This choice: Peter goes with his only way out. • Go Back... Peter hesitated for a moment, considering the absurdity of his situation. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and he knew he had to seize this opportunity to escape Gwen's suffocating hold. With a deep breath and a surge of determination, he began to maneuver himself towards the inviting valley of Gwen's cleavage.
Taking calculated wiggles, Peter inched closer and closer, sliding out of Gwen’s crushing grip and into Gwen’s warm and soft bosom, feeling it envelop him. The sensation was all at once comforting, unnerving and strangely arousing. To keep his head on straight, Peter tried to look at this logically. In this sea of cleavage, he was safe from crushing hands or being buried under thousand pound butt-cheeks. (Though thankfully Gwen had gone to the bathroom before going to bed).
So, doing his best to ignore his rager, - and the urge to just latch onto Gwen’s massive tits and go to town - Peter began to climb out of his girlfriend’s boobs. It wasn’t a hard task with his ability to stick onto just about anything, but it was a surreal occasion given the terrain and his own nudity.
Before too long, Peter found himself emerging onto her chest, gasping for air. Taking a seat on a left boob bigger than most buses he’d been on, Peter looked up, seeing that Gwen was still peacefully asleep. Peter gave a sigh. Half out of annoyance at Gwen’s ability to sleep through just about anything (then again, with all the supervillain attacks, you had to be a deep sleeper in New York). And half out of fondness. For however dangerous Gwen was to him at this size, she was still quite adorable and beautiful.
He mentally slapped himself. Last time he’d been distracted by Gwen’s raw sexual magnetism, he’d been turned into a teddy bear.
So if trying to climb up to Gwen’s face, got him slapped off her body. And if pulling on her hair got him turned into a teddy bear, what was Peter Parker to do?
Maybe he should just give up and hump her fat breasts. Even if that didn’t wake her up, it would be fun.
Peter hadn’t noticed that he was drumming his fingers against Gwen’s boob as he pondered what to do. But Gwen’s subconscious did. And thankfully, the Spider-Sense picked up Gwen’s oncoming hand, Peter dodging just in time as the perfect nails came to scratch the spot Peter had been on.
Hmm. Maybe that was the ticket. And if it wasn’t, how could it be worse than the previous two experiences?
So Peter spent the next few minutes scratching, tapping, kicking and even hitting Gwen’s boob. Everything short of biting it.
And looking up at Gwen’s face, it seemed to be working, the slumbering blonde’s once serene expression becoming agitated.
“Come on Gwen.” Peter chanted. “Wake up.”
1) A sudden flick of Gwen’s hand sends Peter flying off the bed.
2) Gwen tilts over, flattening Peter under her heavy boobs.
3) Gwen suddenly wakes up. As she sits up, Peter falls into the now twisted mess of sheets, unseen by his girlfriend.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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