SPIDERVERSE: DOUBLE TROUBLE (MJ/GWEN STACY TG)

"Dude we should go into that portal."

"WHAT?!"

Peter Parker, the neighborhood's friendly spiderman and his best friend Ned were in a bit of an argument on what to do. They weren't sure exactly what had caused the large, ominous portal that spawned in Peter's room while they were trying to finish their calc homework, but it didn't seem to be going away.

"The last time a portal like this spawned, a bunch of aliens came through! Plus I heard that Thanos's glove messed with the fabric of the universe so I don't think this is the right time to bring you along!"

"It hasn't done anything for an hour. C'mon Peter, I barely get to see you after Jameson doxxed you publicly. Besides I thought you said they were safe."

It was true, the limelight not something Peter really enjoyed, especially since everyone thought he had killed Quentin. Sure the Avengers had tried clearing it up, but there were a loooot of crazies who were convinced it was all a cover up. And as for the portal stuff, Peter only half understood what Banner had sent out, though he did say they were fairly benign, for now at least...

"Fine, but stay close, my suit is perfectly calibrated and has a shield for this kind of thing."

"Wait you have an interdimensional portal shield? And we're still debating this? I miss out on all the cool stuff so I am not missing out on this one okay? Besides I've always wanted to see another dimension. It'll be awesome!"

Ned still fanboyed whenever Peter took his suit out. To be fair so did Peter, it was still an impressive piece of technology and one of the last things he had gotten from Tony before he passed.

"Alright get on."

Peter stood awkwardly, ready to give his friend a piggyback ride.

"Uh... can't we do like, some other-"

"Do you want to go to another dimension or finish our derivatives worksheet?"

"Fine fine, just don't talk about this to anyone."

And so their first team up adventure began. It would also just happen to be their last…

The maelstrom of time and space had a distortion on both of them, the travel shockingly turbulent compared to how the time travel portals were described to Peter. A bevy of warning messages popped up on his suit, Ned and Peter feeling like humans put in a taffy pulling machine as the world warped around them, the two nerds holding on for dear life as it felt at some moments like they were being drawn and quartered, others like they were ramping forwards at warp speed. The two ended up completely dizzy and out of it by the time the portal finally let them out, coughing them into a random alley as they slammed into the ground hard.

"Urrgh I think I'm gonna vomit Peter..."

"Hey hey not on the- Suit?"

There were a few things immediately wrong that he noticed when he looked down. First, his suit was cracked, nearly straight down the middle as the neckline of the undermesh was turning purple. Second, he felt different, his skin feeling greasier, a quick pat of his chin finding stubble when he hadn't even had to shave yet. Third, his voice had sounded bassier, and as he looked at Ned chucking in the corner, he looked taller, older, but still pretty chubby.

"K-Karen what is happening right now?"

The suit's AI buzzed as its circuitry was being dismantled, designs worth millions fading into cheap, bargain brand fabric.

"BZZ Bad universe that BZZ already exists so trying to correct you BZZ fit into current adjacent wom- BZZZZZZZT!"

The rest was just static as the gold wires tore out, combining into a necklace around his neck while the electronics compacted and regressed, falling to the ground as a cheap flip phone that looked like a relic compared to what he used.

"Umm! Umm! Okay so we don't panic, we don't-"

It was at that point he noticed that the suit's neckline was diving way too low, spreading out as if making room for something. That's when his heart felt like it was going to explode, Peter unable to finish his quip as he screamed in agony.

He didn't know what was happening, scratching at his chest like a wild animal as it felt like his nipples were hot coals, something tearing through the muscle as he felt something squirming inside. Ned had finished up his puke session in time to hear Peter's screams, turning around to see his friend in a pink, mauve top swallowed in a green coat that looked like it came from Goodwill, the low cut giving him a full view as his friends nipples turned a violent shade of red, the flesh rippling as it began pushing outwards.

"HOLY SHIT DUDE! YOU'RE GROWING BRE-AHHHHHSTS!"

He was cut off as his shoes suddenly clamped like bear traps, the sound of bones cracking and flesh squirming not fun to hear after being nauseous, Ned stumbling as every step felt like some new horrific torture, his feet crunched into ground beef as his sneakers squeezed into red pumps, the heels extending out three inches as he awkwardly braced himself against a wall. He didn't know what was happening, only knowing that it hurt as his toes squeezed into the forms of the heels, feeling dizzy as his soles were arched, fat squeezed out of existence as the skin peeled away until two petite, pale feet peeked from the clutches of his new red heels, fibrous pantyhose spreading around them as the pain moved up his ankles and into his calves.

Peter felt like he was growing two extra heads, swearing his abs were going to burst as more and more fat swelled into them. He was left looking down at the horrific sight, grunting in pain as his vision grew less clear as his breasts came in, two massive, pearly tits blocking any view of his feet as he lurched forwards, gasping for air as they finished growing. It was hard to believe what he was seeing, two of the best tits he had ever seen growing out his chest, his mind racing as he moved his hand to give them a squeeze, certain this had to be a mistake. Instead it only confirmed it with a sudden rush of pleasure, Peter's cock hardening as his mind ached.

Ned was in as bad a state, not realizing yet that he had skipped past his college years straight to his mid 20's, the change in age the least of his worries as pantyhose swaddled and bore down on the outline of his calves. He really had to hold onto that wall, hearing and feeling as the pantyhose crept past his knees, pulling on the knobs until his femurs shattered, spikes of bone reforming and rebreaking until they were as long as was deemed necessary. It defied logic that gossamer such as that could mold flesh and crush bone, yet it did it with ease, every pain neuron flashing at once as his fat and muscle were squeezed upwards like tubes of toothpaste, a nauseous rush of mass shifting as the tan skin once again peeled away like the shed skin of a banana, further cracks in his tan complexion splintering from the knees outwards as they were squeezed together painfully.

"P-PLEEEEAAASE ST-NNGH-OP!"

He didn't know who he was asking, already begging for a relief from the pain, feeling the climb of pantyhose fully encase his hips as his cries were cut off from sudden pressure on his groin. Ned's nads were being squeezed like they were trying to stomp wine from his grapes, Ned seeing stars as the rest of his fat was repurposed, violently. Pantyhose gripped his cheeks, spreading them as wide as they could go, winching further and further until his hips splintered apart, pain filling his ass as blood and torn muscle quickly bloated into the seat of his pants. The mixture quickly thickened, mixing with the already abundant fat as it was all squeezed down, feeling like a bruise being punched repeatedly as the damage healed to a wide, womanly set of hips, curvy on the sides, and ill-fitting with his flabby thighs. The pull of his tan outer layer felt like tearing at a bad sunburn, pain racing through him as his thighs firmed up into thick pillows around his cock, but pleasure was the last thing on his mind as his boxers tightened to frilly, black panties.

"NO NO N-NNGH OHHH~ FUCK OH FUCK OHHHH FUUUUUCK!"

His hands couldn't stop once they gave his breasts a squeeze, treating them like stress balls as the only thing to counteract the pain of everything that followed. They felt so perfect in his hands, begging for each squeeze as the skin rippled, a few freckles popping up here and there as all hair receded into his body in a growing circle from his new funbags. It didn't matter that his voice was cracking, or that all the body hair fading felt like needles diving under his skin and swimming to his scalp, he had to focus on the one good feeling thing as red hair sprouted from his scalp, feeling like someone was roughly pulling at it as his facial features looked closer to a wave pool than anything human.

He had to ease up his grip as his nails grew, not wanting to mar his nipple play as softer, girlier hands dug into the flesh, his moans all girl as the waves died down, revealing plump lips, a cute pug nose and red, home plucked eyebrows. There were a series of unpleasantly loud pops that nearly deafened him, the up close sound of his ears shifting giving him a few minor concussions as new memories swelled from the damage, Spiderman now referred to in the third person. It felt wrong, Peter trying to hold onto his memories, repeating his own name yet the repetition only caused a new image to form of a dorkier looking guy working freelance at the Daily Bugle. No that wasn't Peter that was some other guy with the same name, he was SpidermaAHHHN! A sudden stab of warmth in his crotch made him buck as Petey moaned, a phantom tongue wrapping around his as he remembered a passionate kiss in the rain, his other hand moving towards his cock as he fantasized about the time he kissed Spiderman.

Ned meanwhile was too busy dealing with his own changes to look over at his best friend, grunting as the panties tightly wrapped around his groin as the lacy design on the front bunched together, forming a thin jut of fabric that stiffly shoved its way into the tip of his cock. What followed could only be described as torture, the panties twisting as they screwed his cock inside like a loose screw, tearing through the muscle behind as his balls were tightened by the screwing, his nails digging into the brick wall as he was left incapable of speech, only strained screeches that barely sounded human. It was a scraping type of pain that made his widened hips quiver, his pants shearing along their seams, floral patterns in pink and gold popping up over the blackening fabric as the waistband crawled up to his belly button. There was only the pain, tearing through chunks of memory, Nwed unsure how he was even staying conscious as his cock was twisted deeper and deeper into his bowels, the pressure finally reaching its zenith as it stabbed backwards into his prostate.

The rest was uncontrollable from there, the open skirt allowing all his seed to spill on the ground as muscle stabbed into his cock and balls, reeling it in like caught fish as the sensitive organs wriggled in protest. His balls spewed until nothing was left, tearing inside as his cock was little more than a stub, swallowed with a sudden aching gulp as his prostate contorted, pulling back into a proper womb. With his cock fully inside, it was immediately attacked by the surrounding muscle, an acidic burn melding it with the muscle until the pain shifted to blinding ecstasy, clear fluids jetting out as her pussy finished forming. She thought she was done with changes down there, groaning as her shirt turned fashionable, tightening further and further as it turned red. As all her fat was set to be squeezed till she popped, she squealed, her body finding a release as Nwen gave into the changes.

All Pety could do was pleasure himself, his brain locked in a constant feedback loop of either the most excruciating pain or the most otherworldly ecstasy, no middle ground as he became addicted to it. The red hair now fell down to his shoulders, more of his memories tearing inside as Aunt May went from his guardian to a neighbor, a middle aged woman to a more grandmotherly type. But he didn't want to think about her, his mind on Spiderman. Wait no HE was spiderman wasn't he? But didn't that mean his hands were then on Spiderman's co-

"GAAAAH~!"

He came, feeling his thoughts dribble down his thighs, just like his muscle, all of it fuel for the horny fire as he took great joy in playing with his cock. It felt like a stranger's with his breasts blocking the way, his hands so much cuter than the thing between his legs as he began to press down on it. He didn't want to play with it too long, the pain was still there, still overwhelming, but the faster he pushed it in, the faster he'd be finished, moaning as his computer savviness came out next, then his superhero knowledge, drooling as clear fluids poured from his shrunken tip, one ball imploding with a moist PLOP then another.

Each implosion sent a set of memories of mom and dad, his parents no longer distant, though part of him wished they would be. Shit he was thinking of downer stuff again and now his cock was getting soft. No wait it was already soft what was it doing down-

"AHHH~! AHHH NOOO I'M N-HAAAWT A WOM-AHHHHHHN~!"

SCHLICK

It didn't matter what she said, it didn't take long for Mery to start fingering her new slit, groaning as her own cock folded inside, spreading her hips as she felt her pussy override any other thoughts in her mind, a tear streaming down one eye as she knew this was about to be the end of something important.

Nwen wished she had given in sooner, the changes going much faster now that there was no more resistance. She wanted it to happen, aiding the sweater's squeeze with her own hands as she felt most of her fat liquify, groaning as a puddle of release squeezed out from between her thighs, her stomach drifting lower and lower until her sides and back crinkled like a spent drink pouch, her stomach completely flat save for small pot belly. That she didn't even wait for, sliding her hands under the lip and pulling up on it, more releases following as she dragged it up. It didn't matter that her growing nails were cutting ribbons of tan skin away, she just wanted her girls back, throwing her head back in victory as she felt the fat siphon upwards. She couldn't help how turned on she was, moaning as she felt up her perky tits, a jacket forming over a reduced frame that finished the squeeze on her arms, her voice now pivoting to a high, haughty tone.

There was something in the back of her mind that was panicking, trying to stop something from happening, but she couldn't find the room to care, her mind drifting to Parker, that cute try hard dweeb who always tried so hard. She bit a lip at the thought, feeling her panties dampen as it swelled up like her clit, her nose's bridge rising as it shrank, the bulb of her nose popping out more prominently with shrunken nostrils. Gwen spat out a sour lump in her throat, her fingers clutching at the bits of tan dotting her head, tearing them away like a spa facial, revealing perfect makeup and features that just begged for a camera to capture. There was a final round of begging from some corner of her mind, but she just silenced it with a thrust of her left hand, blonde hair exploding from Gwen Stacy's pretty little head as she grinned at the sight before her. She didn't know why MJ was moaning so loudly in the corner, but she'd figure out how to get her away from Peter, even if it was turning her on to watch.

Mery was fingering herself like she only had a few minutes before her next shift, trying to finish as fast as possible as each thrust erased another memory, another piece of her changed over. Her fingers were driven deeper by the cheap panties, stretched tightly over her ass, her thighs squeezing tighter together as they thickened. She was trying to fuck the pain away, ignoring the tearing stretch of bloat, the way her knees snapped together or the grinding carve against her bone as her calves rounded. All she focused on was Peter as her shoes finished shrinking down to plain flats, a final spurt ending it as she stumbled about, confused where she was or what she was doing, the pleasant ending ruined the second she saw that bitch Gwen Stacy smirking at her.

Thankfully she didn't have to prove anything, remembering why she was waiting around as Peter came around to pick her up. The second she saw him, all felt right in the world, like she was fully settled into something she couldn't put a finger on. And of course she basked in Gwen's dirty looks as she put her arm around her boyfriend, making sure to gloat in her face as subtly as she could.

"Oh hi there Gwen, I know you and Peter know each other from uh, school right? He's just such a great boyfriend though he's only mentioned you once or twice."

"So what's the moral of the story Miles?"

"Uh, don't destroy this reality doohickey thing?"

"Eh, close enough."

Elsewhere in the multiverse, Gwen was showing Miles Morales the importance of NOT losing your reality stabilizer if he didn't want to gain a punk haircut and a pair of tits. She always forgot how steamy the end of a universe adjustment got, but at least there wasn't a surprise lesbian sex scene she was showing him.

"Uh what's gonna happen to those two?"

Gwen raised her shoulders in a shrug.

"I don't know, their universe'll probably deal with it or someone else will take up their mantle, but just remember, be really careful with your-"

"Yea yeah I know. I'm not stupid you kno-"

CRACK

In the middle of his profession of being smart, Miles's hands slammed a bit too far back, cracking his reality stabilizer against a wall as it sparked and died on his wrist.

"Oh crap! Oh crap! Wait we have time before it- Ooooh~!"

Gwen sighed as she watched blonde start to sprout from his hair, his face quivering as it looked more and more like she was looking in a mirror as he began to moan. Perhaps she thought too soon about that whole lack of a steamy lesbian sex scene. Well, it's not her fault he didn't listen…