Spider-Gwenf

Alright people, let's start at the beginning one last time. My name is Gwen Stacy. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last two years I've been the one and only Spider-Woman. You guys know the rest. I joined a band. Saved my dad. Couldn't save my best friend, Peter Parker. So now I save everyone else. Oh, and I've never been able to get dressed. It's a bit embarrassing.

She swung through the rooftops of the city, a laugh of exhilaration escaping her lips as the wind rushed past her body. Swing by swing, she circled a tall skyscraper, whirling and twirling and leaping.

Her spider-sense prickled just in time for her to turn and see a sudden flash of light. She stopped, swinging into the building, getting close enough for her bare ass to brush the glass before she sprang off from it.

She wondered what that flash was...

Gwen shrieked, stumbling to her feet as she made it through the transition. What- where-She shrieked again as she realised she was back in the street. Panicking she jumped, glad to feel that her feet hadn't stuck, trying to swing-

Nothing. She yelped; either she'd run out of web fluid, or the chemical laws of this universe were just a little different and stopped them working. She would be subject to the laws of the universe thanks to Miguel's machine, it should stop her glitching.

Running out of web fluid seemed the more likely option. She had been doing a lot more swinging than she'd planned on. Nervously Gwen swallowed, glancing around the street.

Ok, she might not be a celebrity on this Earth, especially without her mask, but she was still a naked woman in what looked like New York. She was bound to attract attention.

Panic made her run at the wall. She'd let go of the mask, so sticking seemed to be under control, at least temporarily. The rooftops would give her time to relax, get her bearings; flustered she started climbing up the face of the wall, whimpering a little as her behind was bared to the street below, probably even her pussy far too visible with how her legs needed to be parted to climb.

Just climb. She hurried on, flushing as she tried to make it up. So long as she made it to the rooftop before-

"Ah!" she yelped, her hands once more emphatically not unsticking.

Damn it, still out of control. She whimpered, tugging nervously on them, not surprised to find that it didn't work. And strength wouldn't help her break brick.

Fuck, apparently decisions she made when panicking didn't turn out well. Blushing furiously, Gwen pressed herself closer to the wall, trying to take up as little space as she could, tits against the stone. So long as no one noticed...

Like there was any chance of that.

Something suddenly sped past beside her; Gwen shrieked, shock mixing in with a sudden, familiar tingle of her spider-sense. Wait...

She blinked. She was looking into her own mask, or at least something like it, hanging upside down from a strand of web. It was worn by... gulp, that was definitely her body. She'd grown rather familiar with the sight lately. A nude version of her was hanging upside down, cocking her head as she waited in the typical Spider pose.

"You're like me," the new Gwen said, audibly surprised.

"Parallel universes, long story, didn't mean to come here," Gwen said, babbling a little. She blushed. "Having a bit of... power trouble."

The newcomer turned her attention to Gwen's hands. Gwen squirmed, flustered by the appraisal; then the newcomer suddenly whirled around until she was the right way up, sticking to the wall beside Gwen.

"Gwen Stacy," the newcomer said. She offered a hand, then thought better of it. "Though I guess you know that. Huh. This is weird."

Gwen whimpered. Ok, she had a lot of questions. Why the hell was her double nude too?! Why didn't she keep flushing at the feel of the wind against places the wind should not be? But explanations might be better first.

"Can't unstick," Gwen said. "It's happening at random. I meant to visit a friend's universe, but hard to use the controls, ended up here. Uh, yeah. I'm Gwen too."

"Call me Stacy then," the other Spider said. "Probably easier. Need some help?"

"Definitely," Gwen said. She hesitated. "Don't suppose you have a jacket or anything?"

"For who?" Stacy said.

"What? For me! Kinda naked here," Gwen said, blushing deeper. "Happened when I lost control."

"It did?" the masked Stacy leant closer. Gwen squeaked. "Women wear clothes in your universe?"

What?!

"They don't here?!" Gwen yelped.

"Nope. Weird thought," Stacy said. "I can help you with the spider-stuff, not the impossible stuff."

Gwen whimpered. Of all the universes to land in, it had to be the one where she wouldn't be able to get dressed again...

Ok. get her powers under control, then get home, then finally,_ finally _put something on. She whimpered-

And her hands unstuck. She flailed for a moment, quickly catching onto the wall with her bare feet and finally crossing her arms over her tits. She shivered a little; great, now she was at the point where she'd been naked for so long it felt weird to not have her chest exposed to the air.

"Ok, it's worn off for a bit," Gwen said. "Comes and goes."

"Gotcha," Stacy said. "Want a lift to somewhere we can work this out?"

"Please," said the blushing Gwen.