Nope

Peter was thinking maybe this was one of Deadpool's off-the-wall-humor bits, but then the lust came over him, hitting him like a semi-truck going 120 miles an hour down the hallway. He fell to his knees on the shower-floor as the need took a hold of him. Being a teenage boy meant he knew how bad the need to jack one off could be, but this was different, this was a need to have his asshole used, to have it filled, and it was stronger than any bout of lust he had ever had with his dick.

"Stop...this..." Peter managed to get out as he found himself reaching behind him and sticking a finger into his asshole for the very first time in his life. It helped secede the need a tiny bit, but not by much.

"You're right Pete, probably a little too strong for now" Deadpools voice said in his head. Suddenly the need to have his ass filled wasn't so strong, so debilitating. He managed to get to his feet, he could still feel the need to have something in his asshole, but it could be ignored now, at least he hoped.

"What are you trying to do to me?"

"I'm just having some fun, I think your done with your shower now, don't you"

Peter found himself agreeing. He turned off the water and stepped out grabbing a towel to dry off and then wrap around his hips (although his new size down there made that harder than it should have).

"We're going to have so much fun today Peter, just wait until you see the new school uniform I gave you" Deadpool said sending shivers down Peter's spine. He didn't want to know what Deadpool could have done to his clothes. He had to get dressed though. Back in his room, opening the underwear drawer, Peter found...