A Doggirl and Her Spiderman

WOOHP had dispatched an airmada against the cloud of porn toons. Clover expected to see a platoon of ground agents moving against the 1958 Impala where its pervert creator had to be in. And while his attention was on finding the Men in Black clones -

He was yanked back up inside by the web still attached to the inside of his balls and his cock drawn towards the threatening roller brush and the mechanism that moved it! It wasn't until Alex attack his Spiderman webbing with her canine teeth that Clover wondered if he could release the web-jizz; like, duh!, jizz WAS meant to leave the boy's cock, right? Spreading his legs, landing on top of the mechanism, his erection was briefly massaged before he propelled himself over to the safety of the jet's floor.

Fap, fap, fap went the webbing as it was spun around and around with the brush's movements.

Alex, the newly groomed doggirl, her tail wagging, leaped down beside Clover.

"Jerry!" Sam called out. She got to the pilot's controls and found no one. "Jerry, where are you?!" She had expected to see the WOOHP boss there to explain how their mission had so drastically changed. Her oversexed Jessica Rabbit body just wanted to see a male. She was actually flirting with trying to look under her enormous toon boobs for him when she saw Alex hug to herself the only male in the jet! "Alex! That's really Clover, not Spiderman, you know!" (But did their girl friend look really, really hot, or what! Even in All those cut muscles! And the way his cock strained against his costume...)

"Oh, as if I didn't know that! But Clover's the one who, like, said she thinks she likes girls now that she's a boy! I'm going to test that! I HAVE to make sure I still like boys now that I'm like a doggie! Pucker up, Clover!" And she pulled the Spiderman mask off him.