The Sensational Urges of Spider-Man

Chapter One: X-tremely X-cited X-tremities

Peter Parker wasn't feeling well after his class field trip to Columbia University, where they visited the genetics laboratory. He had been bitten by a spider, but he didn't know that the spider was radioactive and had been part of a much bigger experiment.

After getting home, Peter passed right on by his Aunt May and Uncle Ben, heading straight upstairs to his room, hoping to relax in his bed.

As he laid there, despite having a fan blowing directly on him at full speed, he couldn't seem to stop sweating profusely. Therefore, he decided to take all of his clothes off and throw them onto the floor below. That seemed to give him a little relief, but it still wasn't doing much to stop the perspiration. Since his head was spinning, the only thing he could think about doing at that time was to close his eyes, hoping a little bit of sleep would help out.

Hours had gone by, almost fourteen, to be precise, before Peter finally woke up. And when he did, he woke up to quite a surprise.

At first, his vision was a bit blurry, and he had crusty eyelids from sleeping for so long. It wasn't until he rubbed his eyes a couple times that he discovered the strange transformation that had taken place while he had slept.

Somehow, there was a long stream of white, gooey substance that had shot up, sticking to the ceiling, during his rest. As he followed the stream downward, he was shocked to see that the gooey substance had come from his penis, and it was still attached to the tip.

He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed some tissues, hoping he wouldn't have to touch whatever it was. "Did I have some sort of wet dream last night?" he thought to himself.

As he tried wiping it away, he realized that the stream was a bit tougher than he thought it would be. He had masturbated before and had very little trouble trying to clean it up; and it certainly had never hit the ceiling, but this time was different.

He began pulling the web-like semen away from the tip. He could feel the tug in his penis as it slid through his urethra, a bit painful, but manageable. He took hold of his still rock hard penis, trying to keep it in a position that would make him as comfortable as possible. It was then that he discovered something else about himself. His penis was much bigger than it had ever been before.

Amazed, he quickly reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a ruler. It was typical for young boys , especially a fifteen-year-old boy like him, to keep a measuring device close by so that they could measure themselves to see if they had gained any length. Normally, Peter would have gotten measurements between six to six and a half inches long. However, this morning, he was getting measurements of nine to nine and a half inches, not to mention, the girth had nearly doubled in size as well.

He couldn't believe it. He tried pinching himself to see if he was still dreaming or not. But he wasn't.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on his bedroom door. "Peter? It's your Aunt May. Is everything okay in there?" she asked, wiggling the knob as if she was about to walk in and check on him.

Peter quickly sprung up from out of his bed and blocked the door from being able to open up. "Don't come in, Aunt May. I'm not dressed."

May stopped trying to enter. "Okay. I was just worried about you. You seemed like you went to bed rather early yesterday. Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes… Yes… I'm feeling much better. Thanks for asking," he replied, still blocking the door.

"Okay," May replied. "I have breakfast ready downstairs if you're hungry."

"Thanks, Aunt May. I'll be down in a second… I hope," he muttered, looking down at his enormous erection.

After listening for May to leave, Peter quickly started trying to clean up the mess he had made overnight. As he did, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He noticed that his body was much more sculpted than it had ever looked before. And his jawline was more square. He still looked the same, yet different at the same time. He put on his glasses to get a more definitive look, but when he did, his sight became blurry. That's when he realized that his eyesight was crystal clear without them on.

After cleaning up, Peter decided to get dressed. He first put on one of his turtle-neck sweaters, which seemed a little tighter than usual, thanks to his newly developed chest muscles. He then slid on his underwear and a fresh pair of slacks. However, there was one major issue. His slacks were way too tight, and they showed a huge bulge in the crotch area. Despite how proud he felt about his new endowment, Peter thought it would be embarrassing to let his aunt and uncle see something like that. So, he peeked out of his bedroom door to see if anyone was around. When he noticed that the coast was clear, he snuck into Uncle Ben's closet to find some clothing that might be baggier and look a little less revealing. He found something. It wasn't anything close to his typical look, but he figured, what the heck.

Ben and May were eating breakfast when Peter came flying down the stairs. They watched closely as he grabbed hold of the banister and leapt over the side of it from about six steps up, managing to land perfectly on his feet at the bottom.

"You must be feeling better, Peter," May noticed. "I haven't seen you this excited for quite some time."

"Yeah, I feel great, Aunt May," Peter replied, about to rush out the front door, hoping they didn't realize he was wearing Ben's clothes.

"Don't you want to eat?" May asked, causing Peter to slow down his momentum.

"No thanks. I'm good," Peter replied, turning the doorknob and opening the door.

"Wait a second, Peter," Ben shouted. "I need to talk to you."

Peter immediately stopped and looked over at his uncle.

Ben was about to let him know that he would have to come straight home after school so that he could help with some chores around the house, but before he could say anything, he noticed what Peter was wearing. "Did you get into my closet? Why are you wearing one of my New York Rangers hockey jerseys?"

Peter looked down, trying to come up with a legitimate reason for why he was wearing it. "Yeah… I… I wanted to show support for Midtown High's hockey team. Sorry I didn't ask first," he fibbed, knowing he was only wearing it because it was long enough to cover up anything noticeable down below.

"Midtown has a hockey team?" Ben retorted. "Since when do you care about high school sports?"

"I… I…"

"It's probably because a girl at his school likes the team," May interjected. "Isn't that right, Peter?"

"Ya… Yeah… That's it. You know me so well, Aunt May," Peter replied. Then, he looked over at Ben, "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Ben was in shock, forgetting what it was he originally wanted to say because he hadn't ever heard Peter mention anything about girls or sports up until now. "Um… We'll talk later, son. Have a good day at school," was all he could muster up at that moment."

"Thanks!" Peter replied, continuing out the door.

After the door shut, May looked at Ben. "You are going to have to have THE TALK with him soon. The one about the birds and the bees… You know… The SEX TALK," she emphasized.

Ben shook his head, embarrassingly. "I knew what you meant, May. You didn't have to spell it out for me."

Strange feelings kept coming over Peter as he made it to school. As he walked through the halls, his eyes couldn't help but focus on every girl he saw. He always thought about girls, just like any fifteen-year-old boy would do, but this time, it was different. Today, it felt like his hormones had gone into overdrive. Whether it was the girl wearing tight jeans, bending over to get a sip of water from the drinking fountain, with her apple bottom on full display, or the cheer-squad, with their long legs protruding from their short skirts, his lust continued to grow. Even the chubby girls with big breasts were capturing his attention. That's when he felt the semi starting to form in his pants. Embarrassed, he quickly placed his bookbag in front of his lower-midsection and decided to head straight to his first period class before anybody could notice.

After making it to his science class, he sat down and tried to concentrate on anything other than women. However, his concentration completely flew out the window when the Science teacher, Miss Basinger, walked in. She was only twenty-five years old and much too beautiful to be a teacher. She was also a part-time magazine model, mostly doing photos for clothing store catalogs. Her hair was long and blonde, and she had legs for days. It didn't help that she decided to wear a low-cut blouse and a dress which barely rested above her knees.

Peter couldn't concentrate the entire time he was in class. All he could imagine was what type of panties the teacher might be wearing. At one point, Miss Basinger called out to Peter for him to answer a question she asked aloud, but Peter was so lost in a fantasy that he didn't even hear her calling out his name.

"Peter… Peter!" she continued, calling out, causing the other classmates to start laughing about his dazed behavior.

Finally, he realized what was going on. "Yes, Miss Basinger. I'll answer anything you want me to," also causing the class to laugh at that response as well.

"Glad you could join us… I just asked you which planet is the largest one in our solar system?"

Peter was happy to answer. "Jupiter. Jupiter definitely has the largest one… I mean… is the largest one," he corrected himself, scratching his head nervously.

Miss Basinger gave him a strange glare. "That. Is. Correct," she replied with a slow draw.

Peter could only concentrate on her beautiful eyes and her pouty, red lips.

"Is everything okay, Peter?" she asked, flipping her hair back behind her shoulders, revealing her lovely neck-line. "You don't seem to be yourself today. Normally, you are the first one to raise your hand when I ask the class to answer a question."

"Sorry. I have a lot on my mind today," he responded, now imagining how nice it would be to kiss her exposed neck area.

"Okay. Well, stay focused. We still have plenty of material to look over."

"Yes, ma'am," Peter replied, secretly thinking about how he definitely wanted to keep looking her over.

Finally, the bell rang, and all the students began making their way out of the classroom. However, Peter didn't budge from out of his chair. That was because he was completely rock hard from staring at Miss Basinger for the last hour.

The teacher was erasing things from the chalkboard, her hips swaying back and forth, when she finally took notice. "Peter, the bell rang. Why haven't you left yet?"

"I… I…" he wasn't sure how to respond.

Miss Basinger moved in closer to him until she was standing right next to him. He could smell her sweet perfume radiating from her bosoms. "Is there something you would like to talk about?" she asked, gently placing her hand on his shoulder, causing Peter to let out a gentle sigh.

"It's kind of hard to explain," he replied sheepishly. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable saying it out loud."

"Well, I don't have another class until third period, so I have plenty of time to listen," she replied. "I have to grab some supplies from the closet. Would you be a dear and help me grab those?"

The closet was a decent size. It was basically a small room which had shelves filled with different classroom supplies on them.

Peter waited for her to enter the closet before he stood up. He then placed his bookbag in front of his midsection again and entered the closet.

She was reaching up for a few glass beakers. Peter could only stare at her legs as he watched her stretch out, her flexing calves on full display.

Suddenly, a couple of the beakers started to fall from the top shelf. Instinctively, Peter reached out and caught both of them before they could hit the ground, also causing him to drop his bookbag at the same time.

"Whew! Thank you, Peter. That was a close one," Miss Basinger applauded.

She then bent down to pick up his bookbag for him. Peter could see directly down her blouse. She was wearing a black bra, her cleavage on full display. That's when Miss Basinger saw something in his pants.

"Peter? Do you have a billy-club in your pants?" she asked. "You know the school doesn't allow weapons," she scolded, putting her hand on the object.

Peter's jaw dropped. Miss Basinger's hand was now placed on his penis.

Miss Basinger also realized it wasn't a billy-club that he had in his pants due to the fact that it was growing bigger and throbbing uncontrollably.

"Oh-My!" she gulped, letting go of it slowly. "I. didn't. know."

Peter's face began to sweat, and his cheeks were blushing.

Miss Basinger stood up. She tried wiping some of the sweat from off of his forehead. But, by doing so, that caused a strange feeling to come over her. It was almost as if his sweat was sending off irresistible pheromones. That's when she found herself starting to sweat as well.

"Is it getting hot in here?" she asked, waving the top of her blouse back-and-forth to produce some air flow.

Peter didn't say anything at first. All he could think about was watching her play with her blouse.

"Peter? I think I am starting to see… and feel… why you couldn't concentrate in class today," she said, the pheromones continuing to take over her senses. "I think I know what might help you with that," she added, placing her hand back on his throbbing penis. "You need someone to help you relieve some tension, don't you?" she asked with a flirtatious smile.

Peter slowly shook his head up and down as if to say yes, his jaw still wide open.

That's when she took hold of his hand and placed it under her dress. She could tell he was tense because he wasn't sure about what he should do next. "Just relax. Let me guide you," she instructed, trying to comfort him.

Peter did what she asked him to do, completely letting her take control of the situation. She guided his hand down inside her panties, allowing him to feel how wet she was getting. She then started moving his fingers around in a circular motion, letting him feel the bump of her clit.

Suddenly, tiny fibers began to grow from out of his fingertips, allowing for a tingling sensation to pulsate through Miss Basinger's clit, causing her to lose her breath for a moment.

She then unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. She continued stroking it while he continued caressing her.

Finally, Peter couldn't take it anymore. That's when he grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them completely off of her. He then put both hands on her plump ass and lifted her up to his waist.

She locked her legs around him as he slowly started to lower her body down to the tip of his penis.

She reached down, grabbed his penis, and helped him to guide it to her wet vagina.

He could feel the warm, moist feeling as the tip of his penis started to go inside her.

"Slowly," she moaned. "Just go in and out, a couple of inches at a time, until the shaft is properly lubricated."

He was willing to do whatever she asked.

Suddenly, Peter felt a different tingle, a tingle coming from inside his brain, almost as if it was trying to warn him of something. That's when he stopped his penetration.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Why did you stop?"

"Shh. Someone is coming," Peter replied.

"Yeah… It's me," she responded with a moan.

"No. It's someone else."

Suddenly, a man's voice called out to Miss Basinger. "Miss Basinger? Are you here?" he asked.

"Shit! It's Principal Hawking. I was supposed to help him get ready for a faculty meeting this morning," Miss Basinger whispered.

The principal then tried checking the closet. Peter quickly reached out and grabbed the doorknob, not allowing it to turn.

Principal Hawking tried wiggling it, but he was unable to get any momentum. Peter was holding on as tightly as he could.

"Miss Basinger?" he called out again. "Are you in there?... Kim?"

The two of them stayed as quiet as they could until they finally knew Principal Hawking had left the room.

That's when Miss Basinger began kissing Peter all over. "That was so exciting," she mumbled in between kisses. "Now fuck the shit out of me!" she begged.

Peter was happy to oblige. He took his hand off of the doorknob and firmly placed it back on her bottom. He then started to ram all nine and a half inches of his throbbing penis in and out of her warm, moist pussy. He continued thrusting his hips for several more minutes, causing all types of supplies to fall from off the shelves above them as he relished the feeling of his first sexual encounter.

She must have came at least five times before Peter finally started to feel a tingling sensation of his own. The tingling sensation continued to get stronger and stronger until finally he knew he was about to blow his load. That's when he remembered how his sperm had shot out to the ceiling while he was sleeping, and he didn't want that to happen inside of her. So, at the very last second, he pulled out of her and turned away, allowing his web-like cum to spray out all over the bottom shelves.

After he was done, he put his penis back in his pants and zipped himself back up.

"Whew!" Miss Basinger fanned herself off and adjusted her dress. She then reached down to grab her panties from off the floor. "I don't think these are going to be of much use to me anymore. Why don't you keep them as a souvenir?… And maybe, if you play your cards right, you'll get another pair tomorrow."

Peter took the panties from out of her hand and placed them in his bookbag.

Before they left the closet, Miss Basinger had one last thing to say. "I hope you know you can't tell anyone about what happened here. I could get fired… Or worse… I could go to jail," she warned.

"I won't say anything. I promise," Peter reassured her.

Peter was about to exit the closet, but before he could, Miss Basinger turned him back towards her, pressing her tits against his newly chiseled chest, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Thanks," she replied, rubbing her hand against his pants one last time.

Peter managed to go the rest of the school day without having any other sexual urges. In fact, he felt pretty good; so good that he decided to take the long way home after school was over with. At that point, he wanted to find out if there were any other special abilities he might have gained overnight while he was sleeping.