Evening, the Next Day…
A swirling, smoky portal rippled open in the center of Penny's basement.
I stepped through first, Bobbi following close behind.
"D.A.I.S.Y. updated me that Penny was just sleeping after the bite," Bobbi said, her voice low with guilt. "The lost spider was secured by her too. But… with you missing, I didn't pay much attention to either update. I'm sorry, Luke."
In fact it had been a major oversight on my own part.
Without my presence, D.A.I.S.Y., Susan, Bobbi, and Skye had thrown everything into locating me. Their focus had narrowed, and everything else had fallen down the priority list. While D.A.I.S.Y. was programmed to flag life-threatening emergencies, not bringing Penny to the Watson Tower—even after knowing that she had been bitten from a radioactive spider—was a lapse.
"I'm sure Penny's perfectly al—"
My words died the moment my eyes landed on the bed.
"What the fuck! Is that really Penny?" Bobbi gasped, her voice cracking in disbelief.
There she lay, unconscious—and naked.
But changed.
Penny still had her trademark short black hair, but everything else was transformed.
Her skin was flawless, glowing faintly under the dim lights.
Her face was more sculpted, beautiful in a surreal way.
Her body, once that of a lean high-schooler, now looked like a gymnast crossed with a model. Slender and strong, with perfect breasts, toned legs, and even the six packs abs etched into her midriff.
She had grown taller too.
"Stop staring," Bobbi muttered, slapping my arm and snapping me from the moment. She rushed to the side to gather up Penny's scattered clothes.
I smirked faintly. "I mean… can you really blame me?"
No man could not stare at such a sexy woman lying naked in front of him.
Bobbi glared.
"Alright, alright. Let me help." I raised a hand, focusing.
The clothes on the floor lifted and unraveled into strips under my Psychokinesis, wrapping around Penny's body in an improvised attempt at decency. It wasn't much—barely covering her privates.
"She's going to need an entirely new wardrobe," I muttered, half to myself.
"No kidding," Bobbi said, securing the spider placed by the bedside table. "Should we bring her back to Watson Tower?"
"Let's do a full body scan of her on the 81st floor first. We will decide the next steps after that." I said wanting to make sure she is alright first.
With a thought, I opened another portal, lifting Penny gently into my arms. She didn't stir—still sleeping without a care in the world.
"Don't use this chance to feel her up, Luke," Bobbi said flatly, watching me with narrowed eyes.
I smothered the urge to fire back something snarky about examining her development with my own hands, opting instead for a wry smile. "Sure, sure."
The three of us disappeared through the portal, emerging into the sleek, sterile environment of the state-of-the-art infirmary inside Watson Tower.
Bobbi and I worked alone, deliberately keeping Penny's condition under wraps. Just the two of us and the full suite of diagnostic tools.
As the machines whirred and data poured in, the truth became undeniable—
Penny Parker was no longer just human.
She was something more.
Stronger.
Faster.
Sharper.
The bite had triggered a complete transformation of her body—right down to her DNA.
I leaned back against the wall, my thoughts a mess as the results finalized.
I was having an internal debate, caught in the tug-of-war between two approaches—should I keep Penny close, guide her path, and shape her into something greater? Or should I let her grow independently, learning through experience, even if it meant trial by fire?
In truth, I already knew my answer. But the weight of this decision warranted reflection. It wouldn't just affect Penny. It would ripple far wider, touching more lives than I could ever imagine.
"I'm heading to bed," Bobbi said, walking up beside me. "I've got to finish a biochem assignment before class in the morning."
She was pursuing her doctorate in Biology at ESU. I had pulled a few strings to lighten her schedule where I could, but some lectures still required her physical presence.
"Need help from Professor Luke?" I asked, pushing up my imaginary glasses with a chuckle.
Bobbi smirked. "No, but do me a favor and try not to vanish into thin air again, alright?"
Her fist tapped hard against my chest—not playful, not gentle. "Ouch," I muttered. That Super Soldier strength of hers was really catching me off guard.
"I'll try my best," I said, wincing with a wry smile.
She sighed, then leaned in and hugged me tight. "Good night, Luke," she whispered, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Good night, Bobbi," I replied, kissing her back as the hug ended.
As she walked away, hips swaying in that teasing, unintentional way that made it hard to look away from her tight ass, I muttered to myself, "I really should take her out on that date soon…"
With the hallway quiet again, I turned back to the medical bay window.
Penny was still asleep peacefully.
"The transformation's complete. She should wake up on her own by morning," I whispered. With that, I powered down the lights while leaving the vitals and monitoring systems running.
I left the room, gently closing the door behind me.
Now there was only one matter left tonight.
The naughty little cat burglar.
A smirk tugged at my lips. "Time to teach a lesson to a careless kitty…"
D.A.I.S.Y. had confirmed that Felicia hadn't returned home tonight and was still in her room here at the tower. So, I took the elevator down to the 80th floor.
As I reached for the handle to her door, it clicked softly—D.A.I.S.Y., ever helpful, had unlocked it for me.
"Thanks," I muttered, stepping inside. "Licia?"
"I'm in here, Luke," came her voice from the bedroom, smooth and sultry as ever.
I headed toward it, but her next words stopped me in my tracks.
"I really am sorry for the mess I caused," she said, her tone playfully apologetic. "I shouldn't have toyed with that little girl. I should've just brought all the spiders back here straight like I was supposed to."
The second I heard the playful edge in her voice, I knew something was up.
And when I opened the door to her room… my jaw practically hit the floor.
"I was hoping this would work… as an apology?" she purred.
Felicia was sprawled out on the bed, wearing her iconic Black Cat suit. It was already dangerously tight under normal circumstances—but now? The front zipper was tugged halfway down, exposing a generous, creamy valley between her breasts. Just a whisper of fabric was holding back those glorious white melons, struggling to do its job.
"Cat got your tongue?" she teased with a sultry chuckle, tugging gently at her suit near her cleavage—just enough to make those perfect white breasts jiggle enticingly.
I gulped.
Even when she first modeled that skintight suit for me, it had taken everything not to act on impulse. But right now, with her sprawled out like a temptress on the bed, practically inviting me in…
I lost it—and pounced.
"Ah!" she gasped, caught off guard.
In a blink, I was straddling her, my hands shamelessly groping her breasts through the tight suit, kneading them as if they belonged to me.
"You're awfully aggressive tonight, Luke," she said with a breathy laugh, her sexy body squirming beneath me, only fueling the fire in my veins.
Felicia lay beneath me, her platinum blonde hair fanned out like a halo on the bed. Her green eyes shimmered with mischief, and that tight suit clung to her curves like it was painted on. The friction between the fabric and her soft skin made everything more electric.
"You don't know how ridiculously sexy you look in this Black Cat suit, Licia," I said, leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
Her red lips tasted like strawberries—sweet, sharp, addictive.
"Mmm!" she moaned into the kiss, trying to match my pace, her hands gripping my shoulders.
Between kisses, she whispered breathlessly, "So… does this mean you forgive me, babe?"
I smirked. "Let me inspect your 'apology' a little closer."
With one rough tug, I pulled at her suit—and her breasts popped free with a satisfying bounce.
"Ah! Finally, they can breathe!" she gasped with a naughty grin.
Her full, perky breasts jiggled freely, her pink nipples already hard and needy.
I didn't hesitate. I leaned down and latched onto one, savoring the softness, the taste.
The way she kept gasping and arching her back in response only made me more horny.
"This…" I muttered between licks, "…is one hell of an apology."
"Ah! I am glad you think so…AH!" Felicia purrs, her fingers gliding through my hair as she releases those sultry moans.
"But you still made a big mistake, so you are not in the clear yet!" I whispered, pinning her wrists above her head. "I will still need to thoroughly examine your apology." My hands roughly cupped her soft, supple breasts, thumbs circling her hard pink nipples.
"Ah! Luke!" she gasped, her body arching into my touch.
This felt like unwrapping a pair of gifts, only these were orbs of pure pleasure.
Her breasts were like ripe fruits, I kept trying, but I couldn't hold them all in my hands, they keep spilling out gloriously. Still I explored their every inch, kneading them like soft, yielding dough.
"Let me help you too," she whispered, her gloved hands trailing down to caress my hardness through my pants. "Wow, you're hard as a rock," she purred, her teeth biting into her lower lip.
"Your sexy outfit has driven me crazy, Licia," I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
Also it had been days since the last time I got a release, counting the many path's journey, so it was understandable.
"Lose your clothes, babe," Felicia pants, her eyes glazed with lust.
With a snap of my fingers, I used my Psychokinesis to strip away my clothes, my throbbing erection springing free and slapping against her soft breasts.
"Wow, I've never seen you this hard... it must be painful," she cooed, her gloved hands wrapping around my shaft, beginning a slow, torturous rhythm. Her smirk was proud, her breasts jiggling with each motion.
"Ugh, let me fuck your tits," I growled, pinning her hands back and pushing my cock between her luscious mounds.
"Hehe, sure baby, they're all yours to use," she purred, her smirk never fading.
I wasn't even listening to her at this point.
My painfully erect dick was inside the valley.
Her soft, big breasts were enveloping my length.
I started rocking my dick back and forth between them. Her tight suit was still pressing on the outer sides of her boobs, making them tighter for me.
"Let me help you, baby," her red lips curved into a seductive smile as she used her gloved hands to press her breasts together.
Immediately, I felt greater pressure between my thrusts. Looking down, my dick was now properly smashed right between her amazing breasts.
"How is... AH!... my boob pussy, baby?" Felicia asked sensually.
Her hot breath kept hitting the crown of my dick. Her eyes looked a bit glazed, as her cheeks had gone red. She was looking incredibly hot right now from my angle.
"You are so damn sexy, Licia…" I groaned, quickening my pace."Haaa... I am going to paint your face completely white!!"
My cock was enjoying its whole length being polished against this soft pudding castle, as my balls kept knocking on its door!
PA PA PA
Felicia got even more excited hearing my words as she started rubbing her breasts up and down, joining in my motions.
"Yes baby, paint my face white... C'mon, cum on my face... Cum for me, Luke... Give it to me!!" She yelled loudly, her green eyes egging me on.
I wanted to do it! I wanted to fucking cum on her beautiful face! I wanted my cum spread on Black Cat's beautiful fucking face!!
"ARGHHH!!" I let out a growl as my toes curled up and my spine went straight. I leaned forward and let loose the pressure!
"AH! You came... for me, baby!" Felicia tried to speak as streaks of white cum got plastered on her face.
Looking at the sexy Black Cat covered in my cum, I knew that this night was just beginning.