Spider-boi: Okay, Let’s Cum One More Time

Future Problems

Laboratory of the naughty Dr. Octopussii.

“Failed” clone of the notorious Doc Ock.

One vial spun in the air at high speed, the test tube began separating its contents with each rotation. The mechanical tentacle holding the glass tube anchored itself in the air. Its lower half shifted and moved as Dr. Octopussii moved throughout her small laboratory. Two of Alyvia Octavius’ tentacle arms manipulated controls. Monitoring other parts of her experiment. She noted test results as they came in on her tablet.

The fourth tentacle arm’s girth acted as a stool as its scientific device pistoned between her legs. The triangular claw attachments gripped her Mons pubis and Perineum. The built-in dildo darting in and out of her vagina was monitored by the A.I. in the tentacle’s data control center. Located along Alyvia’s spine.

The A.I.’s goal with this tentacle was to keep Alyvia on the edge of orgasm as she conducted her scientific research. One arm would occasionally run a beaker up her inner thighs and collect biological samples of ecstasy secretions. Alyvia would label each beaker as the tentacle presented one to her. She then continued her documenting her experiment. All while the fourth tentacle continued fucking her.

The crucial stage was nearing, Dr. Octopussii had been working for four straight days. Her body shook.

“AH MM… AH…” She moaned.

The two tentacles manipulating the controls froze for a second. Jolting back to motion they jumped back to the controls and started halting and powering down different devices.

Alyvia’s body shook. The tentacles A.I. register she was over her E.t.O. Limit. Edging to Orgasm Limit.

“Ah. Kya. Igh. Ohh…” She moaned. “Fuck! Yess, Sweeties! More!” She screamed.

The rush of neural chemicals floods her nucleus accumbens, hippocampus, operculum, and insula. Her anterior and cingulate cortices, paracentral lobule, and cerebellum were flooded next.

Each portion of her brain added to the ecstasy as the tentacle pistoned her faster. The interior of her vagina fluxed and rippled with each movement of the six-inch pink and mint-colored dildo.

A test tube slipped from her hand. The spinning tentacle that was acting as a centrifuge moved to grab the tube, only to send the three test tubes it held flying into a wall across the lab. It missed catching the tube as it had not slowed down enough.

Tentacles Two and Three finished the shutdown of the experiment’s control system. Both moved to enhance Subject V.O. aka Dr. Octopussii’s biological reproductive reward system. Each of their three claws clamped around Octopussii’s breasts. The heated and soft rubber-like pads initiated mammary manipulation and stimulation.

Six claws massaged Alyvia’s B-cup breasts. Each twisted and torqued at different strengths, speeds, and angles. They pulled her deeper into the throws of another orgasm. Her cries of pleasure filled the small laboratory.

Drool, snot, and tears ran down her face, dripping over her chest. “Fuucck! Aaahn! Ahhh! Yeee…” She screams as her vagina pulsates and sends ecstasy throughout her body. Her whole body lifts off the ground and three tentacles’ girthy stocks loop out along the floor to support her from underneath. Alyvia’s arms and legs dangled as she shook from the orgasm’s power.

She jerks hard, arms and legs flop. Her back arcs uncontrollably. Tentacles Two and Three inject large needles directly into her nipples. They sample and search for mammary nourishment production, milk.

Finding none, the long needles slowly extract from the erect pink centers of Alyvia’s quarter inch long nipples. The metal retracts into the tentacles as the claws continue the pleasure enhancement and manipulation of her breasts.

Tentacle one presents Alyvia with a 1,000 ml beaker overflowing with sticky liquid. Having collected her juices as she orgasmed. Alyvia’s hand is instantly soaked as she grabs the glass container. Another tentacle presents her with three test tubes. She picked one and filled it with her own orgasmic sample.

Passing off the test tube, she smiles and sips on the beaker’s sweet contents. Her sip turns to a deep thirst. Her juices slip past her lips, washing her mouth and throat in sweet heavenly chemicals. So strong is her desire the juices spill out of each side of the beaker, running down her chin and coating her breasts.

Half of the beaker’s contents drained, Dr. Octopussii takes a deep breath and begins surveying her laboratory. She adjusts a dial preparing to resume her experiment.

Maybe, I should replace the needles with suction pumps to stimulate milk production, Alyvia thinks. She takes a drink of the sweet juices Tentacle One gathered. The hairs on her neck stand up. Alyvia’s eyes lock onto Tentacle One. It drops to the ground to the broken test tube that she dropped. Darting up it points to the three smashed tubes and dripping samples on the far wall.

“Fuck.”

All four tentacles shrug.

In a second she hovered in front of the refrigerated sample case. The tentacles having carried her. Her hand pulls out the empty test tube rack.

A chill runs down her spine and through the tentacles. They visibly shake.

‘I need her.’ She whispered. “Samples.” She cackles moving to the door. “Alright, Sweeties, let’s go find Spider-boi and milk her for samples.”

Tentacle Four slides out of her pussy, retracing the dildo into itself as she leaves. Another pulls off her lab coat. The only clothing she had been wearing. The final two tentacles grab her black and hot pink skin-tight latex costume and belt containing sample collection tubs.

Perhaps we can find other specimens on the way, Alyvia smiles at the thought of a wider range of data sets. Dr. Octopussi leaves to hunt down her favorite specimen, the one and only Cumtacular Spider-boi.

The Heist Interrupted

“Alright multiverse readers, my name is Gwen Staci and for the past 18 months, I have been the one and only Spider-boi. I was attacked by a sexy spider, gained spider-”

“What’s that? How is a spider sexy?” The white hood with pink-webbing interior shadowed Gwen’s white face mask with pink highlighted eyes, “Trust me and don’t search it online. It jumps between sexy and creepy too fast. The important thing is; the spider bit me and I have superpowers.”

The slim figure in her white with pink highlights costume, all black from her small breasts down swings between buildings. *thicc, thicc,* a webline jets out of her white-pink wrist and sticks to a distant skyscraper.

“Now, I fight crime, web-up criminals, rescue people, have a normal life, and try not to get in the way of the other 20ish spider-people doing the same thing. I hear other dimensions only have a couple of spiders each and that normal life, it never seems to happen.”

“And today, today I forgot my compression shorts. Now if my best friend Petey Porkens gets to close with his zoom lens he and the world will know I have a large dick and balls. Right now they think of me as a female trouble-making hooded webhead and that’s the way I like it. Don’t get me wrong, I like my dick. I was born with it. But I like being a woman. Actually, I really like my dick, after the bite it is four times the size and feels amazing. No wait, it feels spectacular.”

“I gotta say, I’m liking the cool breeze on my ball as I fly through the air.” Spider-boi lands on a window in a deep squat, her large ass jiggling inches away from the glass. Two officer workers drop their documents as she lunges out of the squat. Spider-boi dives into a saute. Toes pointed sharply down, arms bowing, hands hovering over her crotch.

*thicc, thicc,* she shoots a webline out and begins a long deep swing through the air.

“What? Oh, you want to know about why I’m called Spider-boi? That’s frustrating but kinda funny. It was a shadow on one of Petey’s photos that made the paper and socials.” She said.

Coming alongside a black glass skyscraper, Spider-boi checks out her slim body and large hips as she swings past. The people inside think she is giving them the thumbs up.

“Don’t worry, I changed my costume so it won’t happen again. Now there are podcasts and videos debating whether I’m a guy or a girl. I posted about it once and told the world I’m a woman. It went viral, but the name had already stuck. Sorry about the pun, it was that or a quip and I try to save the best quips for villains.”

Voooopop! Voooopop! Voooopop! One of my powers is the ability to sense damage. Unlike the other spider-persons, the tingling is in my balls not my head.

*thicc, thicc.* Spider-boi swings in the direction her balls tell her to head too.

Releasing the webline, Spider-boi’s body arched through the air. Her figure in the shape of a slightly bent ‘Y.’ She lands gracefully. The toes of her blue near mint colored ballet slippers touch first on the top edge of the parapet wall. Her knees and legs bent and spread as she dropped into a squat to absorb the kinetic energy of her landing. Her pink-web gloves with white fingertips came to rest on the edge of the short wall. Just off center of her body as she did her best to hide the large bulge running between her leg and suit.

Scanning the rooftop, she thinks, Inside?