Work Text:
Jumbo Carnation was busy working on a new garment when he heard a tap tap tapping on his window… The window that was currently 45 stories high. He whipped around, his lower left arm reaching for his gun for safety. His expression instantly relaxed as he saw who his surprise visitor was.
Why, it was none other than New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! One of them at least. There seemed to be a billion spider-people, all of them based somewhere in New York. It was a wonder any crimes happened at all between all of them, the X-Men, the Avengers… New York was a bit saturated with superheroes, but he digressed.
“Welcome, Spider-Man!” He swung open the large windows with a flair. “Ms. Frost barely gave me any warning that you’d be dropping by today.”
“That would make two of us,” Spider-Man joked. He reached out a hand to greet Jumbo but paused when he noticed how many hands the mutant had.
“Jumbo Carnation, lovely to meet you,” he said taking Spider-Man’s outstretched hand with all four. He could tell that got a rise out of the younger hero, his mask tugging into an expression that seemed to read like a grin. “I don’t imagine Emma told you what to come here for, did she?”
“Something about this year’s Hellfire Gala.. I’m sorry, she wasn’t super clear. I was just casually swinging around the city when I heard her posh accent in my head telling me to come here for a surprise.”
“Ah yes. She didn’t give me all the details, as I’m sure you know about the White Queen,” Jumbo said twirling back to his work station. “But she wanted me to drum up some ideas for you to wear to the gala!”
Spider-Man held up his hands in defense. “Oh no, no. I’m not much of a gala kind of person.”
“Nonsense! It’s only the party of the year. And she clearly has taken a liking to you, since she insisted you come wearing mutantkind’s finest.” Jumbo gestured Spider-Man to come to his table, spreading out the designs on the table. There were a handful of iterations on his super suit, but there was one that made him blush like a sinner in church.
The design obviously still gave him his mask to hide his identity. But the rest of his body was on display. It was basically an assortment of crystal webbing hanging off his body to tease his most intimate bits without being too publicly indecent. It looked more fitting for Emma Frost herself rather than Spider-Man.
Off his bewildered expression, Jumbo laughed heartily. “Alright, well I take it you like to keep more than just your face covered. No issue! I did a bunch of designs for our more famous mutants keeping in mind the original lustful nature of the Hellfire Club. Alas, those days are long over and Emma refuses to do a themed gala for whatever reason.” He blathered on, rolling his eyes as he took the scandalous design off the table.
“Sorry Mr. Carnation, I’m just not sure I could… pull off something like that. He was blushing hard, fairly certain it was showing through his mask from the intensity.
“Please, darling call me Jumbo,” He put two reassuring hands on the superhero’s shoulder. “I highly doubt that, considering the body I know you have under there –” Spider-Man shot him a look of confusion. “That run in you had with.. Oh bother, what was her name again? Skein? That sounds right. Believe me Spider-Man, you would make many many people happy if you chose to show a bit more skin. I’m firmly in the camp that all you vigilante cape and spandex types should honestly! No use in wasting those lovely genetics behind unflattering fabrics. Not that your current suit isn’t flattering to your form.”
Spider-Man’s blush deepened as he remembered just exactly what Jumbo was talking about. Skein, the supervillain who could control fabrics and threads. The last run in he had with her left him forced to make briefs out of his webs on the fly! And webbing wasn’t exactly the most close-knit fabric. Years later he was still seeing some upscaled pictures showing off the slippage of his cheeks or god forbid, his dick on the pervy parts of the Internet.
“Nope! No thank you. Let’s keep the skin for the privacy of my shower, just kindly just forget about that whole thing!” He frantically waved it away, hoping to move the conversation to anything other than his body. They spent a bit going over the designs, and what he needed out of the outfit from a practicality standpoint. They ended up settling on the stark black design with the geometric webbing details that could glow. Spider-Man was relieved to have moved on from the discussion of baring some skin for the gala. Of course, the conversation rolled back to the subject of his body. That was an impossibility to avoid since Jumbo needed his measurements to create the suit.
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’m a professional, darling! Just please stand over there by the mirrors and we’ll get you situated.” His smile had a glint of sparkle in it. As Spider-Man walked over to the stand, Jumbo took a moment to appreciate the firm rear end Spidey was quite known for. It was a shame that the human was straight. With a body and an ass like that, he could do quite well on the Krakoan circuit. Though he did hear musings, mostly gossip fodder, but definitely intriguing sources talking about his “close friendship” with the Human Torch.
Before he could get too distracted by the fantasy of Spider-Man and the Human Torch, Jumbo cleared his head. He clapped both sets of arms together, and flipped his fur coat back. It was time to work. Spider-Man had the fortune of already wearing a generally tight costume, so technically it wouldn’t really be too much of a stretch to get his measurements as is. But Jumbo was no saint, and if he couldn’t get Spider-Man into a revealing Hellfire Gala look, well, he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity presented to him.
“You know, usually for my couture fittings I have my clients take off their shirts to get their exact chest measurements. Is that something you’d be comfortable with?” He pressed a button on his watch, making the mirror mechanism start to pump out spores. They were basically undetectable, and only laced with the tiniest bit of Krakoan psychic energy. Not enough to fully control someone, but just enough to make them pliable… and a tad bit aroused.
“Um, not really. My suit is kind of like a big onesie,” Spider-Man said. He tried focusing his eyes, feeling the faintest bit of his Spidey-senses going off. But he shrugged it off, he was probably just uncomfortable with the situation. “If I take it off, the whole thing goes with it.”
“That’s fine! Honestly, if you’re in your underwear already it makes it much easier to create custom couture that fits perfectly with your form. Go ahead and strip down whenever you’re ready.”
Spider-Man looked taken back. That wasn’t what he meant! But Jumbo was being so nice and professional… It only made sense to help him out, especially when he was doing this pro bono. Or at least, he assumed so. There was no way Peter could afford couture, unless he took up his fans' suggestions to start an OnlyFans or something.
He began to toy with the collar of his suit. It felt muggy in the studio all of a sudden. “Do you have any water?” He asked, suddenly licking his dry lips.
“Of course, here you are.” Jumbo smiled. “Let me know when you’re ready for the upper body measurements.”
Spider-Man nodded, his gloves struggling to work the hidden zip on his suit. He took a deep breath, unknowingly inhaling more of the Krakoan spores.Het let out an embarrassingly low moan, which he hoped Jumbo didn’t catch. Slowly, he worked the zipper down, exposing his taut back muscles. As it came to the small of his back, Jumbo paused. He could see the top of Spider-Man’s crack about to be revealed. And while he had no qualms about taking the measurements of the naked hero, this was a step too far when his set up was only meant to nudge the mind.
“Oh er…. You’re entirely certain you’re okay with taking off your suit?” Jumbo asked, trying to sound casual. “I only ask just in case there’s something you don’t want people to see might come slipping out…”
The webslinger let out a squeak. He completely forgot that he went commando today! His hands flew behind his back to make sure the suit was still on him, and that Jumbo didn’t see anything. “O-oh right! Nevermind. I’ll just push down the top half is that okay?”
“Perfectly, fine with me.” Jumbo got to work, lowkey admiring the display of muscles before him. He took his shoulder measurements, sleeve length and wrists. His giant hands took Spider-Man’s surprisingly dainty hands in his to get his glove measurements. Then he brought the tape measure to the taut chest. He hid his grin when Spider-Man gasped as the cold metal of the tape measure “accidentally” brushed against his nipples.
Spider-Man was a bit confused as to why exactly he was starting to chub up in his suit. He thanked god the bunched fabric of the top half of his suit would provide some cover. He just prayed that Jumbo didn’t notice the change in his demeanor.
Of course, Jumbo knew exactly why the hero was acting the way he ways. Thank Krakoa and her all her power and influence. He walked away, making sure his security cameras were capturing this at every intimate angle. Satisfied, he returned to Spider-Man, who was awkwardly standing with his hands cupped over his manhood.
“Spider-Man, we really must get an accurate measurement of your lower half. I can’t do it with all that fabric bunched around your waist,” Jumbo said gesturing to where his hands were holding the fabric up. “I might have some cover garments for you if that’s suitable?” He held back a chuckle as Spider-Man eagerly nodded his head.
Jumbo held up a white baggie, handing it over to Spidey. He pointed him to a changing area behind a screen and patiently waited, marking down his measurements on a notepad. Peter was flushed under his suit, his entire skin felt hot. The baggie contained a pair of white bikini briefs. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the screen was standing and quickly shucked off his suit.
The a/c felt wonderful on his bare skin, sighing in relief as his cock flopped out, thwacking against his stomach. He tried thinking of his Aunt May, of Vulture and Doc Ock going at it, but his boner would not subside for whatever reason.
“Everything okay, Spider-Man?”
Jumbo’s voice snapped him out of his horny daze. He quickly undid his boots and hopped into the tiny briefs, trying his best to stuff himself into the scant fabric without having his erection flopping about. It was useless, no matter what, his circumcised dick was clearly straining through the tight white briefs. “Er… I’ll be out in a little!”
“I don’t mean to be a bother, but I do have a few more fittings I need to do today. If we could get this moving, it’d be appreciated. Believe me, I’ve seen everything and I operate at the utmost of discreet professionalism.” Jumbo smirked, knowing full well that appealing to Spider-Man’s sense of manners would get him moving. He didn’t have to tell him that the screen could become completely transparent at the click of a button, and that he was thoroughly enjoying the unwitting show of Spider-Man standing with his boner trying to stuff it this way and that in the deliberately too-small briefs he was handed.
Sighing, Peter relented and stepped out. He kept his hands in front of his crotch, though it only drew attention to his pestering erection. Jumbo smiled kindly and gestured back to the platform. “Don’t worry we’ll make this quick. Arms at your side please.”
The blush on Spider-Man’s face was slowly starting to spread to his neck and chest, tinting his skin with red. Nevertheless, he obliged with Jumbo’s orders, standing straight with his erection tenting the tiny briefs. The view from the back wasn’t bad either as the bottoms of Spidey’s supple cheeks spilled out.
Wrapping the tape measure around the slimmest part of his waist, Jumbo let his bottom hands brush against Spider-Man’s butt, making him squeak. Then he moved to do his hips. He pulled the tape measure further, making sure to wrap it around the fullest part of the curve of his cheeks – and there was quite a lot of curve.
Spider-Man choked back a moan, as his dick jumped in the tiny briefs. A wet spot was starting to form at the tip. Jumbo dropped the tape to just below the swell of his butt, pulling it taut and pushing up the cheeks slightly. He quickly took the outside seam, then politely tapped the inside of the blushing hero’s thighs to spread them.
“I’m going to do the inseam now, then hopefully by the time I finish up down there, then things will be… er, calm enough so I can do your crotch.” Spider-Man’s blush deepened. He admired that Jumbo was being a total professional while he was throwing serious wood. He was completely hot with embarrassment as he let out an audible whine of pleasure when the tape measure lightly ghosted around his bulge as Jumbo measured.
Jumbo smirked as he watched Spider-Man start to tremble from his arousal. He quickly took his thigh measurements, making sure his face was a respectable distance from his client, but close enough that he could feel his hot breath on his backside. At this point he knew that Spidey had inhaled enough pheromones that he could arguably ask him to do just about anything. But he wanted to revel in the younger man’s embarrassment a bit more.
“Well, I’m just about done here, has your… problem gone away so that I can measure your crotch?” Spider-Man shook his head, completely embarrassed. “That’s okay, it’s very natural especially for healthy young men like you. How about we do some motion tests so I can understand how tight the fabric should be?”
He started fairly simple, making Spider-Man lift his arms, then tilt from side to side, then twist. Then began the fun part, testing how his bottom half moved. He had him bend over, touching his toes. He admired how… flexible he was. And the view of the tight white fabric stretching against his cheeks was certainly a sight to behold as well. He made a mental note to work with some type of skin hugging fabric, because it would be a shame for the world not to see those perky cheeks of his. Plus his dick was certainly not to be missed either. He wondered if he could call in a favor with Emma to ensure Spider-Man spent his night on Krakoa with a constant erection. Though why stop there? There were plenty of other heroes who would look just as hot with their hard….
Jumbo shook his head. He needed to focus on the present, not his fantasies. And presently, Spider-Man was dropped into a very low squat, bouncing on his toes. Basically it looked like he was riding somebody, but of course it was under the guise of seeing muscle mobility. He technically was watching how Spider-Man’s muscles flexed and contorted with these borderline lewd poses he had him in. The best thing about it was that he was aware enough to be embarrassed by the poses, but not enough to question why he was simply following everything Jumbo told him to do.
“You know, I don’t think your erection is going to go away any time soon,” Jumbo said in a most neutral manner. Spider-Man just blushed harder trying to hide the tenting crotch with his thighs to no success. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll just take your crotch measurement as is and do some mental math to find the perfect fit.” Before he could even attempt to protest, Jumbo had the tape measure stretching against his boner.
Something between a moan and a yelp came out from under Spider-Man’s mask, as Jumbo worked his hands underneath and between his legs , pulling the tape measure against his asscrack. He repeated the motion a few times to make sure he was getting an accurate measurement. By this point, quite a bit of Spider-Man’s dick was nearly visible through the underwear. It had turned translucent from the sheer amount of pre-cum he had leaked through the white fabric.
As he did one last go around to measure the crotch area, Jumbo used his second pair of hands to yoink the bottom ends of the briefs into a wedgie. Of course, with his first set of hands basically fondling Spider-Man’s erection, making him moan wantonly, it completely distracted him. He was entirely too horny and embarrassed to notice that his cheeks had basically no cover anymore.
And all too suddenly, Jumbo’s hands were off him. He whined at the loss of contact, then blushed profusely as he realized the noise he just made. Spider-Man quickly went to try and cover his throbbing boner in the nearly translucent undies. Jumbo just chuckled.
“Well, I have all the measurements I need. It’s been a pleasure Spider-Man,” he said cordially, clasping the hero’s hand with all four of his. “If you need some privacy to take care of that, please feel free to use my studio! I don’t mind at all. I don’t imagine you’d let me watch? Ha! I jest, I jest. Ta-ta for now! I’ll probably not see you until the gala. You’re going to put those other non-mutants to shame wearing this!”
With that, Jumbo twirled out of the studio. Spider-Man obviously wouldn’t usually masturbate out of the comfort of his own home, but thanks to those spores, Jumbo’s suggestion was taking hold. He looked around nervously, making sure no one was around. He quickly scurried to behind the screen once more, so that once he finished he could redress and skedaddle.
From his hidden office on his tablet, Jumbo drank in the sight of the barely clothed hero and his sizeable dick bouncing in the tight underwear. He poured himself a glass of wine and settled in for the show. Spider-Man was still toying with the waistband of the briefs, unsure if he really should do what he was about to. A simple press of a button, releasing more spores into the air, and suddenly his dick felt like it was going to burst.
Spider-Man basically tore off the underwear, freeing his dick and low hanging balls. He wasted no time in wrapping his right hand around the shaft. He tossed his head back in bliss as he began to jerk off. While the right furiously pumped his dick, his left ghosted over his body, running up and down the valleys of his abs, occasionally squeezing his pec or twisting his nipple.
His balls slapped against his thighs with such intensity, he was almost certain Jumbo could hear it from wherever he went. It was mortifying, but at the same time, he didn’t care. He just needed to get off. With his mind cloudy with lust, it didn’t take long for him to start shooting all over the studio floor. He grunted with his thrusts, making sure to milk every single drop of cum from his still shooting dick.
Peter’s breath was heavy as he came down from his orgasm. His hand was sticky, and not from his webbing this time. He made a face as his fingers stretched out, trying not focus on how much cum he shot. Looking around to see if there was a tissue he could use to clean up, he found nothing. Resigning himself to his fate, he grabbed the thin pair of undies and used it to clean both his body and the floor where he made his mess.
He was very lucky that he just barely missed coating his suit with his cum. Now that would’ve been an embarrassing trip home. Jameson definitely would’ve had a field day if Spider-Man was caught with some sticky white liquid that clearly wasn’t webbing on his suit. Having come down from his high, he quickly redressed himself. His dick wasn’t as clean as he thought, and left a few cum stains up front when he pulled his suit back on, but he hoped it wouldn’t be too obvious.
Still not sure what came over him, he quickly scrawled an apology to Jumbo and left out the window he entered through. The mutant fashion designer smiled wickedly to himself. He made a mental note to thank Emma for sending him his way. He wouldn’t give her all the details unless she pried, but now was when he got to work.
Making a simple spandex suit would take no time at all. But he decided he would go ahead and make the skimpier gala outfit as well as a bonus gift. If he packaged it with a dose of those same Krakoan spores, he was sure Spider-Man would be more than willing to model it for him at the very least. Maybe he could contract that Skein woman for some special tasks. After all, four hands was not nearly enough mutantpower to get all these delicious heroes in the city to show some skin.