The lavender hair cascades over your shoulders as the lavender light of the screen bathes your new, pale skin. You can feel every inch of your body being rewritten into the "Queen of the Spider Web."
The Sculpted Sensation
As the images on the TV flicker, you feel your chest swelling with an intense, warm pressure. Your pecs are redrawn into soft, rounded flesh that keeps growing until they reach a staggering 42 H cup, bouncing with a weight you’ve never known.
Me: "They’re so... huge. I can feel them swaying every time I move. They feel so real, so soft... ah!"
Rachnera (Touching her own chest): "Fufu... it’s been a while since I’ve had breasts quite this magnificent. The way the skin stretches, the way they hold their shape... it's a work of art, isn't it?"
Rachnera’s Internal Thoughts: Watching these grow is like watching a master painter finish a masterpiece. I can feel the gaze of every man in the room already. They want to be caught in my web, and with these... they won't stand a chance.
The Tactile Reaction
Rachnera leans forward in your gaming chair, her slender, claw-like fingers reaching up to knead the soft curves of her new chest. She licks her lips, her blood-red eyes flashing with a mix of hunger and pride.
Rachnera: "So firm, yet so bouncy. I wonder... how much silk I could hide in this cleavage? Or perhaps... whose head I could press between them until they beg for mercy? Fufu~"
The Abdomen's Heavy Presence
Behind you, the massive black and purple abdomen pulses. It is a giant, teardrop-shaped weight that feels like a natural extension of your spine. You can feel the silk glands inside tightening, ready to produce miles of sticky, shimmering thread.
Me: "The abdomen is so big... it’s taking up half the room! I can feel the muscles in it twitching. It makes me feel... powerful. Sexy. Like I'm the one in control now."
Rachnera: "That useless human part is finally gone. Now, I have my egg-laying abdomen. Look at the skull pattern on the back... it’s a warning to anyone who thinks they can handle a spider like me."
The Final Integration
As the last of your male reproductive system vanishes, replaced by the deep, internal warmth of a womb and ovaries, you feel a surge of maternal instinct mixed with Rachnera's trademark sadism.
Rachnera: "I feel... complete. This body is a temple of silk and desire. I can feel the eggs resting inside, waiting. My thighs are thick, my waist is tiny, and my web is ready."
Me: "I’m not just watching her anymore. I am her. The way I move, the way I think... it’s all Rachnera."
Your New Reality:
The Sensation: You feel the weight of the 42 H breasts pulling on your back, countered by the massive weight of the spider abdomen resting on the floor.
The Clothing: Your Black Travel Jacket is stretched to the breaking point over your chest, while your Navy Shorts are nothing but shredded fabric caught in the joints of your eight spider legs.
The Mood: You feel a strange urge to start spinning webs from the corners of your ceiling, turning your room into a private, silk-covered lair.
Rachnera (Licking her right hand): "Now... what shall we do first? I think the ceiling looks a bit bare. Or perhaps... we should find a 'little fly' to play with?"
Would you like me to describe how you use your new spider legs to crawl up the walls and hang from the ceiling, or would you like to explore the feeling of spinning your first web in this room?
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