The Incredible Shrinking Mary Jane Watson

[CipherZero]

From my Deviant Art



He'd spent years dreading this moment, but he had no idea that it'd happen like this.

Even with his suit and gear updated after a trip to Tony Stark's laboratory, he wasn't fast enough. There would always be something menacing his friend, his lover, the reason he kept going, Mary Jane Watson. In this case, a rogue Doombot loose on Broadway, wildly firing a shrinkray from its glitched hands. There'd been stranger threats for certain, but this was the one that hit Mary Jane. He saw the blast, and immediately after, he'd managed to deactivate the Doombot with a single punch. He hadn't noticed that Mary Jane had escaped to a nearby alleyway in the commotion.

She'd agreed to wear a spider-tracer at all times, albeit reluctantly, so finding her wasn't difficult. What he found was her stylish clothes in a pile on the pavement below. Chic pastel colors draped over a tiny mass. The upgraded sensors in his mask measured it at 2 feet 10 inches tall and 18 pounds-- half Mary Jane's height and, appropriate to the square-cube law, an eighth her mass.

He crouched still as he saw the little figure emerge from the pile of clothes, slowly and gingerly. Much smaller than she was this morning, and completely naked, but otherwise the same. Even as panicked as he was over Mary Jane's incident and transformation, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. He never understood how the kindest, cutest, most compassionate, and sexiest woman in the multiverse ended up in his orbit, but as her voluptuous figure stood before him, he was all too aware of her fragility amidst the sea of weird shit that defined his life.

"Pete," she squeaked in a much higher voice than before, "Why are you so big,"

"I-it's not me that's big, MJ", he stammered.

"And why am I naked--" she said, stopping herself immediately upon the realization that she'd shrunk. In an instant Peter'd used his repaired web shooters to solve that problem, tapping lightly to cover her private parts with splotches of webbing.

"We'll get this sorted, honey, but at least that problem's solved?" He said, sheepishly. Mary Jane did not look amused, but she had substantially less small challenges ahead of her...

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She'd gotten inside her apartment unseen, thanks in to her boyfriend swinging them through the city at dizzying speeds. She'd gotten some clothes Peter found at a goodwill, taken off of a My Size Barbie-- a creepily large doll whose form was closest to that of a shrunken woman. She'd even gotten her make-up reapplied, with surprisingly clean results for now-oversized cosmetics. At home and put together, she almost felt like Mary Jane Watson again-- the statuesque rising starlet, who was certainly not a two foot ten freak dressed up like a child's doll.

Of course, however bad she felt, being the victim of such dramatic shrinkage, she knew Peter would feel worse. His entire adult life had been a monomaniacal attempt to save everyone he could. If he'd gotten there just a minute sooner, he could've spirited her away from the accident. Certainly both in the young couple would face challenges to keep hammering this own, such as how they'd still afford their apartment without MJ's income, or what acting gigs could be found for an actress who was literally half the woman she used to be.

She strode up to Peter, shaking her little rump with each step. He scooped her up with no effort at all, even without accounting for his enhanced strength. Her beady little blue eyes stared deep into his big brown ones as her hips sunk into his hands. Her (proportionally) enormous breasts fell onto his thumbs, and she squealed in contentment. Whatever problems were to follow, she felt safe and free in the arms of this kind, noble giant, and hoped he understood that.