Peter 'Spider-Man' Parker was a little confused.
He had gone to bed in his tiny apartment, alone. When he woke up, however, things had changed DRASTICALLY.
His apartment was now a palatial bedroom, webs adorning various places around the ceiling. His costumes, every one he had ever worn and a few, more kingly ones he didn't recognized, hung in glass display cases around the room. His bed was now massive, bearing a spider-motif bedframe and curtains, and covered in silk sheets.
"What in blazes..." he said.
There was a huge flatscreen TV attached to the wall. Peter looked around for the remote, grumbling, "Where's the damn remote, I need to turn the TV on..."
"Television on," intoned a female voice.
Peter jerked, startled, and turned towards the TV. On it, J. Jonah Jameson was hosting a show. "Well, folks, it's year five of the Spider-King's rule of the world, and I hate to say it, but I just lost the damn bet. You win, Spider. You've been ruling this half of the world for five years now, and everything's a better for it. I'll be more respectful now. Still gonna make fun of you off the air, though. Shouldn't have let us keep free speech!"
"Um... holy crap..." Peter said, his eye twitching.
"Anyway," Jonah said, "Onto the news!" The image changed, showing scenes of battle. "The battle against Hydra's forces overseas, as well as Doctor Doom's resistance, is going steadily. Doom's proving to be a formidible opponent for the forces of the Spider Armada, but General Norman Osborn reports that they're slowly making headway into Latveria. The fact that Hydra and Doom are at odds is helping our side of the conflict." The scene changed again. "In social news, Spider-King's popularity amongst superpowered women is at 100%, with most saying that they'd let him fuck them right then and there if he just asked. Hell, the guy's got twenty wives already, why not more?"
"Um..." Peter said, blushing.
As if on cue, two lumps under the covers stirred, revealing the very naked and MUCH more busty than usual forms of Mary-Jane and Felicia Hardy, the two intertwined as if they had been making out. They grinned at Peter and said, "Good morning, tiger!"