Published: Jan 11, 2025

My one-hundred and eighty-third caption, featuring a guy who gets bitten by a spider. Real original, I know. Lmao.

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(No, she does not kill the dude at the end. I didn't think I had to mention that, but there's your answer.)

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It had been another long day at the Stertbooks Coffee Shop. Another long day of obnoxious customers, uncooperative machines, and the ever-present smell of coffee beans, milk, and creme. It wasn’t the glamorous “future” you had worked hard for in college, that much was certain. You were supposed to be an entomologist, not a barista buried under student loans and burdened by a overpriced apartment. You sighed deeply as you hung up your stupid visor in the back, grabbing the stuff out of your locker and leaving without looking at a single one of your co-workers. The one you would have talked to, Brad, was your roommate and was stuck working a double shift. You’d see him when he got back to the apartment. Walking back into the cold, winter air, you noticed something… unusual. In one of the low-hanging branches, you saw an odd-looking spider in a web with a purplish, almost black color to it. Not recognizing it, and knowing how unusual it was seeing one out this time of year, you carefully took your pillcase out and put it inside, wanting it for your collection.

Back in your apartment, you wasted no time returning to your room, locking the door and putting your gloves on. Opening the pillcase, you were shocked to find it missing. Before you could even process your confusion, you felt movement on the back of your neck, followed by pain as the strange spider bit you. In a fit of shock, you grabbed it in your hands and threw it in a jar, trapping it. Beset by sudden panic, you checked your neck for signs of a bite, only to find nothing at all. Thinking you may have just panicked, you breathed deeply, looking at the spider in the jar with a glare. You could have sworn it was looking back at you through the glass jar. You sat down, drinking deeply from the coffee you had brought home with you in an attempt to calm your nerves. Something about it tasted different, however. It tasted far more sweet, with an undertone of cinnamon and something else you couldn’t identify. You knew you had made your usual black coffee with cream back at the shop, but before you could think about it more you got really dizzy.

Your body began to rapidly heat up, causing you to break out into a fever. In an attempt to cool off, you pulled off all your clothes and hung onto the frame of your bed, preferring its coolness to the warmth of your mattress and bed sheets. It was as if you were drunk, the world around you spinning as your breathing became more and more shallow, sweat soaking your overheated body. You were on the verge of passing out before a loud pop resonated from your hips as they jutted out, giving you a narrow waist and taking your manhood with it with another pop. You watched with confusion as silky, white hair fell down in front of your new, multiple red eyes as two breasts formed, growing to a massive H-cup. You felt your forearms and legs becoming black and shiny before hardening into some kind of carapace. Unlike your arms though, the tops and bottoms of your legs seemed to fuse together, the carapace spreading partway up your hips before seemingly stopping. In your dazed state, you briefly thought the worst of it was over, but you were very wrong.

Without warning, your gut made an awful sound, and your thickened backside began to expand at a rapid rate. You could feel your senses and nerves spreading out as a spider cephalothorax and abdomen formed, twice the size of yourself. From your new cephalothorax, which your old body now rested on top of, emerged eight long spider legs, made of the very same hardened carapace as the rest of you. You looked back at yourself with equal parts fear and curiosity, unable to process any of this. Your attempts to rationalize any of this were cut short as you knocked over your dresser, shooting out webs from your new spinnerette by accident.

You awkwardly squeezed yourself out of your room, knowing it was too small for you now, as you grabbed your coffee and stumbled into the “common area”, unsteady and unsure how to control your movement. None of it seemed to be helped by your vision and general clumsiness, which seemed to have been caused by something else entirely. Still exhausted and hot from your transformation, you threw yourself against the L-shaped couch, the only thing in the apartment big enough to accommodate your substantial size. You finally spotted yourself in the mirror on the wall, seeing how frightening yet… alluring you were. Almost like you were riding a spider. Your rational mind had finally failed you, new instincts beginning to take hold as the coffee made you even more tipsy…

A few hours later, Brad finally finished his double shift, coming home to find all the lights turned off. Knowing it was weird for his roommate to not leave at least one on for him, he walked into the living room, hitting the switch on the wall. Suddenly, he was met with an unreal sight: some kind of naked, big-breasted woman, resting atop the body of a spider. She immediately noticed him, making a beeline towards the man. She tied him up in seconds, looking deeply at him with six piercing red eyes. He was in awe.

“Oh my… a man~. I knew one would show up eventually.” She said with perfect English, sounding somewhat like his roommate. “I won’t lie to you, honey… I need to feel you inside of me. My body is begging to be bred like a whore, and you’re my stud.”

Brad’s more rational side wanted to protest, to get out of this apartment and escape, but something about this “woman” overpowered his fight-or-flight response. In the end, she’d use him just as she said she would, before taking him away to parts unknown…