Rob's World: Date Night with Gwen Stacy

Gwen gave herself one final lookover, checking herself in the mirror, still not believing the reflection staring back at her was hers. That his body was hers.

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One trip of Dr. Mercy and her lithe, sleek form had blown up, narrow hips and small breasts now expanded and exaggerated to lewd proportions, enhancing her already stunning legs and curves. She’ll admit, she had agreed to go as big as she did because most every girl in class was. She didn’t do it out of peer pressure, but to keep up in the arm’s race. She knew her Master loved her regardless, but that he also loved busty, curvy, voluptuous bodies most of all.

She knew all this extra weight would affect her ability to fight and web-swing (not that she did either of much nowadays) but she did not care. Everything and anything in her life was for Master Rob.

Finally feeling pleased with her appearance, her new luscious body in this new strappy dress, Gwen left the apartment, knowing how weird it was. Weird in that she was leaving behind a Rob in the apartment, who would spend the night with America and Kamala and GoGo, only so that she could meet another Rob at the Harem Lounge. But it was also nice for Gwen - and any of her **** sisters - to know they could get one-on-one time with the man they loved and worshipped.

While Rob’s influence and money meant he could get himself, Gwen, or any of his other slaves into any restaurant or club across the world, the Harem Lounge was built specifically for them. Taking up the top floors of a small tower, the Harem Lounge was a private club that exclusively catered to the members of Rob’s harem. There, they could fully unwind either by themselves, with friends, or with Rob. The entire place was operated by “shades”, magical constructs created by Zatanna and Wanda Maximoff, meaning that unlike going to Barely Legal, none of the girls had to work while the others played.

It was an even playing field. A private place for everyone to enjoy. Gwen certainly appreciated that.

But of course, Gwen was a nervous wreck on her way to the date. The entire cab ride over. The excruciatingly slow elevator ride up to the top of the tower. Her thoughts were running away from her, all panicked and fearful. Did Master appreciate her old body, whereas now she was a dime a dozen amongst the busty bimbos in his harem? Was her dress too slutty, too revealing, too ****? Or was it not slutty and revealing enough?

Such panic came when you made one man your entire world.

Gwen almost jumped when the elevator came to a stop, doors chiming and shuffling open to usher her inside. Soft jazz filtered into the car, as Gwen stepped out onto the brocade carpet which lined the space.

The Harem Lounge was a full and proper bar and restaurant, with plenty of amenities and amusements for it’s supremely exclusive clientele. In addition to the dining room at the very top of the tower, there was a sunken recreational area and the floor underneath, which housed numerous games and activities. Billiard tables, dartboards, pinball tables, arcade cabinets, and even a full karaoke bar promised a night’s worth of entertainment for any slut looking for it.

Gwen scanned across the dark dining room, voicing mingling with the music to create a soft, private ambience only found in places like this. The shades, perfectly silent and barely perceptible, flitted in and out of the kitchen, serving as waiters, cooks, and bartenders all in one. Several other girls from the harem - a few intimately familiar from school, a few vaguely recognizable from elsewhere - populated the room, either by themselves or with friends. One or two groups were out with their own Rob. The night was early, so none of the tables had broken down into a wild frenzy of sex. Yet. Gwen suspected at the very least the tables with the Robs would soon enough.

But all of that was unimportant. All of that was pushed from her mind when she found her Rob. Identical to all the rest, but all hers for the evening, meaning he was the singular most special and unique man in the universe. Gwen beamed upon spotting him, before controlling herself, adopting a saucy expression with an enticing smirk and cool, half-lidded eyes. Containing her excitement and eagerness, she sauntered over to him.

“Good evening, sir.” Gwen adopted her best sex-pot voice upon arriving at the table. “Thank you so much for meeting me here tonight. It’s an honour to have you all to myself.”

Rob ignored Gwen’s slavish, adoring words to instead check out her body. Her dress was of little more than a dozen tactically placed black straps to hide and contain her bimbo-riffic new body. Rob offered her a wolf whistle and a wolf smile as he drank her in.

“Damn. You look amazing Gwen.” Ever the gentleman, Rob rose to pull out Gwen’s chair and offer her a seat, taking the opportunity to ogle and grope her some more. Gwen let out a soft moan, as shivers ran up and down her body. “Remind me to thank Dr. Mercy some more the next time I see her. She did outstanding work on all your girls, but she knocked it out of the park with you.”

Gwen could feel herself flush and heat up, basking in the praise of the man she loved. “You’re too kind, Master. All the other girls now have pretty similar bodies, too.”

“Hey, it’s not just about big tits and insane curves, but it’s how you wear them.” Rob said, eyes once more running up and down her obscene body. “And you wear them with style and confidence, babe. You’re an absolute bombshell and I just love it.”

Gwen almost blurted that she loved Rob, too, and was thankful when a shade arrived with a bottle of wine. She hardly tasted it, as she guzzled her glass down, just thankful to have something to occupy her mouth before she made a fool of herself.

But Rob was wholly oblivious to Gwen’s nervousness, instead shuffling the chairs of their hightop table around so that he could sit right next to Gwen. Evidently, him pulling out her chair was all an act of courtesy, as he quickly scooped Gwen up and into his lap, her shapely rear resting on the prominent bulge in his pants. Gwen ground her groin against it, eyes fluttering from the pleasure and the sensation of his sheathed cock, as Rob’s hands went to work on her new body.

One ran up and down her stocking-covered legs while another squeezed her thighs, rising higher and higher, closer and closer to her crotch.

One held her at her waist and hips while the other cupped and caressed her butt.

One slid under the myriad of straps that was her dress to stroke her stomach and abs while another did the same at her chest, playing with her newly engorged and inflated tits. His fingers found their way to her nipples, tugging and tweaking at her piercings.

Gwen surrendered herself wholly to Rob’s ministrations, writhing and moaning and drooling for all in the Lounge to see and gawk. No one cared all too much. This was part and parcel for a regular evening here. The other girls kept to themselves as the shades mindlessly shuffled about. It was as if Gwen and Rob were all by themselves. Perfect.

“Holy fuck, you were one fine piece of ass before, Gwen, but now you’re a regular fuckdoll!” Rob declared with relish, voice thick after kissing Gwen and rolling his tongue over her tongue stud. He loved her piercings and she loved that he loved them. “Bet it’s gonna be a bit difficult swinging through the city with these puppies, though.” He said while cupping and heaving said puppies.

“Well… I think it might be time for Spider-Woman to hang up her mask.” Gwen half-said, half-moaned. “If that’s what you want, I mean, Master…”

Rob paused, hand sunken into Gwen’s ample titflesh mid-grope. “What do you mean by that, Gwen?”

As lovely as his thick, stronger fingers and big palms felt on her bust, Gwen found it in her to break away from her lover, slipping away and flipping around so that she sat atop his thighs and they were face-to-face. His expression was deep and solemn, concerned for Gwen and her situation, but she could see the fire burning behind his eyes. The want and the need. A shiver ran down her spines, knowing that her and her body sparked that fire within him. It felt good to be wanted.

“I have a lot to say, actually, Master.” Gwen started, cupping his cheeks and getting lost in his eyes. Not just lost in the grasping flames of his lust, but the kindness and intelligence that dwelt within, too. The all-consuming power to which she was a ****. “Ever since Peter died… my life has been absolute shit. I tried the whole superhero thing and while I did some good, my double-life and my self-hatred and despair just destroyed all my relationships. With my dad. My friends. I had nothing. No place to belong to. No one to call friend. No band to be a part of.”

She had long admitted this to herself. She had said much the same to that Mary Jane woman at the VIP night at the club. But it was different to pour her heart out to Rob. She should have done it a long time ago, really. He was so smart and wise, he could have found the words to guide the lost girl, just like he had repaired her broken heart and soul.

“I honestly can’t remember how I came to Port Reyes or how I ended up in your class, but I’m so glad that I did.” Gwen sighed happily, cuddling against Rob, resting her head on his chest. She was smiling and she could feel just how big and deep it was. “Because of you, I have a job and friends and a life again. I found out just how good mind-numbing sex and obedience feel. I found a new band.” With another sigh, she softly added. “I found you.”

Gwen could have laid against Rob’s broad, strong chest forever, but her Master had different plans. He grabbed her by the back of her hair and yanked downward, forcing her head upright. He was touched, she could see it in his eyes. Fiery lust now tempered by warm affection. This was why Gwen was okay with surrendering her will to Rob Daily. Because she loved him and he loved her back. Wholeheartedly and without reservation.

The two kisses. Wordlessly, they were pulled together, lips and tongues meeting. Slow and soft and long. The kind of kiss where second became minutes, minutes became hours, and two became one.

“I love you, Master Rob.” Gwen said, breathlessly, when they finally tore apart. “And I’m not just saying that because I have to, as your ****. I love you one-hundred percent, mind, body, and soul. I’ll do anything you want without question. As long as I’m with you, I have no dreams or will of my own, just yours. I’ll keep being Spider-Woman if you want. Or I’ll do anything else you want. Just… order me. Control me. Own me… Love me…”

Gwen felt hot. Delirious. Her head was swimming and her heart was pounding. She could feel a pleasant buzzing all over her skin. She felt like she was floating upon a cloud, silly and dream-like. Lost in her love and total obedience for one man.

Rob fell silent after her plea, smiling fondly upon her while considering things. “Well, if I’m being honest, Gwen, I didn’t have anything specific in mind for you when you graduate, beyond continuing to serve as another one of my favourite fucktoys. But, if I do decide to have you retire from heroics, you’d keep the suit, right?”

“Oh, anything for you, Master!” Gwen agreed, earning a smirk from Rob, as he snapped his fingers.

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In a heartbeat, Gwen’s strappy dress was replaced by her iconic white-and-black attire, the thin, flexible mesh weave of the suit now stretched tightly over her lewd and ludicrous enhanced form. Her nipples in particular were standing at perfect attention beneath the material, earning plenty praise from her Master.

“God damn, you nips look so fucking hot and slutty all erect like that.” Rob was practically drooling over her, delivering big, meaty slaps to her inflated funbags to make them bounce and jiggle. “Heh, if you’re wanting to be a perfect little loveslave, I might send you back to Mercy and make these even bigger.”

Gwen folded her arms behind her head, making her heaving chest jut out even more, as Rob continued to bat at them like a cat playing with a toy. “Ah! Yes, Master! My body’s all yours.”

“Damn straight it is! You’re just a piece of property, aren't you Gwen?

“Yes, Master! I’m a piece of property!”

“It’s okay if I turn you into a brainless bimbo Barbie girl. Or a lifeless RealDoll. Or a doting Stepford wife. Or give you a raging daddy kink like Vi. Or do anything to your mind and body, right?”

“Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Mind and body, you own it all. I love you Master! I love you Master! I love you so much!!!”

“Good.” Rob snapped his fingers again and Gwen was back in her dress. “While I figure out what to do with you, in the meantime, you can serve as my loving cocksleave for the evening. Understood?”

Gwen smirked, leaping up from Rob and swishing her hips about as she maneuvered to the table’s edge. She bent over at the waist, forming a perfect right angle, to make her butt and legs look as enticing as possible. “Of course, Master. Your cocksleave hears and obeys!”

Gwen had taken Rob’s cock dozens of times, but it never stopped being a wonderful experience. Her sopping, needy cunt practically sucked his length into itself, as it to say “this is where you belong”. Rob pinned her head down to the tabletop, Gwen moaning and writhing, tongue lolling out. The image of her drooling like an idiot was captured and broadcasted on the television scattered about the bar, but Gwen didn’t care about that. All she was focused on was the intense pleasure ripping through her body.

She loved this. Being used. Being stretched. Being filled. Being fucked.

Being used by her one and only Master.

Rob ended up fishing her phone out of her handbag and giving it to a shade, ordering the anomalous construct to record and broadcast Gwen being fucked on her Slutter page. While her body was thicker, she was as lithe and flexible as ever, submitting to her Master’s whims as he positioned her in dozens of acrobatic poses, showing off her perfectly erotic body to the thousands watching online.

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In the end, Rob put Gwen back in her Spider-Woman suit, forcing her to squat to show off her butt from behind and her tits from the front. Rob stroked his fat cock just from behind the camera, showering her in droplets of her seed, marking her as his woman for all the world to see.

“Hey guys! It’s your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Whore!” Gwen cheerfully narrated the video, face and hair stained with sweat and seed, thick white gobs of cum standing out on the black portions of her suit. “Just wanted to tell everyone that I’m a stupid fat-titted slut just like all the other superheroines in the world! That’s our dirty secret: we’re all horny bitches just begging to be fucked. **** for cock and cunt. Please tell me if you want to see more of my hot body, because that means my Master gets to fuck me on stream more and more!”

Gwen Stacy was ignorant of the fact that he had been fully brainwashed and manipulated into becoming this mindlessly devoted slut. But, they say that ignorance was bliss, and Gwen was certainly living her bliss, with her manufactured love for Rob Daily.

Because the truth was that Gwen Stacy was happy. Happy to be a slut. Happy to be a ****. Happy to be Rob’s plaything. Gwen Stacy was happy to be living in Rob’s world.