Arachnid Anarchy P2

Author's Note: Second part of the Ms. Tarantula swap, based off a pic by Zeydaan going up tomorrow!

Day 2: Robot Rescue

It had been a long night for Jam, the monkey panicking for once in his life. A simple body-swap with a sexy spider quickly turned into a criminal act. His lab had been completely robbed of all his possessions, including his beloved robo-moth daughter, Peppermint. He could live without all his shiny inventions, but his daughter meant everything to him. He would stop at nothing to get her back! Once morning arrived, the monkey got to work on rescuing his robo-moth.

Despite his lab now being empty, he still had his trusty smart-phone on hand. After hacking it using his simian know-how, he installed some software and mods on it that he bought at a shady tech store down the street. With his smart phone now completely modded, Jam was set to save his daughter and get his stuff back, “I’ll show those ‘Bad Guys’ that the baddest one around here is me!”

Jam stood outside on the street corner and pressed a button on his phone to locate the Bad Guys, with it quickly making a beeping sound. The monkey scratched at his head in confusion, “Weird, it should only beep when they’re near! Wait…”

Just then the app’s image on Jam’s phone soon changed shaped to that of a spider, causing the monkey to panic.,“Is that sultry spider hacking me?!” Jam was about to find out that the phone wasn’t the only thing being hacked! Red 1’s and 0’s began to emanate from his phone, before quickly filtering into his body.

Jam found himself in immense pain, his body convulsing as it fell to the floor, as did the phone that was previously in his hand. His body then became rigid and immobile as some creature crawled onto his body and slowly began climbing up his body. Jam gulped as he realized that whatever was moving up his body had 8 legs! Jam managed to cock his head up enough to see that the being on his bod was none other than Ms. Tarantula, the fiendish spider that had gotten him into this mess in the first place!

The tarantula giggled, “Heya, monkey-man! Did you forget about my warning from last time?”

The monkey struggled in a vain attempt to move, “Ms. Tarantula?! Where’s my daughter? And how did you paralyze my body?!”

She giggled, “Your daughter is safe with us, for the time being. We couldn’t sell her or get her to be our maid, but we’ll find some kind of use for her. And as for paralyzing you, I installed a virus on your phone that allows me to hack your body thanks to your little ‘tech store visit’,”

“What?! That shouldn’t be impossible!”

“It shouldn’t be, but your nonsense gadgets allowed me to improve my hacking tech tenfold. Now I can hack more than just phones, I can both hack and steal the bodies of my targets!”

Ms. Tarantula then grabbed Jam’s discarded phone and tapped some buttons on it, causing it to glow as it enveloped both of them in red 0’s and 1’s. Jam’s eyes fluttered rapidly as his body quickly began to weaken. His mind was changed into data and transferred into the spider’s body, her mind doing the same in turn.

Jam felt weak and dazed, unable to stop his very essence being stolen from him. His eyes closed as he fainted, only to open them back up a few minutes later. Once his eyes opened, he looked down and was annoyed to find himself Ms. Tarantula’s body once more!

“She” was now quite small and had 8 legs, making traversal quite difficult. Her body was covered in stringy orange and red hair, befitting a venomous arachnid such as herself. Her humanoid torso was clad in a black hoodie, a pair of matching headphones around her neck. Jam then heard her own voice laugh from above, “Ha, got you again, loser!”

Jam looked up and saw her hairy monkey legs towering above her! A giant hand loomed into her field of vision, before grabbing her by the hoodie and hoisting her upwards. Tarantula held the spider in front of his simian face and laughed, “Ha, got you again!”

Jam thrashed about her many limbs as she tried to wriggle from the monkey’s grasp, “Damn you, give me back my body!”

The former spider raised an eyebrow, “And why would I do that? Don’t you know how hard it is to be a spider, to freak out tons of people just by your mere existence? No, you’re a monkey, everybody loves monkeys! Regardless, I’ll give you your stupid body back as you requested, but first…” Tarantula then let go of Jam’s tiny body, causing her to hurtle to the ground and land on the sidewalk with a loud “SPLAT!” sound.

“...You’ll have to catch me!” Said the monkey, right before cackling and walking away.

“Get back here!” Jam shouted as she peeled her body off the pavement and pursued the body-snatching villain. Jam scurried as fast as her 8 legs could carry her, but it still proved difficult to keep up due to her minuscule size. Her big spider-butt bounced around wildly as she desperately tried to keep pace, which proved difficult due to the thief being larger and able to cover more ground. All the while, the former spider was cackling as he held up her stolen phone.

With his virus now on Jam’s phone, he got to work on hacking bank accounts and stealing more and more. As he hacked more and more, he turned his head and looked down at the spider to mock her further, “I should know how slow that little body of yours is! Hope you don’t mind if I give you a makeover after robbing these chumps’ bank accounts?”

“I really hope she doesn’t put pants on my body…” Jam muttered to herself as she tried to keep up with her former body. Tarantula was enjoying the chase and decided to kick it up into high gear by leading Jam towards a crowd! The monkey cackled as the spider desperately tried to chase him through the crowd of people. She had to duck in and around the people’s footsteps, trying her best not to get crushed in the process.

Tarantula decided to make it even harder for his former body. “Eep, a venomous tarantula!” Shouted the monkey as he pointed at Jam, prompting everyone around to glance down at the tiny spider.

“Kill it!” Shouted one man as he attempted to crush Jam under his boot, only for the spider to narrowly skirt away from him. All the people gathered around and tried their best to smush the spider, like Swedish women trying to crush grapes in a bucket. “Stop!” Shouted Jam as she attempted to stop her would-be slayers, but they refused to listen to the agitated arachnid.

Jam eventually managed to escape the gaggle of crazy citizens and continued her chase after Tarantula! This chase quickly stopped when the monkey turned around and stepped on the spider with his hand-foot! Jam couldn’t dodge it in time, due to using up all her energy trying to avoid the crowd. As a result, she was smushed against the sidewalk. The monkey lifted up his foot and peeled off the still-alive spider. Jam’s body was hurting all over though, her legs twitching as she moaned in pain.

Tarantula laughed, “Oh, relax! You’ll be fine! Due to cartoony physics, your body will bounce back in no time. In fact, it’ll be fixed just as the new ‘makeover’ I promised is finished!”

Tarantula then stuffed the injured spider into the pocket of his lab-coat as he made his way into a nearby salon called “Changes”. It wasn’t a normal salon though, it also combined aspects of plastic surgery and “mutagenic alteration” to completely transform the person into something new!

Tarantula entered the building and was approached by the person running the salon, an anthropomorphic poodle by the name of “Papillon La Floof”. The prissy poodle clapped his paws together as he saw the spider approach, “Hello, monsieur Jam, it’s been at least 500 written stories since I’ve seen you last! How may I help you today?”

Tarantula smiled and held out Jam’s credit card, “I’d like a full makeover into a hot busty blonde monkey with so much plastic on her body that she can barely move!”

The poodle snickered, “Oui oui, I see ‘ze gentleman is into some kinky things! I can do that right away, just sit in my chair!”

Just then, Tarantula heard Jam moan in pain from within his pocket, “Urgh… Don’t…”

Tarantula reached his thumb into the pocket and squished it against the spider’s head to get her to stop, “Ignore that, it was just my ringtone!”

The poodle shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know why monsieur has moans of pain as his ringtone, but I’ll try not to question it! Let’s get ‘zis show on the road, no?”

“Of course!” Tarantula said as he sat in the chair. While the French poodle was getting ready, he activated an app on his phone called “Swap Reversal Timer”.

“Hey, Papillon. How long do you think this transformation would take?”

The poodle snickered, “For an ordinary plastic surgeon, it would take months and involve a lot of therapy and pills. For you, it’ll be done in 15 minutes and will feel as natural as a baguette on a hot summer’s day in Paris!”

“15 minutes works for me, Papillon!” Shouted the monkey, who set the app to switch him back in 15 minutes. The poodle failed to notice this, as he was busy grabbing tons of mutagenic lotions and tools. After grabbing what he needed, he returned to the monkey and got to work.

He used the transformative creams to increase the monkey’s height from 3 feet tall to 6 feet. Using a mix of plastic surgery and genetic reconstruction, he started to give the monkey a figure even super models would be jealous of! He altered the monkey’s physiology, granting him a big butt and even bigger breasts. This also included giving him much wider hips and more slender legs.

He bleached the monkey’s hair blonde, along with using some special “hair growing” shampoo on it. This grew the simian’s hair into a long, flowing blonde mane. His “monkey junk” soon disappeared, only to be replaced by equipment of the opposite gender. “She” was then given long eyelashes, large pouty lips, and long fingernails.

To complete the monkey’s transformation into the a female simian, she was given a white top with the words “Monkey Slut” on it and a pair of pink shorts. After fitting a pair of pink high-heels on the monkey, Papillon stood back to admire his work, “Magnifique! You turned out better than I could’ve imagined!”

As soon as Papillon had finished admiring his work, the timer app on the phone went off and switched Jam back to his original body while beeping continually. Jam panicked, now being stuck in an overtly busty feminine body that could barely move! Jam normally loved having big titties, but the lack of mobility combined with the urgency of the situation was freaking him out considerably. “Mmrrph?!” Jam let out a muffled gasp, his pouty lips too big to talk.

Papillon finally caught on as he looked at Jam, noticing that the simian’s eyes had gone from a dark red to brown, “Sacrebleu, that wasn’t you behind the wheel, was it? Monseiur Jam, I am sorry! I can reverse it for no additional charge and refund it!”

“Too late, you prissy poodle!” Shouted a voice from inside the pocket of the monkey’s discarded lab-coat. Ms. Tarantula leaped out, fully rejuvenated and back in her own body. She scampered towards Jam, Papillon trying in vain to catch her! It was too late as she leaped onto the monkey’s head and grabbed the top of her hair. Like the classic Pixar movie Ratatouille, the spider pulled on strands of the monkey’s hair in order to control her movements. She made the busty monkey stand up and start wobbling awkwardly towards the door against her will.

With Jam’s body so messed up from all the DNA alteration and plastic surgery, she couldn’t fight back! She could only stiffly and slowly wobble as the spider continued to manipulate her like a puppet, “I told you not to mess with me!”

“Stop right there, you vile arachnid!”

The spider scoffed, “You’re calling me ‘vile’? Even if I was causing no harm, you’d still attempt to step on me like everyone else! It’s you people who look at a spider and always think it’s a threat that sickens me the most. If I’m going to be stereotyped that way, I may as well play the part!”

Papillon ignored the spider’s words and tried to stop her, but he didn’t want to risk knocking Jam over and causing injury! As such, Papillon was forced to watch a customer walk out of the store while under the control of a criminal. Papillon knew had had to do something though, so he ran to grab his phone and dialed the number of another forgotten character to help, none other than “Harvey Blackpaws”!

Meanwhile, the spider was forcing Jam to walk down the street and towards the Bad Guys’ lair. “You should’ve heeded my warning, you dumb simian! My crew and I are going to make you regret ever being born. And when all is said and done, that ‘daughter’ of yours will become scrap!” Exclaimed the spider, before bursting into a maniacal laugh. Little did she know that this Jam had let herself get caught, so she could be lead to their lair. She just hoped the second phase would go just as smoothly for her...