Wait what? I wrote something? Here's the honesty: My current job is keeping me extremely busy and as Mondor and Color will be attest I have ideas but no motivation to write them. So here we are. I hope you enjoy it. In addition: I've received many emails in the last few days so I'm positing part 1 of a 2 part

"Felicia!" It seemed for the 100th time they were playing this cat and mouse game. Felicia racing away from Peter while he vainly tried to pursue her. "Wait!"

"Can It Parker! I don't need you! Stop harassing me!" Her full rear end raced even further away from him. Is she wearing a thong? Peter's arachnid enhanced vision focused on the wrong details as he continued to chase after her.

He saw her turn the corner and sped up; completely ready to catch the compulsive thief. A flash of white passed in front of him as he followed her maneuver; instinctively he grabbed after it. "Got you now Fel…Mmph!"

"Cat got your tongue?" Felicia teased pressing the mop further into his face.

"Mmph!" He tried to dodge past it but she always knew exactly where he was gonna be next. Even as he struggled he couldn't help but admire the way her breasts shook with every movement.

"I'd love to stay and chat Spidey, but you got another fight ahead of you." Felicia aka Black Cat made a puckering sound with her lips as she dropped the cleaning implement; quickly disappearing out of sight. What did she mean by that?

"Peter Parker!" He knew that voice. Oh no. He thought. It could be soft and feminine but right now it has the tone of an angry banshee. "You got some explaining to do!"

Peter gulped, holding the mop protectively in front of him; trying in vain to avert Gwen's wrath. She grabbed him and started hauling. "Let's go!"

With surprising strength Gwen dragged Peter back to his apartment; hauling him up the stairs before ripping open his unlocked door and tossing him inside. She tapped one foot and adjusted twirled a stray lock of hair. Something he would have found adorable if Gwen didn't look so terrifying.

"Well?"

"I...uh…" Peter stumbled in his explanation.

"Chasing after Felicia? What's wrong with you Peter? You're my boyfriend not hers!"

"Well…"

"I don't suppose this has anything to do with the treat I arranged for you last month?" She accused. "I give you a gift and this is how you thank me?"

Gwen left out the part that she approached Felicia as she was too terrified and shy to attempt something like that on her own. Peter was on trial here, not her. "You haven't been around for days and when I finally catch up to you what are you doing? Chasing after my friend Felicia Hardy like a lovesick puppy."

"I was wrong to give you that chance Peter." Gwen stomped out of the apartment knocking over bits and pieces as she went. "Give it up Peter! You have to choose; me or her!"

She slammed the door with enough force that his bills fluttered to the ground. On top was his rent notice. "Crud."

Behind him a familiar mane of white blonde hair fluttered in the window. "Girlfriend problems Spiderman?"

He was too dejected to even argue, much less turn to face her. "Not now Felicia."

A finger waggled. "Tsk, tsk. I'm on duty. It's Black Cat."

"Whatever."

"Oooh, why so grumpy Spidey. Girlfriend problems?" ?" Boots clattered on the floor as she forced her way in. Felicia approached the arachnid superhero and turned him around. "You'll get her back. You always do. But A for effort. That deserves a reward."

She lead him back to the couch, his member swelling with anticipation. It had been several weeks since their last encounter that lead to him coating both Felicia and Gwen with his cum. Incidentally, it had been several weeks since he's got to experience another release; so much so that his testicles felt extra heavy against his thighs and his member seemed to react to even a glance at the opposite sex. With a rough shove she sent him into the furniture; coming up between his legs.

"Mmm feeling hefty there Spiderman. Have you been holding out on us?" A gleam danced across Black Cat's green eyes. Her fingers felt up his all too full balls causing an ever increasing erection. "Perhaps I should reward them instead. Now close your eyes."

Peter was powerless to protest against her and her efforts. Felicia's touch was electric as she traced his musculature. He felt her come closer; her hot breath beating against his shirt and goose-bumped skin. A hand slunk around his neck and pulled him to a kiss. A kiss that he found himself melting into; readily returning. Her mouth opened and her tongue pressed into his own. Peter was ready to return the favor when something cold came in as well. He gagged, coughing several times before spitting up an emerald.

"What's this!?" Peter demanded.

"Just a jewel from a robbery I did not commit." She replied with a giggle and smile that melted his heart. Already she was hanging upside down from his window. "See you around Spidey."

Spider-Man grumbled. He should be happy but satisfaction seemed to escape him. "You know you really shouldn't do that. Any more struggle and the entire building might come crashing down with you under the the police will be by soon."

Rhino continued to struggled uselessly against the wall. During the fight Spider-Man had lead him to a construction side and simply doged on attack after another. Eventually Rhinos well rhino part had taken over and he had charged had first at him. Of course Spidey was easily able to dodge this one as well and as a result Rhino had charged headfirst through a 3 meter thick wall. Luckily or rather unlikely for Rhino, his head seemed to be his toughest body part because only it managed to break through. The rest of his body continued to be stuck on the other side of the wall."Get me outta here Spider-Man so that we can settle this like real man. No more jumping around. Just one last battle!"

Peter walked over to where he had left his camera. Picking up the device he turned back to the animalistic villain. "And here I thought that you were supposed to be a Rhino and I a Spider. Smile!"

Rhino complained, roaring and struggling again as Peter snapped away. "Great pose! Now look left...great! Okay just one more! This one's for the cover."

With a final click the shutter took its final picture. "You know you should really consider a change in career. If Arnold managed to become a movie star I don't seem why you can't as well. You already got his way of speaking down!"

"Spider-Man!"

"Later!" Peter returned to his bag, stopping when he reached inside. Instead of his lens caps he pulled out another fist sized gem. "Huh?"

Examining the oversized amethyst Peter stiffened as he heard a distinct noise. "Tsk, tsk."

"Black Cat!" Peter looked up to find his femme fatale perched above him; barely making out her green eyes in the darkness.

"The one and only." She seemed to twist around. "I didn't want you forgetting about me."

Like I could even if I tried. He held out a hand to stop her; forgetting for a moment he had webbing. "Fe...Black Cat Wait!"

"See you around Spider-Man." And with that she was gone, out of his grasp for the second time this week.

"Girl trouble?" Rhino stopped his struggling and snickered at his captor.

"Quiet."

Peter stumbled through the narrow halls of his apartment complex. Why'd I wait so long? He wondered as he struggled to maneuver the overstuffed laundry basket down into the laundry room. I thought Harry said we were getting attached laundry. Peter whined internally.

Stumbling through the last few steps, Peter's shoe caught the lip of the door. Spider-Man May have caught himself, but Peter did not. Laundry went flying as he went down; the unfortunate hero landing face first in his own basket. Maybe I should just stay here.

A strong feminine giggle destroyed that fantasy. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but….oh….Peter? Is that you?"

"Huh?" Peter removed his head from the basket; one sock stubbornly cling to his face. He removed it and immediately wished to dive back inside his dirty laundry.

"Do you remember me?" Red hair fell artfully over a face Peter couldn't hope to forget in a million years. Oh no. Gwen may have been his girlfriend, well ex girlfriend at the moment, but there was a

always another girl that he dreamt about. Mary Jane Watson: The girl next door. Literally in this case. They grew up next to each other, went to high school together. Yet she was popular, he was not. That did stop her from invading his fantasies and dreams. "Hello, earth to Peter! You in there tiger?"

Tiger. Her pet name for anyone that struck her fancy. He must have been staring dumbfounded for ages before his brain rebooted. When he finally spoke it came out in one long sentence. "No, hey MJ, I can call you MJ right? What are you doing here? I thought you went to Chicago? Or was it Los Angeles? Acting right? Get any big roles?"

Mary Jane blinked rapidly then giggled again. "Same old Peter." Pulling back she sighed. "Life has taken me back here. But what are you up to?"

"Just you know." Peter left out all the details. By the all the details, he meant everything. Not much, got bit by a radioactive spider and now fight crime under an alias, but how are you doing?

"I see." MJ moved back and started collecting his clothing that remained scattered throughout the room. "Is this a mask?"

Uh oh. Peter watched in silent horror as she plucked his Spider-Man mask up off the floor. "Umm yeah?"

"Oooh, is it Spider-Man? It looks so real!"

"Well I try, I was thinking of going as him for Halloween."

"Peter? Parties?" She laughed again in that melodious voice of hers. "You sure have changed a lot. Can't say I don't like it."

"What?"

Mary Jane dropped the mask back in the pile with the rest of his laundry. "We should get coffee sometime, you know catch up on things?"

"I...well...that would be great." What am I getting into.

"Good," she went over to her own laundry and picked it up. He couldn't help but stare as she bent at the waist, blue jeans riding up her butt. Marching past, she turned at the door and looked at his prone form with a wide smile. "I'll see you around, 'Spider-Man'"

Peter lay in bed just staring at the ceiling. Nearly a week had past since his fight with Gwen and he was letting things cool off. Maybe too much. "And now MJ wants to get coffee."

He felt his member engorge as his thoughts strayed to the bizarre situation he found himself in. It was every man's dream to find such a bevy of beautiful ladies at his call. The beautiful Gwen, the feisty Felicia, and now the sultry Mary Jane. Yet the situation was delicate at best. His hand strayed down to his member, already at half mast.

His catholic upbringing was once again at risk as he enjoyed the feelings coursing through his system. His enlarging member greedily drank up the ministrations his hand wrought upon it; thickening to its' full 13 inch length in just a few pumps. He could picture all three ladies in his mind. Peter licked his lips at the thought of them. Just a few weeks ago he had Gwen and Felicia both kneeling before him as he stroked his powerful member until he unleashed a torrent of cum onto the pair.

He felt his member jump at thought; releasing a tiny burst of jizz stored within his oversized gonads. Oversized was the right word. That and overburdened. It had been a long series of weeks since that fateful day and he hadn't had the time to unload his testicles. As Peter traced them with his free hand he picked up each one in turn. Swollen, larger than a tennis ball, and heavier than a pool ball. That's how they felt in Spiderman's hand. Geez, how am I able to move around. He wondered as he massaged each tender ball. If Gwen was here. His thoughts turned to his girlfriend, or was it ex-girlfriend? It didn't matter.

In Peter's fantasy she was standing before him once again. Her hands massaging those small but firm breasts of hers. Her kissable lips in a curled into an adorable pout. His member strained again at the image of his girl. After that incident she confessed that she had no idea what she was doing and that Felicia was the one that egged her own. Returning to his member he felt up the throbbing tool. In the dim light of his room he could make out the red tinged head, how it was aching for him to rub its entire length; indulge in his fantasies of all three women.

That wouldn't be right. He thought, guilt overtaking his desire to jerk. With no small amount of regret he released his throbbing member and straining balls. They'll have to find another to release themselves, for tonight wasn't going to be theirs. As much as they wanted and as much as he wanted it, Peter had to stop. His member jerked once, trying in vain to instill some amount of pleasure into its' owner but it was no use. Quick to engorge to full size, his member took several moments to return to its' flaccid state. A small drool of precum escaped the tip; pooling on his stomach.

Peter sighed. He had to win back Gwen.

Peter rubbed his chin, hoping the bags under his eyes were too noticeable. He didn't sleep well last night. His swollen balls were unable to find a proper position. Worse yet were the dreams of Gwen, Felicia and Mary Jane dancing through his brain. In front of him Mary Jane stood at the coffee shop, assaulting the barista with a barrage of instructions on how to make her mocha..latte..frap...what? Peter shook his head, but widened his eyes as she jerked a thumb back at him "He's got me."

"Order sir?" The barista looked about two coffees away from snapping.

"Just black."

"Size?"

"Medium." He watched in muted horror as the poor man punched an inordinate number of buttons for just a coffee. The cashier then repeated a whole mess of gibberish that Peter presumed was their order.

"12.58 Please." Peter gulped, not expecting coffee to this expensive. With a nod he swiped his card; pleased that declined did not flash across the register. It was worth it when Mary Jane saddled up to him.

"Thanks for getting that Tiger."

"No problem." He watched Mary Jane's tight denim clad behind as it sauntered away. Evidently he was supposed to follow despite his desire to just stand and watch it bounce. Dumbly, he followed the embodiment of his high school lust to a table in the corner. "So what has the famous Mary Jane Watson been doing?"

The redhead looked at her hands before speaking. Before she could respond a voice screamed out from the counter. "Packer!"

"I got it." He slid out from the table and approached counter. "That's Parker."

"Whatever." The barista slid over the two drinks and went back to his station. When he returned, armed with both cups of what he presumed was coffee Mary Jane was the one going on the offensive. "So what has Peter been up to?"

"I've been you know. Around, got into Empire State University. Somehow managed to get a scholarship form Stark Industries for a paper I wrote."

"Wow that is amazing Peter. What was the paper about?" Mary Jane seemed genuinely interested in his topic."

"In short: Quantum Energetics."

MJ gave him the same look she had always given him in the past when he had talked about a subject that she had no idea about. A mixture of amused smile and rolling her eyes.

"Heh sorry. Basically a way of getting a huge amount of energy by colliding atoms."

"What about the rest of you? All these changes: got a girlfriend?"

"Yes," Then he remembered their earlier fight. "Sorta?"

Mary Jane gave him a rueful look and sipped her beverage. "Care to explain that?"

Do I explain that I had a quasi threesome with Gwen Stacey? MJ would never believe that. I bet she doesn't even think I have a girlfriend. "Well, we're sorta broken up at the moment. I'm always running late to things, and class and…"

"So who's the girl?" MJ asked, ignoring his explanation.

"It's, uh, I don't know if you know her Gwen Stacy."

"Gwen Stacy!" She shouted causing several people to look over at them. He blushed and she quieted down. "Gwen Stacy?"

"Yes." Mary Jane leaned back in her chair. She knew Gwen from high school, it was impossible not to. The blonde had a bubbly, friendly personality that made everyone love her. But how'd she get with Peter? She wondered. What does she see in him? Before she could question him further her purse beeped. Mary Jane glanced at her phone and stood abruptly. "Sorry Pete, I gotta get going. Audition."

"Good luck." Peter moved to stand but she waved him down.

"See around Tiger." Mary Jane turned away from him and bent at the waist to retriever her purse. What he saw caused him to nearly choke on the coffee he was sipping. Mary Jane's butt was a mere foot away from him. With his spider enhanced vision he saw the outline of her underwear. Looking closer he noticed it was a thong. All too quickly the redhead straightened up and started to move away. Peter didn't even notice her looking back over her shoulder with a knowing smile instead his eyes were glued to her behind as it shimmed; gyrating up and down hypnotically. With every step the straps of her thong kept creeping higher and higher. It wasn't long until they had reached the bottom of her baby blue shirt.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Hmm?" Peter snapped out of his examination of Mary Jane's behind by another soft voice. His eyes darted over and his heart sank. Buried behind a pair of sunglasses and a large cup of coffee was Felicia. There was no way she could hide her impressive mane of white blonde hair. As the cup lowered he noted she had her lips curled into a smile. Felicia set down the cup before stretching languidly; her breasts riding higher in her size too small black tank top. Peter's eyes snapped between her sea of cleavage and her face.

"I was referring to the lass, but I suppose I'm fair game as well?" Felicia giggled, removing her sunglasses and revealing her emerald green eyes.

"Felicia!"

"In the flesh." She leaned forward, offering him an even deeper look at her impressive view of her cleavage while a look of concern crossed her face. "Are you okay there Peter? You look like you were up late. Spent all night looking for a catsuited burglar?"

"No." He lied. Peter did actually sneak out briefly during the night, but that was to go watch her apartment. His peeping tom escapades only confirmed that she was studying that evening. He slugged down the last of his coffee and stood up. "I need to go."

Felicia leaned back and whistled; biting her lower lip. The bulge of his member and over inflated testicles was near pornographic. His cock snaked down his right pant leg, clearly at half mast but it first had to clear his balls. Hence the oversized curve that Felicia got an eyeful. "Now it's my turn to enjoy the view. How long's it better Spider guy?"

"Not now." He slammed his empty cup into the trash and made for the door. A pair of booted feet following him.

"Aww, come on." Felicia pushed the door open for him. "It's me. If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"

Peter grunting was his only response. That only seemed to spur Felicia further. "And you can start by telling me who the redhead was."

"Mary Jane."

"A lady with two first names?" Felicia asked.

"Mary Jane Watson, now please."

"Oh...I've heard of her." Felicia's eyes sparkled. "She did a few theater performances in Chicago. Must have struck out to come back here."

"She mentioned that." Peter grumbled as he continued to shuffle down the street.

"Mmmhmm. A lot of talent. So Spiderguy, why's the theater girl talking with the camera boy?"

"We're old friends." Sorta.

"Uh-huh. I don't buy it. Moving on so soon? Gwen would be horribly disappointed. Have you spoken to her?"

"No." Peter and Felicia were rapidly approaching an intersection. One he could hopefully use to lose his companion.

"You should. You two are perfect. A little bump in the road is no reason to throw a good romance away." Felicia explained, before reaching over and patting his groin. "Speaking of bumps and lumps. Do you want me to handle that?"

"Hey...no!" He shouted, grabbing her hand and holding it away from his aching member. Her antics were getting far too much for him.

"Are you sure?" She pouted, her full lips puckered like they could be wrapped around his cock. "It'll be no trouble at all."

"I'm fine." Peter shoved away her hand, but not before feeling a ring on her finger. "What's that?"

"Oh this?" Felicia held her hand up so it covered one eye. "I picked it up recently. I think it matches my eyes don't you think?"

"Oh it's perfect." He rolled his eyes. Fortunately they came to a halt at the intersection and waiting for the light to change. "I'm guessing that's from the robbery you did not commit?"

"Eh, maybe I did steal this one." She admitted. "I'm guilty hero. You can lock me up."

Felicia crossed her arms behind her back and flexed her hands into fists. "You can cuff me now."

The action only succeeded in bringing attention to her rear end. When he didn't respond she turned back to face him. "No?" What about in front?"

She repeated the movement, this time squeezing her elbows together and creating a cavern of pale cleavage that he couldn't help but admire. Finally he spoke, "Later."

Felicia raised her hands over her head like she was surrendering before pointing at him; backing away the entire time. "Later it is Spider-guy. By the way, there's a bus coming."

"What?" Peter turned back to face intersection only to have a bus screech to a halt before him. The rains from last night had still not washed away when the bus hit, sending gallons of cold rain water into the superhero. Not an inch of his front had escaped the deluge of muck.

"Might want to grab a shower for next time we meet. See you around Parker."