Mary-Jane stared down at the suit before her. She took a deep breath.

"The things I do for you..." She breathed. With that, she undid her blouse and climbed out of her jeans. She briefly wondered if she should remove her underwear as well, but decided against it.

She reached out slowly, in stark contrast to the speed she had derobed, to the suit. Still apprehensive of what it seemed to look like. As soon as her fingers made contact, she recoiled in shock. The suit was soaking wet! She rubbed her thumb to the finger that had touched the suit, and she cocked her head to the side.

"What the...?" Mary was confused. Her finger was dry. Bolder now, she reached out her hand to the suit again and grabbed the fabric, feeling the cold, wetness of the microfiber squirm around her grip. She let go and found her hand to be completely dry.

Mary lifted the suit up out of the box. For a suit drenched in so much water, it wasn't as heavy as she'd expected. And the liquid it held caught the light, seeming to reflect it brightly against the black cloth's efforts to absorb it. She laid it out on the bed, expecting the white sheets to turn dark from the moisture. But as she pulled the suit aside, she found the sheets to be completely dry.

"He didn't do enough for me to put on a soaking wet suit." She thought aloud. She grabbed her hair dryer from the bathroom and brought it out. She took aim and fired the jet of hot air at the suit. As she did so, she took the opportunity to inspect the suit. It was a full body suit that looked not like the version of the symbiote that bonded with Peter, but rather the Eddie Brock version... or... the venom. The attached hood even had a wide toothy grin framing the face opening. The suit had attached gloves and feet, and seemed completely seamless, right up to the attached cowl. But there was no zipper.

Mary-Jane switched off the hair dryer, satisfied with her work. She grabbed at the suit again and frowned. It still seemed wet. It felt the same as before. The feeling evoked memories of pulling on a swimsuit that didn't have time to dry enough. As the suit slipped out of her hands, Mary, again, finds her hands completely dry. The box's insides were also completely dry. It seemed that wherever the suit touched, it left no proof that it was drenched in liquid.

Maybe that was that. Maybe it wasn't actually wet. Maybe it was just the material it was made of. Probably.

Mary-Jane, satisfied with her answer lifted up the suit, considering how she was going to get into it. She also noted that while Peter was really small, this suit was definitely smaller. In fact, It may even have been too small for her. There were no zips on the suit and the only opening seemed to be the one in the face. And that one was rimmed with teeth. The cowl looked like Venom was about to close its mouth over the wearer's face.

She had no idea how she was going to fit through that tiny hole. With adventurous spirit, she stretched it a little and found that it opened pretty easily.

"I guess I just have to climb in..."

With that, Mary sat at the foot of her bed. She stretched the mouth hole open, and guided her legs in. It felt just like wet microfiber on the outside, but the inside... the inside felt rough. Soft and slippery, but with little undulation and imperfections. As she pulled it on, she felt the suit resist her stretching, both gliding across her skin and sticking to it at the same time. Her skin tingles because the suit's wetness chills her body. As she guides the material across her knees, the suit, seemingly filled with liquid, clings to her pores, sticking to her. She draws the tightly stretched opening around her hips, twisting her face in pain as the teeth catch on her knickers and pulls it up against her. She tries it again, but She simply can't stretch the tight opening wide enough to avoid snagging her underwear.

Mary-Jane, determined now, peeled the sticky suit off her skin, marveling at how dry her skin stayed. She stepped out of her knickers and undid her bra, feeling the cold air around her naked body.

The redhead sits on the foot of the bed once again, and repeats her previous actions. The same slippery-yet-clingy sensation... The same chill. A soft exhalation escapes her lips. Her nipples were hard and she was beginning to moisten... The thought... of having this... this thing... this suit, wrapped tightly all over her body... the delicious gliding of the fabric across her skin... Mary was no longer mad at Parker for ditching her. No. Mary was mad at him for not introducing her to this earlier.

She pulled the material up over her thighs, feeling the rough interior of the suit slide across her skin, rubbing her nerves gently. She could have sworn she felt the undulations move about inside the suit, but it was probably just the fabric settling over her body. She stood up and pulled the suit over her hips like a pair of jeans. She had no idea how, but the suit had two conical nubs, and a dome-like recession, that seemed to be positioned perfectly over Mary-Jane's Slit, Anus and Clit respectively. It didn't matter how. She wriggled and felt the suit settle around her body, exhaling softly as the nub parted her lips just a little bit, poke between her cheeks a little bit. Most interestingly, she felt the recession cup her clitoris perfectly.

"Mmmmm..." She moaned, rocking her hips a little, feeling the wet fabric hold fast against her body, the protrusions stuck firmly in place. She pulled the suit's maw up her waist, smoothing the suit as she went, giving herself the illusion that the suit was simply being painted on to her body. She tugged at the suit farther and pulled the maw over her breasts, the suit's arms hanging limply out of her armpits. But the folds of fabric had disappeared, the suit was stretched all the way out, and it only just covered her breasts. Mary-Jane was disappointed. The suit didn't fit.

She tugged at the opening of the suit, but she couldn't pull it any higher. Mary decided she was going to get her arms in to the suit, maybe she could draw the suit up higher. Besides, that way her armpits could be out of the way of the suit's mouth, giving it a clear path to her head.

The redhead shrugged her shoulders as high as they would go, guiding a hand into the tight jaw of the suit, she fumbled briefly searching for the arm, but the arm seemed to find her and she slipped her hand in. With her free hand, she tugged at the fabric, pulling it tighter and tighter around her hand. She feels her hand pop out of the glove's collar, and into the perfectly fitted shiny black glove. She repeats with her other hand, easing it into the suit's neckline. Sure enough, she finds the armhole instantly, without any difficulty. The suit stretched tightly around her slender arm, and she guided the maw up towards her shoulders.

However, the suit ran out of fabric as soon as it came flush with her arm pits, pinning her arms by her side. Mary-Jane flexed. So the suit didn't fit. She rocked her body, feeling the suit rock with her. It was too tight. Her finger felt for the protrusion in the crotch of the suit. It was so fucking tight. She pressed the protrusion, feeling her lips part, and the conical nub push deeper into her. She repeated the same action behind her and felt the suit's crotch ride higher against her. She tugged at the fabric and felt a little give, pushing the maw of the suit closer to her shoulders. It still wasn't enough.

She didn't care. It felt so good. As she rocked her body, swaying her hips, feeling the sexy second skin sway with her, guide her along, Mary-Jane became aware of another sensation. The suit was sliding across her skin slowly... some places she had stretched too tight, others too loose, as she moved, the suit evened out its pressure across her body, settling against her skin. What little air that was caught between Mary-Jane and the black ebony, trapped by the wetness of the fabric, had found its way to freedom, vacuuming the suit tight against her skin. As the air slowly but surely gets displaced, the fabric sucked tight into her navel, into her folds and into her cheeks... The seal was so perfect.

Mary-Jane reached a trembling hand to her crotch and massaged herself. A soft moan escaped her lips. What a pity the suit didn't cover her fully. She felt her body squelch about inside the wet, clingy, blackness. She pulled at the fabric, feeling the vacuum resist her efforts to separate suit from skin, watching the material stretch out like an obsidian ooze.

"Mmmmm... I want to be inside you..." Mary-Jane breathed.

Her breath was knocked out of her lungs as the suit suddenly drew tight around her. She felt the fabric squeeze her body everywhere, drawing tight around her arms and threatening to crush her already flat belly. It shrunk around her sensitive spots, and she felt the fabric gather into her pussy. But Mary-Jane's attention was taken by something else, for at that same moment, the suit's mouth opened wide, and the redhead screamed as the suit's toothy maw drew higher around her, pulling the crotch of the suit tighter than she could pull earlier. She felt the jaws pull over the back of her head, and with a loud snap, they snapped shut over Mary's face, eating her whole.

Mary's world went dark, the wet fabric of the suit was definitely moving around her now. She could feel the many undulations in the fabric pulse around her, sliding against her skin. She felt the suit's mask tighten considerably around her face but found that she could breathe. The bedroom faded back into sight as Mary's vision was restored, seeing through the white eyes of the suit. She stumbled to her bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Standing before her, clad from head to toe in what looked like black rubber, was a female version of Venom. Jaws shut, two huge white triangular eyes stared back at Mary-Jane as she looked down at her skin. The white spider vacuum sealed over her chest.

"I'm in trouble now..." She thought. She grabbed at the jaw and tried to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge. She felt for a seam of any kind, but there was none. The suit was flawless. The only opening was jammed shut over her mouth. Mary spun around, looking for a way out. But with each movement she made, she felt the protrusions stir within her. She felt the recession twiddle her clitoris. and then Mary-Jane wanted something else.

"I want you inside me." She breathed, not realizing what she'd done.

Mary-Jane fell to the floor as the tight suit came to life. Tendrils flowed about under the suit, grabbing her wrists and her ankles from within, wrapping tight around her waist. It was like she was being tied up inside the suit. And then she felt the inner surface of the suit come to life. It flowed across her body, searching for a way in. It pulsed and rubbed against her, sending immense amounts of stimulation to her brain. Then all at once, the protrusions in the crotch of the suit turned to a thick liquid, a rubber tentacle that grew, thrusting deep inside her body, penetrating her from the front and the back. "oOOOoooOOOHHHHHHH... MY FUCKINggg GOdDD!" She felt the recession around her clit seep under her hood, flowing between the folds of her skin. The feeling of the symbiote coating her clit so fully sent Mary to the floor. Then she felt the suit seep under her skin, along her clitoris, coating her clitoral glans inside her body. The clitoris was just the tip of a larger, clitoral glans inside her, and it was the most sensitive part of her body. It was like a wet slimy tongue was being drawn across her clitoris, but deep inside her body, in a place she didn't even know she could feel...

She opened her mouth to scream and the suit took the opportunity to fill her mouth, rushing deep inside her body. She knew what was happening but she didn't want to fight it... not any more. She felt the suit wrap tightly around her body, she felt it fill her stomach and her lungs. She felt it fill her vagina and she felt the suit meet itself from both ends of her digestive tract. She writhed on the ground as the suit began to pulsate, like a weak vibrator that touched everything on her body and inside her. She sent a gloved hand down to explore her flat crotch and moaned as the stimulation to her groin flowed along the living suit, sending the rubbing of her fingers straight to her entire clitoral gland. As she rocked her body, she felt the suit tug and pull against her. Whatever was inside her was still connected to the outside as she moved, she felt those connections move. Each jerk or twitch sent waves of pleasure across her body.

The symbiote was in bliss. Whatever Mary felt, it felt. Parker had no clitoral glans. Sure, the suit had enjoyed many nights with the boy spider, but this was its first time with a woman.

And Mary-Jane loved it too. She arched her back and moaned, as the symbiote and her approached their orgasms together. Mary-Jane's body rocked and convulsed as she came, and the symbiote contracted around her rhythmically, prolonging Mary-Jane's orgasm. Although Mary finished first, the suit hadn't, and Mary felt the contractions of the suit, thrusting inside her vagina, squeezing and releasing her entire clitoral glans like a stress ball. And her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she reached another mindblowing orgasm.

As the two bodies came down from their mating high, Mary/Venom stood tall. Mary was quite distracted by the constant stimulation, but the Symbiote supplemented her just fine.

-Peter's been holding out on me- She thought

-I came for Parkerrrrr- the suit hissed -But I found you. you are perfect.-

Mary grabbed at her crotch again and started massaging herself.

-We are perfect.-

The duo climaxed once more.