After leaving the Sanctum Sanctorum, Peter headed towards his... her home. She did so mostly due to the odd thought that maybe MJ could help her, or just the need to see her and tell her that despite her new body and all the confusingly pleasant things she was feeling, she was still the same inside. Reaching a rooftop that allowed her a free view of the windows of her and MJ's apartment, she saw that MJ had a guest, one of Peter's... let’s call her... very close female friend. It was nobody else but Black Cat.
Watching the duo, her thoughts and feelings were constantly switching between anxiety of approaching them the way she was now, and the desire... the undeniable, sensual--make that sexual--desire to do just that, to spread the joy of what she had become and was still turning into.
To help herself to focus, Petra closed her eyes and focused on her breath and what she had seen along her way back home. Doing so, she remembered something she had noticed at the edge of her senses, and this memory caused her to leave the rooftop to seek him. Yet not before leaving a message for MJ.
Or at least, that was what Peter had in mind... but not what his new body and mind made out of that thought.
Instead of a web with a webbed message for his girl, Petra simply fired a volley of webbing towards the unaware duo of females in their apartment. This volley consisted of one huge and some smaller balls of webbing. Not his usual white one, but rather pink and emitting an intense scent and mist-like fog, not unlike Doctor Strange.
The moment the huge ball was about to impact and crash through the window, Black Cat opened it, looking back to MJ. The next moment, the two of them were hit by the volley. MJ was hit by the big ball and trapped in what looked like a spiderweb covering most of the couch she was sitting on. Black Cat got hit by the smaller ones that webbed her arms, legs, and waist, pinning her onto the wall and window frame. After recovering from their shared surprise, the two struggled against the equally familiar but also greatly odd kind of webbing, trying their best to get out of the web. Yet struggling against the net that had partly wrapped around their body turned out to be futile and only causing the web to spread and to trap them even more. In addition, the web emitted a scent that spread across the room like a fog, affecting their bodies and minds.
Soon their struggles for freedom turned into struggles caused by the urge to satisfy the burning needs building up inside their bodies and minds, the need to touch, to fondle, to caress their own rapidly developing curves and those of the other female so close and yet so far out of reach.
Tags: transformation, bimbo, bondage, clothes ripping, breast expansion, mental transformation, pleasure, superheroes
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Story by Apokol |
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Artwork by Hmage |
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