Deny, Delude, Dismiss

Peter woke up with a happy murmur, slowly stretching as he stirred. Usually he only kept snippets of his dreams but right now he remembered everything from the night before. Every minute of the dream was seared into his brain and it was making him feel all tingly and warm and horny as hell. Swinging his legs off the bed he moved towards the bathroom, one hand reaching down to lightly play with his thick cock while the other tweaked his nipples, feeling milk leak from the teat and make his play all the easier-

He suddenly stopped as he realized just WHAT he was doing.

Slowly turning he looked at himself in the mirror and stared in shock. It was him but not him. Stronger. Larger. But also sporting feminine curses and a busty rack and his eyes right down to below his balls were he could see a hungry wet vagina with puffy lips.

Peter looked at his altered self and for a moment Venom worried that Peter was going to freak out.

And then... the hero merely chuckled and shook his head.

"Cool... lucid dreaming," he said, running his hands along his hips, streaking some milk along his creamy white flesh.

Venom mentally shrugged as Peter began to pose in front of the mirror. Let his bonded think this was still a dream... maybe it would make things easier when he finally realized this was his life now!

"Hmmm... be a shame to waste this dream just staying here... I should go out." Peter slipped on his webshooters... and nothing else, much to Venom's surprise. A quick look into Peter's brain showed he'd dreamed many times of webslinging completely naked. Thus Venom merely went along with it as the man turned futa opened the window and launched him... her... hirself out into the early morning air, gasping in delight at the feeling of the cool wind racing along her nude flesh.

Meanwhile, in her apartment, Felicia was going through a different state of things.

"Did I get hit by a ray beam?" she thought as she looked at her body. She liked the muscles, even if they made her look a bit more manish than before. She liked the height. It was the cock she wasn't sure about... even if she was reaching down at that moment and jerking her... him... hirself off. "Magic curse?" In her line of work such changes weren't uncommon. Honestly she was surprised that more heroes and villains hadn't swapped genders or become futas. Maybe they had. Maybe they just hid it. Who knew with Stark in that armor. Or the Hulk and She Hulk might be the same person. Or Peter-

Felicia let out a groan as she fired rope after rope of jizz into her hands.

Peter... god. She could just picture Peter as a futa. It would be like that sexy dream she'd had the night before. The two of them the perfect mix of male and female, ruling as they should, swinging by her window naked-

Felicia stopped, blinked, and realized that yes, that thought had occurred to her... because there was Peter swinging towards her, completely naked, with tits the size of Felicia's and a monster cock.

He/she landed in her window and smiled. "Hey."