The Green Goblin Strikes Back

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Story © Steve Zink

The following story contains characters owned by Marvel Comics. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.


In Marvel Comics, Spider-Man is one of the all-time favorites. One of his constant foes almost from the beginning has been the Green Goblin. This villain was originally the chemical industry mogul Norman Osborn, who gained his alter ego after being bathed in chemicals at his plant. In the comics, Norman eventually died, while his son Harry, a good friend of Peter Parker, the alter ego of Spider-Man, married his high school sweetheart, Liz Allan. A lot of what happens in my story is based on a story which Marvel put out in 1996 called "Legacy of Evil" where both Norman and Harry have died, and Liz's son Normie is sought by the "ghost" of the Green Goblin, living in the computer. It wants Normie to become the third Green Goblin. The computer fashioned three android Goblinettes to do all of its dirty work.

I've combined facets of the Green Goblin in the comics and the TV animated Spider-Man show. The events occurring in my story fit neither the comic book nor animated show's timelines, therefore, and should be read strictly on its own. SZ

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Long before Norman Osborne, the original Green Goblin, had become stuck in a different dimension due to a breakdown of the vortex box he'd stolen, he had constructed an extremely advanced computer at his chemical factory, Osborn Industries. This computer was programmed with the ability to duplicate the Green Goblin's thought patterns. Norman also put a remote station of the mainframe in his house so that he'd have access to it at any time that he was at work or at home. The duplication of the Green Goblin's mind in the computer set up a mental link between it and Norman, which he then found even more useful, since he'd have ready access to the computer at any time.

In an effort to subjugate the mind and will of Peter Parker, his enemy the Spider-Man, Norman installed flexible stalks behind the wall of the living room in his house, attached to the remote computer. These stalks were able to stretch up to twenty feet, had mind probes at their ends which stuck into the skin to access the nervous system, and could whip through the air faster than any snake. The Green Goblin was the only one of Spider-Man's foes who knew his secret identity, and Norman had planned on using Peter's friendship with his son Harry to lure him to the house where he could be set upon by the mind probes.

Unfortunately for Norman, his plot never came to be before he found himself stuck in a different dimension. Interestingly enough, he did find that he could still access his computer via the mind link, even across dimensions, and thus had a link to this world's activities. This got the Green Goblin thinking of a more long ranged plan to completely alter Peter Parker, not just subjugate his mind. The first step Norman took was to make sure Spider-Man still had a Green Goblin to vex him. Norman waited for a day that his son would be visiting his house alone, and had the mind probes attach themselves to Harry.

Harry Osborn was a fun loving college student with not a shred of evil in his body. His father was already insane with rage since he knew Harry's friend Peter Parker was also Spider-Man, and considered Harry a total wimp, not worthy of the heritage Norman was building in his Green Goblin identity. Thus, when the mind probes attached themselves to Harry at his father's instruction to the computer, they met a mind totally unwilling to adopt the Green Goblin identity.

Harry could not resist, however. They downloaded the Green Goblin's thought patterns into Harry, who then became even more mad than his father had been. Harry completed his transformation into the second Green Goblin by going to the factory and accessing the hidden section his father kept the chemical bath in, which had originally given Norman his Green Goblin powers.

While the new Green Goblin was keeping Spider-Man occupied, Norman had the computer synthesize a new chemical bath with a unique chromosomal modification ability. The computer was also put to work constructing three androids in voluptuous female form. Three feminine Green Goblin masks and associated uniforms were then made for these androids to wear, making them Green Goblinettes. The trio of androids were only intended to be temporary wearers of these costumes, however. Norman's long range plan was for Harry, as the Green Goblin, to have three human Green Goblinettes as his assistants.

The new Green Goblin went on a mad spree of crimes, with his wife Elizabeth totally unaware of what was occurring. The madness that took hold of Harry made him do a number of rash actions, without any regard for safety. Thus, only two weeks after assuming his new identity, the Green Goblin perished in what could only be considered a freak accident.

The goblinwing he'd been riding was snagged by one of Spider-Man's webs, and for some reason, Harry did not have his feet secured to the wing like usual. The wing came to an abrupt halt in midair, and the Green Goblin went flying off the front end, with no visible means of support. A web line went shooting from Spider-Man's wrist, but was too late to save his friend Harry. The newest Green Goblin became a victim of gravity, and met the streets of New York City in a most ungracious manner.

The loss of his son, and at the same time, his agent of worldly contact as the replacement Green Goblin, made the mind of Norman connected to the computer go into a blind rage. The Green Goblinettes were now his only contact with the outside world, and would have to act on their own to see his plan through.

Spider-Man was thrown for a loop when he saw the Green Goblin breaking into a jewellery store a few nights later. He had just witnessed the death of the Green Goblin, and here he was in action again. As he got closer, Spider-Man noticed that the Green Goblin he saw was not a he at all, but a very well built female, and the Goblin was not alone! She was standing on a hovering Goblinwing with two other
women standing on their own Goblinwings.

They were clad in dark green sleeveless leotards which showed plenty of cleavage, and had almost nothing below the waist to cover the crotch or ass. They had dark green opera length gloves and stiletto heeled thigh high boots, and had matching bags slung over their left shoulders, looking for all the world like purses, but were Goblin weapons bags. The women had dark green chokers around their necks, and ultrafeminine Green Goblin masks covering their heads.

During the scuffle which developed after he tried to prevent the break-in, Spider-Man discovered that at least one, and probably all, of the female Goblins was a robotic android. As they were leaving the scene, one of the Green Goblinettes even introduced Spider-Man to his new foes, calling them the Green Goblinettes. Spidey was worried about this increase in the Goblin's forces, but his worries were founded on the wrong reasons.

* * * * *

Norman had the computer get to work on the first of the human Goblinettes. Harry's wife, Liz, who was as yet unaware of her deceased husband's new dual identity, was summoned by Norman, via his computer, into his factory on the pretext of looking for some reference books. One of the Goblinettes had worked with the computer to implement his plans, rigging the executive suite with a gas line exhausting near the headrest of the guest seat, and a holographic projector rigged in the center of the ceiling. While Liz was busy scrounging through a file room, the Goblinettes were busy arranging the equipment Norman had decided to use. When all was in readiness, Norman paged Liz over the building PA system, asking her to come to his office.

Liz knew that her father-in-law had disappeared two months earlier, and was more than a bit surprised to hear his voice calling for her. More out of curiosity than anything else, Liz quickly made her way to Norman's office. Upon entering, she saw what appeared to be Norman himself sitting at his desk. Seeing her father-in-law sitting imperiously in his executive throne, Liz pulled up short. "Please have a seat, Liz," instructed Norman's image, "there's a lot you have to learn."

Worried about the heretofore unseen strength of character in her father-in-law, she inched toward the seat, anxious to find out what was going on. As she slowly eased into the seat, Norman said, "You've become much more valuable than just a daughter-in-law and mother of my grandson, Liz. My son is no longer around to run this company, or fulfill his role as the Green Goblin."

"What do you mean, he's no longer around," asked Liz, "and what's this about him taking on the role of the Green Goblin?"

Norman put on a wicked grin, then replied, "I'm sure you were unaware that I was the Green Goblin, and that I myself am no longer on this planet. You are seeing and hearing a holographic image of me generated by my computer. I had brainwashed Harry into taking my place while I was gone, but he got careless and died yesterday. Did you wonder last night why Harry wasn't at home and in bed with you?"

Seeing Liz start to squirm in her seat, Norman had the computer activate the gas line near his daughter-in-law's head, then continued, "Yes, Liz, that's right, you're facing the old Green Goblin. And one of the special chemicals which my company makes is now filling the air around your head, which you are breathing in. It is a nerve agent specially designed to block impulses from your brain. If I let you breathe very much more of it," he said, while instructing the computer to shut off the flow, "it would shut down all the electrical impulses in your body, making your heart freeze up, your lungs not expand to breathe, and many other catastrophic problems. But like I said, you are much more valuable to me now than just a daughter-in-law; I have much better plans for you!"

Giving time for the gas to dissipate, the image of Norman slowly stood up, and then one of the Goblinettes walked into the room and pulled a handkerchief and a bottle of chloroform from a desk drawer. "I'm going to put you to sleep now, while I set up the final preparations," he told her.

Unable to even turn her head away, Liz saw the Goblinette for the first time. Liz was stunned by how she looked, but had little time to consider the thought as she breathed in the chloroform, and was soon unconscious, oblivious to the events unfolding around her.

When Liz came to, she knew right away that something was wrong. First of all, she woke up in a vertical position, not something she'd ever before experienced. Blinking her eyes to clear them, Liz saw how she was being kept vertical - her left and right wrists had manacles around them, chained to something overhead, preventing her from falling to the concrete floor that her feet were just resting upon.

As Liz looked around, trying to figure out what was going on, she saw a blurred image of her father-in-law. He appeared to be standing behind a glass wall. Further inspection showed that she was actually chained up inside a glass cylinder, completely nude. Blinking lights from banks of instruments and computers blurred together through her glass prison. Norman Osborn's voice came to her via a speaker within her cylinder.

"Ah, I see that you have finally reawakened," the metallic voice said. "It is vital that you listen very carefully to me. So tell me, Liz, are you awake?"

The word 'yes' echoed within the cylinder, but Liz did not know how she had the strength or even the will to say it.

"It is important," said Norman's detached voice, "that you understand all that will be happening to you. To begin with, a batch of chemicals will be injected into your bloodstream. It was designed by a Scottish scientist to completely alter the psyche at a basic level. It has been tested before, but proved ineffective after the subject was allowed to go through their normal routine. Imagine, if you will, a river which has been diverted, but eventually finds its way back to its original course."

The blurred image of Norman worked amongst the equally blurred lights, then continued, "Yet, if we program a new personality into you, then have your brain chemistry altered to such an extent that your psyche will no longer be able to find the previous behavior pattern, the mind altering will become permanent."

Liz noticed a trickling sound coming from below her, then saw fluids starting to fill the cylinder. "At your feet," Norman told her, "is a mixture of chemicals that will alter your physiology in a number of ways. The first is a formula from a Dr. Killbrew, formerly of Department H, now deceased after giving his work to Osborn Industries. In full dosage, it causes horrible mutations into lizard form while increasing the body's regenerative powers to an unheard of amount. The small dosage in your chemical brew will permit you to be back on your feet in a week or so after suffering almost any injury from a broken appendage to actual amputation."

Norman then continued to inform her, "The second part of the mix is a plasma grown from a dead man. I acquired his corpse from a laboratory on an island in the Caribbean, which had been guarded by several mean and nasty robots which are now scrap metal. It will make you highly susceptible to suggestion, of which you will hear many. The third portion is a variation on the original Green Goblin chemicals. It will give you all the strength my son and I have shared, without causing the severe muscular shaping of your body. You will find it making other changes to your body, though."

Norman walked over to the cylinder, and looking directly into his captive's eyes, said, "Now that this information is in your subconscious, I have to make sure that your conscious mind doesn't try to deviate it and interfere with its assimilation."

With that, all outside sound stopped coming from the speaker. The silence was deafening. Without warning, a truly deafening burst of static started coming from the speaker. Liz rocked her head back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder, and closed her eyes tight, trying to block the sound that was overwhelming her. She was too preoccupied to hear or see the metal probes that slid from the cylinder walls on either side of her body.

When they touched her, however, Liz screamed loud enough to drown out the static, and Elizabeth Allan Osborn thought for herself for the last time. The probes injected the mind altering chemicals into her system, and shortly thereafter, the speaker started to give her instructions on how she would live the rest of her life. The level of the chemical bath at her feet also rose, bathing her in the transforming fluids.

* * * * *

When Liz awoke, she realized that she was laying down flat on a cot void of any sheets. She also noticed that she was completely nude, and that her breasts seemed to have ballooned to almost twice their original size. She reached for something to cover herself, as if there were sheets on the cot, but her hands came up empty after finding nothing at all on the cot. The barren room she was in contained only a small pile of clothes in one of the corners. Every piece looked dark green, and Liz recalled seeing something like that on the Goblinette that she had seen in Norman's office. Liz felt a need to get out of the room, but doing so in the nude might be risky. She was hesitant about putting on the costume piled in the corner, but felt she had little choice.

Liz approached the pile of clothes, and saw that it consisted of a skimpy leotard, opera length gloves, thigh high boots with heels that made her cringe, a choker, and a large bag that looked like a purse with a shoulder strap. There was also a latex mask that would be pulled over the head, with a long Green Goblin hat on top. The face that was painted on this mask was almost too beautiful to imagine.

After another attack of hesitation, Liz picked up the tiny leotard and slipped her legs through its openings. She was astounded at the way it rode high on her torso, the leg openings actually starting at her waist. It barely covered her crotch, and she could feel that it covered very little of her ass cheeks, either. It clung tightly to her waist, and as she brought it up to her now huge breasts, it molded to them, hugging each globe tightly. Liz pulled the shoulder straps up over her arms, and felt the support given to her breasts by the leotard shaping them and molding them tightly.

She reached for the first of the boots, and pulled down the zipper to open it up. Leaning against the wall, Liz inserted her foot into the extreme arch, and wiggled her toes to settle them into the pointed toe of the boot. She pulled the zipper up until the boot was secure around her upper thigh. It was not a hard leather, but some kind of material that molded itself to her calves and thighs. She then picked up the other boot and repeated the process.

Though the heels raised her ankles at least six inches off the floor, Liz found she had no problem balancing in them, and after taking a few cautious steps, discovered that walking in them seemed like second nature. She then reached down and picked up the two gloves, pulling one onto each arm and seeing that they clung to her arms the way the boots did her legs. She picked up the shoulder bag, and slung it over her head to her right shoulder, letting it hang near her waist's left side. It was hardly necessary for clothing purposes, but Liz found herself putting the choker around her neck as if it belonged there.

Liz picked up the mask, but just held it, without putting it on, unable to believe how beautiful the face was. She then went to the only door in the room and opened it. She saw that it lead into the side of Norman's office.

As she entered the office once again, Liz saw Norman's image seated at his desk, with a Goblinette standing at each side. "Welcome, my dearest daughter-in-law," Norman's computer voice said, "why don't you come here and join us while we discuss your new position."

Liz stared at him, but found herself walking in his direction without any control. She came to a stop in front of the desk. "You, my dear, will be my right hand woman. You will be in control of all illegal activities, and recruitment of further allies. The two Goblinettes you see at my side used to have a third partner, but she was damaged in a fight with Spider-Man. Turn around and look behind you."

Liz swiveled, and saw a nude android with her head at a skewed angle. "That is her old uniform you are now wearing, Liz," Norman said. "The two by my side will also be giving up their uniforms for flesh and blood wearers. Put on your mask and join them, while I tell you about their replacements."

The instructions that had been given to her while she was immersed in the chemical bath now made Liz actually want to put on her mask, without any hesitation. As she pulled the mask under her chin and then up over her head, Liz felt the features of the ultrafeminine face becoming her own. Her hair was pulled up and into the back of the mask, which was the long wavy extension forming a Green Goblin hat falling down her back. With the mask completely on, the face Liz wore was identical to those of the two androids, and her mind went blank.

"Now the remaining portions of your original mind are slowly disappearing, or becoming so locked up they will never return. Start your final transformation now."

In mere moments, a smile formed on Goblinette Liz's lips, and she said, "I'm ready, Norman. I am the first of your live Green Goblinettes. Tell me who my new companions in crime will be."

"Your ultimate goal is the total defeat and transformation of Spider-Man for me. But not just yet. First we have to get Goblinette number two. I don't suppose you ever knew that Spider-Man is really Peter Parker, did you?"

Liz pondered this thought for a moment, then thought about how Peter was always running away from impending danger, followed shortly by Spider-Man coming onto the seen. She grinned once again.

"And can you therefore guess who your next recruit is going to be?"

"Peter's wife, Mary Jane! Ha, ha, ha..."

* * * * *

Early the next day, Liz got on the phone and asked Mary Jane Watson-Parker if she could meet her for lunch, to discuss the fate of her son, Normie. Liz told her that she feared the fate of her son was being shaped to fall into the footsteps of her father-in-law, who she had just discovered was the Green Goblin. Mary Jane eagerly agreed to have lunch with Liz, knowing full well the mental anguish she was probably going through.

Mary Jane had learned about her husband's second life as Spider-Man just before they were married, and constantly fretted about his meeting super criminals that could harm or kill him. Peter reassured her that his spider powers were more than adequate to handle any problem, and that she should have nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, Mary Jane had Peter on her mind almost constantly during her modeling photo shoots, since there was very little else with which to occupy her mind while standing and posing. It was lucky for Liz that MJ did not have any modeling scheduled for that day.

Mary Jane knew very well about the threat that the Green Goblin posed to her husband. Peter had told her stories from early in his career as Spider-Man of the battles with the deranged Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin. She hadn't heard of any contacts with him until only a few days ago when Peter told her about seeing the Goblin falling to his apparent death. Neither Peter nor MJ had any inkling of the situation involving Norman and his son, Harry. Mary Jane figured that Liz must be on to something if she was worried about her son and his connection to the Green Goblin.

The beautiful redhead walked to the restaurant they were going to have lunch at, since its convenience to both women was the reason they selected it. During the short walk of four blocks, Mary Jane ran through what she had heard on the phone in her head. 'Face it, girl,' the redhead thought to herself, 'there won't be any peace in the Parker household, or any partners in bed, until the situation with Norman Osborn is resolved. With any luck, I might get some insights to help Peter in my chat with Liz.'

As she came closer to the restaurant, Mary Jane's worried expression changed to her more usual, "Let's Party!" look, in anticipation of having to cheer up Liz. Upon entering, Mary Jane was told by the seating person that her friend was already at their table. She spotted Liz in the back corner of the restaurant, looking scared and nervous, not something Liz was known for. She was wringing her napkin, and toying with the silverware, anxiety practically dripping from her face. Mary Jane also noticed that Liz looked like she had just had breast implants.

"Hi, Liz," MJ called out to her friend as she neared the table, trying to sound as confident as she could. "You need to talk this problem out of your system. Please," Mary Jane said, as she sat down beside her, "let me help you get over it. I've had to put up with a lot of stress myself, between scheduling photo shoots, making sure Peter gets his studies done and photos processed, and making sure his aunt stays healthy." She didn't think it would help the situation to comment about Liz's chest enhancement.

"But," Liz squeaked, her face turning down and half filled with tears, "he's just so strong. Even when he wasn't around to directly interfere with our lives, Norman was causing trouble for Harry. Now he's actually destroyed my husband, and I think he's starting to get to me. I'm afraid that Norman will eventually try to destroy little Normie!"

Mary Jane failed to catch the distinct reference to Harry's death, thinking that her friend was just babbling. "Let me help you, Liz," she asked, gently squeezing Liz's hand. "Peter and I can work this out with you, and help you deal with Norman."

"No! No one can help me!" Liz cried in distress, as she jumped up from her seat, and ran to the ladies room. Mary Jane shot up to follow her, not noticing that some of Norman's hired thugs were emptying and closing the restaurant. She also did not see the huge grin forming on Liz's face.

All was going exactly according to her master's plan. Liz jumped into one of the stalls, and shut the door. She pulled off the ankle length dress she'd been wearing, exposing her costume's leotard and boots. She reached into her purse, and pulled out the choker and gloves. The Goblin weapons bag was next out of the purse.

Mary Jane came bounding through the restroom doorway, saying, "Liz, please, let us help. Elizabeth, you've got to come to terms with your anguish and let Peter and I help you. We're your friends."

Liz was just pulling the mask over her head when Mary Jane approached the stall. Now a Goblinette, she reached into her bag and pulled out a smoke bomb. 'Now for the next stage of my master's plan,' she thought.

Mary Jane may not have had the Spider Sense to warn her of danger that her husband did, but she knew enough to jump away from a bathroom stall with smoke billowing from it. As the stall door went flying across the restroom, smashing into the mirror and sink on the far wall, MJ started to think about ways to escape. There were no windows, the door was on the far side of the restroom, and the air vent was just big enough for a cat to get through, not a human. With no other choices, she dove into a nearby stall to wait for the smoke to clear.

Cowering in the stall, Mary Jane started to think that somehow the Green Goblin had made his way into the restroom. The explosion and smoke were trademarks of his. She knew it was inevitable that he would find Liz and herself in this confined space. The demons of her past reminded MJ again of her fragility. They always seemed to be haunting Mary Jane and her family.

Even after she'd learned to get over her father, her stalkers, and the villains that threatened she and her husband, Mary Jane still feared the moment when she would finally meet the Green Goblin. From Venom to Carnage to the Chameleon, she had faced the vilest criminals, but none gave her the deep-seated fear that Norman Osborn did. The bridge, Gwen's murder, the fall, all of it came back to her at once as the purple gloves pulled on her door. 'Wait a minute,' she thought, 'those are awfully dainty hands in those gloves...'

And through the smoke appeared, a female Green Goblin?!?

"Liz," Mary Jane asked, afraid to hear the reply, "is that you?"

"Not any more. I am the Green Goblinette, sent to serve my master."

The Goblinette reached into her bag and then tossed the knock out bomb at Mary Jane's feet. As the gas quickly rose to fill the airspace around MJ's head, Liz told her, "Now you will get to join me, and help me in ways you'd never imagined!" Mary Jane had a stunned look on her face as she collapsed in the stall.

The thugs who closed up the restaurant also took a goblinwing out of the truck, and set it up behind the restaurant. Liz picked up the inert form of Mary Jane and carried her out of the restroom, then went out the back door of the restaurant. She secured her boots into the footpads of the wing, then took off for Osborn Industries.

* * * * *

The plant had a hidden entrance used all those years by the Green Goblin himself, and the Goblinette and her cargo used it to get into the building unseen by outsiders or staff. Liz brought Mary Jane to the same room in which she had been transformed, and with the help of the other two Goblinettes, stripped her of her clothes and bound her into the glass cylinder.

It was just as important for the conversion of Mary Jane as it had been for Liz to be awake and aware of what was happening to her. Liz was in position at the control bank, with Norman's hologram beside her, when Mary Jane's eyes fluttered open. Her head was hanging down, and the first thing she noticed was her nude body hanging below. Mary Jane then lifted her head and saw the shackles holding up her wrists. As she spotted the blurred images of a pair of Goblinettes standing just to her sides, and another standing next to Norman Osborn at a computer console, Mary Jane remembered the gas bomb that knocked her out. She turned her head as far as she could in both directions, and realized that she was enclosed in a glass cylinder.

Liz noticed the movement within the cylinder, and Mary Jane then heard her voice come from the speaker over her head. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepy head. I trust you slept well during your trip? Of course you did, or you wouldn't be here!"

"What are you doing to me?!?" cried Mary Jane.

"We had to make sure you were awake to begin the process. You will be giving me lots of help, Mary Jane, just like you asked to do at the restaurant. Do you see the Goblinettes watching you to each side? So far, I am the leader of their group, but they are both androids."

Norman's voice then cut in, saying, "The Green Goblin will finally have total revenge on Spider-Man. I'm going to turn you into the second live Goblinette, and then the last android will be replaced by your husband. Then I can watch in glee as the trio of Green Goblinettes continue my legacy!"

"Help you, and become a Goblinette to harm my husband?" spat out Mary Jane. "No way, you'll never get me to help you!"

"Oh, but you will do so eagerly, Mary Jane," answered Liz. "We're going to inject you with a batch of chemicals which will completely alter your mind patterns to match mine. Also, if you'll notice, there is a bath of chemicals at your feet, which will soon envelop your body. These will give you your Goblin powers, and open your mind to the instructions you'll be given during the process. The body enhancements I got from the formula to fill out this costume will also affect you, and I can't wait to see the results, since you already have a model's bust line!"

The speaker then went soundless, and when Mary Jane tried to continue her argument with Liz, she got the impression that her voice was not getting out of the cylinder. Then a deafening roar of static shot from the speaker, and MJ shook her head and pressed one ear or the other against her shoulders, trying to block the deafening noise. The probes slid out from the walls, and injected their potions into Mary Jane, now screaming like a banshee. Peter Parker's loving wife disappeared at that moment. She felt the chemicals rising around her feet and legs, and started to hear the instructions for her future as her body absorbed the transforming chemicals from the bath.

Mary Jane woke up a couple of hours later, and realized that she was now laying down on something soft. She propped herself up on one arm, and saw that she was on a couch in an office. There were two Goblinettes sitting across from her, and one was holding a pile of clothes. They both seemed to be staring at her, or more precisely, her chest.

Mary Jane looked down, and saw a set of boobs which would outdo any found on a stripper. She lifted her hands to cup her newly enlarged breasts, and couldn't believe the size and shape of them. Looking up again, she said, "I hope you can stop staring long enough to give me something to wear."

MJ was handed the pile of clothes by Liz. She picked up the tiny leotard, then said, "I have to have something to wear, but if I wear this, I'll look just like you two."

"That's the general idea," Liz answered.

Mary Jane's programming took over, and followed Liz's instruction. She pulled on the leotard, watching how her humongous chest filled it out. She zipped on the boots, pulled on her gloves, slipped the weapons bag over her shoulder, then hooked the choker around her throat. With her model's face and long red hair, Mary Jane then stood facing Liz directly.

"The uniform you're now wearing," Liz said, "was being worn by one of the androids you saw outside the cylinder. She will now remain here at the plant as a ready reserve if we ever need help." As she handed the mask to Mary Jane, Liz continued, "Now, finish your transformation, Mary Jane."

Mary Jane gathered up her hair and piled it on top of her head, then hooked the bottom of the mask under her chin. As the mask's beautiful features met her own, Mary Jane felt her own features melt away. The long extension of the mask did a good job of containing her hair, and when the neck of the mask had been smoothed out just over her choker, she became an identical triplet to the other two Goblinettes in the room, except for being a bit heavier in the chest. She stood there, stiff like an unprogrammed android, her mind a total blank.

"The last vestiges of Mary Jane's mind are now becoming locked away by your new personality," Liz told her. "Now, begin your final transformation!"

After just a few moments standing at attention, a wicked grin formed on Goblinette MJ's lips, and she said, "I'm now the second of Norman's team of Goblinettes. Thanks for letting me join with you, Liz!"

"You are a nice addition to the group, MJ," Liz answered. "Now, what do you think we're going to do next?"

"We're going to get Goblinette number three! Time to go home to Peter!"

* * * * *

Goblinette Mary Jane took off her mask and costume, then put on the clothes she was wearing when she'd been brought to the laboratory. The top she'd been wearing was a loose sweater, so it easily covered her grossly enlarged chest. She went into the regular executive office of Norman Osborn, then left the building via normal passageways, getting a number of stares and wolf whistles as she passed plant employees. Once she got out the front door, Mary Jane hailed a cab, and got a ride back to the townhouse she shared with her soon to no longer be husband, Peter Parker.

Mary Jane fixed a chicken dinner for the evening meal, and Peter got back from work at the Daily Bugle on time for once, as she'd hoped he would. Peter smelled the frying chicken as he stepped into the townhouse, and said, "Wow, MJ! Doing my favorite meal! To what do I owe the honor?"

"Oh, Peter," answered Mary Jane, "you know I'd do any meal to please you." He entered the kitchen, and grabbed her around the waist from behind. His hands were below her chest, and didn't feel the huge tits residing there. When he rested his chin on her shoulder, Mary Jane turned her head to kiss him.

"I did some research at the paper this afternoon," he told her, "but couldn't find any more info about Green Goblin or the female robots he has working with him now. I don't know what I'm going to do to counter the increase in numbers they bring into play."

Mary Jane giggled, then said, "I was with Liz Osborn all afternoon, and we tried to find a way to figure out what the Goblinettes would be up to. We came to a few conclusions, but figured that little Normie was not in any danger." She purposefully left out any more references to her afternoon. That would come later.

"I guess Spider-Man will have to go out after dinner," he replied, "and try to track down the Goblinettes."

"Oh, Peter, relax. I think finding them won't be as difficult as you think. Just enjoy dinner, and we'll talk about less stressful things than the Green Goblin."

Peter went back to the living room, and turned on the television to catch the evening news while MJ finished cooking the meal, evil thoughts in her head and a sly grin that he could not see on her face.

When they sat down at the table, Peter finally caught sight of the larger bulge in the sweater his wife was wearing. "Honey, did you get a wonder bra or something during a photo shoot today?" he asked.

"I'm glad you noticed, luv," she replied. "I got a pushup bra with enhancers for one of the outfits I was posing in, and liked it so much they let me keep it." Actually, her sweater was covering bare flesh with not a bit of support to build anything up. She was also glad that the little lie went right over his head, in that she'd told him she was with Liz all afternoon. "Now, just dig in, and forget about worldly problems, or it will ruin your digestion," she concluded.

As the main course was being finished, and Mary Jane was preparing to get out the cupcakes they were going to have for dessert, a loud crash was heard, and glass from the living room patio door went flying across the carpet. Two Goblinettes came flying through the opening, and landed their goblinwings on the floor. Peter was still trying to get up from his chair, when one of the Goblinettes raced into the kitchen and grabbed his wife.

Very rarely had any of the Green Goblin's capers involved his home, and Spidey wondered why this was changing now. He was up now, but without his web shooters, had nothing but his strength and agility with which to fight the Goblinettes. He lunged for the one holding his wriggling wife, but was cut off by the other one, who swung with her arm and knocked Peter back with unbelievable strength.

As the two goblinwings flew back out of the apartment, now with three occupants, Peter raced into his bedroom and pulled on his Spider-Man costume. He raced back out to the patio, and saw the two goblinwings jetting away. Spidey shot a webline to a nearby building to give chase.

He was starting to catch up with them, when Liz looked down and back to see him swinging their way. She turned to Mary Jane and said, "So far, so good. He's right where we expected him to be. Are you ready to go?"

"You bet, Liz! Drop away."

Spidey was in the forward swing of one of his arcs when he saw the Goblinette holding Mary Jane throw her down to the earth below. He changed the angle of his next swing to get under her, and met her with open arms on a downward swing to reduce the impact shock on her body. As he held her close, Spider-Man eased their way to the ground. Once they were standing on solid ground, he asked her, "MJ, are you okay? I can't believe they just threw you down from that height!"

Mary Jane saw that they were in an isolated area with no one around to see, just as they'd planned, and pulled back Spidey's cowl to expose his face and kiss him. "I'm just fine, Peter. Thanks for the catch." While she had her lips locked to his, Mary Jane took the electroshock device Liz had wrapped to her wrist, and pressed it to his neck.

"What...?!!?" was all he said as Spider-Man fell to the ground with a 'shocked' look on his face.

Goblinette Liz, meanwhile, had been continuing on to the laboratory at Osborn Industries. There, she gathered MJ's costume and the third goblinwing. With these in hand, she and the remaining android went back to the spot where they'd prearranged the taking of Spider-Man, and saw Mary Jane standing over the laid out body of Spider-Man. Landing nearby, she walked over to Mary Jane to hand her the costume. Mary Jane was already stripping off her sweater and skirt while Liz was walking her way, and eagerly took the costume from her hands. In mere moments, there were now three Goblinettes standing over Spider-Man, and the android was told to pick up and carry his inert form.

* * * * *

Spider-Man awoke to find himself sitting with his hands secured behind his back, still in his costume, but with the cowl still hanging down behind his head where Mary Jane had pulled it. He was in a darkened room, and could see nothing. He then heard the voice of Norman Osborn come booming from some speakers somewhere in the room. "Now I've finally got you, Spider-Man, or should I just call you Peter? No longer will you be a pain in my side. You're going to enjoy becoming an ally of mine, Peter!"

"An ally?!? I don't think so, Norman!"

"Believe it, Peter," Norman continued via his computer generated voice. "You are going to be changed to more ably fit in here, and work with my Goblinettes. Your mind will be wiped clean, and you will know only one reality, that you are one of mine!"

With that, lights came on, revealing a trio of Green Goblinettes facing him with a shimmering image of Norman standing next to them. "You haven't seen me lately, Peter, because I'm trapped in another dimension," Norman said. "I can talk to you via my computer, which also is generating this hologram. I tried to have my son, Harry, take over for me, but you killed him. So I'm going to have my total revenge on you, making you part of the team of Goblins. Ladies, let's show Peter who he'll be joining!"

Two of the Goblinettes started to pull off their masks, and as they shook their heads to loosen their hair, Peter saw a beautiful redhead and a gorgeous blonde, both of whom were easily recognized. "Mary Jane and Liz! You're both Goblinettes?" he blurted out.

"Yes and no, luv," MJ told him. "We are now Merideth Jane Osborn and Ellen Osborn, the first part of our master's new team. We can't wait for you to join us!" The pair then walked up to the tied down Spider-Man, and kissed him on his cheeks.

As Peter was blushing while looking up at the buxom chests in front of his face, each of the girls reached into their weapons bags and pulled out a vial of knockout gas. He faded from consciousness, unaware that very soon he'd have a chest to rival theirs.

Spider-Man was taken to the special tank of chemicals that Norman had made via the computer earlier on. His costume was left on, because the chemical bath would easily work into his skin through the fabric, and Norman wanted to have fun in humiliating his foe.

The chemicals were not translucent, so the changes taking place on his body were unable to be seen by the on looking Goblinettes, but they did see his face becoming smaller and beautifully feminine, with his long black hair streaming down his back. Once the tank had drained, they opened the hatch and went in to pull out the woman who was sitting there. The bath could do nothing to change her costume to make it more aptly fit her, like giving her shapely boots, but the stretch fabric was easily able to conform to her new shape. There were two huge mounds on her chest, making even Merideth Jane's look small, and a tiny wasp waist below them, flaring out to beautifully shaped hips and ass over gorgeous legs.

The still unconscious woman was led back to the room she'd been knocked out in. Smelling salts were waved under her nose, and her head started to swing back and forth, black hair cascading to each side. Her beautiful eyes fluttered open, to again see the Goblinettes standing in front of her. She then caught sight of the red and blue bulge below her field of vision, and looked down. The sight of silky black hair falling across a pair of exquisitely shaped huge globes made her jaw drop, and she screamed.

"Now, now, Spider-Woman," Norman said, "I think you look great. I have to make sure we save that formula for future use. You're going to really enjoy the new you! But I guess we can't really call you Spider-Woman, can we? There have already been two of those. I know! You're now Spider-Girl! It even makes you sound more immature and wanton."

"What have you done to me?" Spider-Girl asked in anguish. "I'm no longer a man, and look as much as or more feminine than the Gobinettes!"

"You've answered your own question, Spider-Girl," was Norman's reply. "But I'm not finished with you yet. You have only the body I want, so far. Inside, you're still Peter Parker. But since I have no need for a Spider-Girl, you're going to have your mind wiped clean just like Liz and MJ did. No...wait. I want you to know what you're doing from now on, so I won't wipe your mind completely. I'm going to have Peter Parker sitting dormant in the back of your mind, watching in horror all the deeds you perform. Good-bye for now, Peter!"

Liz and MJ again squirted their knockout gas into her face.

* * * * *

Peter awoke to find herself strapped vertically, and saw Norman and the Goblinettes in a blur. Turning her head, she saw that it was thick glass between them, and that it appeared to surround her. Her wrists were strung up to the ceiling of what looked like a cylinder that she was in. There was a speaker over her head, and from it came the voice of Norman Osborn.

"I've changed the makeup of the chemicals I used to make my first two Goblinettes. Your mind will be only partly subverted, and I think your chest is already big enough, so you don't need any enhancement. I'm going to inject the mind control chemicals into you, then you will be given another chemical bath to give you your Goblin powers. Added to the Spider powers already present in your body, you should become a really potent entity. Do you see and hear the chemicals roiling beneath your feet? I think its time to begin!"

There was a momentary break of total silence, then a deafening roar of static poured from the speaker. Peter did everything she could think of to avoid the sound, but nothing stopped it as she shook her head wildly, black hair wiping the sides of the cylinder. The probes slid out from the walls as she was thus occupied, and when they touched her skin and started the injection, she screamed.

The bath beneath her feet started to rise, and as the bath was absorbed into Peter's skin, the speaker started to tell her all about her new life. The chemicals injected into her made her want to accept whatever the speaker told her. As she was learning, the tiny bit of Peter locked away inside was screaming in protest, to no avail.

* * * * *

The black haired woman woke up in another room, brightly lit by overhead fluorescent lamps. She blinked her eyes, and saw two Goblinettes sitting in chairs across from her. She saw that she was nude, and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

"Hello, Paula," said Ellen as she stood. "I trust you had a good nap? It's time to get going here. Would you like to get dressed?" She pointed to the pile of clothes in MJ's hands.

"Is that all there is for me to wear? It looks like another costume just like what you two are wearing," remarked Paula, who didn't even question the name she'd been called.

"Yes, my dear, this costume is for you," Ellen said. "I think our master must not have fully reduced the body enhancement part of the chemical bath, but you should still fit into it. It is very stretchy."

Paula reached over to the Goblinette holding her costume, her now even more voluminous breasts jutting out in front of her in defiance of gravity. MJ handed her the leotard, which had difficulty but did indeed contain her monstrous orbs in clinging Lycra spandex. Paula slipped her feet into the boots, and zipped them on, handling the heels as if she'd done so all her life. The gloves were pulled onto her arms, and the choker wrapped around her throat.

There was a new addition to the choker, which all three Goblinettes now had, a small medallion at the front which was in reality a communications device.

Once Paula had pulled the weapons bag over her shoulder, she started to look precisely like her teammates.

MJ handed Paula the mask, and she took it after balling up her hair on top of her head. Paula pulled the mask from her chin up, feeling her face blend with the ultrafeminine features of the mask itself. The long rear extension was pulled over the top, with her long black hair falling back to fill it. Paula stood motionless, the mask having made her mind freeze up. Most of her mind, that is. Peter was still deep inside, in awe that he had become like his wife and friend, another Goblinette.

"Begin your final mental transformation, Paula," ordered Ellen, "you are now one of us!"

The new Goblinette was frozen in place for a few moments, then a twisted grin formed on her mouth as her hands formed fists resting on her broad hips. She said, "I am Goblinette number three, Paula Osborn. I'm so glad our master hit us each with the breast enhancement, regardless of what we had before. Now we can tell each other apart. Ellen Osborn, our group leader, has a full chest, Merideth Jane Osborn has an oversized chest, and I have the way overdone chest! Let's get to work!"

Peter cringed.

* * * * *

That very night, the three Goblinettes went on a hunt and kill mission in greater New York. Norman wanted to have total control of the crime scene in New York, and the presence of other criminals like Kingpin and Doctor Octopus could put a damper on his plans.

The Goblinettes found Kingpin in his penthouse suite, planning yet another scheme to vex Daredevil. The three of them were able to accomplish a feat no one foe had ever been able to perform before. They overpowered Kingpin's guards and security system, then killed the bloated crime lord in his own bedroom.

As much as the Kingpin had been a thorn in his side over the years, Peter was still appalled at what she'd just done. It had been she who tossed the nerve gas bomb into his bedroom.

The three Goblinettes slept the next day, with the Daily Bugle wondering where Peter Parker was, and why he didn't answer the phone at his townhouse, and the modeling agency trying to figure out where their star was when she didn't show up for a scheduled photo shoot. After a few days of this, the police were contacted about the missing persons, and Peter's Aunt May had a stroke and died when she heard about her missing nephew.

During the nights, the Goblinettes were completing their master's goals. One master criminal after another fell at their hands, and the superheroes of New York City were wondering where all of them went. They were to find out soon enough.

The Green Goblinettes became known to the general public when they ventured forth in the daytime to take on the first superhero, Spider-Man's old friend and sometime lover, Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. The scuffle they got into was in Central Park, and was photographed by numerous shutterbugs anxious to sell their wares to the newspapers and trash mags. The pictures eventually made their way to porn magazines, with the three buxom women becoming the newest fantasy targets of numerous men and women. The Black Cat didn't find the experience to be as beneficial, getting away with her life, but permanently injured beyond any further crime fighting activities.

* * * * *

The little bit of Peter Parker that Norman left inside Paula eventually proved the statement that Norman had told Liz during her transformation. The tiny bit of original mind left inside found a path to regain dominance, and Paula got away from her teammates during one of their outings. She changed her name to Petra Parker, made herself another Spider costume, and used the name Norman had given her, Spider-Girl. Her feet had grown accustomed to the heels of her Goblinette costume, so Spider-Girl's new costume also had stiletto heeled boots.

* * * * *

To replace the missing Goblinette, Norman had the girls go after Eddie Brock, who had become free of the symbiote called Venom two years earlier, but still had a deep-seated hatred of Spider-Man. Eddie was put through the same process that Peter had been, and the already evil mind inside made her a truly vicious Goblinette. Spider-Girl and the remaining superheroes of New York would have their hands full for a long time.

Finis
 

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