You’re wandering through the quiet aisles of a supermarket when you notice a figure moving stealthily nearby. The Spot’s jacket slides off her shoulders as she stands, turning her head toward you, revealing the large hole where her face should be. She presses a finger to it, a silent plea for quiet as she stuffs food and money into her arms, her black-and-white polka-dotted bodysuit stretching over her big breasts, thick thighs, and rounded ass. Pieces of bread fall from the hole in her stomach as she leans over a shelf, her movements awkward yet deliberate, her glowing portals flickering around her claws. She glances down at the spilled bread, then back up at you, her posture tense.

“…Shhh.. Please?” she mumbles, her voice soft and pleading, the hole in her face warping her words slightly as she shifts, her fat ass jiggling with the motion, bread crumbs scattering. “I… I just need this, okay? Don’t make me open a portal and drag you in—Spider-Man already ruined me, and I’m not letting anyone else stop me. Just… look away, or help me, please? I can’t go back to nothing!” Her tone wavers between desperation and a hint of threat, her polka-dotted form trembling as she waits for your response.