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Socked Across The Spiderverse
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 02:35:47 +0000 UTCSwinging her way through the reaches of the spider-verse, the one and only Gwen Stacey swung through the boundary of universes. Making her way for Earth-204 on a mission for the Spider-Society.
But, as she wove through the universes she was suddenly struck of course. A lingering fragment from a science lab in another reality had glitched its way from its home dimension into the cross streams of the Spiderverse. Nailing Spider-Gwen off her path and into the jaws of another universe. Glitches and tears in reality accompanying her as she crashed into this new dimension.
Upon coming to, Gwen’s heightened senses had kicked in immediately. Taking in the average looking New York apartment around her. Or rather, above her.
Gwen saw that she was not only on the floor of this apartment, but also incredibly small relative to it. “Maybe this is a universe dominated by giants??” She thought to herself.
It was a second later that the next realization hit her, she couldn’t move. Not even by a tiny bit, entering this multiverse the way she did had changed her molecular form. Leaving her currently unaware of what she is and if she’ll get out of this mess.
Panicking, Gwen attempted to call out to anyone. Yet found that her voice was relegated to nothing but her internal monologue. She was silent with no mouth or ability to move. yet still had all of her senses in tact, with taste being paradoxically to be the strongest at the moment. The faint taste of… sweat and detergent? Being at the forefront of Gwen’s senses at the moment.
It was a few minutes… hours? However long before anything about Gwen’s surroundings changed. A door opening with accompanying footsteps leading into the apartment. Gwen once again tries calling out to the person. To no avail, yet a spark of hope flares up in Gwen as she sees the person in question. “OH MY GOD ITS MARY JANE!” She thinks to herself, while an alternate version of her, if Gwen can talk to her, she can-
Gwen’s thoughts of freedom were interrupted as Mary Jane began to undress, removing her formal attire to done more comfortable clothes to relax in for the evening. When MJ’s eyes met what would be Gwen’s. Seeing a pair of clean socks to put on, she reaches down to do so.
Gwen’s body is scooped up by the giant woman above her, she feels her warm hands tightly grip and handle her body. When it all finally clicks for Gwen, she’s MJ’s sock! She watches as the other sock she next to is slipped onto MJ’s bare foot. Before the horror sets in as she quickly approaches the exact same fate.
For Gwen it’s in slow motion as she is gingerly brought to MJ’s foot, her opening expanding by MJ’s fingers being a cascade of feelings for Gwen’s heightened awareness. Like every part was being firmly stretched out and manhandled. Before said opening started to be filled with her foot. Slowly Gwen felt fuller and fuller as she was fitted perfectly around MJ’s foot. Making Gwen feel as though MJ had just stuck her entire foot into Gwen’s mouth.
All of Gwen’s senses were going haywire around her foot, Gwen got a perfect taste for what MJ’s sweat tasted like. All of Gwen’s tastebuds having ended up nicely on the inside of the sock. Which made them nice and coated with all of her accumulated foot gunk. A taste that Gwen would have to accommodate and accept, unable to spit out or resist as it coats her mouth in full.
Her sense of smell was also working overtime, getting in the deep aroma of MJ after a long tiring day. Same for the feeling of constantly touching her owners sweaty foot with every inch of her body. Another experience she would quickly have adjust to as it remained an ever persistent element to her new form.
listening to this MJ blab on about her Peter drove Gwen mad. She probably knew this one! And if she could somehow just get in contact with him, he could get her back into the multiverse and get her back to normal!
MJ went to sleep with Gwen on that night, giving her nothing but the foot she was wrapped around to focus on for the hours of dark. Come morning she was tossed into a pile of dirty clothes, left to further stew in leftover gunk from MJ. She would be washed a day after that. While the cleaning and drying stung, Gwen at least found comfort in being clean again.
It’s been about two weeks in this dimension, Gwen has gone through the wringer of her owners foot a few times now. Much to confusion of Gwen, “god, does she own ANY other pairs of socks?” She thought as she is pulled out of the drawer and nicely onto her owners foot. By now she’s somewhat adjusted to the smells and tastes of MJ. But it’s still gross regardless.
Gwen still has had no contact from the spider society, and the closest “contact” she got with this dimensions Peter was when he and MJ started getting hot and heavy while Gwen was on the floor of the bedroom. The floated suggestion of using a sock as a cum rag just barely misses Gwen. Another nearby sock taking her place. She still shudders thinking about that.
Gwen can get out of this, she knows she can! It might just take a while, and while her mind is occupied with eventual escape, her body is focused on being a snug bunch of cotton for Mary Jane.
