Chapter Eighteen: Spider-Babies and Symbiote Love

As Spider-Man swung through the city, the moonlight glinting off the skyscrapers, his mission became clear: he had to rescue every single woman he had inadvertently placed in danger. First, he secured Jessica and Halle, then Kim, Felicia, and Sable. Maggie and Janice followed shortly after, and one by one, the seven caged prostitutes. Gwen, Betty, Selena, Harley, and Liz were the last of them, their faces lighting up with relief when they saw him.

With each daring rescue, Peter brought the women to safety at a nearby secure location—a makeshift haven he had hurriedly set up with the determination to keep them out of harm's way. Yet, as he brought each woman back, another event unfolded: a baby was born.

The first birth of Kim's child took him by surprise, and by the third, he was beginning to realize the enormity of the situation. "Guess I'm gonna need to take out a second mortgage for all the diapers," Peter muttered, exhaustion and nervous humor lacing his voice.

But the universe, or perhaps his unique offspring, had other plans. Each newborn spun their own diaper, a glistening cushion of webbing forming around their tiny bottoms. Peter blinked in disbelief. "Well, that solves one problem. You kids are resourceful. Like father, like… kids, I guess?"

Knowing the women would need nourishment after their ordeal, Peter slung his backpack from his shoulder and opened it to reveal an array of snacks and food—granola bars, trail mix, fruit, sandwiches. "I figured you all might be a little hungry," he said, setting it down in front of them.

The women were overjoyed, some jokingly calling him their knight in webbed armor.

"Whew. I was definitely starting to get hangry there, Pete," Harley teased, grabbing an apple.

"You really know how to spoil a girl, huh?" Maggie quipped as she took a sandwich.

Peter let out a chuckle, glad to see their spirits lifting despite the chaos. "Just don't tell J. Jonah Jameson about this. I'll never hear the end of it," he said, glancing around at the women and the tiny web-diapered babies.

As the night stretched on, Peter's resolve strengthened. These women and their children were his responsibility now, and he'd do whatever it took to keep them safe. But as he looked at their hopeful faces, one thought lingered in the back of his mind: the female symbiote was still out there, and this was far from over.

Peter's moment of calm was shattered as a horrifying realization struck him like a thunderbolt. "Aunt May!" he blurted out, his voice trembling with both shock and guilt.

The women around him paused mid-bite, turning to look at him with concern. "What's wrong, Pete?" Maggie asked, her brow furrowed.

Peter didn't answer immediately. His mind was racing, piecing together fragments of a memory—or rather, a dream. Or was it more than a dream? He hadn't been fully conscious at the time, but now, vivid images flashed in his mind. He remembered drifting into an exhausted sleep after a long night of sex and looking for the money from the wrestling match, his dreams filled with memories of Mary Jane Watson. He could still recall the way her vibrant red hair caught the sunlight, her laugh echoing in his ears.

But the dream took an unexpected turn. He remembered waking in a hazy, disoriented state, feeling the weight of someone straddling him. It hadn't been Mary Jane. No, the realization hit him like a punch to the gut—it was Aunt May. Madam Webb tried telling him, but he must have blocked it out of his memories.

"No... no, no, no," Peter muttered under his breath, his hands gripping his head. His heart pounded as he tried to separate reality from the fog of his subconscious. Was it possible? Could that have actually happened to him during his sleep, making him do something he would never willingly do?

"Spider, you're scaring us," Harley said, standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I—I have to go," Peter stammered, backing away. "There's something I need to check on. Something I... I might've done."

Without another word, he shot a web at the nearest wall and swung off into the night, his thoughts in turmoil.

Peter arrived at his house, his mind racing with worry about Aunt May. But what he found instead shocked him to his core. His Uncle Ben was lying on the ground, barely conscious, paralyzed, and fading fast.

"Uncle Ben!" Peter cried, rushing to his side, looking over the multiple stab wounds on his body. "What happened? Where's Aunt May?" His voice cracked with panic, but Ben could barely muster the strength to speak.

"Pete," Ben rasped, his voice weak. "It was... Megan Fox," he continued with a grim smile, clearly struggling to hold onto consciousness. "I couldn't resist her beauty…"

Peter's heart dropped as he realized the extent of the damage. "The female Symbiote? She did this to you?" Peter asked, his mind spinning.

Ben weakly shook his head, his face strained. "No. It was your Aunt May... She... She caught me with Megan… Fucking… and she stabbed the hell out of me..."

Peter stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend the words coming out of his uncle's mouth. The idea that Aunt May had done this was too much for him to process, though he could also imagine how pissed she might've been; especially after he had just left her not too long ago for a young Marisa Tomei look-alike..

Ben, seeing Peter's shock, weakly reached out to grasp his hand, lifting his head a little as he tried to offer comfort. "I know about the baby. I know it's not mine... Take good care of May... and your child," he whispered, his voice growing fainter.

Peter's grip tightened, trying to hold on to his uncle as Ben's life slipped away. But Ben's hand slowly relaxed and fell back to the ground, his last breath leaving him with a final, unexpected remark.

"You should've used those condoms I gave you."

And with that, Ben was gone.

Peter collapsed to his knees beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, the weight of everything crashing down on him. The reality of losing Ben—of the mess he had created—felt unbearable. The chaotic web of his life had spun into something far darker than he could have ever imagined. And now, Aunt May was gone, lost to the madness of the symbiote, and Peter had no idea how he could make things right.

Peter's heart raced as he heard the shriek echo from the bedroom. His mind instantly screamed- Aunt May. Without wasting another moment, he rushed toward the source of the sound, his heart pounding in his chest.

As he entered the bedroom, his worst nightmare unfolded before him. The female symbiote had Aunt May trapped in its cruel tendrils. One tendril was wrapped tightly around her neck, choking her, while another sharp one hovered dangerously near her pregnant belly.

A sinister voice slithered from the symbiote as it turned its attention to Peter. "It's about time you showed up," it sneered, its tendrils tightening around Aunt May. "I thought maybe you forgot about your dear old Aunt May. You earthlings aren't much different from us Klyntarians, after all. We too mate with our relatives."

Peter froze in horror at the words, a cold, sick feeling rising in his stomach. The symbiote's dark, twisted sense of control was chilling as it mocked him, drawing attention to the pregnant state of Aunt May—something that had already caused him so much turmoil. His mind raced as panic and fury mixed together.

"That's probably why you are so messed up," Peter proclaimed. "Besides, Aunt May and I aren't related through blood. She married into the family. Which means… you're just sick."

Peter stepped toward the symbiote, his fist was clenched as he gritted his teeth, willing to do whatever it took to save his aunt.

Just then, the female symbiote prodded at May's stomach. "Ah-ah-ah," it warned. "Take another step closer and I'll put this right into her stomach."

Peter backed away. "Fine. Just don't hurt her. I'll do whatever you want. Please... just don't hurt her," he repeated, tears forming in his eyes.

"Good!" it responded, taking the sharp point away slightly. "If you do what I say, I'll let these two live, which is more than I can promise for the other women you've done things with."

Peter held up his hands, showing complete surrender. "Okay. I'm not going to do anything. Just let her go, and we can talk," he pleaded.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" the symbiote hissed. "I'll let her go after the mating is complete. Now, take off your clothes and get on the bed."

Peter furrowed his brow. "No offense… whatever you are… but I've been up saving people for half the night, and with the other half—wiping asses. I'm really not in the mood to make any more babies right now," he insisted.

"Fine!" the symbiote exclaimed, drawing the sharp tendril back, locking its aim onto May's stomach, and preparing to strike like a scorpion.

"Wait!-Wait!-Wait!" Peter echoed, pleading for her to stop. He then began taking off his clothes until he was completely naked, his penis hanging like a grandfather clock. "There. Are you happy now?" he asked, climbing up onto the bed.

"Good," it replied, a malicious smile curling wide. Still grappling May's neck, the symbiote began making its way toward the bed. "Lay down on your back," it instructed.

Peter did what he was told.

Another tendril came out from the primordial ooze, wrapping around Peter's still limp penis. The symbiote could tell Peter wasn't aroused at all.

It then morphed into Megan Fox. Her tendril became a soft hand, stroking the shaft. But Peter's cock barely noticed.

The female symbiote began morphing into different women Peter had been with. First, she became the science teacher, then Jessica Alba. Shortly after, it morphed into Liz, then Betty. But Peter's penis barely twitched.

A tendril reached out, wrapping around Peter's forehead, slowly circling his temples. It was trying to read his mind.

"I know there is someone in there that will get you hard," it declared. And then, it found the image.

The symbiote morphed into Mary Jane Watson. She was wearing the same string-bikini she wore in his fantasy.

He couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, a perfect replica. He gazed at her long, flowing red hair falling over her shoulders.

His penis started to move.

He stared at her pretty eyes and full, pouting lips. He followed her long neck line down to her clavicle. And then down to her pert, supple breasts.

His penis was growing upright.

From her perfectly shaped breasts, he followed the line down to her cute, pierced belly button.

Mary Jane removed her bikini, revealing her high nipples and her perfectly shaved pussy.

His penis was fully extended and throbbing as he gazed upon her thin waist and thick hips, which connected perfectly to her nice, long legs.

He sat up and pulled her in close. "You are so beautiful," he said, completely lost in her eyes.

The symbiote could feel the arousal as his penis stood rock hard. And because the symbiote was still holding May, she too could feel the hormones firing.

Peter reached in for a kiss, feeling her soft lips on his. He then felt up her breasts, caressing them slowly in a circular motion.

He continued moving one of his hands down to her pussy, simultaneously massaging her clit and breasts, making MJ dripping wet.

Two fingers slid into her warm pussy, curling back and forth, causing her to let out a loud moan.

MJ then straddled Peter's midsection, continuing to rub her clit on the head of Peter's throbbing cock, her juices flowing all over it.

She then lifted her ass slightly, grabbing hold of his shaft, and placed it inside her. The feeling was unremarkable. Of all the other earthlings the symbiote had done something with, this one was the largest.

May also let out a moan, still feeling everything the symbiote was feeling. Surprisingly, that actually turned the symbiote on.

It brought May down closer towards the action, a tendril running up her nightgown. May wasn't wearing any panties. The tendril became two firm fingers as it traveled inside her. At first, May was scared, thinking the symbiote would try to hurt the baby, but as the fingers curled in the same fashion Peter's had done, she knew it only meant to pleasure her.

Mary Jane continued rocking her hips back and forth, feeling every inch of his ten-inch cock as it penetrated her walls.

The symbiote sat May down directly on top of Peter's face, allowing Peter to eat her out. May's back arched as his tongue went deep inside her.

This was the symbiote's first threesome, and it liked it.

As the symbiote could feel an orgasm approaching, its tendrils lashed out, crawling up Peter's body. Within seconds, Peter was completely covered in the primordial ooze. At that point, he didn't even care—everything felt so good.

And then it happened. All three of them simultaneously erupted into a massive orgasm, shaking the foundation of the bed.

May looked down, noticing that the symbiote and Peter were now one. And it was the symbiote's tongue that was inside her.

Suddenly, the symbiote felt a large gush of wetness wash over its face.

May gasped. "I believe my water just broke."

Enraged, the symbiote threw May off of them. It couldn't believe she could mess up such a perfect moment.

It hissed, wanting to strike her and her baby down. However, as the sharp tendrils flared out, ready to finish her, it stopped. Peter's will wouldn't allow the symbiote to kill anyone that he loved.

"It doesn't matter now," the symbiote declared, "soon, the entire planet will be ours."

And with that, Peter and the symbiote, now one, leaped out into the night, its sights set on creating a new Klyntar.