatural protrusions emanated from his backside. Additional limbs began to sprout and take shape, his face forming unnatural fangs and additional eyes, all of which culminating into a monstrous visage of some man-spider hybrid of brutish proportions. Doctor Brundle stood there in disbelief, horror, and to her own regret slight scientific admiration. Anon had technically become a “Spider-Man” as he previously commented, just not one either were expecting. The nightmarish creature let out a blood curdling roar, and ran out of the room deep into the labyrinth-like laboratory.
“…..Okay…..so that’s a thing.” she replied.
Buzzing out of the room, Adele signaled P.A.L. as she made her way to another sector, hoping to find the tools she would need to end this crisis.
“P.A.L. activate protocol #7538!” she commanded to the ethereal voice.
“Yes, Dr. Brundle. Commencing purge now.” It responded.
“Purge? Shoot, is that the wrong command?” Adele replied with confusion.
She got her answer from distant sounds from other portions of the lab, loud screeching followed by loud POPS. Reaching her destination, it was covered in several pools of green goo.
“Dammit, that was the Reegor killswitch wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Dr. Brundle.”
“FFFFUUU-….activate protocol #7539, please”. This was clearly not her day.
“Yes, Doctor. Containment enabled. Total lockdown initiated.”
“Thank you, P.A.L. I’ll have to mop up later, and grow more assistants.”
Approaching the equipment, Adele gazed at a single vial of solution. It was a failed ant-mutagen she once used to rid herself of her insectoid features. A project long since shelved, mostly by coming to terms of what she now was. However where this serum failed her, she hoped would help Anon. His transformation was different, and hopefully could be purged before it permanently altered his DNA. Anon wasn’t exactly in the position to cooperate, so the cure would need to be administered by force. To do so, Dr. Adele Brundle would have to rely on a special dart rifle of her own design, which was luckily available in this room of collected junk both achievements and works in progress.
“Alchemy for Dummies Vol 3, no, pinball machine to sell to the Libyans, no, pistol that turns people into pick-AHA! Found it. My tranquilizer gun. I really need to clean up in here.” Armed and ready to save Anon, Adele loaded her rifle with the darts that were left in the ammo case.
“Alright Adele, here’s the game plan” she coached herself “You have 3 darts to snooze the big guy, and one dart to stick him with the cure. Hopefully that will be enough, and we can all laugh about this later.”
Adele heard a roar echoing from another part of the complex.
“….He’ll be fine. This will work. We’re going to have the best date night ever, even if it kills us.”
Another roar bellowed from afar, impossible to tell exactly from where.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that. Enough delays, its game time Adele!” a remark that was a vain attempt to pump herself up. She glanced at one of her wrist watches, and began pressing buttons in one of them. The screen flickered from a digital clock, to a mini radar displaying a blinking dot with a quiet PING sound.
“And those online message boards said putting a tracking chip on your spouse was “unethical and creepy”. I’m coming, Anon!” with rifle and tracker in hand, Adele flew out of the room and pursued her target. Though she pondered who was hunting who exactly.
Carefully she floated down the corridor, her feet an inch off the ground as her wings gently buzzed. Dr. Brundle was on full alert, her eyes fixed on the radar watch, indicating that Spider-Anon had not moved since she activated the tracker. This whole misadventure was starting to feel like a bad science fiction/horror movie she thought to herself. His locator blinked that he was occupying the break room, a modest kitchenette Adele and the Reegors would relax in for brief periods. This puzzled the fly woman, as she was sure Anon would be constantly on the move. Closer she crept until she finally made it inside the Reegor goo ridden rest area, she was starting to feel bad about that mishap. Her mourning was quickly put aside by the fact that Anon was nowhere to be seen, despite what her device beeped. The signal was coming from….the fridge? Impossible she thought. Anon couldn’t even fit in that sorry excuse for a cooler even when human. Upon opening the fridge she saw her tracking device next to an old sandwich, attached with a love note that read “Please don’t bug me, bug butt <3”.
“Perhaps hiding it in his pants pocket wasn’t the slyest of methods” she commented.
However Adele’s contemplation on how to find Anon was no longer required. He had found her. Dr. Brundle’s train of thought was interrupted by a substance dripping from the ceiling. A weak corrosive liquid had burned through her lab coat, but only tingled her body. Looking up she saw her mutated man dangling from the ceiling tiles, ready to pounce. A reflexive dodge to the side had saved her thorax, but Anon was quickly gaining on her. Adele’s wings had given her the speed that she needed to stay one step ahead of the 8 legged monstrosity, but she couldn’t rely on that forever. Zigging and zagging her away around the room, Adele attempted to find a clean shot to administer the sedatives. A few tags from the darts would hopefully pacify her love long enough to give him the cure, but that was a big IF. The lumbering beast roared and clawed after Dr. Brundle, a comedic display many are probably familiar with in the futile efforts to catch a buzzing fly by hand. The creature’s frustration was palpable, and it was at that time it resorted to dirtier methods to ensnare its prey. From Anon’s mutated mouth he spat the corrosive saliva, this time tagging Adele in the arm. She wondered if her own mutation protected her from harm, as the goo only seemed to erode her favorite jacket’s sleeve, dripping to the floor.
“Cmon, Anon. I don’t have a lot of these jackets!” she retorted, still trying to get a shot at the quick adversary. “You know for a spider you’re not exactly living up to your name yet, and can’t even trap a fly.” She would eat those words, kind of like how Anon planned to eat her. Her taunt was met with a flying strand of silk originating from one of Anon’s hands. Adele was fast, but not fast enough. The woven weapon had tagged her wings, gumming up her one and only advantage against the arachnid. “I deserved that.” She was grounded. Dr. Brundle realized that in order to win, she would need to lose. Drawing her weapon she planted her feat waiting for her foe. Anon pounded his chest like a gorilla, ready to attack. He then proceeded to charge Dr. Brundle, spewing more of the corrosive bile at his prey as if his spider instincts tried to soften up his meal. Adele endured the attack, her clothes disintegrating, but she remained fine, taking aim at her opponent in a last ditch gambit for victory.
“Smile!”
The fly woman fired three shots from her dart gun, a muffled burst of air exiting the barrel sending the needles into Anon’s chest. At the last second Adele braced herself for impact, but luckily the shots and the injections forced Anon to buckle, just missing her as he tumbled motionless on the ground. Releasing a breath of relief, Dr. Brundle took a minute to find her composure, and search for the anti-mutagen that had left her person when her wardrobe melted.
“Phew! That was intense.” the naked and slightly sticky woman commented. “After you’re restored, I may have to look into this spider mutant stuff more. It’s terrifying, efficient, and kind of badass. But let’s get you…well you first.”
Scanning the room, she found where she had dropped the cure vial. But something else caught her eye next to it. Wiping Anon’s deadly bile from the object revealed one of Adele’s dart casings from the rifle. In her frantic attempt to arm herself for this battle, she only now just noticed something was off with container.
“Wait a minute” she thought “the snooze darts I label blue. This is orange. Why the hell did make orange darts? What did I use this gun for last time?”
Her mind was trying to think back to months of various projects, any projects that involved darting a live test subject.
“Oh now I remember. I wanted to test the mating habits of cloned dinosaurs. And then….hmm, I had to set the mood. So I-“
The color drained from her face upon realizing what she had done.
“I…..oh no…..”
Slowly turning around, she noticed Anon had recovered, and was visibly more “agitated” than before.
“Spanish Fly” she gulped, looking down at his now mutated and fully erect appendage.
Before Adele could react, she was already cocooned from head to toe, and being carried over Spider-Anon’s shoulder. Naked, incased inside a silk prison, wriggling in vain to get free, Dr. Brundle couldn’t think of a worse or more embarrassing defeat in her career. On the bright side Anon couldn’t exactly gloat over this, she still had the vial of anti-mutagen, and she wasn’t going to be eaten, but she feared the “bad news” was soon coming. Fidgeting within her woven bonds, her mind raced at what was going to transpire. You see Anon and Adele had been dating for a good while now, but their romantic progress thus far has been slow to say the least. This was due to numerous factors, most of which Adele admitted was her own fault. The two of them had kissed on several occasions, but beyond that the odd couple had never officially consummated their relationship. She wanted to say it was all due to her compulsion to bury herself in her work, but in truth a portion of Adele was afraid to be intimate with Anon. Dr. Brundle would never tell Anon this, but she sometimes questioned why he stayed with her at all. She neglected him, and for some reason still found beauty in what she was despite her “condition”. He was understanding and patient the entire time, and wished to better herself when all of this was over, IF she was ever going to get the chance that is.
Like a caveman returning to his domicile after a successful hunt, Spider-Anon returned to his “nest” with his helpless prize. The mutated man was surprisingly busy in such a short amount of time it seemed. In one of the poorly lit, old storage rooms, Anon had crafted a crude spider web between dusty boxes and equipment. Effortlessly, Anon threw the helpless bug winged woman onto the web. Upon impact  Dr. Brundle bounced gently on the sticky cradle, kicking up dust that had long been undisturbed.
“Mmmphrrruupmhumph!” she mumbled in vain. Roughly translated, her web gagged grunting meant “Anon please fight it, also I need to clean up in here”.
Spider-Anon positioned himself on top of Adele, his malformed girth rubbing against her encased slender body. All four of his eyes scanned his helpless captive, whom was contemplating his next move. Was it all primal instinct driving Anon, or perhaps deep rooted desires now made flesh for the first time? One of his clawed hands reached for her face, she winced out of reflex, only to be surprised by the hand clearing her mouth of the webbed gag that had previously silenced her. Adele was about to say something, only to be quickly silenced by Spider-Anon’s enhanced appendage forcefully entering her mouth. The abrupt entry was met with a wet gagging sound, coughing from her own saliva and Anon’s secreted juices as his member violated her airway. Her eyes rolled back from the experience as her bound body lied there in the suspended nest rocking violently to his motions. However to her own surprise, what started as a painful cry for air quickly became waves of pleasure, almost a drunken desire she previously had not experienced before. Dr. Brundle’s thoughts were becoming foggy, but in a brief moment of clarity she pondered if the injected aphrodisiacs coursing through Anon’s body were also affecting her biology, as if the exchange of fluids had drugged her as well. This thought was unfortunately lost in the rattling of her oral assault, and Dr. Adele found herself lost in a sea of new erotic experiences. After a few more violent thrusts, Anon erupted inside Adele’s mouth, drowning her in the drugged ejaculation that she was now greedily consuming like nectar.
Exiting her, giving Adele a chance to breathe, the creature wasted no time in continuing on its next conquest. With ease Spider-Anon flipped Dr. Brundle on her stomach, whom was still dizzy with ecstasy. Ripping a hole into the webbing below her waist, the arachnid began entering her moist depths. Adele liked to think of herself as an intellectual, a dignified woman. These notions were quickly abandoned given the new sensations she was now feeling, breathing and grunting like a helpless animal.
“Blah! Ah! Ah!” was the extent of her vocabulary at this time.
Her proboscis dangled from her mouth, her face moist with various fluids. It was a sight to behold, and had she’d been in the right state of mind she would have been red with embarrassment from the display, especially in front of Anon. Her analytical mind tried to regain composure, focus, which was hard to do with a foot of genetically altered lust and anger penetrating her body. Adele told herself she needed to snap out of it, for Anon’s sake. She needed to cure him, but how? Whether it was from perversion or creativity, a thought entered her mind. Unable to turn and look at her love, she proceeded to taunt her assailant as the web nest shook with lustful violence.
“C-C’mon Love Bug, let me have it! I know you GAAAAH- can do a lot better than OH SCIENCE YOU’RE ACTUALLY LISTENING!!!!”
The creature wasn’t as mindless as he appeared. The arachnid alter-ego increased his pace, leaning in close to Adele’s head, clicking and hissing into her ear. Not wasting a moment, Adele used her proboscis to “kiss” Anon deeply. To an observer, this was the fly woman indulging further into her newfound erotic fantasies, which was partly true. However this action served a second function as well, she was trying to get Spider-Anon to start drooling. Successful in her gambit, Anon’s mouth began to dribble the slightly corrosive substance, which was beginning to erode her tight bonds. In a short amount of time, all four of her arms were free, with the cure vial still in hand. All Adele needed now was for Anon to tire himself out so she could give him the serum.
Another explosive release erupted within her, an electric sensation rippling through her very being. Spider-Anon collapsed on the silk-like hammock next to her, clicking and panting. Adele awkwardly tried to sit up on the web, now completely free from her restraints. Carefully she wobbled her way to Anon’s side, and gently poured the vial down his throat.
“There” she said, gasping for air “Now we just have to wait for it to kick IIIIIIIIIINNNNN!!!!!”
Anon had gotten his second wind, and third, fourth, fifth,……a near endless amount of stamina to burn off, and the perfect companion to help him through his various changes.

Hours later, Anon was returned to normal. He awoke beneath the decaying web, groggy, and above all confused.
“….why am I naked?” he stated, looking around the storage room, unclear as to what happened.
“Help…..meeeee…..”
Anon was alarmed by a faint voice. Briefly spooked, he listened carefully trying to pinpoint where it was coming from
“Help….meeeee…..” it repeated.
Gazing up, he saw his girlfriend dangling from the unnaturally large spider web, completely covered in fluids, leaking to be more precise.
“Help….me…..down….please….”
Frantically looking for a ladder, Anon carefully carried Adele down. After awkward silent showers, Anon was making his way to the elevator.
“So you’re sure you’re okay?” he said with concern.
Adele gave a weak thumbs up, four in fact “Just a little tired…and sore. We can watch that movie tomorrow. Promise”
“I’ll….call you later.” Anon replied. “I’ll let you know if there are any….side effects.” The elevator began to close “Love you.”
Adele shuttered with glee. She wasn’t sure why, but that particular “love you” struck all the right chords within her soul. Maybe she was relieved Anon was okay, or maybe she was thankful that Anon still wanted to hang out with her despite the complications that day.
“P.A.L.” Adele beckoned “Did you….record any of that?”
“Yes, Dr. Brundle. Would you like me to archive or delete the footage?”
Adele’s antennae twitched. “Save file footage under private folder. I want to….review it. F-F-For research of course!”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Doctor Brundle spent the remainder of the evening “reviewing” the footage. It would appear that she had found her new muse, and a new line of projects to start. She didn’t think Anon would mind, in fact, he might even contribute more than ever before.