Peter's patented spider-sense was going crazy, but it was already too late. A single drop of milk had been on Crystal's nipple, and the instant it touched his tongue, he wanted... he needed more. He began to suckle as she demanded.
As he drank, Crystal's words took on a larger meaning. She called herself Aunty Crystal, and it became truth to him. He was her little man, her bad boy, her nephew. Years were washed away by her milk, until he looked sixteen again. Just the age he was
when he was bitten by the spider. The age when he was a brat, a boy interested in his own needs. With great power came great titties.
Petey shifted to suck her other nipple, his mind filling with naughty thoughts.
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Mary Jane licked her lips unconsciously. "What do you want?"
"Well, actually, I'm building a harem of beautiful, devoted slaves, and I decided you'd be a marvelous addition to the collection after seeing your modelling in your underwear." Franklin had been raised to be honest, and he saw no reason to lie to Mrs.
Mary Jane stared at him, then laughed. "Oh, Franklin, that was a good--"
She froze, her eyes glazing over as Franklin started to make changes to her.