Commission

  Themes: Aphrodisiac, Big Dick, Mind Break

  Summary: A genderbent Green Goblin uses an experimental Pumpkin Bomb on Peter, believing it will permanently disable his spidey sense. Needless to say, Norma Osborne must have mixed her chemicals incorrectly somewhere along the line...

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  He's tired. Not physically really, but mentally. So maybe he doesn't hold back as much as he should as he buries his fist in Green Goblin's gut. Maybe he puts a bit too much strength into it. It's fine. The Goblin Armor that his 'nemesis' wears does crater inwards a bit… but its fine.

  "Ack!"

  As Green Goblin drops to her knees at his feet, Peter Parker, currently dressed as Spider-Man, lets out a sigh.

  "… It's over Norma. Just… stay down."

  The crazy mask of the Green Goblin costume tilts back to look up at him, a rictus of a grin spread across its face as his childhood best friend's mother cackles up at him.

  "That's what you think… Spider-Man!"

  And then she whips her hand around, revealing that she'd been hiding one st Pumpkin Bomb out of view. Peter's eyes widen beneath his own mask as his Danger Sense responds rather sluggishly to the threat. He's truly taken by surprise as Norma Osborne, mother to Harry Osborne and CEO of Oscorp, tosses it at his feet.

  Immediately, a hot pink smoke begins to flow out, filling the air around them in a cloud. Peter would normally receive a lot more warning of such a thing and be able to hold his breath beforehand, but he's caught off guard in a big way and winds up sucking in a deep breath of the stuff.

  Norma does the same though, seemingly not too worried about whatever she just dosed them both with judging by her cackling.

  "Ahahaha! I win, Spider-Man! Even if you've beaten me today, I've just made my eventual victory inevitable!"

  What? More than a little confused and quickly waving the smoke from the Pumpkin Bomb out of the way, Peter stares down at Norma in confusion. He doesn't feel any different… he feels fine. And she breathed in whatever that shit was too, so he knew it wasn't like… super cancer or something equally dastardly.

  "Norma… what the hell did you do?"

  No sooner do those words leave Peter's mouth then he finally starts to feel the effects of the Pumpkin Bomb. Specifically down in his groin. But there was no way… right?

  "Hehehehe… doesn't matter if I tell you now, there's no fixing it. Ahh… I've removed your infuriating little danger sense, Parker! PERMANENTLY!"

  … Wait what? Peter furrows his brow at that, because that's not what he's feeling right now at all. Admittedly, his Danger Sense, also sometimes referred to as his 'spidey sense' by less reverent types including himself, wasn't exactly bring right now or anything. However, he could still feel it in the back of his mind… there wasn't any sort of absence, permanent or otherwise.

  "Uh… no you didn't, Norma."

  On the other hand, even as Norma Osborne goes still at his feet, Peter is feeling a certain sort of way. Namely, his crotch is starting to get more and more uncomfortable as his cock gets harder and harder. At the same time, looking down at the way Norma's half-shattered armor hugs her curves… well, Peter didn't want to say Harry's mom was a MILF… but she was definitely a MILF. A total cougar to boot.

  "I… what? No, I definitely… I got it right… what is… what's happening? Why do I feel… this way?"

  Yeah, she'd definitely fucked up. And now they were both paying the price, because it seemed Norma Osborne, in her pursuit of a chemical concoction capable of disabling Peter's danger sense… had somehow messed up badly enough to create an extremely potent aphrodisiac instead.

  "I… I…"

  Peter wishes he could say he kept his wits about him. He wishes he could say he fought hard to maintain his self-control. But seeing Norma's defeated, confused, and most importantly curvy form swaying on her knees in front of him… fuck it.

  Reaching forward, Peter grabs hold of the top of the Green Goblin mask… and proceeds to rip it off of Norma's head altogether, tossing it aside. As a result, wide brown eyes stare up at him from underneath a curtain of matted brown hair as plush, feminine lips open and close wordlessly.

  "You did this to us, Norma. This is your fault… so you're going to have to help me fix it."

  With that, Peter reaches down and frees his cock from its confines. Obviously, on long patrols like his, being able to take a piss without removing half his costume was a necessity. And so his cock, growing harder and bigger and thicker by the second, comes flopping out directly in Norma's face, the cougar whimpering in disbelief as her eyes cross at the sight of it.

  "… S-So big…"

  "Yeah, the girlfriend certainly isn't compining."

  Reaching out, Peter grabs ahold of Norma's head with a hand. The viliness goes still at this, both of them knowing he could crush her skull like a grape with one flex of his fingers. He would never do that under normal circumstances… but right now Peter is feeling far from normal.

  Holding her head in pce, he steps forward while lifting his throbbing erection up with his other hand.

  "Open and suck, bitch. Time to put the gobbling in goblin!"

  It's a testament to the effects of the unintentional, incredibly potent aphrodisiac that Norma doesn't protest or comment about the terrible joke. Nor does she try to bite down. Instead, having zeroed in on Peter's cock by this point… she ultimately barely resists as he pushes into her wide open mouth and slides along her tongue towards the back of her throat.

  "… Gluughk!"

  A groan leaves Peter's lips, even as the first choking sound leaves Norma's. He pushes and pushes, making her gag some more on his fat cock while shuddering in response to how wet and hot her mouth is.

  "Fuuuck… should have done this to you years ago… put you in your pce… you fucking bitch."

  The words feel strange to Peter's muddled thoughts. He would never talk like that, not even to his worst enemy… who was in fact the woman literally kneeling at his feet right now. And yet… and yet the words feel right. Just as using Norma Osborne's mouth like a goddamn fleshlight feels right.

  "Take it! Take every st inch!"

  Peter's barked command comes on the back of him beginning to thrust in and out of Norma's mouth and throat rather rapidly, forcing her lips and nose all the way to the base of his sizable cock and then back again. Choking, gagging, gurgling noises quickly fill the abandoned warehouse where their test showdown had been taking pce and tears quickly form and fall down Norma's cheeks.

  "Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

  Even among those tears and choking however… Norma's hands don't bother trying to push Peter away. Nor are they at all idle. Instead, the cougar of a viliness starts to frantically tear away her armored costume, ripping it off her body piece after piece as she gurgles and gags her way up and down Peter's cock.

  Exposing more and more of her form, the fifty year old MILF proves just how bullshit superpowers can be. Norma might not be as strong as Peter, but her own set of superhuman abilities did give her a stronger physique than your average woman… and that seemed to transte into giving her the body of a female athlete closer to her te twenties, rather than the fifty year old cougar Peter knew her to be.

  Looking down past her bulging cheeks, teary eyes, and obscenely stretched lips, Peter finds himself admiring her body as she strips naked for him and then feverishly begins to fondle herself. Her hands alternate between pinching at her nipples and fingering her cunt down between her thighs, all the while her moaning is interchangeable with her choking and gagging on his cock.

  Finally though… Peter can't hold back any longer. Deciding he wants to see her pstered with his cum, he pulls out of Norma's mouth and throat at the st second and uses his grip on her skull to hold her in pce with her head tilted back as he proceeds to paint her face white with his seed.

  He's not nice about it either… Peter decides to bme that on the aphrodisiac heightening his aggression on top of his libido, even as he purposefully aims some ropes of seed to pster Norma's eyes shut and blind her while covering her from forehead to chin with jizz.

  When he's done… she's still moaning wantonly and piteously, humping her own hands like a feverish bitch stuck in a rut. And Peter… Peter is still rock hard, his cock fully erect and his balls heavy with his next load.

  "Fuck… what the fuck did you do to us; you dumb fucking bitch?"

  Groaning, Peter decides right then and there that he's not holding back anymore. While part of him does whisper that he's not acting like himself… the far greater whole is in consensus that if anyone deserves for him to snap and let loose, it's going to be Norma fucking Osborne, the bane of his goddamn existence.

  Of course, SHE clearly expects him to fuck her in the pussy, to make this a pleasurable experience for both of them. But… fuck that shit.

  With a growl, Peter uses his enhanced strength to yank Norma up off of the ground and into the air. Spinning her around, he holds her aloft while spreading her legs apart. The naked cougar moans, her fingers spying her pussy lips wide for him… but of course, Peter isn't going for that hole.

  Instead, he lines up so that his fat, throbbing, rock hard member is pointed directly at her asshole instead. And then he pushes up between her cheeks and searches out purchase in her anus.

  "Wha- that's not… not that hole, P-Peter!"

  "Fuck you, Norma! You think you get to make decisions here?!"

  "But I've never-OH GOD!"

  The fifty year old MILF admitting that she's never experienced anal sex before is ultimately cut off as Peter sms her ass down onto his cock rather brutally. Her enhanced durability allows her to take it without actually splitting open in a bloody mess, but that doesn't mean she's not still screeching in agony as her asshole is stretched by something bigger than anything it's ever had in it before.

  Her pained cries and whimpering squeals are music to Peter's ears in his current mindset. She deserves this. She deserves all of this and fucking MORE! With a snarl, he starts to bounce Norma up and down on his cock, fucking her ass in a standing position with all his strength.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The audible sounds of flesh spping against flesh fill the warehouse as Spider-Man takes his anal pound of flesh from Green Goblin. As he sms his nemesis down onto his cock again and again, Norma is reduced to sharp cries and mewling whimpers… and ultimately, something new entirely.

  "Oh god, oh god… d-don't stop… please, more. MORE, PARKER! FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ANUS HARDER!"

  The aphrodisiac is clearly putting in overtime turning pain into pleasure. Peter can't help but be disgruntled by that a little bit. He wanted to punish Norma, but instead it sounded like she was really starting to enjoy it. Growling, he reaches up with one hand and wraps it around Norma's throat from behind. This has the result of both choking her begging off as well as putting more of her weight onto his cock, causing him to slide deeper up into her bowels.

  "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You fucking bitch… where do you get off asking me for anything? Do you know how many people you've hurt? People you've killed? Do you know how much damage you've done to me and everyone else around you?"

  Whimpering, Norma quivers and shudders, speaking as he alleviates his grip on her neck ever so slightly.

  "S-Sorry… so sorry! I'm s-sorry! I'm a bad g-girl! I'm a b-bitch! Please… punish me! I'll be good from now on… M-Master!"

  Peter wishes he could deny the effect that hearing her call him 'Master' has on him. But… there's no point. It's just the two of them after all, and hearing her apologizing and naming him her Master does in fact make his throbbing cock surge all the harder. He liked the sound of it… he liked it a lot.

  "That's right Norma. I'm your Master. From now on, I'll be making sure you don't ever harm anyone ever again… you hear me?"

  With that he starts bouncing Norma's ass on his cock even harder and faster, taking her rather brutally and harshly as she squeals for him and nods her head to the best of her ability.

  "Yes Master! Yes, yes, YES!"

  Peter just grins, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction filling every part of his being as he lets out a shuddering breath while continuing the complete and utter degradation and anal annihition of his former enemy.

  After all… there's a lot of bad blood to work through there…

  -x-X-x-

  Gwen Stacey hums to herself as she walks up to the door to the apartment she shares with her boyfriend, Peter Parker. She unlocks the door and steps inside without really thinking about it, not expecting Peter to be home at this point because he would usually be on patrol. Even though Gwen stayed at the b te again, Peter almost always stays out even ter, protecting New York City as Spider-Man.

  So yeah, when she finally looks up from her absentminded locking of the apartment door behind her, Gwen lets out a startled half-scream that's ultimately aborted as she stares, sck jawed, at the sight before her.

  Peter sits in their living room's one ratty armchair, completely naked, his muscur body on full dispy. Well, almost full dispy… because down between his legs, wearing nothing but a colr attached to a leash wrapped around one of Peter's fists… is a woman bobbing up and down on his cock like it's her sole mission in life.

  "Hey Gwen… you did say you wanted a sex pet, right? Sorry, I know you probably wanted to pick one out together… but things sort of fell into my p, as it were."

  Gwen's mouth opens and closes as she stares at the words 'Property of Peter & Gwen' written in marker across the brunette's ass. Finally, she walks forward, needing to know who the hell they're dealing with. When she finally sees who it is, however, her shock only grows.

  "Norma Osborne?!"

  The cougar gnces her direction for half a moment before focusing back on the cock she's fervently sucking on. Peter, meanwhile, just sighs and shrugs.

  "Yep."

  "Wha… why… how?!"

  "Long story. You want to hear it now… or after we finish breaking this bitch in together?"

  Gwen stares, not used to Peter talking like that. If anything, she was the more perverted of the two of them, and yes, she HAD jokingly mentioned that they should get a live-in sex pet one of these days. Possibly MJ if her modeling career ever fell on hard times.

  But in that moment, staring at her hung stud of a boyfriend offering either sex or expnation… the scientist in Gwen wars with the pervert. As… the pervert always wins. With a wicked grin, Gwen shucks off her shirt and begins stripping the rest of her clothes off as well, eager to join in on the fun~

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