"But...but Auntie...I can't wed Mister Osborn..." Petey whined, feeling ashamed and confused. "...I mean, he's all old an' stuff. An' he's like...a villain..."
His Auntie (May Parker was so beautiful and glamourous. And...so robust. With her large bosom, solid frame and generous rearend, she looked more like a modern May West than his fragile, shy old...
He shook his head...as her image changed in his head. She'd NEVER been that gaunt, tiny old bundle of sticks. His Auntie was a lusty MILF with a bottomless hunger for cock. He looked up at her, and saw nothing wrong with her appearance. Her silverly
hair styled like a later-day Monroe, her fantastic figure and many flashy rings and jewels (gifts from her army of 'admirers') and saw the woman who'd raised him from childhood.
But...how had she raised him?
He suddenly remembered that he'd been home-schooled...and with a gasp, his mental images of those he'd met in school - Betty Brant, Flash Thomas, Ned Leeds and such - faded...faded...vanished...
He gasped out "But...school? I'm really smart..."
His Auntie laughed and lit a cigarette. "You? Smart? Where did you ever get that idea, my little Sweet Pea? I fear I haven't done the best job teaching you all that 'reading, writing and arithmetic', but it hardly mattered. I looked into your eyes when
you were sent to me, and I saw you'd never be a brain...so Auntie taught you what she thought you'd need to know to get a man in your clutches. Dressing and fashion and makeup...poise and grace...how to swing your hips and move your shoulders when you walk...how
to speak with just the right dick-hardening lilt in your voice. I know you hardly know a thing about chemistry or geology, but my little Sweet Pea knows all about how to style his hair, paint his face and work a man with his big, bubble butt." Auntie slipped
her long-nailed hand over Peter...Petey...'Sweet Pea's large, round ass...
And...he remembered it. He'd been raised to be a vain, flighty, giggly, petulant, swishy little gay-boi. When he thought of himself, he thought 'pretty' instead of 'smart', and as he slipped his own long-nailed hands (his manicure was always perfect)
over his large, round ass (a plump, bouncy double-globe of tight softness that was his pride and joy) he gasped and looked into the mirror again.
He...was tiny. At first he thought he was the same height he sort of remembered, but then...he realized he was wearing (perfectly normal) white pumps with six-inch stiletto heels...which was normal. I mean, after all...he was really just shy of 5-ft
without his special shoes, which he'd spent YEARS learning how to walk in. His slim, supple body (daily workouts and a special diet kept him nice and slim, save for his lushious ass) was squeezed into a waist-cinching designer gown of white lace that looked
so perfect. His hair - a vibrant chestnut mane (he washed his hair daily and used dozens of haircare products) was worn bound and braided into a complex updo that made him look so pretty and sophisticated, and his face...his face...
Petey moaned "...no..." as he saw his face.
His skin was soft and spotless under his mask of cosmetics. His mouth was a lush, pouty pillow...his nose a cute, little snub...his cheeks perfect...his eyes with their feathery lashes strangely large and guileless...yet also smokey and seductive. A
tiny, black beauty mark winked from his cheek, drawing attention to the fact that this sexy face also had a strong jaw. This wasn't a woman...it was a man...or rather, it was a boy...a sweet, sexy girly-boi made to swish and flounce and pout and cling to his
mans arm, but not much else.
Auntie smiled and touched up his makeup, soothing "Oh, you're such a sweet, piece of ass, Sweet Pea. You're Aunties little Sweet Pea..."
Sweet Pea (wait? Was that really his name? It was all that anyone ever called him, and he knew he'd had another name, but Auntie had changed it legally a long time ago) let Auntie position his veil in his hair, adjust the glittering diamonds in his
ears and about his neck, and led him into another room, where he saw...crowds of people. They were all gathered to watch something happen...but what? A wedding march began, snd Auntie led the confused and simple Sweet Pea down the isle, and he followed in
mincing, ass-swinging steps. They all looked at him, and at the woman who was being led along side him. Well, not so much a woman, but a man (taller than him, but so pretty) dressed much like him. The mad had long, black hair and an overly made-up face that
looked more trampy and cheap that Sweet Pea. He smirked at the cheaply tarted boi-tramp, and saw...saw Norman Osborn. For a momant, Sweet Pea gasped and slowed his mincing...then sped up. Norman Osborn was so handsom! So powerful and commanding! Had he ever
even fantasized about opposing him in any way? If so, then he'd been a fool. Norman Osborn was a greek god made flesh...and the fact that he wanted to marry him suddenly made Sweet Pea swoon. Osborn loved HIM! Wanted HIM! Wanted to be seen walking down the
street with HIM on his arm, dripping with jewels and looking like the sweet, sissy he was always supposed to be. He looked at Harry Osborn, and he WANTED to hear Harry call him 'Mom'.
Lex Luthor did indeed glance at him, but he was obviously into his trampy boi-slut, and when the reverend asked him "Sweet Pea Parker, do you blah-blah-blah" he squealed out "I sure do!" in such a way that everyone laughed. Then he asked "Kandi Kent,
do you take Lex Luthor..." Kandi licked his thick, surgery enhanced crimson lips and drawled "Up mah ass, awl night long." like the cheap, redneck slut-boi he obviously was. The crowd gasped or giggled, and Lex cupped Kandi's ass and squeezed.
"I Now pronounce you...husband and boi-wife. You may kiss the boi."
Lex kissed his sluty, cheap little whore Kandi Luthor, and Norman lowered his face to his...their lips touched...and Sweet Pea Osborn was born again. He was pretty and sexy and soft and tiny, and now he was Norman Osborn's boi-wife. His knees went soft,
and tears glinted from the corners of his eyes. Sweet Pea Osborn! It was a dream come true! He noticed the Fisks were there, smiled and looking happy...and Granny Goodness stood there with her children, and her own three slutty boi's. Surrounded by servants,
Marylin Farouk and Frenzy smiled at them, and sweet Bobbi and Angel - on leashes and looking pleased as punch - clapped and said "You go, Boi! We love you so much!" as he passed. Doctor Psycho and that cheap, filthy tramp of his were there. Katheryn Krieger
and her daughter Kitty was there, with that fat, foolish maid of theirs waving and laughing at how happy Sweet Pea was...all his friends. All the people who inspired and encouraged him. He was so happy to know them.