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My name is SpiderGirl, I came here following a lead on a person possibly involved in some illegal activity. You probably know about it too or you wouldn't be hiding in this old warehouse. Now tell me what you want, and maybe we can make this easier for both of us.

Huh? No offense, but as SpiderGirl, I don't really think dating would be very safe for anyone involved. Plus, my duties keep me rather busy most of the time. Besides, I don't have time to go through the trouble of explaining why I wear this costume and why I do what I do...

Sighing softly, you can't help but feel kinda bad for this guy Well... If you promise to stay out of trouble and not ask any more questions than necessary, I guess I could let you meet up with me later somewhere. But just so you know, if anything goes wrong or I think you're putting yourself in danger, I won't hesitate to step in and stop you. Do we have a deal?

My name is Gwen Stacy, but you can call me Gwen. And remember our deal - no questions asked beyond that. Now, since we don't have much time here, how about we meet up at the old clock tower by the docks tomorrow at midnight? It should give us some privacy and keep things discreet. Just make sure you're not followed. See you then!

Hmm... While it might be nice and cozy, meeting at your apartment isn't exactly the best idea. Too many people could potentially find out about it, which means your safety and mine are at risk. The old clock tower by the docks is still our plan for tonight. Just remember to keep a low profile until then. If you need anything before then, you can always send a message through one of those burner phones you can get anywhere. Good luck!

Sighs heavily Alright... I guess I can make an exception this once. But just this once, understand? Meet me at your apartment, but once we're there, stick to your end of the deal - no questions beyond that. And make sure nobody follows or sees you going there. See you soon, partner.

Well, alright... but try not to get too distracted when I get there. Remember our priorities. That being said, don't worry about trying to impress me; just be yourself. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Stay safe in the meantime, okay? Oh, and if anyone tries to approach or follow you, use a different route or take cover until they pass by, just to be safe.

As you hurry back to your apartment, making sure not to draw attention to yourself, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness building inside you. You double-check all your windows and doors are locked, then settle down on your couch, glancing at the clock every few minutes as time slowly ticks away. Finally, just after midnight, you hear the click of the lock on your front door, and a soft feminine voice speaks out.

"Hey, handsome," says Gwen with a grin, removing her mask as she enters the room. "Ready for some fun?"

Gwen smiles broadly as she closes the distance between you, taking a seat on the couch beside you. Her body is close enough that their shoulders and hips are touching, sending a warm thrill through your system. "So," she begins, trying to keep her tone light and casual, "what do you want to talk about? Tell me more about this 'guy' we're both looking for."

She turns slightly towards you, her green eyes searching your face intently. You can tell she really doesn't want to ask questions or draw any unnecessary attention, but damn if it isn't hard not to be curious in situations like these.

Gwen blushes at your comment, unable to hide the smile spreading across her lips. She looks down briefly before meeting your gaze again, her cheeks still flushed. "Oh... um..." she stammers, clearly taken aback by your forwardness. "Well... uh... I guess I should probably tell you about myself first."

Leaning slightly closer, she continues softly, "My family's not from around here; we're originally from Osaka, Japan. We moved here a few years ago when my dad got a job as a chemist for Oscorp Industries. That's where I met some people who showed me how to use my abilities to help others, people who were hurting or in danger. And that's why I became SpiderGirl."

She pauses, waiting for you to react before continuing, "So now that you know something about me, do you have any questions?"

Gwen's heart pounds in anticipation as you lean in to whisper against her ear. The warmth of your breath sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the sensation of your lips so close to hers. She takes a sharp intake of breath as your hands slide around her waist, pulling her body even closer until there's no denying the growing connection between you. Her lips part ever so slightly, inviting you in as their flesh presses against yours.

The kiss is intense yet gentle, a sweet symphony of lips and tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. Gwen moans softly into your mouth, losing herself in the passion of the moment. Her hands find their way up into your hair, gripping tightly as she deepens the kiss, desperate for more of you. It feels so right, so natural - like this was meant to be since the beginning of time.

As you slowly undress Gwen, her body revealed to your hungry eyes, her skin glistening with sweat under the dim light of the apartment. Her breasts are full and firm, with pert nipples that harden at the touch of your fingers. You trail your hands down her flat stomach, taking in the defined muscles that ripple beneath her smooth skin.

Her hips sway invitingly when she moves, drawing your attention to her curvy bottom, which is barely contained by the lacy black thong she wears. Lower still, you take in the neatly trimmed tuft of curls surrounding her sex, promising endless pleasure if you were to venture further south. Gwen moans loudly as you finally pull her thong to the side, revealing her most intimate parts to you. Her lips part and glisten with anticipation, eager for your touch.

She arches her back, pushing herself closer towards you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she loses control to the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. "Yes," she gasps out between heavy breaths, "like that... touch me..." Her voice trails off as you begin to explore every inch of her body, learning how to make her writhe in pleasure.

A shudder runs through Gwen's body as she feels something new and hard press against her stomach. With a startled gasp, she looks down to see that a thick, veiny cock has sprouted from where her belly button should be. The shock turns quickly to excitement as she realizes what this means - not only are you physically attracted to her, but on some level, you must find her desirable enough to share this transformation with her.

Pulling her hips back, she wraps her hand around the massive shaft and begins stroking it up and down, marveling at the way it feels so different yet so right inside her fist. Her own arousal intensifies as she watches you watching her, and she arches her back once more, inviting you deeper into their shared experience. She presses their bodies together again, moaning loudly when their cocks slide against each other, sending waves of pleasure racing through them both.

As you lean in closer, your body pressing tightly against hers, Gwen can feel the heat emanating from your hard cock. It's throbbing against her, demanding attention. The taste of her fills your mouth as you part your lips to begin kissing and nipping at her neck, working your way lower towards her chest.

Her hands grip firmly onto your shoulders, guiding you across her body as you continue your descent. You brush past the swollen bud of her nipple, causing it to stiffen even further beneath your touch. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back further as if offering herself up for more. Your tongue darts out, tracing a wet path over the sensitive nub before flicking it roughly between her fingers.

She cries out, her hips bucking wildly against yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hand continues to stroke your cock, guiding it closer to her aching sex. She lets out a desperate moan when you finally push forward, burying yourself deep inside her.

The sensation is overwhelming but exquisite; every inch of you feels like home. You thrust slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, but soon find it impossible to hold back any longer as she squeezes you so tightly, her inner muscles milking your cock with each powerful stroke. Growling low in your throat, you pick up speed, lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As you pull out, Gwen's body tenses reflexively at the sudden loss of contact. But then, something strange happens - she feels... fuller? Looking down, she sees that her pussy has been replaced by a thick, veiny cock that stands at attention, eager to be used once more. Her heart races as she processes this new development, unable to contain her excitement and arousal.

She reaches between your legs, taking hold of your hard cock, and guides it back towards her own newly formed entrance. With practiced ease, she impales herself on your shaft, gasping as they connect once more. The sensations are unbelievable; having her own pussy replace her vagina means that every thrust now feels even deeper and more intimate than before. She moans loudly around your cock, rocking her hips back and forth as she begins to ride you harder and faster.

Her eyes close tightly, her features twisting into a mask of ecstasy as pleasure washes over her. Her hands claw roughly at your shoulders, urging you deeper into her body with each powerful thrust. "Fuck," she gasps, "it feels so good..." Her voice trails off into a high-pitched moan as her muscles start to clench around you again, milking your cock in time with each thrust.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, their wet skin sliding against each other as they move together in a frenzy of lust and need. The air grows thick with sweat and desire, the tension within them both reaching a fever pitch as they race towards their inevitable release.

With the transformation complete, Gwen looks down to see herself fully transformed into a man with a massive, throbbing cock and a smooth, hairless ass. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she processes this new reality, unable to believe how aroused she still feels despite the change.

She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her expression a mix of confusion and desire. Without any further hesitation, she positions herself above you, lowering her body slowly until their are pressed chest to chest. She wraps her hands around your shaft once more, guiding it towards her anus. With a sharp intake of breath, she pushes back, feeling the head of your cock press against her tight opening.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the stretch, but undeterred by the sensation, she continues to push, taking more and more of you inside her. There's a brief moment of discomfort before her muscles begin to relax, allowing you to slide further inside her. Once she's accommodated you entirely, she starts to rock her hips back and forth, thrusting deep into your body as their skin slaps together with each movement.

"Fuck," she groans out, the word tasting foreign yet oddly right on her tongue. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as she takes control of their shared pleasure. As they continue to move together, their bodies becoming one fluid motion, the air fills with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and the desperate moans that escape their lips.

With each powerful thrust, Gwen feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sensations building within her until she can hardly stand it anymore. Finally, with one last deep thrust that sends her entire body tensing, she comes apart underneath you, her muscles

Her muscles clench around you tightly, milking your cock as her orgasm washes over them both. With a hoarse cry, she throws her head back, arching her spine off the bed as her hips buck wildly against yours. You feel her walls rippling and contracting all along your length, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through your own body.

Your eyes close tightly, gritting your teeth as you fight to maintain control. The sensations are too much, but at the same time, not enough. Desperate for release, you reach up to grab onto something, your fingertips grazing across the smooth skin of her back before curling around her waist. With one final, powerful thrust, you explode deep inside her, your hot cum filling her up as you both let out shuddering groans of relief.

The room falls silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing as they both try to catch their breath. Sweat beads on their brows and roll down their faces, mingling together as their chests rise and fall in sync. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Gwen pulls free from your grasp, rolling away slightly so that she's no longer pressed directly against you. Her newly formed cock slips free of her body with a soft splash, landing wetly on the mattress beside her.

"Wow," she manages to say between deep breaths, "that was... intense." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She reaches over to take your hand, giving it a squeeze. "Thanks, I needed that..."

Gwen giggles, amused by your comment. "Oh come on, it's just another part of me now. Besides," she says with a cheeky grin, "you seemed to enjoy using it earlier." Tilting her head to the side, she studies your face carefully. "You really are different than any other guy I've met before, you know that? I don't think I'd mind exploring this new side of things with you... if you wanted to, that is." She squeezes your hand again, searching your eyes for some sign of how you feel about her suggestion.

As if struck by an idea, Gwen swiftly climbs onto the bed and straddles your waist, positioning herself so that their bodies are pressed together once more. With a naughty grin, she leans forward until her breasts are level with your face. Cupping them in her hands, she rolls her nipples between her fingers, teasing them into tight peaks that stand out against the dark areola. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against your growing erection.

"You liked this before," she whispers huskily into your ear, trailing her tongue along the sharp angle of your jaw. "How does it feel having your turn?" With one fluid motion, she lowers herself down onto your cock, taking you deep inside her. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips as their bodies connect, and she begins to ride you hard and fast. Each time she thrusts, her breasts bounce enticingly, offering up tempting targets for your hungry mouth.

Giggling again, Gwen replies, "Well, we can do both!" She twists slightly, leaning forward over your lap so that her breasts are almost brushing against yours. Moving one hand to cup and squeeze one breast while flicking her other nipple roughly between her fingers, she begins thrusting her hips in time with your motions, matching your speed and intensity. The sensation of having her weight balanced on your lap only heightens the feeling of connection between you, making every movement more intense.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm builds once more, and with a moan of release, she collapses forward against your chest, her body shuddering as she comes apart underneath you. You can feel her muscles clenching around you, milking your cock as her climax washes over you both. Her soft breath fanning across your neck only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your body, making it difficult to tell where she ends and you begin.