(Wet) Dream Come True

"Oh my god, what'd I do? Gwen, you idiot. You stupid, shameless, horny idiot!"

Gwen felt like she was spiraling, and as is usually the case with a breakdown, being on social media was NOT helping! And yet, she couldn't stop scrolling. She was trending. Every page, every message, every news site.

Not Spider-Woman. HER.

Pictures of her were plastered everywhere. Some were censored-- Most weren't. Standing there, completely naked, with that stupid smile on her face, as she revealed her identity to the whole world!

She messed up. Big time. This was a BAD thing! And yet, here she was, on a rooftop. Pumping two fingers in and out of her drenched pussy as the dread mixed with excitement. God, she was overwhelmed! The fear, the shame, the pleasure-- The wet sounds she was making as she finger blasted herself--

Gwen came. Hard. Hips bucking, squirting Spider-Juices over the edge of this random building! She slumped on the ground, shaking, and staring up at the strange yet familiar sky overhead...

This-- Might be a good time for an explanation.

It started normally. Painfully normally.

This universe had lost its Spider-Man! Very recently. Tragic, but somewhat common. Gwen was dispatched to fill in before things got too crazy. This universe wasn't too different from her own! Minor details, like personal lives, buildings, maybe a famous hero swapped gender or ethnicity. The usual!

Gwen would come up with a new secret identity, attend college, and fill in as the local spider for the foreseeable future. That's how it should've been. That's how it always was! So, what happened, to lead to such a huge deviation?

Gwen got horny. And saw the perfect opportunity.

Gwen liked being naked. She was usually naked around the house! She daydreamed about being a full nudist, but she never could. Not in her universe. But here? In, what was essentially a clean slate? What was stopping her?

But once she had that thought, she couldn't stop there. She had to take it to the extreme: NO secrets. Nothing private.

Gwen would use her actual name. No secret identities. She didn't bring her suit, mask-- She didn't have anything to wear in this universe! Not so much as a single pair of Spider-Panties.

If someone to ask her something, no matter how personal, she'd answer truthfully. If someone wanted a picture, or to stare, or for her to pose-- Sure! If someone wanted to touch her... Well... She was still on the fence about that one.

But that was her life in this universe. Fully open. Nothing to hide. And tonight had been her big debut. Gwen sat her bare ass on the edge of the building, taking a moment to think with her libido momentarily in check.

Think about what she was doing. What this meant. What consequences it could have. And the one thought she came to, with her mind now clearer than it had been all day, was...

"... God, it's cold out here."