Chapter 1: With Great Power Comes Great Fucking

Peter had just saved Dr. Connors. Had ventured what felt like an entire continent just to get back to him. He had dealt with Kraven’s hunters causing all kinds of trouble, but he was resolute on finally getting the man back to his human state. Even if that meant falling down a skyscraper past the streets and into the New York City sewers.

Even if that meant going toe to toe with the mutated doctor too. If things had been different, Peter might not have won the fight. But whatever he thought of the black substance, the bio-weapon the same doctor had designed that had conformed around his body, adapting itself to his suit’s design, and frequently acting outside of his control, he knew it brought him strength too. He had pinned Lizard down with strength he never would have had on his own and finally after so many failed attempts, injected him with the antidote.

But with the antidote finally applied, Peter now had another problem. Namely that he was deep in the sewer water with Dr. Connors. They were both flung into the deep and Peter himself hit one of the pipes on impact. He barely registered the pain.

Dr. Connors was deeper in the water than he was. The antidote had worked. But no longer in the Lizard form, he was unconscious and in mortal danger of drowning. Already in a state of tension, Peter swam fast to rescue him. He didn’t register any physical weakness or what would have normally been weakness in his lungs. Instead he was resolute on saving him at all costs.

By some miracle, Peter had rescued Dr. Connors. When he had reawoken, his savior was already hanging upside down, not an unfamiliar position for him, not with his spider powers. But he was becoming so used to the suit he had gotten from Harry that he didn’t even think it odd using a tentacle to help him up.

“Where did you get that?”

“Harry Osborn, he said you designed it.”

Dr. Connors was silent for several moments, but Peter felt the tension in the air. Then he said, “Come with me.”

He was led back to the Oscorp lab. Peter was familiar with the area, having worked here before. But the area was darker than usual. Even with the current direction his life had led toward, from being bitten by a radioactive spider to fighting monstrosities on the regular, he felt like he was in a classic mad scientist movie.

All the more when he saw what was on exhibit. What looked like molten rock was handed out from a robotic arm. The lengths that were went to seal it up, he knew it wasn’t anything harmless. He knew he should have felt the instinct to run away.

He didn’t. Nor did Dr. Connors apparently, touching the thing with his bare hand. After having been mutated into a reptilian monster, Peter couldn’t help a stray thought on how he should have known better.

Not that he would have long to reflect on that line of thought. As soon as Dr. Connors handed the rock to him, the substance on Peter reacted more violently than ever. Tentacles were bursting out of him so much that it felt like they were going to tear him apart from the inside.

And then one of them had snatched the rock. He flung his head back as if he had been struck hard enough to knock him unconscious. His vision went black.

When he opened his eyes, he was on the ground. He was alone in a forest in the dead of night, surrounded by flaming wreckage. He didn’t know what all those thoughts before were. Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Mary Jane Watson, Miles Morales and Kraven. Strange people, it had dreamt it was one of them. A weird dream it didn’t know the meaning to. Then it heard voices.

Then it saw they were people. They were very much like the ones in it’s dream. Heard voices too. The most surprising thing was that it could understand them.

A familiar voice said, “It’s over here!” It sounded exactly the one in it’s dream, the father. It’s father. Norman Osborn.

“Whoa! Whoa! Back off! Going in for a closer look!” That was the voice of Dr. Connors. Hated him. He had hurt it, tried to control it. False friend. But maybe this time would be different.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Dr. Connors getting closer. Knelt down closer to it. “Fascinating.” It went up closer to him. It craved his flesh, his warmth. Ever so slowly it extended a tendril towards him like they were friends. He gave out his hand in return.

Too late. Even before he spoke, it sensed it’s mistake. Dr. Connors was shaking, screaming. “Shoot it off! Shoot it off!”

It understood what those words meant. But it would not let go. Could not let go. It needed warmth.

“Do it!” said Norman Osborn. The father. The others came close. Aimed their weapons. Fired.

It suddenly woke up. It was not a dream. It was a memory. A memory of betrayal. Of a fake friend. A fake friend who rejected it again. And now it had a true friend.

Was that real? Peter asked himself. He looked at Connors again. That vision, whatever it was, would explain the missing arm. The doctor was now holding the meteorite, Peter knew that’s it was now even without being told so, he barely got it back from the creature that had been encroaching upon him.

“What is that thing?” Peter said.

“It’s a fragment of a meteorite that landed outside the city years ago...” Connors paused and looked at Peter. “It’s where we found that,” he said, pointing to Peter’s suit.

Peter looked down at it. Even without a mirror to see his reflection, he could feel that the thing had metastasized somehow. It didn’t feel like a suit anymore. It felt and looked alive. Could feel it sweating together, breathing with him.

“I’m wearing an ALIEN?” Peter said, incredulous.

“We call it a symbiote. It bonds at the sub-cellular level with it’s host. In this case ... Harry Osborn.” He looked at Peter again. Remembered what he told him earlier. “He gave it to you?”

“Not exactly...” Peter said. “I was hurt ... and it...”

“And it chose you.” There was a long silence between them.

Connors looked at him again. Whatever gratitude he had for being saved was quickly fading. He could see how much the thing had changed on Peter since it had tried to seize the meteorite. It wasn’t just a part of the Spider Suit anymore, it was awakening. Looking into those eyes, he couldn’t be sure who he was looking at anymore.

He had to act now. “Which means it’s more dangerous than I could’ve imagined. We need to call Oscorp. We need to destroy it.” He moved to his phone.

Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Destroy ... us?” he said. He didn’t even mean to say that but he went ahead and did it. He heard what he said too, knew it sounded wrong, and yet he would not take it back. It sounded so right.

When Connors looked back at him, he activated one of the tentacles on his own and snatched the phone from him before he could do anything. The sound of it smashing against the wall was loud in that dead silence. Both of them were staring at each other. “You said it chose me, doc ... it makes me a better Spider-Man.”

To Connors’ ears, that sentence sounded like an excuse. Like someone trying to justify their habit. Peter moved at him. The doctor cowered and fell on his back. But when he looked back up, he saw Peter was gone.

Outside, Peter was walking out of the sewers. He knew he shouldn’t have exploded at Connors like that. Knew that what he was saying was true. But he could not deny the feeling of power he had with this either.

Looking down at himself, he felt the symbiote crawling on his body as if he was naked. Whatever merit he saw in Connors’ words, whatever background thoughts that he knew that he should have been horrified that he was wearing an alien, he realized it wasn’t hurting him. He would not let himself be parted from it. And he would hurt anyone that tried to take it from him.

It wasn’t long before he was out of the sewers. That simmering rage at trying to be denied from the symbiote had not left him since. Along with that feeling came another burning feeling. It had been too long since he had known his lover’s touch. He was getting hard and needed satisfaction. He jumped up and latched onto a building, moving fast.

He was slinging past the various buildings of New York City. It wasn’t quite like traversing the numerous skyscrapers. But with this thing on him, he felt stronger than ever. He would not let it go.

Peter got back home, unaware he was being tracked. He loved the feeling of being home. He wasn’t in any danger of losing his life. Nor did he have to trouble himself with any nagging thoughts of identity or anything like that. Most people in similar shoes would not feel the same way. Indeed, the thrill of saving the world was a rush that he himself had become addicted to more than a few times and in any other circumstance, home life would be more than a little boring. However he did have something here that made a hero’s life seem boring by comparison.

That something was none other than Mary Jane Watson. The gorgeous redhead was already waiting at their home. This late at night, he knew she would be waiting for him. After what he had just been through, he needed a hero’s reward.

Although after getting back, he wasn’t really thinking about too the usual. He just needed to see her face. High up in the air, he dropped in through the window of where Aunt May’s room had been in the house and sat on the bed. He took the mask of his suit off and sat on the mattress. So much had happened today, even by the usual standards of his adventures.

He heard footsteps in the distance. He knew who it was. He smiled when he saw MJ coming to him. After the day’s events, she was exactly what he needed.

She was wearing a plain clothes outfit, nothing racy. In this weather, you’d have to be crazy to wear something too revealing. Still, a woman like her didn’t need to wear anything revealing to look fine.

And look fine she did. It would be a lie to say that Peter had ignored her looks at all, anyone could see that she was beautiful, and it was enough to make so many men covet her and inspire that many more women to resent her. But she wasn’t just a pretty face either, he had learned long ago that she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. And he had need of her right now.

She felt the same way about him. Even before he actually got back, she felt his presence near. It was a sixth sense she had acquired as she adjusted to having him away for so long that often. It was a bit of a trifle having a superhero for a boyfriend, worrying about whether or not he would be coming back. Still, she loved having a man who was not only such a good person but also loved her to the ends of the earth. And when he came home, it always made her heart light up.

Though feeling he was getting back was nothing compared to seeing him. The sight of him slinging webs and traversing the skyscrapers made her heart flutter. She couldn’t be more proud of her boyfriend.

And she was feeling something more than just a warmth in her heart. She wanted to reunite with him in a certain other way too. She saw him sitting on his bed. She had been itching to reunite with him for so many reasons but there was another reason too. Namely, her nearby laptop. She had been needing to write a scoop for The Daily Bugle and the only thing she could come up with was a piece critical of Spider-Man. She didn’t need him seeing it.

Fortunately for her, he held much the same disposition as she did right then. He moved up to her with a sudden energy in his person. Smiling, she held her arms out lovingly to welcome him. She wasted no time in embracing him, in holding him, in their lips meeting again. She felt the strangeness of the black suit on her hands, could sense it’s change, it was far more visceral and so moist as if it were alive. But she disregarded that concern, thinking it was just from the rain.

As they continued kissing, whatever worries she had fell to the wayside. He was home and he was holding her. That was all that mattered.

In the back of her mind, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. But she ignored it. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she was very ready to reciprocate. With the two of them becoming more locked up, she felt the lump in his pants on her body.

The idea that something here was wrong was still in the back of her mind. But she pushed it aside. His desire for her, her wanting him in return, it all felt so right. And she would not let this opportunity go to waste.

She started rubbing his crotch. He hissed at her touch, he had been wanting it so bad. Already hard, he was getting even stiffer from her soft hands feeling him up. Just like she enjoying having him home in his absence, her angelic visage inspired him to rush back to her arms after a long day’s work. And he wanted her so bad.

He grunted feeling her hand on his junk. She wasn’t just feeling him up with her palms, she had actively grasped the shaft in his pants and started stroking it like she was beating off his naked member. She had pleased him before in the bedroom but she was displaying a horny inventiveness that went beyond their usual romps.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached up behind her and grabbing her ass, scooped her up into the air. She no longer feared him either, feeling all over the strange suit he was wearing. The troublesome thoughts of how strange it felt surged to the forefront of her mind again, she had touched him when he was wearing the suit before and it never felt anything like this. But as time went on, her mind quickly adjusted and she longed to feel the slimy substance right up on her naked skin.

He pushed her up against the wall. The two lovers were flicking their tongues together in a nasty kiss and he humped her as she clung to him, now having fully wrapped her legs around his back and slobbering with him. His greedy hands were clutching her rump, he wanted to get her naked so badly.

But it was more than just physical lust. Something in him was tempted to take her beyond his normal limits. To feel her skin on his suit. He didn’t want to get naked, he couldn’t explain it and yet something in the back of his mind was telling him that her skin on the suit would feel better than anything they had done before.

She sighed as they made out with each other. He was still dry humping her, moving viciously onto her, and it got so bad that the sound of her back moving against the wall was making quite the racket. She showed no sign of discomfort and only moved back against him.

With him holding her against the wall, she took the initiative and began undressing. Off came her jacket and she threw it somewhere. His hands clad in the symbiote moved up her skin and felt her skin. She shuddered in a way that wasn’t quite pleasure, but it wasn’t disgust either. It was like she could feel each pore of her skin wriggling in response to his grasp.

The instant he touched her back, it sent a shiver up her spine. She pulled her face back and looked into his eyes. It was still the same Peter she knew and had fell in love with. But there was something in his eyes, she couldn’t discern.

MJ didn’t have much time to think on it. Not when he kissed her neck. No longer hesitating, she reached under the hem of her shirt and got it off her body. It was a little harder than she expected and her current position didn’t afford her too much room. She was focused on getting it off, on Peter touching all over her, that she didn’t even notice one of the tentacles extend itself and move it up further off her body. In any other normal state of mind, she would have noticed that it wasn’t possible for her boyfriend to have three hands. But she had already grown used to the weird feeling of his hands in the suit and all she could think about was how good it felt on her skin.

MJ finally got her shirt off. She flung it somewhere and moaned as Peter started kissing all over her chest. She was still wearing her bra. But it did little to provide her any modesty. These days as a reporter and sometimes even fighting off the villains her boyfriend had to deal with, she tried to downplay her sex appeal when she had to. Still, when she was getting fully undressed like this, there was no way to simply hide up her assets as much as she wanted to. Her large breasts were heaving with every flustered breath she took. As a reporter she always dressed modestly but those lucky enough to be her lovers knew the truth.

As he held her, he kissed all over her collarbone. MJ was already turned on to start with, but with her becoming more and more exposed to him, the way he was slurping on her skin, it was simply teasing her. Her tits weren’t naked just yet, but their sheer volume was still flowing out of her bra. Not willing to let that go to waste, he started sucking all over them.

Her nipples were getting hard under her bra. She longed to feel his mouth directly, she was craving it, but with him pressing her up on the wall, she couldn’t quite get herself free of her bra. All she could do was cling to him while he ate up her chest.

She tried to speak. But when she tried to, the only sound she could make her moans of pleasure. Even as her she began regaining her voice and articulated something resembling words, it sounded ridiculous to both of their ears. It was enough to make him forget about the earlier incident at Dr. Connors, was enough to make him forget about Kraven and the hunters too.

Fortunately, Kraven and his band of merry men were not hanging around Peter’s apartment this time. And if they were, they might just well up and abandon their dark line of work for voyeurism. From one criminal occupation to another.

He was getting so hard in his pants. He crudely pulled down her bra with his teeth and only barely got one of her nipples out. The sight of it suddenly incited something in him and he solely took it into his mouth. It elicited such a reaction from MJ that she threw her head back against the wall and let out the loudest wail ever.

She wanted it now. Still holding onto him and unable to articulate herself, she jerked her body in a movement away from the wall just so he would get the hint and he followed, pressing her away. She didn’t know what was going to happen next but he was eager for it.

He was walking as he continued sucking on that nipple. He wasn’t paying too much attention on where he was going, and he didn’t have much to go on beyond MJ’s pleasured wails but he didn’t care too much. He was horny and he was in love, and everything he wanted was right here.

While he was still walking with her, neither of them paying much attention to anything beside the other, suddenly Peter tripped as he walked into something. With the throes of their passion interrupted, it was a bit of a messy moment. He collapsed onto a bed, with Mary Jane right on top of him.

The chaos of the moment made them look around. They were in Aunt May’s room. And they were on top of her bed.

They both thought about her. She had passed sometime ago, and even in the heat of the current moment, the symbiote having attached itself to him, they both reflected. Then they both looked at each other again.

Whatever awkwardness that was there was replaced by that all too rare wild love for each other accompanied by sheer desire. The moment was so hot that neither of them would remember who made the first move at each other. But what was clear was that with MJ’s tits barely covered up by her bra, the taste of her nipple fresh in his mouth, he wanted more. His eyes went right to her breasts and she made no attempt to stop him.

MJ was already reaching behind her to get it off. But Peter had another idea in mind. He roughly yanked down the front of it, finally exposing her naked breasts right to his eyes. He pulled her close by the small of her back and started sucking all over them. It was such a vigorous moment that she fell forward onto the mattress, only stopping herself from collapsing by catching herself at the last minute.

Though she felt no less secure. Peter was sucking on her breasts with such energy that her whole body was jittery. He was no stranger to having fun with her tits, but something in him was pushing his hunger for her well beyond his normal appetite. In the back of his mind he thought about the incident at the lab, about how harshly he reacted to Dr. Connors. That the thing might have been controlling him even now. Yet he pushed that concern to the wayside. Anything that felt like this couldn’t possibly be wrong.

MJ’s arms were shaking from his chowing down on her hooters and it felt like they were going to give out at any minute. But with the way he was holding onto her, it’s not like she was in any danger of falling. He was firmly holding onto her backside, touching all over her lovely midriff and naturally her lovely derriere too. In those ghetto pants, her bubble butt felt better than ever. He could feel her wriggling in his grasp.

She wasn’t in any danger of falling anytime soon, not with how strongly he was clutching her. But just as he was enjoying sucking her tits, he decided he’d tease her a bit. He ran his fingers all over her naked back. She was already erratic from how badly her hooters were getting sucked, but the way he was tapping her was sending shivers up her spine and making light whimpers.

The sweetness was becoming unbearable. She knew what he was doing and she clutched onto the back of his head in an ill thought attempt to get his attention. Naturally the only meaning he took behind that gesture was to go even crazier on her honkers.

Peter had been eating all over her tits before. But now he had a mind to spice things up and focused solely on sucking her nipples. They had been rock hard ever since the two of them had started their little makeout session and as soon as he had gone at her breasts, the only coherent thought he could think in his perverted mind was that they might even be harder than his dick. That perverted mindset didn’t keep him from sucking on them.

Snickering to himself, he lightly bit down on them. He was surprised by how tough they were on his teeth and began grazing his chompers on them, moving his head back and forth. As expected, her body was becoming erratic in his grasp.

Nor did her moans leave much to the imagination. Her wails of lust were getting louder and louder, and the windows in Aunt May’s room were open too. If any of Kraven’s hunters were nearby, they would have heard her moaning like a pornstar.

MJ couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed onto his penis within the suit and began stroking it. All of this action with her had only deepened his connection to the symbiote, and now as she touched him, he felt her hands on his penis as if he were naked. Peter accidentally bit hard into her nipple from her wonderful touch, it was painful for her but it felt so good too. That only motivated her to beat him off harder.

He threw his head back and moaned. Taking that opportunity, she pushed his torso down onto the mattress and wrested herself free of his grasp. She got down fully on her knees, her face right at his boner.

She could only stare transfixed at it. She hadn’t known it before meeting him, but Peter’s dick had grown several inches ever since that radioactive spider bit him, and she always thought he was just naturally well hung. That alone didn’t cause her to give much thought to much bigger he had seemed while she was beating him off. Now that she was getting a closer look at it, she couldn’t believe he had gotten that much bigger.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the symbiote had benefits beyond enhanced strength. Just like the radioactive spider bite had changed him, so had the alien’s power begun affecting his physiology. But as far as this story is concerned and indeed for the couple at hand, the only thing that mattered was how much bigger Peter’s dick had become.

She couldn’t be sure if it was the symbiote affecting him, she was just as aware as he was of the changes that were occurring in him as he was. Mesmerized as she was by his phallus, she still had the rational thought to wonder to herself if this increased length, this new thickness, was a sign of the symbiote’s power. Taken aback by his new size now in front of her very own eyes, she stroked him very slowly, just wanting to admire his impressive manhood.

But the heat of his member, his masculine smell so close, in tandem with his size in her hand it was driving her crazy. He couldn’t handle it much more either. Even the symbiote in that state of bonding sensed it’s host’s wants and the crotch of the pants slid open. MJ only watched as his big dick flung right out. It almost hit her right in the face and yet she was so captivated by it that she didn’t even flinch.

Seeing it in the flesh, she could tell that it had gotten bigger. She closed her eyes and took in it’s ripe aroma while gently stroking it with her dainty hands. She was already turned on but a deep wetness was filling her pussy just being in the presence of this big naked thing.

Then she took it into her mouth. She moved it as deep as she could possibly go. MJ was no stranger to sucking Peter’s dick at this point, but with how much bigger it was now, she almost gagged at first. Clearly she had underestimated him.

Yet she wasn’t going to take it slow either. Holding the rest of the shaft, she bobbed her head back and forth at a steady pace to not only please him but also to get used to the giant prick in her mouth. It wasn’t entirely comfortable at first, it was so wide and long that she was still holding the base of his penis even as she was going down on him.

But she would never pass up the opportunity to have a dick this big. She closed her eyes and moaned as she went down on him, enjoying his member plumping up in the wet and warm embrace of her mouth. Getting used to it now, she started stroking him with her hands.

Peter was lying back on the bed and sighing. He was digging his fingers into the mattress from how good he was getting it. MJ was just doing her standard blowjob at first, but as she got used to the improved size of his penis, she began teasing him a little bit with her tongue. She was moving it very slowly on the engorged cock head in her mouth while she sped up the way she was stroking the base of his shaft. He felt so damn good.

And she knew it too. She could feel his prick tensing up in her mouth, tasted the first drops of his precum. She sped up the rate of her blowjob and solely licked the opening of his penis too. While getting more inventive with her fellatio, she also traced her fingers on the shaft now. It was the same technique he had done on her back while he was gorging on her breasts and now she was getting back at him. She wanted to drive him crazy.

And she was succeeding at that. His whole body was writhing in ecstasy now, and he was pumping his dick deep into her mouth. MJ was a little put off from him getting so aggressive but she didn’t care, she liked it rough, and she loved how crazy her man was for her. Eventually she stopped trying to suck him off and just let him rape her mouth as he pleased.

There was something else stirring within him too. He only begun to register it, but he could feel the symbiote writhing on his skin with every second he fucked MJ’s mouth. Far from put off by it at this point, it only sped up the erotic sensations he was feeling. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, it was like he was a little boy with his first time all over again.

The energy was building up in the opening of his dick. He knew he was going to lose it. But when he did cum, things changed. Not only was it one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he actually shot out so much cum that she actually gagged on the flood of jizz that filled up her mouth. With how big his wang was, she had to take it out of her mouth just to breathe, and there was already cum oozing out her mouth. Peter wasn’t finished cumming yet either, and shot another load, staining her beautiful face and her fiery red hair. It was such an intense nut that his dick was squirming all over the place, blasting several more shots of semen all over her naked breasts and her collarbone.

When he was finished, he lay back and laughed. He was perfectly at ease, taking nothing into account save all the spooge he just released. If there ever was a time he felt like he had nothing to worry about ever again, now was it.

But his dick was far from finished. He was still rock hard and as good as that blowjob had felt, he was aching for more. He looked down at it, cum was streaming out from the opening and down the shaft. Past it, he could see MJ, patiently wiping his jizz off her face and eating it slowly, savoring it’s taste. He enjoyed seeing her love the taste of his cum.

Then she grabbed onto it again and began licking his shaft of all the remaining spooge that it was still releasing. He gasped feeling her warm tongue slurp all over his manhood after just having climaxed, and she wasn’t letting up, worshipping it with her mouth. She wasn’t going to let him off anytime soon.

While MJ was cleaning off his dick, she massaged his balls in between her fingers. Just like his dick, his nads had only begun swelling up after that strong nut. Still in the midst of an orgasmic haze, her gently treating his genitals after that crazy nut was heavenly. He felt like he was being pampered by a loving mother.