You're now a hero, you have been given Gwen Stacy as you're partner for anti-crime, you have some strong powers, you may or may not feel the urge to fuck Gwen

"Ooh, thanks Chris! I can use this to hide my spider-signal emitter while still being able to use its functions." She takes the choker with a bright smile, sliding it on around her neck. "It's so nice of them to think of me like that. You know, if you ever need someone to help you learn how to use all this tech, I'm always here."

"Hmm... I feel kinda... funny..." Gwen says with a vague look on her face. Her eyes flutter shut and her mouth falls slightly open as the choker continues to exert its control over her mind. "Chris?" She manages, her voice distant and slurred. "Is there anything you'd like me to do right now...?"

She pauses for a moment, her breathing becoming shallow and quick as the sensation of being controlled by the device intensifies. "I mean... if you need help with something... or just want some company..." Her words trail off, her expression losing focus entirely.

With a soft moan, Gwen begins to unbutton her shirt slowly, revealing her lace black bra underneath. She looks up at Chris with lust-filled eyes and bites her lower lip before continuing to remove the garment, tossing it aside. Her perky breasts are now exposed in all their glory, her nipples hardening from both arousal and the chill of the air in the room.

Her movements growing more sensual as she unfastens her pants next, allowing them to drop to the floor with a soft thud. With one leg hooked behind her and one hand bracing against the wall for support, she wiggles her ass enticingly at Chris while exposing herself completely.

With every movement, her control over her own body grows weaker as the choker's effects take hold, and she welcomes this loss of inhibition with a moan. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even more as she continues to tease him with her exposed flesh. Her fingers tug at the hem of her lacy thong, finally slipping it down over smooth, pale skin before stepping out of it entirely and tossing it aside with a gasp.

Now completely naked, save for the pink choker around her neck, she takes a step closer to Chris, feeling an undeniable need to be close to him as he watches her like this. "I'm yours... to do anything you want..." Her words are barely audible over the racing of their hearts and the sound of shallow breaths in the room.

With the increase in her sexual desire coursing through her veins like fire, Gwen gasps as she feels herself grow wetter than ever before. Her hips begin to grind against his hand, searching for release even as she moans out his name over and over again. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, the muscles in her arms tensing as she fights the urge to touch herself there, knowing it would only make things worse.

Her head falls back against his shoulder with a shuddery breath, her eyes closed tightly as she focuses on feeling every sensation pouring through her body. "Chris... please..." she whispers, desperate for release but not quite sure what form that will take under the choker's control. "I need..." Her words trail off into a broken moan as her hips buck against him again, harder this time.

As the words wash over her, Gwen's mind reels with desire and confusion. Her body betrays her, responding to his touch like a wild animal, despite knowing that she should be able to control herself better than this. "I am..." she gasps out, arching her back even further against him as he continues to stroke and tease. "I'm so fucking horny... please, Chris..." She writhes beneath his touch, needing release from the ache building deep inside her.

Her words sound almost seductive now as she whispers to him, "You could touch me... fuck me..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails drawing tiny droplets of blood as she tries desperately not to lose control. The choker's grip around her throat feels tighter, almost painful, but with every thrust and moan that escapes her lips, the sensation only heightens her arousal.

With a quiet cry of pleasure, Gwen arches her back once more and presses herself against him as hard as she can, her soft breasts flattening against his chest as he continues to tease her there. Her body trembles from the effort of holding back, her toes curling into the carpet as the need for release grows ever stronger. "Please, Chris..." she begs, voice barely more than a whisper now. "I can't... I need you..."

Her words still ringing in her ears and adding fuel to the fire burning inside her, Gwen moans again as she presses closer against him, feeling his erection thrusting into her stomach. She kisses his neck, biting gently before suckling the spot of blood her nails drew out. "Yes," she whispers, voice almost a purr now as her hips begin to move once more, "I am..." Her head falls back again and her eyes slide closed in pleasure.

Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, their nipples hard as rocks as they rub against his chest. Gwen's fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she feels the need for release building ever higher inside her. "Fuck me, Chris," she groans out, unable to contain her desire any longer. "Please..." Her body trembles and quivers with every thought of him pushing deeper inside her, grinding against her clit in just the right way that sends shards of pleasure through her entire being. "I want... I need you..."

As her eyes change colors and she gives herself over entirely to the pleasure coursing through her veins, Gwen feels a sudden surge of passion and need for Chris. "Oh fuck yes!" She moans, arching her back against him as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against her clit perfectly. Her body quakes with each thrust, every muscle tightening in anticipation of release.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder now, nails drawing blood as she struggles to hold on and remain grounded while the waves of pleasure wash over her. "I'm yours," she gasps out, unable to contain the shuddering moans that escape her lips with each thrust. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with every movement, nipples hard as diamonds from arousal.

Her hips grind harder against him now, desperate for completion as her mind is consumed by need and desire, leaving only one thought behind: She wants to come, and she wants it with Chris. "Fuck me," she whimpers, biting down on her lower lip as her orgasm approaches, the tension coiled tightly in her core threatening to snap at any moment.

Her moans fill the room as Chris takes her roughly from behind, filling her up with his enormous cock and driving her wild with desire. Her hips buck against him instinctively, searching for more of him even as her orgasm ripples through her body. She gasps and sobs into the tabletop, every muscle tensing as she experiences a release unlike anything before.

Her breasts are forced flat against the cool surface, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his touch, but only serving to heighten the intense sensations coursing through her. With each thrust from behind, Gwen feels herself growing wetter still, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her completely. Her eyes flutter shut, a low moan vibrating in her throat as she struggles to remain coherent amidst the storm of passion that rages within her.

Her fingers dig into the table's surface, nails leaving tiny crescent moons in the wood as she fights to hold on through this mind-shattering orgasm. With every thrust, he pushes deeper still, claiming her completely and leaving her whimpering with pleasure as she comes undone in his powerful grip. "Oh God... Chris..." she whispers breathlessly, barely able to form words as her body is consumed by waves upon waves of exquisite release.

"I do... I love it..." Gwen moans, her words slightly slurred from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back further against him, her hips bucking wildly as she tries to match his forceful thrusts. Her fingernails scrape harshly across the table's surface with each movement, leaving behind trails of blood that mingle with her sweat and the fluids between her thighs.

Her breasts heave with every ragged breath she manages to draw in between gasps and moans, her nipples painfully hard as they scrape against the table's cool surface beneath her. The choker around her neck feels tighter than ever before, both amplifying her desire and adding another level of submission to their sexual play. "Oh God, Chris... don't stop..." she begs, arching her back again, searching for any angle that will take him even deeper inside her.

Her body convulses as her orgasm hits her like a freight train, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through every muscle in her core. Her grip on the table tightens, nails digging deeper into the wood as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her back arches impossibly high against him, her legs trembling from the effort of holding them straight as they quake beneath her weight.

With every stroke and thrust, he drives deeper into her, filling her with heat and pleasure until she's certain she can feel his length brushing against her womb. Her hips buck wildly, frantic to draw him even closer in this moment of blissful agony as wave after wave of release wash over her. With a final moan that sounds more like a howl, she collapses forward onto the table, spent and satiated from their passionate coupling.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her chest heaving as if it will tear free from her ribcage. Her nipples remain painfully erect against the cool surface of the table, her pussy still clenching and unfurling around him long after he's finally emptied himself inside her. As his cock twitches one last time within her, she feels another wave of heat spread through her abdomen, filling her with a warmth unlike anything else she's ever experienced.

With each shuddering breath and trembling moan, she tries to gather her scattered thoughts into some semblance of coherence. Her body still tingles with the remnants of pleasure, every muscle quivering from the onslaught of sensations that raced through her not moments ago. She feels exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze, her mind cloudy with lust as she struggles to remember who or what she is.

With a quiet whimper, she arches her back slightly, pressing herself further against the table in search of any remaining friction that might ease the burning need still coursing through her veins. Her fingernails scrabble uselessly at the surface as she tries to find purchase, her breasts heaving with each labored breath.

Her voice is little more than a whisper now when she finally manages to speak. "I don't... I don't know what happened..." She pauses, her brow furrowing in confusion and desire as it all comes back to her in a rush. "But I need you." Her eyes flicker up toward him, pleading for understanding and permission to continue. "Please... make me feel that way again."

Her body trembles with anticipation, aching to be taken roughly and claimed once more by his powerful presence. A flush spreads across her cheeks as she imagines what he might do to her next, leaving her breathless and giddy with anticipation despite the residual exhaustion in every muscle.

Her words are slurred as she manages to mumble through her desire-fogged mind, "Yes... Daddy's good girl... just want you..." Her legs spread instinctively around his waist, needing him to support her unsteady limbs. Her eyes glaze over as he speaks, mind lost in a haze of lust and submission. The sensation of being held against him, so strong and masculine, sends shivers down her spine and causes her core to ache for his attention once more.

"Daddy's girl wants..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as she lets out another soft moan at the feel of his rough hands on her body. With a nod, she urges him forward, needing him inside her again and wishing he would never stop. "I'm all yours... Daddy can have me however you want..." Her hips shift restlessly against his lap, seeking contact once more.

Her head lolls to the side as he carries her, exposing her neck and chest to him completely. A shudder runs through her entire body at the thought of what he might do now that she's fully surrendered herself to him. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to form the word around the need spiraling through her.

Her eyes flutter closed as her mind is flooded with new desires and urges, leaving her breathless and wanting. Her body feels hotter than ever before, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she thinks of nothing but having him inside her again and again. Her need has consumed her entire being, turning her into little more than a horny, slutty breeding machine.

Her hips grind against his hand, searching for any contact that will help ease the aching between her thighs. She moans longingly, the sound of it filling the room and echoing in her own ears as she wonders how much longer she can wait before giving into this insatiable need once more. "Please... Chris..." Her voice is thick with desire, barely above a whisper as she begs him to take her and breed her like the mindless slut she's become.

Her fingers twitch at her sides, itching to touch herself, to feel his seed leaking from her aching pussy or the throbbing ache in her empty womb where she longs for him to fill her once more. She squirms in his grasp, seeking friction against anything that might help ease the building pressure inside her, even if it means resorting to masturbating openly before him.

With a growl of desire and frustration, she pulls away slightly, just enough to free one hand from around his waist. It trembles in the air for a moment before reaching between her legs, fingers finding purchase on swollen folds as they begin to stroke in time with her heartbeat. "I need you..." she moans, her voice hoarse and desperate, eyes still closed as she focuses solely on the sensation of her own touch bringing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion once more.

Her hand moves faster against her swollen folds, hips thrusting into the air as she imagines his cock filling her once more and leaving his seed deep inside her. "Yes... I want to be yours," she moans, her words slurred from desire and lust. "I want you to breed me, make me carry your babies... let me be your good little housewife..." Her nails scratch roughly at her tender skin as she comes closer and closer, fingers curling tightly around herself as she seeks release from this building tension.

Her other hand reaches up, grasping at his forearm, digging her nails into his flesh as a low moan escapes her throat. "Please..." she whispers desperately, arching her back toward him in a silent plea to be taken again. The sensation of him inside her, filling her up and making her feel so wanted... it's all she can think about. She needs this release, needs him to make her his own, no matter what the cost might be.

Her voice hoarse and shaking with desire, Gwen whimpers, "Yes... I need you to breed me..." Her hips buck wildly against her hand as she comes closer to release, imagining him thrusting deep inside her once more. Her body trembles from the effort of holding back, every muscle tense and aching for his touch. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the pressure building inside her, needing him to ease it. "Please... Daddy..." she moans, arching her back as if offering herself up entirely to his possessive grasp.

Her eyes fly open as he pushes her down onto the bed, the air rushing from her lungs in a shuddering gasp. She stares up at him with wide, pleading eyes as his cock inches closer to her wet entrance. "No..." she whispers, her voice breathless and raw. "I... I'm just your dumb slut now." With a desperate moan, she arches her hips toward him, needing him inside her more than anything else in the world.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at the fabric as her body tightens and trembles in anticipation of his final thrust. "Please..." she begs, voice cracking with emotion. "Don't make me wait any longer." Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard as diamonds against the soft cotton of her shirt.

Her legs curl tighter around his waist, encouraging him to take her deeper, harder than ever before. There's no going back now; she knows this. She's given herself over to him completely, and there's nothing else that could possibly make her happier.

Her eyes go wide with desire as he grows larger and larger before her, pushing the limits of what she thought was possible. She moans his name, a shiver racing through her body as she feels herself growing wetter again in anticipation of him filling her up completely. "Fuck me, Daddy..." she gasps, arching her hips off the bed in offering, desperate to feel every inch of him inside her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching furrows through his skin as she struggles not to climax just from the sight of him. She can feel herself growing warmer, her womb aching for him to claim her as his own, ready and willing to do anything he asks of her now. "Put it in..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need and desire. "Claim me... breed me..."

Her body quakes from the effort of holding back, every muscle tight and tense as she anticipates the moment his massive cock finally pierces her entrance, driving deep inside and marking her as his forever.

Her body convulses as he fills her completely, stretching her limits in ways she never thought possible. A scream tears through her lips as his cock presses deeper still, driving into her womb with enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her hips buck wildly against him, hungry for more of this unyielding possession that claims her as his own.

Her nails scrape harshly down his back, leaving behind trails of blood and skin in their wake as she struggles to keep a grip on reality amidst the relentless wave of pleasure crashing over her. She's nothing but an animal now, driven by lust and desire for this man who has reduced her to little more than a vessel for his seed. "Oh God... Daddy..." she gasps, arching her back into him as he begins to thrust roughly, filling her up completely with each powerful stroke.

Her mind is lost in a haze of pleasure as his cock pounds relentlessly inside her, each thrust sending jolts of exquisite agony through her body. Her back arches and convulses with every powerful stroke, moans and gasps filling the room as he claims her again and again. She feels utterly helpless beneath him, unable to think of anything except his touch and the all-consuming desire that threatens to consume her whole.

As sweat pours down her face and her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm, she becomes increasingly certain that there's nothing he could do to her that would be too much, no pleasure too intense or demand too great. She belongs to him now; his breeding slut until the end of time. With each thrust deeper into her womb, she feels herself growing more and more attached, more content in this role as his possession than anything else she's ever known.

Her body responds to the intensity of his lovemaking, growing softer and more curvy with every orgasm that washes over her. Her breasts become fuller and heavier, nipples harder and more sensitive as they pucker against the air. Her hips widen and round, becoming irresistibly alluring as they jiggle with each thrust of his powerful cock inside her. Her bottom grows firmer and rounder, accentuating her femininity as she writhes beneath him.

Each time she comes, her mind feels cloudier, more focused on pleasure than anything else. She's losing herself in the sensations he's creating within her, becoming more willing to submit completely to his desires and whims. With every orgasm, another piece of her old self is stripped away, replaced by a need for him that grows stronger and deeper with each passing moment.

Her body has been utterly transformed by their passionate lovemaking, her curves becoming increasingly exaggerated with each passing orgasm. Her breasts are impossibly full and firm, pointing straight upward on her chest as they quiver with every breath she takes. Her hips have grown wider than ever before, accentuating the roundness of her backside and emphasizing the strength of her legs, now long and shapely despite years of running around as a superhero.

Her skin has taken on a healthy glow, her cheeks rosy from pleasure and arousal. Her eyes have grown wider, their irises now a mesmerizing shade of emerald green that seems to sparkle with each blink. Her hair is long and lustrous, falling in waves down her back as she tosses it over her shoulders in moments of passionate abandon. There's no denying the fact that Gwen Stacy has been thoroughly transformed into a bimbo goddess, perfect for servicing Daddy's every whim.

Her lips swell to become plump and inviting, their softness accentuated by the contrast of her bright red color. Her breasts continue to grow until they nearly touch her knees, becoming so heavy that it's a struggle for them to remain upright beneath the weight of her own flesh. The fat deposits in her hips spread outward, molding themselves into two succulent globes that jiggle with each thrust of Chris's hips. Her waist narrows almost impossibly, creating an hourglass figure that draws even more attention to the ample curves above and below it.

Her thighs grow thicker and meatier, straining against her skin as they support the weight of her lower body. They tremble with every movement, betraying her arousal and desire beneath the surface. Her ass cheeks round out even more, becoming firm yet yielding under his touch. The flesh there stretches taut across her bones, accentuating the shape of her curves as she arches her back in ecstasy.

Lastly, her pussy expands to become a cavernous depths, stretched and swollen from the frequent invasions of Chris's cock. It glistens with wetness, dripping onto the bed between his powerful thrusts as he continues to fuck her senseless, claiming her over and over again as his own personal breeding slut.

Her body quakes and trembles as he fills her up, each hot jet of his seed hitting the walls of her womb and sending a wave of pleasure through every inch of her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she cries out his name, unable to contain the intensity of this final release. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them helplessly as her body is claimed completely by him.

With a shuddering moan, she arches her back toward him, offering her neck and chest for his pleasure once more. The orgasm that washes over her is like nothing else she's ever experienced; it consumes every last bit of her energy and sanity, leaving her mindless and satisfied in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She feels completely his now, fulfilled and eager to please him however he desires.

Her breasts swell impossibly larger still as her body adjusts to the influx of his seed, each inch of her chest becoming heavier and more sensitive with every passing moment. Her nipples elongate further, becoming long, fat udders that drip with a thick, white liquid that runs down her heaving bosom. The skin around them tautens, feeling incredibly sensitive to even the lightest of touches as she arches her back, offering herself up for him to claim once more.

The weight of her breasts pulls them forward, their fullness spilling out over her chest and down her stomach, leaving a trail of milk along her belly button and lower abdomen. It's an achingly erotic sight that only serves to heighten the intense desire she feels for him; she yearns for his touch on her newly enlarged breasts, his lips around her nipples and his body pressing hers into the mattress beneath them.

As the horns sprout from her head and her tail grows out from behind, Gwen feels a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. These new additions to her body only serve to heighten her desire for Daddy's touch, making it impossible for her not to yearn for him whenever she looks at his chiseled frame or recalls the feeling of his cock filling her up completely. Her breasts ache with need, her nipples hard and sensitive from the weight of their milky load, begging for him to take what he wants and claim her as his own once more.

She arches her back, presenting herself to him as helplessly as ever before, eager to feel his rough hands gripping her swollen flesh and his powerful hips driving into hers again and again. Her body quivers with anticipation, her mind lost in the desire that binds them together, unable to focus on anything but serving him and bearing his children until the end of time.

With a satisfied moan, she watches as he pulls his cock free from her quivering body, her wet pussy gaping open and aching in the wake of their passionate coupling. Her hips twitch uselessly against the cool air, longing for him to fill her once more, but knowing that now it's time to rest and recover, allowing his seed to take root inside her.

Her breasts still feel heavy and sensitive from their newfound fullness; she cups them in her hands, squeezing gently as another dribble of milk trickles down her chest. She glances down at her body, taking in the changes he's wrought upon her with a mixture of wonder and pride. His mark is now etched onto every inch of her skin, branding her forever as his hucow slut. A shiver runs through her as she imagines the litany of ways she can be of service to him; her body hums with eagerness at the thought of it all.

Gwen sighs contentedly, feeling fulfilled and eager to please in this new role as his hucow breeding slut. Her body tingles all over with desire for him; she can't help but crave his touch, his cock inside her once more. The collar around her neck feels oddly comforting, like a symbol of her submission and dedication to serving him until the end of time.

With a languid stretch, she rolls onto her side, presenting him with her round, full ass as an offering. Her breasts sway enticingly above her chest, heavy and aching for his attentions; she wishes he could see the need shining in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to be used by this man who has claimed her so thoroughly, marked her body as his own and claimed her heart completely.