Spider-Lizard

[ben2302001]

I found this on my computer. Anyone know if there's other chapters?

[COLOR=#000000]Spider-Lizard: Part 1[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]It was another spring day in the city. The sweet smell of dew was
all around, and engulfed the senses of Spider-man as he swung his
way across town. Like an Olympic gymnast, Spider-man flies through
the air, swinging from one web to the next flawlessly and easily.
The muscled hero's body slipped through the air with little
resistance; his naked form barely hidden by his suit. Every fiber
of muscle, every bit of sinew was highlighted by his bright, yet not
flashy costume. Spider-man loved the way his body looked flying in
the air as well as standing naked in the shower. He would at times
pose purposely while web slinging around the city, especially when a
crow was around. He embraced his vanity.

Spider-man often thought back to the day where the radioactive
spider bit him on the hand and transferred its strength and agility
to the then underdeveloped Peter Parker. Spider-man remembers how
his body changed quickly, from skinny and formless to muscular and
strong, yet compact. Yes, the one thing the bite didn't give him
was height, but his height was the only thing that was average about
him.

As Spidey swept from the Upper West Side down to the Theatre
District, he could feel his spider-sense warn him of impending
danger. "Geez, spider-sense starting to come alive. Great, gotta
burn off Aunt May's lasagna somehow?and swinging just isn't going to
cut it." As he approached Times Square, he focused on one of the
many scrolling ticker-tape-style dot matrix signs. As he neared the
sign?a pang hit his stomach. "Oooh?gotta swing by Duane Reade for
Tums?wait, there's a message?and it's for me!" Spidey grabbed on to
the glass wall of the building above the sign, his fingertips and
feet holding him in place, defying gravity. He read the message
upside down (as he liked to do). The message read:

SPIDER-MAN, YOUR DESTINY AWAITS YOU AT WAREHOUSE 11 IN THE
MEATPACKING DISTRICT?SPIDER-MAN, YOUR DESTINY AWAITS YOU AT
WAREHOUSE 11 IN THE MEATPACKING DISTRICT?

Spidey thought to himself, "destiny?" "What the heck is my destiny
doing down at the meatpacking district?" "Okay, Spidey, bad joke?
but who the heck is sending me this message?" "Maybe I should get
one of those cell phones with text messaging too, makes getting in
contact with me a bit less obvious." With that thought, Spider-man
flicked his wrist and spewed a thin, strong line of webbing and made
his way downtown. Just as he started on his way, the ticker stopped
displaying the message.

As he approached the Meatpacking district, he began to look about
for the "Warehouse 11" in question. "There's got to be at least 50
warehouses down around here." He swung from building to building,
looking for some marking on each one to let him know if it was the
right place. Hours of searching, and all Spidey had were the
calluses of holding on to his webbing to show for it. He sighed and
decided to call it a day, "I guess it was just someone's idea of a
joke." As he started heading back to Queens, his whole body
tingled, "man, there's the ol' Spider-sense working?it's got to be
near." In mid-air, he looked down to see a large industrial
building with an "11" painted on its roof. The number was weather-
beaten from years of neglect, as was the building. Spider-man
altered his course and headed for the roof of the building. He
landed on its flat, metal roof quietly, and then crouched down, one
leg bent, the other straight and angled to his side?stealthily
looking about for some sort of entrance from the roof. He noticed a
small ventilation grate and padded his way over to it. The grate
was rusted shut. With his strength, Spider-man pulled the grate.
Every muscle was popping out in his suit as he used his arms, back,
and legs to pry the grate open. The grate broke apart and flung
Spidey on his back. "Eeeow! I've really got to watch my own
strength, otherwise I'm gonna bruise my Spider-butt." Spider-man
got up and spun a web, lowering him inside the damp, dark vent
shaft. Once he reached the bottom, the wall crawler began to crawl
within the shaft?not knowing where it was going. The vent shaft was
large, but not large enough for him to stand. Spidey continued to
crawl?noticing that there were no intersections of other shafts?just
one, long, horizontal tube stretching endlessly.

About 10 minutes into his venturing through the shaft, our hero's
Spider-sense went haywire?so much that he stopped, held his head and
grimaced in the pain. "Man, that was one intense Spider-sense.
What is it about this place anyway?" He continued, cautiously.
Spidey kept crawling through the shaft until it stopped in a dead
end. He peered around, looking to see if he missed an intersection,
but couldn't see one. Then just as his Spider-sense began to pulse,
he felt the floor beneath him give way. Spidey could not react fast
enough as his body wooshed out of the duct and he free fell down
what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of feet. His muscled body
swinging as he was falling?Spidey managed to shoot a web, hoping
that it would adhere to the walls. The webbing shot out, hit one of
the walls, and bounced off. "Aaargh! Walls?too?slick." His arms
and legs flailing, and Spidey feeling an impending sense of
doom. "God, this is it," he thought, as he was helpless in his
downward flight. His Spider-sense started to tingle intensely; he
knew that he had reached the bottom. With a huge "thud," Spider-
man's body hit the cement floor. His body bounced a couple of
inches in the air and then again rested on the cold ground.

Moments went by as the seemingly lifeless body started to
stir. "Ooooh, my head," he mumbled as he massaged the back of his
head. Amazing, a fall like that would have killed the average man;
for Spider-man, it meant a few bruises and tears to his costume. As
Spider-man came to, he pulled himself up to his hands and knees,
shaking his head clear of the cobwebs. "What the hell happened," he
thought. "Last thing I remember was the vent shaft."

"Glad to see you survived the pitfall, webslinger," said a voice
from the shadows of the dimly lit area.

"I know that voice," Spider-man thought. In a breathless manner he
asked, "Who is that?"

"Why Spider-man, I'm hurt." "I can't believe you cannot remember
and old friend and mentor," the voice coldly exclaimed.

"My God?Doc?Connors?"

"Why give that Spider a prize! Right on the first try." It was
Doctor Kurt Connors, renowned scientist and professor from Empire
State University who spent most of his career researching genetic
mutation and the way reptiles were able to regenerate limbs. This
research took a horrifying turn when he tried to regenerate his arm,
amputated due to a car accident. He used DNA from a lizard in order
to achieve the regenerative process. The DNA altered his own and
turned him into the Lizard, a large, green, scaly beast with claws,
fangs, and a tail able to obliterate solid walls.

Spider-man tried to get up to his feet, but still in too much pain
from the fall, he slumped on his side. "Doc, what the hell is this
all about?"

"Well Spider-man," exclaimed the doc, walking around the heavy-
breathing lump of muscles that is Spider-man, "I've reached a very
interesting chapter in my research of genetic mutation."

"Sounds great, doc, but can I wait for it to come out on video."
Spider-man coyly asked.

Laughing, "oh my old friend, one thing about you is that your sense
of humor is always in tact, no matter what you have been
through." "Let me explain what I have found: I have been able to
contain the mutation that turns me into that hideous creature The
Lizard?in fact I have already eradicated myself of that evil alter-
ego."

"W-w-why doc, that's awesome!" Underneath his mask, Spider-man is
beaming; with tears welling in his eyes?happy to hear his friend is
cured, but still apprehensive, wondering what's with the trap.

"Well, there is a small issue," the doc states, using his index
finger and thumb as a visual aid to the problem being tiny.

"What's the problem, doc?"

"Well you see, I eradicated the mutation from my system, and in
doing so the actual mutation is still alive but contained. This has
given me a chance to do some alteration to the original structure of
it that I think is quite interesting."

"Really!" Spider-man's scientific mind is piqued.

"Yes." "I have perfected it to a sort, I've made it so that the
mutation is not as violent, and I've added some other effects to it,
but I need something, or someone to try it on."

"Ohhhh?" Spidey questions nervously, backing up on the floor toward
a nearby wall.

Unknowing to Spider-man, the doc pulls up a syringe from his lab
coat pocket and motions towards the webslinger, still on the floor
nursing his wounds. "Yes, and I thought what better specimen than
you!"

"No way, doc!" Clenching his fists, "no way am I going to be your?."

Doc Connors quickly jabs the needle in Spider-man's left arm and
quickly places its contents into Spidey's bloodstream. "?you were
saying, Spider-man?"

"Aarhhh!" "Doc, w-w-what is that?" Spider-man flinching from the
pain of the needle.

"Just something to calm your nerves a bit," Doc Connors says
gleefully, while emptying the remains of the fluid and pulling the
needle out.

"Doc, I-I-I can't believe you of all people!" "Why doc?" "Feeling?
weird?can't?thinnnnnk?" Spider-man's head swims with cloudy thoughts?
unable to think straight?he begins to black out. He lowers his head
as his strained muscles quickly loosen, his body slumps on the
floor, a heap of muscle and sinew.

"Excellent, I'll start the transformation immediately," the Doc
saying under his breath. He brings a gurney and with his one arm
pulls Spider-man up to the gurney. It takes all the doc's strength
to pull him up. After securing the masked hero to the gurney, the
doc has to rest a bit before he carts the gurney away into another
room.

Doctor Connors parked the gurney alongside a strangely shaped metal
table. The table was solid on one side, but on the other side a one-
foot gap divided two metal extensions. The doctor slid the
unconscious Spider-man over to the table, each of his legs on one of
the extensions. The doc placed Spidey's arms at a 45-degree angle
from his waist, and aligned Spider-man's legs on the other side. As
the demented doctor pressed a button, thick metal cuffs sprang from
within the table, looping over the hero's wrists and ankles.
Connors checked every cuff to make sure it was fully engaged.

"Now Spider-man my friend, there's something of yours I need." The
doctor exclaims to an unconscious Spider-man. "In order to get what
I need, I need to get a bit of your own DNA." The doctor injects a
syringe into Spider-man's arm, through his tight-fitting suit. As
he goes over to a counter to arrange some items, Spider-man's crotch
begins to grow. The blue fabric around his groin area stretches.
The unconscious hero's midsection tingles as his manhood grows. The
doctor turns around and notices the progress. "Ah, right on
schedule." He notices Spider-man's dick start to show from within
his suit. He sees its outline forming and growing. The doctor goes
back to the counter and picks up a container of clear liquid. He
takes squeezes some of the liquid out on the inside of a tube. He
motions back to Spider-man, whose cock is now fully erect within his
suit. A small-darkened stain where his cock ends alerts the doctor
to his patient's unconscious excitement?Spider-man's precum. The
doctor finds the waistband and pulls it down slowly. As he pulls
past the wet spot, Spider-man's cock emerges. As he brings the
fabric across the mushroom head of our hero, Spidey's dick reacts
with a reflex action and spurts a large amount of precum out around
his navel. The doc then attaches the end of the tube to Spider-
man's mushroom head, leaving the shaft accessible. With a smile,
the doc then grabs Spidey's shaft and begins to stroke him up and
down, at first very slowly?then increasing in speed. The doc
continues to milk the hero, waiting for him to give him what he
needs to finish his formula. Spidey, still unconscious, begins to
buck. His midsection twists and bucks slightly; the doc speeds up
his stoking tempo. "Aaaah, here we go," the doc says calmly as he
feels Spider-man's dick pulse in his hands. Spider-man's dick
swells ever so slightly?then his body bucks and his dick erupts his
seed into the tube. Streams of his essence are captured by the
doc's tube, the doc continues stroking Spider-man, making sure he
gets as much as Spidey has to offer. After he finishes stealing
Spidey's seed, Doc Connors carefully removes the tube, making sure
he doesn't lose any of his prize. He then pulls up Spider-man's
waistband around his waist. He takes the tube of Spidey's semen and
mixes it with another liquid. He then places the mixture into a
centrifuge and turns it on. "Okay my friend, just a couple minutes,
and you'll be well on your way to your new life." Doc Connors turns
and leaves the room, leaving a drained Spider-man and a humming
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[COLOR=#000000]Spider-Lizard: Part II[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Black. Empty. From blackness comes a small pinhole of light. The
light continues to grow outward. It grows until the eyes are able
to focus?focus on large fluorescent lab lights. Spider-man regains
consciousness and finds himself flat on some table. "Owww, man my
head has been through it all today." "What kind of place is this?"

Spider-man raises his head and looks around; he sees computers, lab
equipment, beakers, and liquids of different sorts. He tries to get
up, but something impedes his rising; only then does he see that his
wrists and ankles and have been locked down to the stainless-steel
lab table he is on. His arms are spread, pointing in the 4 and 8
o'clock positions. The table is a stainless-steel slab that is
divided below Spidey's torso, each piece holding up one of his legs.

"Ah Spider-man, glad to see you're ready." The doc says as he
shuffles into the room.

"Ready? Yeah, ready to get out of here!" "What is the meaning of
this, doc?" "Have you lost your marbles?"

"Oh no, not at all, Spider-man," the doc says confidently, "in fact,
I'm quite excited, as you should be."

"Why's that?"

"Because you are about to make scientific history, Spider-man." The
doc wheels over an intravenous cart with a transparent plastic bag
with green liquid in it. He takes the tube and comes over to Spider-
man.

"W-w-what are you going to do with that?"

"Well Spider-man, you are about to go on a marvelous journey. One
that you'll never forget?nor come back from!"

"No thanks, Doc, not really into the acid trips here." Frantically,
Spider-man pulls on the heavy-gage metal cuffs with his wrists and
legs. They will not break; in fact Spidey tears his suit around his
ankles because of his trying to escape.

"Nothing you can do can save you now, Spider-man." The doc calmly
says as he brings the end of the tube, with a needle, and stabs
Spider-man in the arm with it.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Spider-man screams as the doc locates by touch
and stabs into Spider-man's vein with the needle, connecting him to
the IV bag. "Noooooo!"

As Spidey reels from the fiery pain of the needle, Doc Connors
whispers in his ear, "oh yes, Spider-man." "You are to become one
of the greatest creatures of all time." "You will be strong and
without fear." "You will grow, muscles larger, while inpenetrible
scales protect your body." "You will be beautiful and will bring me
the fame I have always sought."

"No?.please make it stop, Doc!!!" Spider-man wrestles on the lab
table frantically?trying to escape?trying to swing the needle
out. "Clear your head?uhh?uhh?and think about what you're
doing!" "I'm your friend!!!" Spidey clenches his fists and curls
his toes.

"That is why I chose you, Spider-man." "This is something only a
friend would do for another friend." "You will soon change?change
into a lizard-man. Your change will not be as drastic as mine was,
but I must warn you it will still be quite painful." You will be
cognizant of your surroundings. You will hold on to many of your
human thoughts, but draped with heightened instinct in an animal's
body."

The doc then releases a valve that starts the flow of the green
liquid down the tube toward Spider-man's arm. Spider-man stares in
horror as the green formula gets closer and closer to his arm?
reaching the end of the tube. He winces, kicks his head back on the
table, and clenches his fists?tightening all the muscles in his body
as the first drop hits his bloodstream. The mutation that Doc
Connors devised quickly courses through Spidey's arachnid-enhanced
bloodstream. Searching for his DNA, its job is to alter it,
creating a new being.

"Geezuz, doc!!!" "Please, I don't want to live like that!!!"

"You have no choice in the matter?it has begun and in no way can it
be reversed. This form of the mutation is irreversible. You can
stay as a lizard-man, my friend, or you can delve further and
transform yourself more lizard than man as I was."

"What do you mean," as Spidey wrestles with the metal cuffs,
stabbing pain shoots throughout his muscled body. "Aaargh?hurts?
pain?geez!" Spider-man's head bobs left to right as the pain
intensifies. His muscled chest heaves up and down, his pecs
spreading across his suit.

"Once you become the lizard-man, you will be very virile?a side
effect of your animalistic nature. If you ever reach orgasm after
transforming into the lizard-man, EVER, the transformation will
continue to full cycle, completely and forever changing you into a
human-sized lizard. You can never orgasm, Spider-man?or should I
say, Spider-Lizard." "Heh, heh, heh."

Spider-man's body rolls back and forth in its captive state. The
green liquid drips quickly into his body, from the IV bag down to
his arm. His body convulses, muscles straining. Doc Connors looks
on, admiring his test subject's beautiful body?how Spider-man's
muscles come through so well in the suit. He always admired the
young man's physique, how flawless it was, the chiseled muscles and
vascularity. The doc is excited to see the changes that will come
in Spidey's body. He knew that Spider-man would be the perfect
specimen to conduct this experiment?if anyone could survive this, he
could.

Spider-man lays cuffed to the table, writhing in pain. His body
feels feverish, then cold, then feverish again. His skin tingles,
then the tingling stops, then starts again. He lets out a yelp and
arches his back on the lab table, every muscle straining. His chest
heaves outward, every fiber of muscle can be seen, his nipples hard
and pointing underneath his suit. Blood starts running to his
flaccid member, allowing it to grow in a semi-hardon state.
Suddenly the sound of pain is shattered by a new sound?that of
tearing fabric. It is then that Spidey realizes it's his suit
that's tearing. Spider-man looks down, horrified to see that his
chest, hands, arms, legs, and feet are growing within his suit. He
feels the pain of his hands beginning to grow?bones lengthening and
growing in mass. His feet follow suit, bones morphing, expanding,
and spreading. Finally, his suit begins to rip. Horrified, he
pulls his head back on the cold metal slab as his hands begin to
emerge from his suit. Doc Connors' eyes widen as the transformation
has begun.

Spider-man cringes as the pain continues, his hands growing more and
more. He looks at them, noticing his slightly tanned skin beginning
to lighten. His mouth open wide underneath his mask, but not a word
or scream emerges. He shuts his eyes, pushes his head hard on the
lab table and arches his back as another wave of pain shoots through
his body. His head pounding, his feet begin to grow within his
suit, reaching the fabric's breaking point. The suit begins to
give; his big toe on his left foot protrudes through the fabric.
Then the other toes and the remains of his feet begin to grow out of
the suit, slicing the fabric in part to his nails growing and
forming short claws. His suit fabric begins to tear off and go
flying through the air as his right foot explodes from the suit. He
looks down to see his bare feet, now like a size 15. Spidey's eyes
widen as the skin on his feet and hands change color. The tan is
completely gone, followed by alabaster, and now a light mint green.
The claws on his toes continue to grow and thicken. The IV bag
continues to drip its contents into the changing hero.

"Noooo!!!" Spider-man screams as his body is put through
unspeakable pain. He shifts around, still cuffed to the lab table
as he feels his insides morph and shift, his system altering itself
in order to sustain his new form. More of Spider-man's suit begins
tearing away. His hands and forearms now shown, his ever-deepening
green skin can be seen up until the beginning of the tears of his
suit. His feet are naked to the air, as is his calves. The
remains of his suit begin at the kneecaps.

Doc Connors continues to monitor Spider-man's progress through the
transformation. His menacing smile growing as he sees more and more
of his former friend's body emerge from the suit, his skin now
green. He hears the heavy breathing from the captive on the
table. The hero writhes in his bound state. Sounds of his suit
ripping to tatters engulf his hearing. Spider-man feels a draft
around his neck as his mask begins to tear off his body. "Nooooo?
you can't see who I am!!!" Terrified his secret identity will be
made public; Spider-man twists and turns his head manically,
thinking somehow that will keep the mask from tearing off. As he is
preoccupied with the pain and the fear of his identity being known,
Spider-man cannot sense nor see the next step in his
transformation.

Doc Connors puts on his glasses and gets very close to the hero's
trembling body. He is mere inches from his legs, closely
monitoring Spider-man's skin changing. His once tanned, beautiful,
soft skin has now been replaced with a green-hued color. He touches
Spider-man's skin, noticing how dry and rough it is. He then looks
in amazement as the skin develops tiny flaps. The flaps increase in
size and multiply. Spider-man's muscled legs begin developing
scales! His legs, as his whole body, struggle in the binds as his
skin begins to be covered with thick, hard, scales! Spider-man
feels the change in his skin; he can feel how his body feels against
the remains of his suit. The softness replaced by a rough feeling.
Scales form underneath his suit, on his chest outward, his thighs
down. Underneath his suit, his chest and stomach becomes covered in
slightly softer, lighter scales while his feet and legs are covered
in darker, rougher scales.

Spider-man winces and howls as another surge of pain comes on. His
fingers and toes lengthen, while their nails continue to morph into
long, sharp claws, his lower back in on fire at the same time. He
arches his back yet again as he hears and feels a tear just above
his butt crack. In a blood-curdling scream, Spider-man clenches his
clawed hands and feet as a growth protrudes from his lower back.
Doc Connors pulls a lever and the metal slab Spider-man is cuffed to
starts to rise toward the ceiling. Once the table is just above the
doc's head, he pulls back on the lever, noticing the small hole just
above Spider-man's muscled, yet scaled, butt. He wants a perfect
view of what will happen next.

Spider-man heaves and yelps as a small, yet thick green tail emerges
from the hole. The tail continues to grow in length and width. The
tail is already green and scaled, matching the hue of the
surrounding skin of Spider-man's body. While the table is in the
raised position, Spider-man's mask tears off of him, its shreds
scatter into small pieces of fabric shrapnel. If he could see
himself, he'd see his face?the face of a once handsome young man now
green and scaled. His facial features are still apparent, his high
cheekbones, his warm eyes, even his hair is still intact, albeit
matted from his feverish sweating. Spider-man opens his mouth,
lips covered over in green scales, in pain and his tongue spills
out, split down the middle toward its tip. His incisors have grown
and lengthened into fangs. "Pleasssssssssse, ssssssssstop," he
hisses.

Hearing the change in his speech, Doc Connors quickly lowers the
table back to its original position. The tail is almost full-grown,
painfully morphing out of Spider-man's lower back. Connors continues
to carefully examine each and every bit of this transformation.

[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]To Be Continued[/COLOR]