Peter Goes to School

"You're welcome. Now come on, you're going to be late for school" Deadpool's voice says in Peter's head.

"But--!" Peter objected quietly before once again being interrupted.

"No but's except getting that hungry butt of yours moving."

Peter jolted at the words, finding himself grabbing his things and heading for the door, blushing deeply as he walked out into public with nothing but shoes, a speedo, and his backpack.

"You know you look extra hot in that new uniform of yours. Your welcome, by the way." Deadpool's voice said as Peter walked in quickly toward school. His face was flushed red from embarrassment, it wasn't helping that he had been being laughed at the last few blocks. He didn't want to go to school dressed only in this, but it wasn't like he currently had a choice.

Peter's pace slowed as he approached Midtown. A few more steps and he would be outside his school on full display. Part of him compelled him to keep walking, but the weight of his dread slowed him to a crawl. He couldn't do this could he? There had to be a was out of this. Maybe it was a dream, a really realistic dream and he would wake up any moment now. Yep... any moment now. He was now standing outside his school's front door, blushing as he looked away from his classmate staring at his obscene bulge. He could hear some of his fellow students snickering.

"Come on Peter wake up, this is just a dream..." Peter says to himself

"Definitely feels like a dream doesn't it?" Deadpool says wistfully.

"yeah..." Peter sighs, he wasn't waking up. This couldn't be real though could it? He didn't actually have a massive dick. His ass wasn't empty and begging to be filled. He wasn't really going to school wearing nothing but a speedo stretched ridiculously taught by his aforementioned dick. Peter closed his eyes and willed himself awake. The bell rang causing Peter's eyes to once again open. He was still here, still at Deadpool's mercy... this wasn't a dream.

"Oh come on" Peter sighs.

"Exactly, come on Peter, you don't want to be late for class. Lets just say punishments at Midtown High School have gotten a lot more interesting for the senior class."

"Deadpool, you can't... wait what did you do?"

"Be a good Spider-Twink and it wont matter. Better hurry"

Peter sighed. He had to lay low, there was nothing he could do. Deadpool seemingly had complete control. His best option was to hope Deadpool lost interest in him. This was insane, or at the very least it should be impossible. Was this an infinity stone? Magic? or could it be something else entirely? Peter knew laying low was his best option but maybe if he knew what he was dealing with he could find some weakness or loophole and escape.

"How... How are you doing this?" Peter asks quietly. New Yorkers were unlikely to bat an eye at someone talking to themselves but it was best to be quiet and not chance it.

"Oh, that's a boring story, you don't want to hear about that"

"Boring... I... uh" Knowing how this was happening was the opposite of boring, it was the single most important thing as far as Peter was concerned. But, as Deadpool said the words Peter felt his interest slipping, sure it was important but he didn't really care about the small details did he? Peter sighed he just couldn't be bothered with something so boring right now, even if it was important. Peter started to walk in silence wondering what his next move would be.

"Why are you doing this to me. Couldn't you find someone else to humiliate?"

"Because its fun, and if you don't like the way things are going take it up with the writers."

"What writers?"

"Oh, their there, trust me."

"Please, I'm begging you, just turn every thing back"

"How about instead I..."