After the shock passed, Jeff found he quite enjoyed riding the same unpredictable breezes that had blown him right out the window of his room. His butterfly wings worked efficiently if he just kept his human thoughts in check and let instinct have its way.
"Might as well spend some time exploring," Jeff thought to himself.
The world loomed so large, though. Even the terrain of his own backyard had been terraformed into some gigantic and alien world. He flew toward the garden where red, gold, blue and pink blooms beckoned to his butterfly responses that made the transformed teen unfurl his long proboscis and practically drool. He flew from different flowers, from petunias to roses, sampling nectar from all the different varieties using his long, freaky tongue.
The sugar rush made him giddy and incautious, but everything crashed to a halt when he flew into an unseen barrier. He made impact with a soft, squishy brake to his flight, not a sudden, painful splat. "What the hell?" Jeff struggled and saw thin, sticky strings adhering to different points on his body and wings.
He finally recognized his dilemma an instant before the spinner of the web made her appearance. The spider, even larger than Jeff's butterfly form, dropped down on a single swaying cable of silk and reached for him with spiky forelimbs. He would have shrieked if butterflies could scream at the horrible sight of the bloated black and yellow body, the eight spiny legs, and the horrible dripping fangs beneath the head with its multiple eyes that kept their prey within sight at all times.
"Help!" Jeff screamed. "Oh god! Help me!"
Suddenly, he began to spin. The spider produced silk that uncomfortably began to force his wings to close as she bound them uncomfortably as she rotated him like a rotisserie chicken on its spit as she enveloped him in a cocoon of silk.
A breeze helped Jeff struggle. He felt the web strain... if he could only break free!