You enter the room, and look around. nobody seems to be in yet. Fuck. Just as you are prepared to leave, you hear laughter in the hallway that seems to be heading your way. You realize in a panic that you are standing in the worst possible spot should the door open, and you quickly scamped over to the nightstand. You can't explain why, but you hide underneath it. Maybe you would just feel better if whoever was approaching didn't see a tiny intruder in their room as soon as they came in.
The door swings open just as you slide to a halt behind the leg of the nightstand. You peak around the corner, and see the impossibly beautiful May Parker coming through the door frame, still laughing from whatever she was discussing with her friends. She finished pulling her mask off just as she came into the room, and ruffled her short, dark-brown hair as she let out a sigh of relief.
Throwing her mask onto the bed, she began stretching. Her body was the most beautiful one you had ever seen. Her long legs were toned with lean muscle, and connected to round hips, wide but incredibly fit. Her waist was barely over half the circumference of her shapely hips. Her perky breasts were a perfect size- round and protruding without being disproportional. Her figure alone was a super power. You held your breath as she reached to touch her toes, and you watched her perfect backside push against the back of her suit. It was impossibly round, made up of firm muscle and a thin layer of fat. It was the most perfect ass you had ever seen.
You nearly gasped out loud as you saw her hand reach around to the zipper on the back of her suit. Slowly, her back became visible. The flesh was like marble, smooth and chiseled. She peeled her skin tight suit off of her hips, and had to shimmy her body to get it around her massive posterior. The spongy flesh of her ass jiggled as she squirmed out of the fabric, revealing a tiny red thong that disappeared between her beautiful cheeks. She bent over to guide her feet out of the bottom of her suit, and you couldn't help but gasp. The sight of her massive booty bent over in a thong was just too much.
Suddenly, Spider-Girl whipped around, her perfect breasts bouncing in her bra. Apparently, she had heard you. Damn her Spider-senses. Terrified, you shrunk back underneath the nightstand, as you heard the now alert Spider-Girl stalking towards you.
"Who's there?" She said as she approached your hiding place. You considered your options- you could answer her and risk the awkward scenario that would follow when she found out you were watching her strip. After all, you came here looking for help, none of this was really your fault. Or, you could stay hidden, and wait for her to become preoccupied and then make your escape to seek help from another heroine. You know, one you didn't just watch get naked.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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