Miles felt a bit guilty. On one hand it was lame as hell that Gwen had just left without any way to contact her even though she had all that hi tech multiversal junk, but on the other that hadn’t stopped him from swiping a little souvenir while she hadn’t been paying attention. She had been rocking some wild looking headset thing, like some kind of custom built headdeck that probably cost more than the GDP of some countries from how souped up it was. For some reason she was real defensive about letting him try it on even though it had some kind of extradimensional bluetooth that could blast her music into his head psychically. And apparently she brought backups in case they broke so…
At first he waited a few months just in case she came back looking for it. To play it off and avoid the time police or whatever forces Gwen was with, but as time moved on and Valentine’s day approached, he was feeling a bit lonely. So of course, why wouldn’t he enjoy drawing a pic of his crush to one of her multi dimensional playlists? It wasn’t like he could just use them in public though, her spare headphones her colors. He hoped it came with some kind of manual though, the box housing them covered in psychedelic blues and pinks with the promise for a "truly immersive experience" intriguing him, a "6D Dimension Breaking Experiment" on the back, though why a multidimensional agency had ad blurbs on their boxes was a mystery. It took a few minutes to figure out how to open it, a button on the side unfurling the whole packaging, letting Gwen’s unaware ‘gift’ fall into Miles’ lap.
“Dang were they really this awesome?”
Normally they were hidden behind her hood or stuffed away so he hadn’t gotten a close look at them, the sight mesmerizing as he rotated them in his hands. It was really trippy how they had colored it, that kind of glitchy style making it look otherworldly, like it was going to pop out of his reality. Looking at it made him feel dizzy, the edges having this odd blur effect, a slight whisper in his ears making his nails tingle as they tapped against the pads, a soft hum urging him to put them on. Before he could even think about where to plug them in, just slipping them over his ears made a connection jingle play, Miles assuming some kind of bluetoooth thing at work, his ear drums blanketed in the startup noise as his canals joined the ends of his fingers in that tingling buzz.
STARTUP MODE… CONNECTING TO BACKUP… WELCOME BACK GWEN. DIMENSIONAL FRICTION DETECTED. WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR DIMENSIONAL GROUNDING PLAYLIST?
Miles jerked around as haptic menus suddenly filled his eyes, his hands buzzing as they glitched through a bevy of popup menus, tiny pinpricks of paleness prickling through his darker skin as he accidentally selected yes.
EXCELLENT CHOICE. CORRECTING ARTIFACTS. PREPARING SUBCONSCIOUS CORRECTION PATTERN.
Miles was still amazed by the interactivity, all those promises on the box underselling just how cool this would be, even the menus fun to swivel through as the first knuckles on his fingers hummed and popped, warm flurries slimming them joint by joint as the nails slowly crept past their nail beds. Plus these had to be the best noise canceling phones he had ever put on, every ambient noise silenced as each side cushioned itself around his ears, any discomfort soon fading away as static crept into his lobes, leeching away their pigment as the complexion spread.
There had to be some place to explain how to use it. A manual or a place you could ask questions, Miles not really paying the fullest attention to the prompts as he clicked yes a few times to get to using them. He had been so busy shuffling screens he hadn’t had the action screen in an easy to spot place, only finding it while looking for a settings page. It was immediately eye catching, the screen ballooning to fill his vision like his eyes had become projector screens, the on screen prompt now a countdown for some kind of audio test, Miles only noticing as it hit 2, then 1 before a cavalcade of tones and colors overwhelmed him, his eyes going dull.
The colors of the test screen were one of those spiraling visual illusions, one that was slowly sucking Miles inside the colors. It was some weird shit, endlessly layered repetitions of Gwen's voice disorienting him as the constant overload dulled his senses, the onscreen mess gradually leaning him forwards. The colors seemed to burn into his eyes, the grey fading from each iris as they turned a sparkling blue, the dizzying colors making his lashes flutter as his darker eyelashes bleached themselves blonde, a feeling of bliss encompassing his brain as the headphones gradually lowered the chorus of Gwen voices to a subliminal murmur.
Softly the voices whispered to his subconscious, Miles vaguely aware of the pleasure conditioning him, his body leaning into it as his cock hardened from the voices whispering seductively, "You love Gwen. You want to be Gwen. You love her silky hair. You want her perfect body. You need her perfect voice." His throat felt dry, his body hot, his already base level attraction to Gwen rising as her voice beckoned him onwards. It was like the whispers were caressing him, more pale pinpricks running up and down his body, veins of peachiness spreading over as the voices played along with his crush, urging him deeper into the obsession as a low hum filled his body.
gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen gwen-
He moaned happily as thoughts of Gwen gradually filled the gaps of his consciousness, Miles scratching at his scalp as blonde strands weaved their way through his black hair, tighter kinks popping like a straight iron running through, sapping the color as the texture turned silkier. This just made his lengthening nails dig harder, the itch coming from a few spots on the side and left where his unfurling afro was being sheared, an invisible buzz mowing through his scalp. It felt good to rub the prickly razor shorn patches, a punky style forming as in contrast to the shaved sections. His remaining hair tripled in length, soft, conditioned beauty spilling over his left eye, Miles giggling as the blonde spread to his eyebrow as they thinned.
His electricity powers were going haywire, electrolysis systematically eliminating hair across his body, his spider factors going into overdrive as on a deep fundamental his universal pitch shifted to a punkier, higher tone. Something was gradually massaging his brain as his brow crackled, soft coos leaving him as it softened, his blue eyes widening in the sockets. He almost noticed the changes, but as the thought that something strange was happening, the screen changed, flashes of Gwen’s life playing out. Gwen playing in her band, swinging from rooftops, hanging with him as weird butterflies swarmed at the sight of himself from her perspective. Before he could notice anything off with that it shifted again, this time her posing half naked in front of a mirror.
Giles swallowed hard, the headphones blocking out the ways his voice was warping, rising to a spunky alto though there was a pleasant lingering chill on his throat as his stubble and chin receded into softer femininity. Any worries of skeeviness were shushed away by a wider array of Gwen whispering how she wanted him to watch, giggles and commentary echoing as the various voices guided him deeper.
It was all very pleasant, everything designed to ensure a smooth transfer of dimensional mooring, Giles unknowingly agreeing to be converted by a process algorithmically perfected to ensure his inevitable Gwendom. His leaned forwards posture was fully absorbed by the show, the continual Gwen subliminals gradually tightening its grip. Speaking of tightening, there was a numbing obliviousness to his undershirt and underwear turning the consistency of paint, only a general rubbing sensation as the spreading goo spread to his softening skin, rubbing it up and down as it circled around, hugging every last crevice of his body as the goo continued to flow downwards. It was conductive, adding to the shocks of his squirming DNA, veins becoming cracks and then splotches, his ethnicity paling as the goo sucked away melanin, moisturizing it to feminine perfection as the oblivious convertgawked at an image he’d soon be recreating.
Eventually the posing turned to her dressing up, a familiar uniform hugging her body as an odd tinge of envy filled him. His outer clothes started to shift as well, the sight of the uniform causing his casual shirt to stiffen up. Buttons sprouted up the front, his pants creasing as more of the fabric melted over his calves. Everything was starting to press down on his body, the forming latex, the shrinking contours of his dress shirt, even the hem of his jeans sliding up a bit further as it condensed to an elastic band in cloth, the lines in his jeans checkering as the seams undid their stitching. While there was no conscious recognition of his stifling outfit, Gilen was in a constant state of fidgeting, feet tapping on the ground as toes were jangled tinier, fingers tapping on his thighs as paint colored his lenghty nail beds. He kept sucking on his lips, cooing as the melting shirt spread up to wrap around his neck, his pursed lips bloating with gloss as his excitement kept growing.
But why was he so excited? These were her memories weren’t they? It wasn’t like she was a stranger to her own body. Or maybe it was that knowledge itself threading through his mind, turning him on at the thought of who he knew was about to appear as he recognized that uniform she had swiped from Miles’s school, and god did she NNGH sh-she looked so hot, Gilen groaning as she slid it on piece by piece, ready to burst as his new uniform squeezed. Sure enough it happened, Gwen's fully clothed form winking in the images at Gilen, the first sight he had of her in his universe as something clicked into place, pleasure erupting as he came.
So much need had been encoded into his brain at this point, the voices whispering how much he needed Gwen, how much he wanted Gwen, how he WAS Gwen, the image of her almost like oxygen in the level his body craved it, needed to absorb every detail. That's what caused him to burst so instantly, his cock unleashing load after load of white that mixed with the black ooze hugging his body, adding to the overall latex design as the tension eased across him.
It wasn't like the clothes were getting looser, in fact they were shrinking rapidly, a dress blouse bearing down on muscle, the suit squeezing his bulky frame as his malformed jeans tore at mid thigh, flaring into a slim skirt that would have strangled him before. Before was the key word though, his masculine frame glitching like an out of universe anomaly. Rather than the usual screams to be expected were orgasmic shouts of bliss, his muscle siphoning to painterly clumps of waste, his entire appearance gaining flashier outlines as bulk and breadth gushed from his latex bound cock.
With all his pleasure, his eyes remained wide and unblinking, tongue lolling at the freeze frame of Gwen on screen began to fizzle and blink, the image glitching as hundreds, thousands of stills of Gwen flashed before Gwilen. Some were from his fading memoires, some were just her in her daily life, and others were more perverted, her outfits sparking in and out as Gwilen moaned, remembering when and where he had bought each one, his shoulders slimming as they rounded, pleasure erupting as the tight latex binding squeezed his balls. Gwilen revelled in the half naked flashes of Gwen stripping, his fingers feeling up his own body beneath the almost formed school uniform. Said fingers were slender now, large sections of his hand and arms glitching as the universal outline squeezed them down, his face a perfect match for Gwen's as his the paleness ran over his ethnicity. It felt so smooth, so nice to tease, squeezing his nose as its puggish shape thinned, pink lips and smooth cheeks pursed as he continued to feel his shrinking muscles, his erect nipples, his latex spidey-
...what?
It was so hard to tear his eyes from the screen, the images feeling so good to stare at, to feel drift over his thoughts and erase all worries, all concerns, but Gwilen could feel something wrong, his brain struggling to make the connection as his fingers continued to run circles over his puffy little nipples, unable to hear just how lewd his voice was as he felt something swell. The chorus of Gwens was too convincing, his brain dissociating the nipples on his chest, unsure what he wanted, a part turned on by the idea of giving Gwen’s chest a grope and yet the more he ran his fingers around them, the easier it became to imagine Miles grabbing her from behind and making her-
"Ohh~ oh yes. Ohh fuuuuck nngh mm mmm~!"
It just felt too good, his awareness barely able to even maintain his own panic as his arms continued to shrink, his shoulders rolling as they popped tighter, rounder, slimmer. All that tension was easing away, another warm gush spilling from his cock as his balls trembled, the squeeze of the latex rubbing them against himself like they wanted to push in, that thought making his own arousal spike the more he looked at the flashing images of Gwen.
The Gwen on screen was continuing to strip, her uniform coming undone, teasing the contours of her curvy body to the viewing pleasure of Gwilen, his hands mimicking hers as the subconscious need to be close to her revealed his slimming, throbbing midriff. A different kind of arousal filled his mind as his hands teased what muscle remained, the thought of him running his fingers along Miles's-
"N-No that's not- I’m M-Miles’s girl- Ahhn s-stop STAHHHHP~!"
His attempts to resist led to him squeezing too hard, the last of his masculine physique squeezing inwards as his shirt and underwear merged, a full body latex spidersuit hugging his body as his spine was eased into an arch, orgasmic releases painting the shoulders and neckline white as each satisfying spill drained his bulky core into a slender, flexible tummy. Gwilen could feel each crunch of spine, every glorious inch of height and breadth forced out the longer he stared, his, no Gwen's hands lovingly molding him as he found himself unable to stop. He could only thrash and moan, following her moves as his hands found his chest and pinched.
The more his fingers squeezed his nipples the more his mind seemed to compress, memories and identity having less room in his head as each tease caused a surge of Gwen. It felt incredible, the subliminal Gwen voices urging him to enjoy her body more, parts of his thoughts lapsing into thinking it was her body anyways so she might as well have some fun with it. Besides whenever he resisted his self gropes weren't half as skilled or precise, every attempt to think of himself sparking a wave of shifted arousal as Gwilen came, balls feeling drained from the constant barrage of pleasure.
Soon his nipples were acclimated to the little baby pinches he had started with, small lumps of fat squeezing under as the pleasure magnified, a bit of pain just the nice bit of spice he wanted, a sharp prick over his right eyebrow making his groping get rougher as a shiny piercing gleamed in the light of the screen. Fuck he really couldn't stop, loving the way his slender midriff rubbed against the full body spidey suit, the latex so thin and skintight it barely felt like anything as his fingers squished the rising breasts, battering them like they were her drum kit in a solo, really digging in there to maximize her fun, focusing in like she had a thousand mile- Nngh no m-miles that word meant something to-
"AHH SHIIIIT SHIIIIIT OHHH GAHHHD~!"
His body didn't want him to remember, that wave of revulsion making his stomach churn, Gwien squealing as any remaining bulk left in her stomach crushed like a paint tube being emptied, his balls scraping against his churning innards from how tight they were, a hood sprouting from all the excess mass as his hands roughly shaped and pulled out a perky set of tits. He had to remember his real identity, had to fight these expectations her father had put on him. No his father was a police chief wasn’t he? And Miles ugh he really wished she could see him right- No he had to remember that he was Spider Gwen!
That brief mental lapse was a big mistake, Gwein's head throbbing faster, his hands feeling every inch of his shrunken, slender body as they traveled lower. At this point it’d be like dimensional blue balling, the room around him already glitching into hers, the universe needing the correction to finish as his resistance just resulted in even greater force to complete the process. There was no point in hiding what was happening, Gwein's body already too far gone as the voices raised from subliminal to overpowering, a chorus of Gwen surrounding every thought.
"BE GWEN."
"YOU'RE SO HORNY GWEN."
"YOU WANT TO BE GWEN STACY."
"YOU LOVE YOUR FLEXIBLE BODY GWEN."
"IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE GWEN."
"YOU'RE SO WET GWEN. GIVE INTO IT GWEN."
Drool poured from his open mouth, his hands rubbing at a spot below his navel, Gwein feeling a hollowness forcibly carve its way inside. It didn't matter how much part of him knew he had to stop. That part wasn't in control anymore, just an observer to the show the better parts of him were taking part in, his hips trembling as they first pulled inwards, losing all that bulky masculine girth as they diminished to a petite size.
Even his resistant thoughts were betraying him, the voices using his self image as more fuel for the inner Gwens, the thought of rubbing her fling from another swing across dimensions confusing what he even wanted to do as conflicting desires sent him screeching as a rough tug sent him into a frenzy. He was nearly hyperventilating from the bliss, his fingers teasingly tracing his shrunken balls, middle and index both lightly tapping them, then pushing lightly at first, then harder. Gwein bucked as the last of his seed spurted out in a weak trickle, his hips reversing their shrinkage as his pelvis spread open, the chorus of Gwen voices in his headphones mirroring his own pleasured cries as her fingers thrust into a tight little cavern.
The widened berth of his hips made the skintight latex pull into the shallow opening, Gwein's fingers running up and down the sensitive opening, pushing deeper as the playful teasing gradually carved out a leaking, horny slit. It was a completely new feeling for him, and yet she remembered doing it like this so many times, his ass not spared either as his other hand took turns groping his cheeks and thighs. There was so little of him left, his fragmented mind trying to resist the alien arousal as thoughts of men filled his head. There was a flickering image of one in particular flashing in, his old self feeling separate, desperately holding on to the thought of Miles desperately holding her as he- The screen for once gave him what he wanted, Gwein seeing her old self flash on as for a second he thought he could resist, till she felt another tug at the sight of her crush.
A ticklish warmth spread through Gwein's core, her confused thoughts awash with a strong, surging lust. Her nipples were hard, her innards were spreading, that aching hollowness slicing down and up till it met in the middle. Her fingers thrust into her aching slit as the continued clips of Miles drew her in. He shook his head, squealing against the rising tide of feminine desire, feeling his preferences shift as his fingers betrayed h-her? Her perspective didn’t even need to play on the screen for him to feel it, his grasping thoughts glitching internally, replacing his former self as more memories sprung up, the insistent pull of the portal, the way she had fallen into another universe, the urge to go back and Miles...
Just thinking of him made her fingers push in, fingering through the latex as her ass continued to swell, her panic drowning in a sea of painted memories, her feet twitching as her masculine thoughts spurted in shades of blue, leaking through the latex to wrap tightly into ballet shoes for her oversized feet. It wasn't like she was going to get much use of them for the future though, the pull becoming literal as her thicker ass rose off the couch, even with the screen no longer there to hypnotize her the roots of Gwen were too deep to pull out.
There was a mental squish as her brain was fully painted over, her eyes twitching as excess thoughts splattered down onto her wrists as she spun in the air, hardening to bracelets as she continued to bask in the fantasy of Miles. Another squish echoed as her thighs squeezed together, just as plush and perky as her ass, her calves toning as she continued to finger herself. It didn't take much force for the ballet shoes to shrink her feet to a perfect fit, every flexible, acrobatic inch of her body twisting as her entire room warped, the world bathed in pink as her cock gave its final throb. The universe was making corrections and it seemed the last piece wrong on her body was ready to join the rest of her in Gwendless bliss.
"Nnngh mmm~ Miles..."
The chorus of voices weren't needed anymore, her headphones blasting music he had given her from his universe, her giggled moans of pleasure hitching as an unsatisfying clench spasmed through her groin. It was like her body was trying to cum, but there wasn't really that proper trigger yet for it, Gwen's fingering missing that spot that'd really get her going, barely aware that each shudder of her pussy was gradually tugging on the muscles of her cock, a death by a hundred failed orgasms as the more frustrated she got the harder she fingered herself.
She kept tumbling through an ever changing hallway of lights and animation styles, her own appearance stabilizing as her tip sealed, her shaft melting into the muscle, the sensitivity building and building till her thumb flicked against the still erect knob atop a stub, pushing on it for leverage as she dug deeper, only to forcibly shove it in as her innards gurgled and slurped it inside with a juicy SCHLICK! Her fall ended on her bed, the portal dumping right as she finally came, her thighs smattered with fluids.
They glitched out, any hint of outerdimensional material fading from reality or merging with her suit. All that was left was a fully satisfied Gwen, feeling all sorts of turned on as she rolled in bed. She felt a bit pathetic being down this bad for Miles but hey, it was the season for love. She sighed, feeling a warm pulse fading deep within, almost like some ghost of him was reaching out, but she groaned at how cringy that sounded as the feeling of wrongness faded, but little of the arousal as she prepared for a round two.
Before she could get too comfy though her hidden police scanner went off, reports of a metahuman incident occurring a few miles away as she sighed, pulling the hood up as she didn't get to bask in her fantasies for nearly as long as she wanted. Such was the burden of being Spider-Gwen, though she supposed she could probably have some fun hanging upside down off a skyscraper later. She could imagine the kind of media shitstorm that'd stir if anyone got pictures of her doing that in public, but the thought kind of excited her as she got some tunes up, Gwen giggling as she swung off to another average day. She didn’t know she had just rewritten his canon, or that another her was out in the multiverse. All that would come to a head later. All she wanted to do was stop some crime and chill. And just maybe she could swing over to Miles's dimension for some fun later. She couldn’t say why she felt so confident then, but something inside told her he wouldn’t be able to resist her charms.