Kitty moaned softly as her head bobbed up and down her Master's firm, hard shaft, her tongue greedily slurping and licking at the still throbbing veined pole as she hungrily collected and consumed their mixed juices.
Peter, who recently had come into possession of the Mater PC software, lay back his hands resting on Kitty's head, firmly guiding and controlling her as he gasped and swore in pleasure.
"Fuck! That's right whore, take it. Take it all, you slutty bitch!" he growled, his words causing Kitty to spasm and cum as she continued to give his mammoth love-gun a tongue bath.
Eventually, Peter had had enough. After all, he had other sluts to capture for his harem. Pulling Kitty off by her hair, he threw her down onto the bed and examined the results of her Master PC Transformation.
The most obvious change was to her tits, what were once normal sized breasts were now monster melons, which had already burst out of her modest t-shirt, exposing her huge, bullet like nipples. The increased sex-driver Peter had given his plaything meant
that Kitty was unable to stop playing with her huge puppies; even now she tweaked and pulled on her engorged nips, moaning in pleasure.
But that wasn't the only change, her lips were cherry red and and perfectly plump and rounded. Anyone who saw them would know that they were built for cocksucking, while her waist was freakishly slim and her stomach abnormally flat. A sharp contrast so
her ass which was like two beachballs crammed into her tiny white panties, the delicate cotton clinging tightly to each smooth cheek as it wormed itself deep inside her ass-crack. Her cunt was perfectly smooth and hairless, as was the rest of her body, her
panties a dull grey soaked as they were by her and his sex juices.
Peter smiled at her re-sculptured form, and at her wanton behaviour. "Look at you, you big-tittied slut." He said, his hands grasping at her flesh globes and squeezing hard making Kitty writhe and squirm in ecstasy. "From know you, you're Titty Pryde."
He said, laughing at his own joke and causing this plaything to giggle girlishly in agreement.
Peter quickly changed into his Spider-Man outfit and webbing his laptop to his back turned to the open window. Turning to the bed, he saw "Titty" thrusting one of his empty test-tubes into her slick snatch while the fingers on her free hand rubbed and
patted at her clit.
"Stay her slut, and welcome Wanda when she arrives." He ordered, "I'm off to collect Teacher." Laughing, Peter jumped out of the window and swung off, "Gotta Catch 'Em All."
Titty groaned with increasing frustration. Without Peter, the love of her life, her frantic actions meant nothing. Her fingers weren't enough. His test-tubes weren't enough. Nothing would be enough. She needed his voice to degrade and humiliate her; to
tell her what a filthy, dirty little slut she was. It wasn't enough for her just to know this. She had to be told. Nor was it enough for her to fuck her throbbing, pulsating wet cunny. No matter how hungry and needful it was, it wasn't the same. Not without
Peter's weight upon her or against her. Not without her feeling his heat against her skin. Not without her smelling his masculine musky scent.
Tears formed as she frantically thrust the test tube deeper and deeper into her tight by sopping pussy with ever increasing speed and vigor. But it just made her realise more and more how much see needed Peter.