Peter learns more about the new life he's created for himself and the women in his bed

Peter almost just relaxed and let the threesome happen as he felt Felicia and Mary Jane rub up against him but his deeply ingrained sense of responsibility stopped him.

"H- hold on! I don't think it was just a dream! I- I wished for this! I think?"

"Well, wish granted." purred Felicia as she reached down between his legs. "Let's-"

Reluctantly, he gently pulled her hand away.

"No, I mean, the evil genie, ifirit, she tricked me into wishing that Mary Jane had bigger boobs and was into sharing me with other girls!"

Mary Jane laughed.

"That's silly, Tiger! I've always been into both girls and boys and if I got any bigger, I wouldn't be able to stand up straight!"

"Yeah, bigger boobs for 'Massive Jugs' Watson? Talk about gilding the lily!" chuckled Felicia.

Peter was still uncomfortable with his former lover, Felicia Hardy, sharing the bed with him and MJ, especially since she was now a crime lord - had been a crime lord up until a few minutes ago. Luckily, Inara the ifrit didn't appear to be around to add to his discomfort further.

"Um. OK. Just humor me, then, OK? Mary Jane, tell me all about your life and our getting together, OK? Like I was a stranger."

Mary Jane smiled and gave him a gentle kiss, her huge new breasts smashing into his chest well before her lips touched his.

"A trip down memory lane? Sure, Peter, if that's what it takes to make you feel better. Just lie back down and I'll tell the tale."

Reluctantly, he laid back down in what he noted distantly to be a much larger bed in what seemed to be a much nicer bedroom than his previous one.

"What about me?" Felicia added with a pout.

"Uh, we'll get to you. Promise." Peter said awkwardly, eyes still transfixed by MJ's ridiculously huge new chest.

"Well, I used to be your average girl next door with dreams of being an actress," Mary Jane began with a sigh, "Until puberty hit at age 15 and suddenly I had tits the size of watermelons! High school was hell, of course. Everyone thought my huge boobs meant I was just some dumb bimbo or a total slut. All the sneers, all the jokes. Everyone calling me "Massive Jugs" Watson, Mary Jugs, Mary Jane Whoppers - hell, even some of the teachers . . . everyone except for you, Tiger. You and Gwen."

She squeezed his bicep tenderly.

"Kind, little, nerdy Peter Parker, the boy next door. The only one who always at least tried looking me in the face when he talked to me, who never, ever called me anything but Mary Jane. How could I not fall in love with someone so sweet?"

"I'm so sorry, MJ, I never knew the nickname bothered you-" he heard Felicia say, sounding genuinely distraught.

"Oh, Felicia, YOU can call me Mary Jugs! It's fine! I'm used to it by now after all these years, and I know it's just your fun little pet name for me . . . Kitty."

Felicia laughed and stuck her tongue out at MJ but her eyes seemed sad.

"Sorry, go on."

Mary Jane smiled kindly at Felicia, then turned back to Peter.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah, falling in love with you. Funnily enough, everyone thought my giant tits made me a slut but I'd actually been saving myself for the right guy - for you, Peter. And when Gwen Stacy started to try and get with you instead, I got so, SO jealous!"

Mary Jane yawned a bit and then laid down on Peter's chest, slowly. He gasped as he felt the massive weight of her breasts pressing up against him, keeping her face up high enough to still look him in the eyes.

"Gwen was my only female friend at school, however, the only one who didn't just write me off as some slut with huge tits, so it hurt even more . . . but then I realized I wasn't jealous of her being with you - I was jealous of both of you. I liked girls! Kind of a lot, actually."

"Can confirm." Felicia said with a chuckle as she reached down and gave MJ's ass a playful pinch.

"God, shut up, you little slut and let me finish!" MJ said, playfully swatting back at her.

"Wait, so you and me and Gwen-" Peter said with his eyes widening.

"Mmm, yeah. We tried to keep it a secret, since people weren't quite as, ah, "woke" back then, but yeah, the three of us were together and really, really happy. It took Gwen a little time to come around but we both loved you and each other, so it just made sense in the end. Plus, nobody can resist my girls!"

MJ laughed.

"God, all the boys in High School HATED you! And all the girls thought you must have some monster schlong to keep both of us satisfied-"

"Not that they were entirely wrong." cooed Felicia.

"Will you shut up already? Jeez!" MJ said rolling her eyes. "Anyways, yeah, life was pretty great . . . until it wasn't."

Peter frowned.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Well, your Aunt May got real sick and I knew you'd try to do something dangerous like get photos of yourself as Spider-Man fighting some costumed maniac . . . so I decided to make that money you needed for you, using what I had. It didn't take much to convince a photographer at a shadier men's magazine that I was 21 with a fake ID, and well, long story short, MJ "Massive Jugs" Watson became centerfold of the year!"

Peter's eyes bugged out.

"You did what?"

"Hey, it actually felt good! You had your superpowers and, well, I had mine. I was kinda sad I'd never get to be a legitimate actress and you, Gwen and my Aunt Anna were furious at first . . . but once I ended up using all that money to get your Aunt May healthier than ever and start a trust fund for you and Gwen's college tuition, you all started to see my point. Especially when even more money stared rolling in as I started getting other offers! I financed a new house for both your family and mine and-"

"What point?"

"Oh, right! With great titties come great possibilities!" MJ said in a teasing tone, but then frowned. "But that wasn't the bad part."

"What was?"

MJ's glittering green eyes went distant and sad.

"Just a few short months after that, Gwen died at the hand of that maniac Norman Osborn. We were devastated. It was the worst day of our lives."

"I'm so sorry, MJ." Felicia said tenderly, all of the playfulness in her voice gone as she snuggled up against her.

Peter grunted softly from the weight of the two women pushing up against him, but also at the sad memory of Gwen Stacy's ****.

"Don't worry, it was a long time ago, Felicia. But at least we had each other . . . although we each dealt with the grief in different ways."

"What do you mean?"

MJ sighed.

"You jumped in to fight evil even harder with both feet, leaving me alone most of the time, with no Gwen to keep me company. After that, I was so damn lonely and mad at you for abandoning me! I just needed something, anything to distract me. I had always said no to porn at first but-"

Peter's jaw dropped.

"You're a porn star?" he practically shouted.

"Ha! Well, yeah! That was our first big fight when you found out. It's all strictly girl on girl, tho', Tiger, which we both eventually agreed back then - and now - wasn't cheating, especially if you got to watch. Don't worry, Tiger, you're the ONLY cock for me!"

Peter rubbed his face, stunned.

"I, uh . . . whoa. OK. Gonna need a second to process this."

MJ looked at him curiously.

"Wow, you really don't remember this? Any of this?"

"Maybe he'll remember now, now that you're getting to the good part - the part where I come in!" Felicia said with a smile.

"OK, yes, you drama queen, I'll get to you now, happy?" MJ said with a chuckle.

"Well, even though my Aunt Anna disowned me, my new career did provide us with enough perks that you could stop having to shill pictures to the Daily Bugle and pursue science instead! After my new career blew up, I started my own studio and all my naughty money was able to finance an entirely new wing of NYU's science department - in your name, of course, not mine. You were even able to find a cure for Curt Connors! Oh, and I didn't hear you complaining when I brought the occasional castmate home for a fun weekend."

"Ahem?" Felicia said pointedly.

"Right, right. At that point, you ran into this cat burglar over and over as Spider-Man - The Black Cat. At first, I really didn't like her - it sounded like she wanted to steal you away from me."

"I totally did, BTW, back when I didn't know who you were. I just thought you were some boring little normie."

"God, Felicia, who's telling this story? Shut up!"

MJ's arm moved from his arm and he heard a playful swat.

"Ow! Bitch!"

"Skank!" MJ replied with a giggle before returning her hand to lay tenderly on Peter's body.

"Anyways, eventually, Felicia figured out your secret identity . . . and that you were in a relationship with the world's most famous "lesbian" porn star, MJ Watson. Little miss bad girl secretly watched the two of us fuck through your skylight and just couldn't get the idea of joining the two of us out of her head. It took a lot of work on trust issues and putting down some very specific ground rules, but eventually, well- how could I say no to an ass like that?"

"Aw, you say the sweetest things, you huge boobed slut." Felicia snickered.

"You're welcome, you nasty hot assed skank." MJ responded in the same teasing tone.

Peter's eyes widened again.

"So, you and me and Felicia, we're- the three of us-"

"Yep! Going on six years now. We've even managed to domesticate our Kitty a bit, so she doesn't get into too much trouble when you're busy doing science or saving the world, now that she's got my saucers of milk to keep her occupied."

"Domesticate this!" Felicia half purred, half snarled as she swatted MJ's ass, making her yelp, then laugh.

"Honestly, I've never been so happy, Tiger. I loved Gwen, but Felicia's way more fun and adventurous! We get into all sorts of naughty trouble together, but not the kind that would make you worry or break the law."

"Well, laws about public indecency aside - God, remember the time we hooked up in that art museum bathroom?"

"OK, most laws." MJ added with a wicked smile. "Plus, she's got enough skills to keep me safe if it's just the two of us hanging out!"

Peter blinked in shock. This . . . wasn't a dream! And it didn't seem like it was too bad, all things considered.

"I, uh . . ."

He looked around for Inara the ifrit, nervously.

"I don't . . . remember any of that, I'm sorry. I just woke up like this after I made the wish by accident to that Inara creature-"

"Creature? That's kind of rude, especially given how pleasant I've made your new life!"

Peter gasped as he saw Inara standing at the foot of the bed.

"Inara! Are you- is this- I didn't mean-"

"Oh, relax!" she said with a giggle. "I'm not mad. You've used up one of seven wishes and I couldn't be happier! Just keep using one wish a night and we should get along famously!"

"What about Amora?" Peter asked as the two women looked up at the foot of the bed confusedly.

"Peter, who are you talking to?" MJ asked.

"What, Massive Jugs Watson and the sexy cat burglar aren't enough to satisfy you?" Inara teased. "Guess you don't need to wish for more stamina!"

Peter scowled at the ifrit.

"I mean, is she still cursed or-"

"Oh! No, I let that fade when you warped reality in such a FUN way! Unless, of course, you want her to come crawling back as your simpering little french maid! She is still out there doing evil and correcting the problem is just one little wish away-"

"Nice try, but I'm not dumb enough to get tricked into wishing for something by accident twice!"

"Who is it? Is it this Ifrit thing? What's she trying to make you wish for?" Felicia asked, puzzled.

Peter gestured in her direction.

"Oh, little miss evil genie here thinks I'm an idiot, just because she got one over on me before. I'm not wishing for the Enchantress to be my French Maid sex **** or whatever!"

MJ and Felicia shared a thoughtful look, then turned to Peter.

"Actually, since it would stop her from doing bad stuff . . ."

"Mmm, I'm not gonna lie . . ."

"That could be fun!"

"That sounds kinda hot." they finished almost in unison.

"What?" he sputtered at them. "That's crazy! You really want me to say that I wish that the Enchantress was my hopelessly devoted sex ****?"

Inara let out an orgasmic cry of release and laughed lustily.

"Once again, your wish is my command, Peter Parker! Enjoy! Since I hate that blonde shrew, I'll even throw in your memories of this new life as a freebie."

Two things happened very quickly.

First Peter's mind was flooded by memories of his life with a much, much bustier Mary Jane - losing their virginity to one another, then threesomes with Gwen Stacy, making private movies with just the two of them . . . then years of sexually adventurous fun with both him, MJ and Felicia, including sex tapes where he kept his mask on as "The Spectacular Spider-Stud." He groaned, but not entirely in dismay.

The second thing was that Amora the Enchantress suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed he shared with MJ and Felicia . . . wearing nothing but a green collar with his Spider symbol as a lock in the middle, held in a loop in the hollow of her throat. She lifted her hands into her long honey blonde hair and presented herself to him wantonly.

"Greetings, Master! How may I service you?"

". . . I cannot BELIEVE I just did it AGAIN!" Peter moaned as MJ and Felicia gasped.