Big Reveal

Peter's stomach grumbled loudly, and his Aunt giggled softly, breaking the embrace.

"Well, let's get you home. It's getting late, and you've had a long day," she said, patting him gently on the shoulder.

They gathered their belongings and made their way to the car, the air growing cooler as the sun dipped below the horizon. They drove home in silence, listening to music, playing whole world, while still processing what had happened.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. He hadn't realized just how drained he was, mainly mentally, but still.

"Well, it has been a crazy day," he thought, the car's gentle hum soothing his frayed nerves.

After a short while, they pulled into the driveway. Peter opened his eyes, his body feeling heavy, like lead.

"Home sweet home," Aunt May said, the engine's gentle rumbling dying out as she turned off the ignition.

Peter sat up and grabbed his backpack, following his aunt into the house. As he entered, a sense of calm washed over him. This was his home now, and he felt like it for the first time.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," he said, his voice cracking slightly.

"Okay, honey," Aunt May said, smiling warmly.

Peter smiled and went up the stairs. He entered the bathroom, stripping off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down his back, washing away the stress and tension. He stood there for a while, letting the water soothe his aching muscles, his thoughts wandering aimlessly.

After some time, he started washing himself with soap. After some time of washing his hair he got slowly down his body and then to his dick and realized for the first time, just how gifted he now was, packing around 20cm only half erect, and around 25 when fully erected.

"Damn, I have a cock like a horse, I wonder how much bigger it can get one day, maybe even as big as my arm or something," he thought.

"But, what a surprise, no sign of gross pubic or ass hair, just a nice, long, and smooth cock" he wondered, feeling along its length. Then his mind drifted to his aunt and the way her sexy Body was pressed against him earlier.

His cock immediately started to grow and throb, the image of his Aunts nipples and tits appeared in his head which he had seen this morning, how she moved around, her body pressed into his and how his cock was pressed against her vagina, only fabric between them. He dreamt about the clothes not being in the way and how she pressed her naked body into his and how she would move her hips up and down, sandwiching his dickhead with her tits and pressing her vagina against his shaft.

He imagined his aunt moaning and kissing him passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth. His hand moved faster and faster, his cock swelling, the veins throbbing.

"Oh god, Aunt May," he moaned, his legs trembling as he pumped his cock, the water streaming down his face.

"Peter, are you okay in there?" Aunt May asked, her voice muffled through the door. "You're taking quite a while."

"I'm fine, just washing," Peter replied, his cheeks flushing as he slowed his stroking, trying not to cum, preparing for the case that she might decide to come in and check on his well-being.

"Alright, I'll be downstairs making dinner," she said.

Peter could hear her footsteps fading away, and he resumed his stroking. The pressure built within him, his balls tightening, the veins throbbing. He stroked his cock furiously, his mind racing, imagining his aunt coming into the bathroom and seeing him jerking off while moaning her name, which gave him the edge and his hips started bucking forth while bursts after bursts came out of his Cock, painting the wall and floor with his cum.

"Fuck, that was awesome" he thought after cumming for nearly 30 seconds long, his balls still not empty.

"I have to keep quiet and not make it obvious to her, but damn, I don't want to stop" he thought while looking at the shower that looked like someone spilled a bucket of paint on the wall.

"Hey system, did my sensitivity also get maxed" he asked, feeling weird asking the system a question in this kind of situation.

"Host, Yes, the Max human setting is also applied to the sexual organs and senses"

"Wow, so I could cum multiple times without going soft? That's amazing, can I just keep fucking till the heat death of the universe?"

"Host, unfortunately no, You need to eat and sleep regularly to keep your health up. Though, if the Host wants, it is possible to keep having intercourse with the female sex for some time. But you will need a partner with fitting stamina and resistance to do something intense like doing it for days"

"Wait, if Max Human is applied to all senses, does that also mean I feel Max pain? That would be terrible, especially in the line of work I want to start in" He thought distressed while trying to clean the shower with the shower head before the jizz dries up.

"Host, Yes and no, Your Pain receptors are also Max Human, but the system does not want you dead from neurogenic shock. Therefore, the pain you would feel is transformed into a tingling sensation, similar to what you experience when trying to wake up a sleeping arm."

"Okay, cool, that's way better than stepping on my own foot and ending up lying flat on the floor, crying from the pain."

After flushing the sperm down the drain, he looked down at his dick but knew he couldn't stay longer without worrying aunt may and making his fantasy real, which he thought about for a second but shook his head after thinking about the longtime consequences.

"It would probably be too risky and could fuck things up in the future," he thought, and grabbed his towel, drying himself off.

He went to his room and opened his closet filled with new clothes, grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt. He slipped into them, the fabric brushing against his skin, a new feeling he would have to get used to as it felt strangely good how the texture rubbed against his nipples balls and Dick. After pausing for a second and rubbing some places, getting horny again, he walked back downstairs, his stomach grumbling, and the smell of food filling his nose.

"Aunt May, that smells amazing," he said, his mouth watering as he entered the kitchen.

"Thank you, sweetie," she replied, smiling warmly.

She was standing over the stove, stirring a pot of pasta, her Sexy figure silhouetted against the fading light outside the window.

"I figured you would be hungry after such a long day," she said, turning to face him.

Her eyes met his, and she smiled.

"Come, sit. It's almost ready," she said, gesturing to the table.

He sat down, his stomach growling loudly.

"Wow, Peter, your appetite is something else," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy. I need to eat a lot," he replied, grinning sheepishly.

"Well, in that case, help yourself," she said, laughing as she set a plate of spaghetti in front of him.

Peter grabbed the fork and dug in, the delicious flavors exploding in his mouth. He devoured the food, savoring every bite.

"This is delicious, Aunt May," he said, his mouth full of pasta.

"Thank you, sweetie," she replied, beaming.

"Aunt May, do you think I can have more?" he asked, his plate already empty.

"Sure, just leave some for me," she replied, laughing.

Peter grabbed another plate and filled it with food, the hunger overwhelming him.

"Wow, Peter, I've never seen you eat this much," she said, her eyes wide as she watched him demolish the food.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungry," he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Don't apologize, sweetie. It's great to see you enjoying my cooking," she said, her face softening.

After finishing the second plate, he was still hungry and filled his plate with more spaghetti.

"Peter, are you sure you're not just trying to stuff yourself and get fat?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"No, I'm just really hungry. And you said to help myself, so I'm doing just that," he replied, grinning sheepishly.

"Yes, I know what I said, but it's not like you have to eat the entire thing," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

"I'll try not to," he said, his cheeks flushing again as he continued eating.

After a few more plates, Peter finally felt satisfied.

"That was amazing, Aunt May. Thank you," he said, his belly full.

"You're welcome, sweetie. I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied, smiling skeptically.

"You know Peter, you have acted up pretty different from usual, you talk to yourself, you eat for 3 People, Is really

not something wrong" She asked, a look of concern on her face.

"What? No, nothing is wrong. I'm just... excited," he lied, his cheeks flushing again.

"Peter, we both know that isn't the truth, is something wrong, did I do anything wrong" she asked, her voice cracking slightly, worry clearly written on her face.

"No, it's just, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you" he said silently, looking at his lap.

"Try me"

"Okay, but, please don't freak out. It's, uh... kinda crazy," he said, his cheeks burning.

"I'm not gonna freak out, now tell me what's going on," she replied, her expression softening.

He thought about if he should tell her the whole truth, but he knew that she would be destroyed when her little boy wouldn't be there anymore, so he decided to tell her just pretty much anything. In all the fiction that he read, Aunt may was always on his side when Peter showed her that he was Spider-Man, so he decided to just fuck it and tell her.

"Aunt May, I, uh... I got Powers" He said slowly.

"What do you mean by that, did you start doing drugs and are high right now?" She asked, anger rising in her voice.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, uh... I can... I can, uh..." he stammered, his cheeks burning as he struggled to find the words.

"Just say it" she said, looking angry at him

He thought about it but then remembered the movies and just jumped up and stuck with his hand to the ceiling.

"What the FUCK, HOW" She screamed and jumped back in shock.

"Aunt May, Please don't scream, I can explain, please" he said, and tried to calm her down while jumping from the ceiling, trying to not get scared himself.

"How, how can you do this" She said, her eyes wide as she looked at him, her body shaking in shock.

"It's, uh... It's a long story. Can we sit down on the sofa?" he asked, his cheeks burning as he made his way to the couch.

She nodded and followed him, her expression unreadable.

"Okay, so... you remember the accident that happened at Oscorp yesterday?" he gambled with the knowledge he got from probing her through the whole day.

"Yeah, of course, what does that have to do with anything," she replied, her expression softening.

"Well, after the accident, I started feeling weird, and then, today, in the morning, my body was tingling, and I noticed that I could, uh... stick to walls and ceilings," he explained, his cheeks burning as he avoided her gaze.

"I can't believe this, this has to be a dream, it can't be real" She mumbled and pinched her own arm.

"I know, but it is real. I can prove it," he said, his voice wavering.

"How, how can you prove that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Like this" he said, and started sticking his skin on the wall and walking around the room.

"Holy shit, this has to be a dream, or I'm high" She exclaimed, and pinched her arm again.

"Please don't hurt yourself, I'm real, and You're not on drugs. This is really happening," he said, his cheeks burning as he watched her stare at him, her expression unreadable.

"Okay, then prove to me, that this is not a dream, do something I wouldn't see in a dream"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but something crazy"

He went over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Crazy enough?"

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