Spiderman: A New Home

*7K Follower Special*

Seven freakin' thousand! Y'all are insane. Anyway though, in keeping with the tradition, I thought it was time I took a crack at a superhero-themed transformation. Hope you enjoy ;)

“C'mon man! Do you really have to hide?” Peter Parker yelled out towards the mysterious figure hiding behind the rubble. “Just because this isn’t Queens doesn’t mean I can’t catch a villain.”

This wasn’t exactly how Peter had been wanting to spend his fall break. It was his first year at a university and everything had been going fine. He had been able to balance a life between school and playing hero without getting caught. Sure, he was a little tired, but he had promised himself that he would take a step back at the fall break. A trio of Latino men had a different idea however.

Peter had accidentally spotted what looked like shady business one night while walking home. Luckily, he wasn’t seen, so he had followed the three men back to their place. It was there he discovered the illegal activities: some kind of international oil ring that–even though Peter didn’t exactly know how–reeked of wrongdoing. Over the next few days, he’d continued spying on the men and gathering evidence. But a week later, he had spontaneously hopped one of their flights and was definitely now closer to the equator then ever before.

“You can’t escape this!” Peter yelled, watching as the shadow turned a corner. When he’d arrived, he was only able to follow one of the three men out to a production facility for the mysterious oil. But what Peter didn’t know was that it had all been set up, the trap was due to blow up the compound with Spiderman in it. After all his adventures, Peter had learned to survive under pressure (literally), but he still had to catch the scoundrel.

“What are you hiding from?” Peter taunted, his usual cheeky demeanor not particularly present. “I just want to talk. I’ve got a big presentation to work on back home.”

It was then the shadowy figure spun around a corner behind Peter. Thanks to his senses, he was able to turn just as quickly to meet the man. 

“Don’t worry, Spidey,” the man snarled in a thick, Latin accent. “You won’t have to worry about that home any longer.”

Encased by the darkness, Peter couldn’t see the bucket of oil that hung from above. The black goo dumped itself all over the college student, soiling his suit and any exposed parts of his body in the black molasses. Peter was disgusted and honestly confused. Was that the best this villain could do? He tried to scrape all the oil off but to no avail. Peter had worked with grimy substances like this before and knew he wasn’t going to be able to get it out without the proper scrubs. With a sigh, the filthy Spiderman trudged his way out of the ruins to find some help.

He knew his suspect wouldn’t get too far away, so when Peter saw an office near the construction site–well, what remained of it–he decided to take a quick pitstop. If he would be able to find anything to help remove the oil, it would be there. With the help of his webs, he pulled the door out of its lock and strolled in, searching for any soaps, ointments, or even rags that could help him. But right as he thought he’d found something, Peter felt a surge of energy on his chest.

“What the…”

Peter’s eyes widened as he watched the oil begin to sink into his suit. It wasn’t like how a staining liquid typically sunk into clothing. This was anything but natural; the substance was literally forcing its way into the Spiderman suit. The oil was prying through the modern technology, finding any way it could. And before Peter could even access his technology, the oil fractured all communication systems. His suit was offline, and Peter was all alone.

“This probably isn’t good,” Peter said, trying to hide his growing fear with a little light commentary. The oil had now completely sunk into his suit and the effects were beginning to show. Starting at the center of his chest, the red color was immediately darkened into a pitch black. Just like an oil spill, the color washed across his entire body and completely covered any hue besides its shadowy shade. Even Peter’s emblem was affected, the spider expanding out into a white, notably fiercer version of an arachnid.

And just like how the oil that had tainted his suit, Peter arched his head back in pain as the mass forced its way into his exposed skin. Unlike the complete disappearance into his attire however, the corruptive molasses blemished Peter’s fair surface, mixing with his natural genealogy to create an abnormal amount of melanin. He could only groan as his body took on a darker color more suitable for containing the oil, crafting a browner skin that matched perfectly with the Latino men Peter had been following.

But the oil had more in store than just a change of skin color. The oil forced Peter's body to change and adapt to its influences. His body expanded outwards and upwards. His bones creaked and cracked, popping as they piled on inch after inch to assure the new Spiderman would be imposing. His shoulder blades elongated to support the muscular arms meant to carry barrels, not damsels in distress. His already glorious chest was maximized, his pecs becoming even more prominent and two more abs were added to create a pack of eight.

His legs experienced massive growth after their lengthening. His soles plumped into monstrous feet meant to assert his dominance. Running was put aside for squats and bolstering large loads, his thighs able to crush skulls and his calves able to butt steel. Speaking of butts, the oil gave him a behind thicker than any Peter had worked with. His pouch too became undeniably large, and even through the pain Peter was able to see the massive bulge underneath his suit.

“God…it feels so…feels so…tan bien…”

Peter couldn’t focus as the blood rushed to his face, thoughtlessly groping himself and basking in the pleasure of touch. The oil followed in the blood’s wake, coating Peter’s throat to make each and every word out of his mouth deep, sensual, and spicy. It spread across his head and eliminated everything that made Spiderman just a kid. Longer jaw supported by a well-shaped, masculine beard. Prominent nose guarded by stone-cold eyes and bushier brows. His haircut fluffed and reshaped, replacing the boy-next-door with a one-night-stand. Peter’s hair transitioned into the same black as the oil, transitioning the rest of the hair that had grown rapidly across his body too.

“Why does it feel so good…” Peter moaned. “...ser malo.”

Two earrings carved themselves through the new Latino’s ears, pure gold as a gift for his commitment to his superiors. That’s what the oil told Peter anyway as it finished its corruption. The black goo furiously restructured his suit and his being, eliminating anything that wasn’t complete dedication towards his new craft. Peter Parker was a young hero from Queens filled with curiosity and committed to justice. But this new man was no longer Peter. The oil had concocted Pedro Pérez, and he was a young scoundrel from Guatemala City filled with greed and committed to getting off.

“How are you feeling, amigo?” The man in the shadows had been watching from afar the entire time. With a few blinks, Pedro was able to clear his head and now truly take in the figure in front of him.

“Diabólico,” Pedro purred as the man approached. “y lujurioso.”

The man, who Pedro was able to recognize as one of his three incredibly sexy bosses, stepped right in front of him before placing a hand on his chest. Pedro could practically feel the spider emblem vibrate with his heartbeat as the man pushed him back into the green chair behind him.

“I think I can do something about that.” The man’s Spanish only drove Pedro wild. “And after that, let’s say we get back to work.”

Pedro moaned in delight, the thought of transporting the oil to the States sending him close. It was his job to defend it, protect it, and if need be, utilize it to corrupt others. But right now the only thing he truly wanted to corrupt was the back of his boss’s throat.

With a cocky grin, Pedro grabbed his pouch and got comfortable.

“Seamos codiciosos.”