At first, Peter thought an earthquake (or Mole Man up to his old tricks) had struck New York but that soon turned to jubilation when Gwen brought a hand to her still closed eyes, rubbing some rheum off her eyes.
That was as happy as Peter got before he realized that he hadn't quite thought his plan through.
All of a sudden, much too fast for even Peter's natural stickiness, Gwen Stacy sat up, Peter fumbling back off her breasts and landing in the mess of sheets below.
"Ow." Peter said before he looked up. Oh. He was right by... Gwen's... crotch.
Peter hesitantly reached out a hand only to withdraw it when he heard Gwen groan and stretch.
"Peter?" Gwen asked aloud before she shrugged. "Probably a Spider thing."
Before Peter could even try and get his girlfriend's attention, a wave of bedsheets came toward him, burying him in darkness.
"GWEN!" Peter shouted. Though if the receding footsteps reaching his ear were any indication, Gwen had other places to be.
Ok. Peter had to get out of here. He had to see fully upright giant Gwen naked.
...Because he needed her help that was. Anything else was totally a bonus.
Who Peter was trying to convince, he wasn't sure.
Thankfully, five years of Spider-Manning and being held in a variety of inventive traps made it rather easy for Peter to escape from massive bedsheets.
It was only as Peter managed to get onto the mattress did he hear a toilet flush and a gargling before Gwen stomped out.
"Oh my." Peter said to himself as he took her in, feeling his rager pop up as Gwen was bathed in the light from the bathroom.
Oh she was beautiful. Flawless. And she only seemed to get bigger as she got closer.
The wires in Peter's horny brain reconnected.
He looked up as Gwen came to a halt. He tried not to compare Gwen's size to Galactus.
He generally thought he was failing in that regard.
And then, as if the universe was taunting him, Gwen turned around, displaying her massive derriere to her tiny boyfriend, the cheeks jiggling almost as if they recognized their elusive prey.
"Oh no. Oh no." Peter gasped. "GWEN!" He screamed.
1) Gwen doesn't hear Peter as she drops her butt down atop him, trapping him between her cheeks. It's 2am. She's going back to sleep.
2) Gwen sees Peter out of the corner of her eye. She can't pass up this opportunity and feigns ignorance, dropping herself atop him, though it quickly becomes clear to Peter that some fun is being had at his expense.
3) Gwen turns around, doubling over in laughter when she sees the source of the noise.
4) Gwen's butt is suddenly covered by a wall of pink. Belatedly, Peter realizes that it's her underwear. Gwen is getting dressed for the day and Peter's chance to get her attention is fast slipping away.
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