Meeting the Spiders

Upon entering the building, I wasn't sure exactly what I expected to see. Maybe hostages, a couple of crooks, and perhaps even one of those superhero fightouts I've always seen on the news. With me now being able to get a front-row seat, even if the smart thing to do would be to stay as far away from these situations as I could manage, staying under the radar. But instead of an epic brawl, I was met with an absolute mess: broken glass, destroyed tables, and a lot of dust. It smelled like ash and smoke; the dust was so thick I couldn't see much of anything, though there clearly was some movement through the fog. Silhouettes were going at each other, many of which floating around, others shooting what appeared to be beams of... something, their target too athletic and flexible to get caught.

I found myself coughing through the heavy cloud of dust and smoke, taking a few steps back as the swishing and shuffling from ahead began to feel a bit too close for comfort. And that level of comfort was brought to an all-time low when I felt my foot brush against something hard and metallic. Turning and covering my brow with a hand, I managed to see...

"Whoa," I muttered, stepping further away much quicker after what I just saw. There were bodies scattered about everywhere, some knocked out cold, others wrapped in webbing; it wasn't a pretty sight. "Holy shit, holy shit... holy shit." I found myself whispering, shaking my head, and continuing on back towards where I had entered from. I expected some quips, maybe a couple of villainess one-liners, and some flashy colors, the type of action I'd see on the news. But now it was made pretty clear. Everything looks better from the comfort of home. Actually, being here and realizing I could end up like these guys who were, at best, just ****... reminded me of why I'm supposed to stay off the radar.

The fuck is wrong with me?

CRUNCH

I froze.

The next thing I knew, my foot stepped onto a hard object, perhaps a piece of a metal frame buried in the rubble and dust. It looked like an arm, but.. there were wires sticking out the side, a faintly glowing green electrical current sparking between.

Robots? Huh, so they weren't real people. That's a relief. Okay, maybe this isn't as terrible as I thought.

I must be making my own karma because, just a second later, a green laser-like bolt zoomed right past my face, searing a few strands of hair as it went by. The whiplash left me stunned with a complete lack of words to be said; my cheek was oddly warm, as it should be, seeing that I was just a few feet away from having my entire face blasted off. Yeah. Suddenly, everything felt all too real. And my survival instincts were boiling over any previously idiotic curiosity.

Time to get out of here. Curiosity killed the cat, and if I don't get out of here...

SSSBAMFFFF

I'm gonna be the fucking cat!

The entrance was covered in webs and debris, so it didn't appear like I could go back the way I had come. I attempted to reach one of the windows, but every time I took a step, I had to avoid a flying rock or an approaching blast. And, of course, eventually, I discovered that the windows were completely unreachable due to a thick wall of rubble and dense clouds. "Damnit," I cursed, ducking for cover behind a large chunk of broken wall, "This is insane!" This didn't make sense, insane!" All the webs gave me the impression that I would be witnessing Spider-Man in action!- But I'm noticing a distinct lack of jokes; also, shouldn't I be protected if it were Spider-Man? Unless... fuck, unless he thinks I'm normal. Then I'm nothing more than a fly on the wall or a roach wandering into the kitchen at a bad time. So either my power DOES work on the supers (which would be something I couldn't even imagine, like strong enough to even make the super-powered elite not be above me), and I am in **** danger because I'm effectively free collateral damage. Or my power doesn't work, which... honestly, might be worse.

And here I am, hiding behind rubble when I could've just done literally anything else other than heading out this way. What idiot, uncertain of the extent of their power and wanting to remain under the radar, heads to the point of danger, sounds of battle, lasers, explosions, and... laughter?

"Yes! Run, jump! Dance, you rodent! Mawhahahaha!"

Who the hell is laughing right now?! I'm going to get fucking killed if I don't figure something out!

"Rodent? Wha-Oommfff~"

The wall I was hiding behind, which I think used to be part of the ceiling, caved in with a resounding CCRAASHHHHH as someone crashed directly on top of me, their weight knocking me right to the floor and sending my vision into a spiral.

"Owwmmm~" I groaned. My head was throbbing, my ears were ringing, and I was being crushed. All in all, it wasn't a pleasant experience. It felt like I was being sat on, with a heavy, warm weight pressing down onto my face. My instinct was to rub at my temple, but instead of making contact with my head, I felt my fingers tap against something soft, still warm, and (with a few curious pokes) squishy. "Mmmmff~?" I found myself unable to speak, my words muffled. That's when my frazzled head kicked into action, and it occurred to me. Someone was sitting on my face. I gripped two solid handfuls of the pillows that were making it hard to breathe.

Yep, these are asscheeks, I'd know, as I've gotten very accustomed to holding these ever since getting my powers. And fuck. This was the most amazing ass I'd ever felt. The skin was warm, the muscles flexing as my fingers sunk into the supple flesh, and the way it bounced as I squeezed and massaged the globes, my nose buried in a thick and soft asscrack. And if my nose was in her crack, that meant my mouth would be... the right spot for a lick. So, of course, that's what I did. My tongue slid across the smooth material; it wasn't skin, more so a skintight suit, tight enough that my tongue felt the sensation of two folds beneath the fabric. The distinct lips of one's pussy, with a noticeable dampness, from either my saliva or the natural secretion of her arousal. Either way, the taste was amazing, and the sensation of her juices dripping down my lips and tongue was exhilarating. I just let whatever it was that was occurring here happen, and I closed my eyes shut, breathing in the deep scent of the musky tang coming from the girl's cheeks; it was teasingly faint yet carried the distinct flavor of sweat, musk, and sex.

Luckily, this was a woman. Otherwise, I'd have had a completely different reaction here...

"Nngh~" The weight shifted, the butt lifting off my face taking away the warmth and musk of the woman's wonderful ass and pussy. The person (now revealed to be female, with a hundred percent certainty seeing the natural shape of her body) turned and looked down at me. She was costumed in a tight, and I do mean it when I say tight, black and white suit with web-like etchings and a hood covering her massed face. Those curvy hips of hers cocked to the right, and I noticed a very faint but clear camel toe between those thick thighs; that suit really was tight; I could even make out the outline of her modest breasts. Those large eyes on her mask seemed to shift with her expression, looking somewhat curious. "Hey, man. Sorry for crashing in. But..uh... watcha doing here?"

"Uhh..." I found myself muttering without an idea of what I would say; I was too busy shifting my eyes between her breasts and her crotch, trying to draw a mental line around the faint outline of her nipples and pussy lips. I wasn't seeing things. "I dunno.."

"I saw you watching from over there." She pointed a finger back to the door I had entered from, "And look, I know it's normal for you to be here and all, but..." The large eyes on her mask blinked, somehow, as she looked a bit conflicted, "It's weird, like my senses are telling me to get you outta here, but I don't get it. You can be here; it's normal, so... huh... hm... why do I feel like taking you away? Look, it's an off day... I-"

"Oh, so now the little bug wants to yap? What happened to all your blabbering and yodling?" A voice boomed through the bank. Through a swirling green fog, multiple copies of the dome-headed Mysterio appeared.

The woman in black and white replied, waving her hands through the air, "Woah woah~! First of all, I think you mean chortling. Secondly, I heard you call me a rodent; don't try to play that off. I mean, I don't even look like Squirrel Girl. Do you think I look like Squirrel Girl?" She glanced over to me.

Honestly, I was just looking at her ass again; from my point of view, it just looked like those glutes were doing the talking, those thick juicy petite glutes. My face was between those, and she was just continuing like my tongue wasn't licking her pussy with the tightest big of skintight latex as the only barrier between mouth and cunt.

But I think she said something to me, and I wasn't really paying attention, so I just muttered my classic line again, "Uhh..."

"See, he agrees with me. I think that bowl is a little too cloudy." She then leaned close to me, one plump ass cheek shifting her weight to the other; "This guy can't even tell who he's fighting." She whispered loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! You insolent little-" Mysteiro's dome shifted from a foggy, mystical white to a glowing red swirl, "I was INSULTING you! I didn't misplay... I didn't misspeak! I simply do not RESPECT you, and was clearly using the wrong word as a form of DISRESPECT!" At that, he snapped his fingers, and the entire bank itself vanished in a red mist, being replaced with a massive glass orb swallowed in a void of darkness, "I was saving my ultimate tricks for the big spider," his voice began to echo from all around, and through the darkness, the massively towering figure of the supervillain loomed above, holding the dome that encased them in the palm of his hands, "But since you dare to waste my time, and belittle my intelligence...!"

The world around us began to shake; the spider girl tensed, her eyes darting around as if looking for a plan of action in an otherwise dire situation. "Dude, you called me a rodent. I mean-"

"If you wish to be treated like an insect..." The massive hands holding the globe containing us shifted to either side, and the walls and floors began to crack as he pushed down, crushing the orb. "Then you shall be treated as such...! And CRUSHED LIKE AN ANT!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, no need to- Wait..." The spider lady jumped up and kicked against the wall, latching herself directly at the glass dome wall.

I'll admit it; I was still looking at her ass, especially when she leaned down to leap away. Those cheeks shifting and smooching against her thighs were something else. But I wasn't distracted to the point where I wasn't noticing the sheer audacity of what was happening here. I really fucked up walking into this bank; lesson learned. Do NOT get involved in shit I don't understand. But then again, I did get to basically eat out the butt of this sexy spider chick... If this is how I die, I went out realizing my powers work on supers.

"You said, ant. Are you like really confused? Or am I supposed to believe that was intentional, too?" She began to shoot strands of webs after webs, thwip thwipping all the cracks that began to form, though it quickly became too many, "Also what the heck is going on!? You're supposed to be a bunch of party tricks! Illusions! Like- How are you-"

The orb shook, and the cracks began to widen, "Oh, but soon YOU will be the illusions, as I Mysterio the master of-"

"Oh God, just shut up." A feminine voice, more mature but still holding a similar level as stark as the other girl, spoke up. Her voice also seemed to echo from around. Followed by a sudden thhwwmmmpp as a massive yellow-gloved fist came through the dark void surrounding the dome and socked the towering Mysterio, knocking him out in a single blow.

"Oh, heck yeah! Nice one, Jess!" The girl on the wall pumped her fists. "You said you wanted the big spider! Here she is!"

BIG is right. Because then, something out of a wet dream stepped towards us. Just like Mysterio, though somehow even taller, a skin-tight-clad, red, yellow, and black-striped adorned woman stepped into the void. The gloved hand that had knocked out the massive criminal shifted up and through her long, wavy black hair, swishing from over a bed mask capped with a yellow triangle symbol over her forehead. She let out a soft sight, standing above us with hands on her hips, looking down she let out a sigh, just a simple breathe, but the sound of her mature voice and breathy exhale had my dick twitch just slightly, especially with her voice and that sexy sigh of her echoing as if on surround sound directly into my ears. The woman's tits were massive, jutting out like glorious orbs on a suit that layered her skin nearly perfectly, outlining each distinct breast. But unlike with the other girl, gawk as I might, I couldn't make out the sight of nipples. This suit must be of higher quality; I could see the faint textures of fabric that stretched and conformed to the exact shape of her supple jugs. I could recognize this chick anywhere. That was Spider-Woman. Curvy, carrying child-bearing hips and a rack that jiggled even in that assuming armored skintight suit. I'd recognize her immediately, with all the powers and skills of Spider-Man but with all the fat ass and huge tits that come with sexy older women.

Exactly the person I'd dream about... while also being the one I'd try my damndest to avoid. Because no way in hell my pathetic power would actually affect a full-on, fully-grown, fully-experienced MILF of a woman, and I'd end up trying something just to have my teeth punched in with an express ticket straight to the RAFT.

"What was all that!?" The spider chick on the wall said, jumping down and looking up to the towering, busty babe looming like a giant above us.

I, for one, could barely even see much from down here; those tits were just too big for a giant woman like this. It was hard to see those plush lips of hers as she replied, "His usual illusions, he lined explosives on the walls and pulled up projections..." Her round hip swayed left and right as she made the simple motion of moving over to where his **** body and cracked dome layout of the screen in the void for us.

Turning away from the orb we stood in, the sheer size and roundness of those buns, those steaming juicy caked-up globes, were made apparent when she bent down to lift him in the process pressing her ass and crotch against the dome. The heat from her rump and steamy take fogged up our view, and darkened what was already an empty expands as the skintight material of her suit and how it lined the inches of her ass crack was clearly visible, I even noticed a small bit of camel toe with how close we were as she lifted the knocked out villain. It took everything in me not to whip my dick out and jack off at the sight. But I couldn't. I get my power working on this girl, but Spider-Woman? An Avenger? She'd notice me and web me up in an instant if I tried anything.

"Check this out," She said, then with one hand holding Mysterio, she used her free hand to punch into the void above her, seemingly hitting and knocking something out of view. At the same time, below us in the dome-like floor, a clean panel few up, and out jumped Spider-Woman. Her massive projection laned before us at her regular height, leaving the voice womanless and showing the great Spider-Woman in the flesh. "He was hiding under there the whole time; that's why your fight didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. Good job distracting him." At that, she shot a single bolt of webbing back down into the hatch, and the illusion around us finally broke, the walls and floors crumbling back into the ruined bank we'd started in.

"Oh, Wow. Heh.. okay, cool; for a second, I actually thought he had real powers... I haven't really fought him that much."

"Yeah, me neither," Spider-Woman looked down at the villain and let him drop to the floor before clapping her hands together and then slapping them against her hips as if wiping off dust. The action had me transfixed; each simple motion and clap from her palm onto her hips had that fat, bubbly buttock rippling like a bouncing ocean. "I just have experience. What was it? Thirty-ish years doing this? Well, whenever your spider senses think something is the case, follow them. Consider it wisdom from.. who did he say he was looking for? A bigger spider?" At that, she chuckled and crossed her arms under her tits, subtly lifting them in the process. "So Gwen.. what, you gonna talk to the police about all this...?" She gestured to the room, "Or do you want me to? I'm an Avenger, so it might be better for our spider-image to let me file this under an Avenger-level situation. You know how Jameson gets on anything spider-related."

"Ugh, true," The spider girl, apparently named Gwen, turned and looked down at the villain. "Yeah, sure. Let's go with that."

Huh, Gwen... that's odd; the cute girl in my class is also named Gwen. Also, why are they just dropping names like this in front of me? I get the spider girl doing that since she's clearly affected, but this experienced babe? Well, it could've just been a slip-up, but clearly, Spider-Woman is experienced enough to deal with a situation without coming off as the tiniest bit bothered. If she isn't affected by my power, why would she just name-drop her identity like that?

Maybe this chick just doesn't have a secret identity. I don't recognize her. Though her name... and now that I think about it, voice... does sound familiar.

"Oh, speaking of listening to my senses. My spider sense has been going off around this guy. I thought it was because of Mysterio, but you feel that, right? It's still buzzing." The Spider-Girl... Gwen.. Spider Gwen pointed to me. Bringing along the bigger Spider-Woman's focus my way.

And... oh shit, I'm fucked.

Spider-Woman opened her mouth, those flush and filled lips parted as she began to speak in my direction, whether at me or about me; it didn't matter because I was going to fess up before I was put to an end by an Avenger. "H-"

"I confess, okay! I give up, please just- I give up!" I blurted, stepping forward, hands up in the air. I began to slowly walk forward, clearly not a threat, "I have powers to make myself seem normal to everyone! I wasn't going to try using it on you! T-The cop chick I groped was an accident! And the Spider-G-Gwen, whatever her name is.. I-I" I motioned my hand to the side, "-She fell on me by accident! And then I- I didn't- I wasn't planning on it, but it was right there and- Like her ass was.. all in my face so I had to sniff, her pussy.. I-" I was digging a hole for myself to the point where I realized I just needed to shut up. Now, I was giving myself away to not just Spider-Woman but Gwen too; the older woman might be immune, but the younger one clearly was affected, so I had no reason to explain all of that.

"Oh, are you done talking?" Spider-Woman blinked, the way those big lense eyes manage to do that just doesn't obey the laws of physics, "I think, interrupting others is rude. Only something I do to criminals. But you're no criminal. You seem to just be a normal person. So if you're done talking..." She paused one last moment to let me speak, though I had nothing to say. Honestly, I was dumbfounded. After my confession, she said... that!? Specifically, she called me normal. No.. no way, an Avenegr!? I still didn't believe this worked on her. "It's true my senses are tingling towards you, but you don't seem remarkable. I think it's because he's still in danger. If he had powers, we'd know; our spider senses are good at picking up on these things."

No way...

"Wait, wait..." Spider Gwen mumbled. The large eyes on her mask squinted, and her jaw visibly dropped as I could faintly make out the outline of her lips, talking behind the mask, "Normal... powers? Hold on, Jessica! Remember Ms. Gray gave me a mission to find a mutant?"

Spider-Woman crossed her arms, her hip cocked to the side, and my gaze shifted down to that heavenly rump. "Yes? But from what you told me, the only detail you had to work with was that it's a male who goes to your school, and his X-Gene was reading as unremarkably normal. The power he claims to have wouldn't be unremarkable, it would be-"

"SHUT UP!" I shouted.

Spider-Woman's mature, husky voice went quiet instantly. Spider-Gwen's wide-eyed lenses blinked over to me, and both ladies stared at me. Those fat lips of hers remained shut as the two remained silent.

With that, I smirked. Maybe I was wrong. "Sorry, you can talk."

After another pause, Spider-Woman nodded and looked over to Gwen again and continued, "As I was saying, it would a very powerful ability, not unremarkable or norm-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!"

Spider-Woman went silent again. And once more, the two stared at me.

"Okay, okay, maybe my power works on supers after all. I just.. never thought it'd actually be possible. Holy shit, holy shit!? You actually think all this is normal!?"

The mature woman opened her mouth, "Well, you aren't doing anything abnormal. You're just too normal to even have powers, I honestly don't think he's-"

While she was blabbing, I closed the distance between us and reached up towards her face without a care in the world and physically pinched her lips shut, making the woman powerful enough to lift a building on her own two shoulders present an utterly humiliating kissy-lips look, her big pillowy lips pressed tight between my finger and soon around as I invaded her mouth with my thumb. Without a care, I let my thumb explore the space between her lips and teeth, her entire face contorted and stretched to make room for the invading digit, her eyes presumably rested on me from behind those white lenses that occasionally blinked as I soaked in the inside of her warm and wet mouth.

"I guess my powers work on supers, huh? I just gotta say it again and again until it sticks." I said, pulling my thumb three before smearing all her drool across her face, purposely mashing her lips and spreading the went sensation and scent of her breath all across what was her perfectly presented face. Her lipstick, seemingly freshly applied, just became a form of paint for me, letting me mash her lips all across her cheeks and my fingers to gather enough of the red substance to paint a thick, messy heart just below her nose. And even spell out 'Dumb' 'Cunt' on either cheek.

I smirked, "So, how's this normal, huh? This is my power. My mutation. I have the power to make myself and whatever I say 'normal'."

"Um, I'm not sure about that kid. We have spider senses, and they'd be going off a lot more if you actually-"

"I'm literally telling you how my power works, and you're still so stupidly under my power that it just doesn't cross a wire in that brain. What did you say, thirty years of experience?" I snorted, "That's a long fucking time to be completely dumb. You're so dense and idiotic you wouldn't even notice when your ass is being grabbed."

She blinked, "But my ass is not being-"

At that, and not letting her finish another sentence, I reached around her, taking a firm grasp of the round and perfect rear I had been eyeing up since she had shown up. And here I was, thinking it was amazing to have Spider Gwen's perky little rump on my face. But this fat-assed bitch is carrying the plumpness that I really wanna eat out, fuck, then fuck some more. "Is this normal?" I teased, slapping her massive buttocks, with enough **** to completely flatten the otherwise fat as fuck butt for a brief moment while the rest of her rear rippled like water, jiggling all around the slap and spreading that asscheek's shape in every which direction before falling back to its normal, perfectly round and perky, bubbly and fat-assed self. "Is it normal that my hands are groping your fat ass? That I'm fucking pinching those cheeks, smacking them about like slabs of fuck-meat?" I got a massive handful of her rear and shook it with ambition. "Is this normal? Spider-Cunt?"

Spider-Woman didn't respond; she just stood there like a statue. Looking both unamused and unbothered. She didn't bother speaking, didn't bother humoring me, as if she saw herself as above me. I couldn't make out anything other than those blowjob lips I manhandled, but those large eye lenses looked down flatly at me.

"Answer the question," I ordered, then smacked her other cheek; the impact had her ass wobble about like sloshing jello. "Spider-Cunt, Spider-Cunt? Spider-Cunt!?"

"If you're just going to keep interrupt-" She tried to play it cool, thinking that prediction would do anything but make her look even stupider.

"Hey, Spider-Cunt! Is it normal that I'm doing this?" At that, I grabbed her chin and leaned in close, planting my lips against hers and shoving my tongue down her throat, all without warning, of course, as normal people do. I swam my tongue inside her, exploring her mouth and the taste of her saliva, the soft warmth of her cheeks, breathing in her breath, and the wet surface of her tongue. Of course, while exploring her mouth, my hands similarly explored the rest of her. Grabbing the underside of her huge tits, I got a good grip on each breast and began to grope and massage them. The weight alone had me drooling right into her mouth, and the feel of her tits through her skintight suit; her nipples were hard, I couldn't see them before, but I could feel something under the firm latex bodysuit. As if carrying a magnetic pull, her rump called to my left hand, which promptly answered. Answered with a resounding slap, it echoed so forcefully throughout the bank.

"Mmm-mmeah~ it's normal." She breathed out into my face while pulling back gently on her own, speaking with her steamy breath buffeting my face, the drool between us a string that sat on her plump lower lip. I wiped my own face with her perfect dark hair and made sure to mop up any drool real well while staining her locks and muffling her words as she continued saying, "If you're trying to prove anything, maybe do-"

SLAP I clapped her cheek. The sting in my palm from the slap had my dick twitch in my pants. A bulge that pressed ever presently against her thick thigh.

"...do it, and not just keep spanking my-"

SMACK I spanked her ass again, watching it ripple in place as her entire body remained rigid, like a statue in all manners except her fat fuckable butt.

"..spanking my-"

_SLAAAPP _Again, the sound of my palm connecting with her bubble butt echoed loudly in the bank.

"..spanking-"

SLAP

"..keep spanking-"

SSLAAP I laughed and did as she instructed, even if she was literally just trying to finish a single sentence.

"..spanking-"

CRACK

"Spanking my-"

WHHHACCCCKK Her body remained rigid, a testament to just how powerful of a woman she was, as her bubbly buttocks got absolutely pounded with my hand. Rippling and sloshing like the finest pudding, a jiggling earthquake in the process. This action phased her so little that she practically barely felt it, and she persisted in winning this mission to finish her words.

"..spanking m-"

SPAAANNKKK I didn't even stop between my next few spanks, just kept the momentum going like clapping beats out on fat as fuck bongos, as she kept speaking syllables between my claps, trying to get her voice heard until she eventually gave up and waited for me to stop.

"..spanking my ass. You'll need to do something more; right now, you're just normal. I'm not sure what else to say. Trust me, if you had powers and were abusing them, I'd put a stop to it. Be glad I have no reason to." Her voice trailed off as if in a sense of warning of what she could do.

But what she could do didn't fucking matter if she was so under the spell of my power; she's just another dumb NPC to fuck in the sandbox that is my life. Literally, these heroes were the only bit of fear I had, the once of hesitation I carried that stopped me from using everyone like the play set of toys they were.

How stupid was I?

"Uh-Huh, yeah..." I chuckled, taking a few steps back and flattening my hand to slide it directly between her buns like swiping a credit card. The inside of her cheeks was hot, a heat that radiated through the skintight bodysuit that clung to her body. Really steamy like an oven of a fat-filled cake. "It's not normal that I'm doing this. Right? It's normal to slide cards between your cheeks to cash out? Hm?" I pulled out my hand from between her ask, still steamy with her feminine musky scent, "Taste your ass!" I laughed, shoving my scented hand straight into her mouth and holding her jaw wide open, letting her saliva soak my fingers, the heat of her breath, and the feel of her tongue, as if it had a life of its own, squirmed around my fingers and sucked them deeper. "It's normal to taste the flavor of your fat ass!? That's sooo normal, right!? Or Is it normal for me to spank your fat ass? Or that's just a thing with all women; It's normal to just spank women's asses..." I pronounced that with a mighty SLAP on her rump, her bubbly buns jiggling from the contact, "Just like a high-five! Because they're all so fat and fuckable, right!?" I let her go and stepped back to admire her; the way the light bounced off her bubble butt had me staring at the perfection that was Spider-Woman, and her entire being was mine to fuck with or fuck how I pleased.

At this point, I had nothing to be scared of.

"Well yeah, everything you just said was normal," Spider-Gwen practically jump-scared me, as she hung upside down, legs crossed on a web from the ceiling. I had forgotten she was here. Had she just been watching the entire time? She slid upside down beside Spider-Woman, looking up at that fat butt I had been manhandling, "Guess you were right, Jess~ He isn't doing anything odd, I was watching, and he's not abnormally normal, just normal." Then I was surprised to see her raise a hand and bring it down with a loud SMACK onto that huge ass, the impact sent a shockwave of rippling ass-flesh and had me almost cumming in my pants from the sight alone. Enough **** to actually make the woman stagger a bit, not much as Spider-Woman was still leagues above the girl, but just the fact that she wasn't rigid shows the power difference between a 'normal' guy like me and these chicks. "He's just a guy spanking a woman's fat fuckable butt. Everyone does that."

Spider-Woman sighed, "Yes, exactly my point. That's completely normal." Then with a smirk, the older woman gave Spider-Gwen's petite bubble butt a firm slap, and the smaller girl's tight rump bounced nicely, causing her to say on her web. "Just like how anyone can spank you. For a job well done. You did good back there, keeping Mysterio distracted."

"Hehe, thanks."

Okay, why are they just spanking each other like it's normal? I made that shit up. Are they just believing my lies? Are people gonna stare, swiping their VISA cards in Spider-Woman's ass cheeks? Because that lie wasn't even practical, just bullshit. Like, what the fuck?

"Right, well. We're wasting time on this; he isn't doing or saying anything abnormal. He can't be the target, but I'll speak with the Avengers and help to broaden your search. Remember, we're always willing to help each other. And, between you and me..." She looked around to make sure no one was listening in, no one except for me, of course, which they didn't seem to mind being here. "Your suit is a little tight. I can see the outline of your..." She made a 'V' formation with her fingers, a blush on her cheeks, still reading 'Dumb' 'Cunt' on them made of her own smeared lipstick, "And your..." She also gently cupped her own large chest, gesturing to Gwen's modest pair, "I have a tight suit too for mobility, but you can wear pasties to conceal them."

This conversation made that woman blush, not... literally anything else that happened before that?

"Y-Yeah.. I know... I'm hoping when I finish, Jean can have the X-Men suit me up with a higher-quality suit that doesn't ride up my butt. I have a wedgie right now..." Spider Gwen gritted her teeth, mumbling, "That a r-really s~wannna..ngh~" Reaching back, she stuck a hand between her petit ass cheeks and tried to yank it only for the tight material to slap back up against her asshole.

Spider-Woman raised a brow, "You know I could have Tony..."

"Ahm~ No, no!" Gwen was quick to snuff that out, "I'd rather have... a woman, ya'know... Jean? Look over my suit."

Laughing Spider-Woman raised a hand and brought it down in a loud CCLLAP on the girl's rear, making Gwen's bubble butt jiggle and her whole body jerk on her web, "I get it; a young woman wants another woman's touch. Nothing wrong with that. But now, we must get going before those outside get too curious. You should get going, but speak with the crowd, and I'll make sure to speak with Agent Hill and see if some operatives can keep a lookout for any secret normal guys at your school." She turned to me, those big lensed eyes looking down at me, "And I'm sorry for the confusion, but you're just normal and not the normal we're looking for. But there's nothing wrong with being a normal teen." the chick gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You know what," I said with a smirk as I unbuckled my pants. "I have to agree with you on that."