Venom symbiote power

[yobbo]

Peter Parker stood at the lab, alone and naked. He was surrounded by heavy machinery and dim lights. There were no windows; it was underground, in his basement in fact. In front of him stood a tall glass container ? inside was a thick black gooey substances squirming about, reacting to his movements. He hadn?t destroyed the symbiote after defeating Eddie Brock, like everyone thought. No, he had an ulterior motive for even trying at all.
He wanted the suit back. He liked the power. At simply the thought of it, his erection pulsated.
Peter hesitated before opening the latch to the container - does he really want to do this? Fall into this monster?s grip again? But then he thought of the exhilarating feeling he was about to experience again and opened the door fully. The black substance waited a little bit, and then extended a tentacle slowly towards Peter?s toned chest. Upon the cool contact with it, Peter breathed and smiled ? it felt good! The symbiote began to spread itself across his chest. It snaked round his back, up his neck. Peter laughed.
It felt fantastic! He could already feel the symbiote comforting embrace, about to grant him all he ever wanted, power. He threw his head back and roared with glee as the goo spread round his penis, serving him with pulses and caresses. It continued over his feet and his face, and then he found himself in a full body black skin-tight suit again. HIS suit! It was all his again!
The power felt incredible. God, the power! He grinned maniacally as before his eyes his muscle mass grew to immense proportions. Underneath the black layer he saw incredible pectorals developing, over a beautiful set of rock hard abs. He lifted his arms up, and saw new, massive biceps forming. With a little flex, power and ecstasy flooded through his body. All these muscles! All this power he now possessed! Looking down, he saw the black goo that was cupped around his cock and balls cause his dick to grow to 8, 9, 10 inches. A devilish grin of satisfaction swept across his face, not that his face was visible. It was hidden behind a tight black mask, with two white eyes. Across his muscled chest appeared a white spider emblem which spread round his back.
The transformation was complete! And oh, what a feeling. Peter was a god now. He could do anything. He whipped round and shot a black tentacle from his hand at the door behind him, and yanked it from its hinges. He swung it round and with incredible force launched it at the lab?s equipment. What use did he have of it now? He was all-powerful.

He emerged into the reception office of his building a little later, but he wasn?t dressed the same as before. The suit had another amazing capability: it could mimic any clothing he wanted. More than that, Peter had it change his facial features to a more handsome, chiselled look. Also, now he would never grow a beard unless he wanted to. He currently wore a tight-fitting black shirt, which really showed off his new muscular frame, and some dark trousers. He strode up to the woman at the counter, and when she looked up at him, instead of asking for the rent he was due to give today, something else happened.
She looked up and something came over her. Her eyes clouded over and she stared at his powerful muscles. Peter smirked as he realised this was going to be easier than he thought. He looked around ? they were alone. Smiling he turned to her and said ?something you want, babe?? in a new voice. It was deeper, more masculine and husky. His words were laced with power. The woman?s hands drifted up and started feeling his muscles under his shirt, over the counter. She started shuddering with pleasure, and Peter was getting horny again. He stood back and whispered ?come here? and she eagerly jumped over the counter, wanting to feel him again. He lifted up his arms, as she worshipped his new biceps. It felt amazing! His mere appearance had this effect on a woman, all thanks to the suit! His shirt melted away as she felt up his pecs and nipples and licked his abs. She shivered with delight as Peter flexed his pecs for her.
When she reached his cock, he stopped her for a second and whispered into her ear in a deep, persuasive tone, ?strip for me, bitch?. She took a step back and sexily disrobed. She flung her bra and underwear across the room and jumped on him. Somehow, he now only wore some tight-fitting black boxers. His hands were raised in the air, and she was crawling up and down him, licking and feeling and serving. Soon she started reacting to his thoughts! He desired her to worship his strong thighs and she did so, then he willed her to kiss him passionately in the mouth, and she did. Then with his devilish grin, he mentally ordered her to serve him orally. As she drew her attention down, to her astonishment, the black material around his crotch started to shift and move. It cupped round his balls and cock, now emerging in a huge hard-on. She squealed with delight at his size and girth, and he grunted with pleasure. She then wrapped herself around his black penis and started licking the head.
Peter was in another world. The sexual sensations were augmented by his new suit, and it felt fucking fantastic. Pleasure ripped through his entire body with each of the receptionist?s strokes. As he felt closer and closer to orgasm, he started noticing something around him. He could see the energies in the air, swirling about the room. That was weird. Was it a side effect of the suit? He didn?t have much time to think about it as before he realised it, he was erupting his seed inside his worshiper?s mouth. She drank it, almost all of it. Some of it dripped down her chin, and Peter saw with interest it was completely black. What was he doing to her?
The little orgy ended, and the receptionist lay on the floor, unconscious and exhausted. Peter, however, was feeling stronger than ever! Tentacles emerged from his groin and wrapped themselves around him at his will, covering him head to toe with the suit. A tentacle flew from his chest and smashed a nearby window. He then jumped out, and began swinging through Manhattan, as a new and improved spider-man.

Robbers. Spider-man twisted his head round and heard them a few blocks away, ransacking a van. He changed direction and like a bullet he shot down to meet them. The driver was tied and gagged outside, while there were two rooting around for valuables, and one hotwiring the engine. Everything changed when they felt a jaw-dropping smash on top of the van. Spider-man landed right in the middle of it, causing it to crush down to the ground in the middle. The robber in the front was launched through the windscreen, and the two in the back thrown out the back.
Spider-man stood up straight and stretched. God that felt good! He wanted to find out just what this suit could do. He stood away from the van, and then bent down to pick it up. And pick it up, he did. With just one hand. With an incredible display of unrivalled masculine power, and a mighty roar, he threw the van directly at the first robber. It landed with a mighty crash, crushing him completely. He looked down at his black-clad hands and laughed. This was so awesome! He turned around to face the other two robbers, who were just getting up, looking at him in fear. Well, who wouldn?t feel fear at the sight of me, thought Spider-man.
?Shit man, lets scram!? said one of the robbers, who received a hurried nod.
?I wouldn?t do that if I were you? Said Spider-man, in his new voice. It was even deeper now, reverberating round the buildings. The two villains stopped in their tracks.
Two oily black tentacles emerged from Spider-man?s waist, and slowly headed towards the two robbers. They trembled in fear as each tentacle made contact with their necks, and began gripping them, hard. Spider-man grinned, and the two men found themselves being raised off the floor, by the power of the tentacles alone. He strode towards them, raising them higher and higher. They were terrified, but he was just getting started.
He considered taunting them, or maybe asking them questions about what was going on, but then decided that no, they needed to be punished. And he was going to enjoy it! He was enjoying it so much that underneath his suit, a certain elongated member began to stir. He started to choke them, gripping their necks harder and harder. And as his penis grew harder and harder he began to notice those familiar energies swirling in the air again. In fact this time the energy seemed to be concentrating on where his tentacles were gripping his foes. Shock hit Spider-man as he realised what was happening.
He was sucking their energy right from them!
Then he felt it, an incredible surge of power from his tentacles. Fuck! This felt so fucking good! He was growing on the spot, growing taller and stronger. His already developed muscles increased in size even further. He grinned harder as he understood how powerful he had become. With this new ability, he was unstoppable! He threw back his head and roared. Tentacles swam around him, embracing him, circling him. People who heard the deafening roar were frozen to the spot immediately. Spider-man looked round, breathing huskily and deeply, tentacles still dancing around him. He spotted some people looking at him in fear. Damn right they were scared! He was their god now. Two tentacles that had extended from him pectorals flew forward and grabbed them, like they had grabbed the robbers. He immediately started absorbing their energy, and fuck, it felt so good. More people came to see what was happening, and tentacles flew out and grabbed them too. Soon he was surrounded by people suspended in the air by his own tentacles. He felt all their life force being pumped into him. He felt all the power coursing through his veins. He felt himself grow to massive proportions, muscles developing to masculine perfection. He felt himself rise up above the floor ? somehow his tentacles had the strength to hold him up. A cruel, sharp-toothed grin ripped open his black mask, and a long slithery tongue slithered out. Grunts of ecstasy escaped his large maw, as he rose further above the ground. More and more power gathering around him. Darkness swirled around him in a magnificent spectacle of power. From his back, there was a crack, and some black wings formed out of the darkness. Huge, spiked, evil wings which stretched out impossibly far. Spider-man?s fingers were sharpened to claws, blades appeared on his knees and elbows, his feet transformed into vicious talon-like claws. His eyes became less like spider-man?s original design, and more like real, demonic eyes. They glowed red.
He raised his hand, and in one fell swoop, all the people round him were drained of the last of their energy.

[Bradykins]

Great story! I'm a huge Venom fan so I'm glad some more people are writing stories of symbiotic nature.

Although, the Symbiote itself really isn't a demonic entity it's an Alien so the wings were sorta a bit out there for me, but it worked. But then again others write about Symbiotes changing apperance based on the hosts wishes or desires, so maybe your version of Peter enjoys the demonic ways?

Regardless, great story. I love the first paragraph. Hope to see you continue it!

[BBMikeNJ]

Wicked and Intense! Can anyone stop him?

[TemptationIV]

Hot! Will there be more?

[trekka]

A great start indeed, I wonder how he will develop ?!

[berrytarts]

awesome more please xD

[thadeus]

More please D well written story!

[leviathan6873]

he should siphon the hulk, abomination, samson, etc and really become a god

[Cirrostratus]

I'm glad that someone's posting a Venom story, but I think you could do better.

* Everything happens sort of 'because' - the characters lack motivations and goals. Of course, this is a fan story and focused on MG, but I think tha doesn't mean we shouldn't try.
* Technically, Peter is horribly OOC (there was a reason he did get rid of Venom), though 'I did actually secretly like it' could work)
* Your structure is incoherent in parts. Start a new line when someone new starts speaking. Separate your text; start a new paragraph when there's a shift in scenery, focus or just to break up every few sentences.
* The wings and glowy power stuff seems sort of thrown in 'because it's cool'. I can see the appeal, but it goes pretty far from the established concept of Venom, and seems a little unneccesary - he has the ropes/tentacles, so he can, for a given value, fly already. You run the risk of creating a strange composite character there.

[nypup2train]

Originally Posted by Cirrostratus

* Your structure is incoherent in parts. Start a new line when someone new starts speaking. Separate your text; start a new paragraph when there's a shift in scenery, focus or just to break up every few sentences.

++++++1. (Hmmm. Is that just +6, then?)

Spread out! You've got effectively-infinite space, don't be afraid to use it! In fact, take up as much of it as you can, as it'll make your words more accessible to the reader.

Write a story spaced-out the way you think it "needs". (Which is to say: minimally.) Then, go back and spread everything out so you end up with at least 20% more total lines (including blanks) than you started with! I'm not kidding or exaggerating; I really am suggesting your text should be literally 20% longer (vertically) to be comfortably readable!

There's almost no such thing as too much open space. Every linebreak or blank line you provide to the reader is another "distinctive landscape feature" they'll be able to more-quickly recognize. That helps the reader's eyes track better when parsing the text, lets them (re-)orient themselves better & faster when scrolling, and means they can more quickly return to the same place if they get temporarily distracted, or simply lose their place.

The only times I've ever seen any complaints about a posting's length or excessive wasting of vertical space, that I can recall, were if someone posted using a ginormous font that got like 4 words to a line and fit maybe 10 lines on the screen.

(...So, like, don't do that. 'KTHX.)