33 No Way Home

Aunt May smiled fondly at Peter as she adjusted his black tie, her eyes sparkling with pride. She spoke warmly, her voice filled with affection.

"Peter, dear, you look like a very dashing young man,"

She took a moment to straighten his collar, making sure everything was perfect before his big event as Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror, a mix of gratitude and slight nervousness filling his eyes.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, and the tie Aunt May was helping him with completed the sophisticated look. He adjusted his posture, standing a little taller as he soaked in her words.

"Thank you, Aunt May," Peter replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Ben from the other side chuckled softly, his eyes filled with an unwavering belief in his nephew "Remember Peter, just be yourself, and everything will go smoothly. Remember, confidence is key."

As Aunt May finished tying the tie, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork.

"There we go, all done. Now, you're ready to make a lasting impression. The world needs more young men like you, Peter."

Peter's smile widened, grateful for his aunt's unwavering support.

"I'll do my best to make you proud."

Aunt May placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her touch filled with affection.

"You already have, Peter. Now go out there and shine. We'll be cheering you on every step of the way, won't we Ben?"

Uncle Ben nodded, his voice filled with pride. "Absolutely, Peter. Your Aunt May and I will always be here for you, supporting you in all that you do. We believe in you."

Peter felt a surge of emotions welling up within him as he embraced the presence of both his aunt and uncle.

"Smile for the camera," Ben said, his tone shifting to a lighthearted one. "Because if you don't, you might find yourself in a 'flash' of regret later!" He couldn't help but chuckle at his own dad joke, hoping to bring a smile to Peter's nervous face.

A large smile blossomed on Peter's face as the camera situated in front of them flashed, capturing the perfect moment of the Parker family. The sound of the shutter echoed in the air, symbolizing the preservation of a cherished memory.

Aunt May eagerly rushed to inspect the photo, her eyes lighting up with wholesome joy as she observed the captured moment. A beaming smile formed on her face, radiating happiness.

"We absolutely have to take more of these,"

Aunt May proceeded to snap a few more pictures of Peter and Ben, capturing their bond in candid shots. With a fond smile, she turned her attention back to Peter, her voice filled with warmth.

"And once Gwen arrives," Aunt May said, her eyes twinkling, "we'll dedicate a whole photo session solely to the two of you. It'll be a beautiful collection of memories."

Peter chuckled, thoroughly enjoying Aunt May's contagious enthusiasm for photography.

Meanwhile, Ben cast a wary glance at the camera, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He knew all too well that once Aunt May got started, there would be no stopping her, and the photo session could extend into an extended endeavor.

He let out a sigh, his gaze wandering into the distance.

"We're not young anymore," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "Gone are the days when a good night's exercise could cure all addictions."

Peter's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he attempted to discreetly hide in a corner, hoping to escape the awkwardness. However, Ben's sharp perception caught onto Peter's discomfort, and he called out, breaking the tension.

"Ah, come on, Peter," Ben exclaimed with a playful grin. "Give your old man a few grandchildren before I kick the bucket! I want to spoil some little Parkers and pass down my infinite wisdom to the next generation."

Peter's embarrassment subsided, replaced by a sheepish smile. He understood the underlying sentiment behind Ben's playful remark and the genuine desire for family togetherness.

While the thought of grandchildren seemed distant at the moment, he couldn't help but imagine a future where little Parkers filled the house with laughter and joy.

"I'll do my best, Uncle Ben, the Parker bloodline must live on," Peter replied, his voice filled with warmth. "When the time is right, I'll make sure to give you some mischievous, yet lovable, grandchildren to spoil."

Aunt May joined in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And I'll be the doting grandmother, showering them with love and treats. Just imagine the adventures we'll have together as a big, happy family!"

The room filled with laughter and anticipation, as the Parker family looked ahead to the future, cherishing the present and eagerly embracing the moments yet to come.

If Gwen were present at that moment, she would have found herself caught between laughter and an overwhelming wave of embarrassment.

Fortunately, this would not be the end of the Parker family's shamelessness and Gwen would have many opportunities to gut herself or hang herself, or poison herself or...

..."I think I'll head to the washroom," Peter said, excusing himself from Ben and May's company. He left them alone, allowing them to enjoy a quiet moment as they poured themselves glasses of red wine.

Upon reaching the washroom, Peter peed in the pot but not before admiring his schlong that had been readily growing since he injected himself with the serum.

After he was done, Peter washed his hands and splashed water on his face. He quickly dried his face with a napkin, ensuring not a single drop would mar his impeccably tailored black suit.

As Peter admired his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice a few subtle changes in his appearance. His brown eyes seemed to have gained a newfound sparkle, radiating a sense of confidence. His facial features appeared more defined, lending him a sharper and more handsome look than he remembered.

Curiously, he also observed that his height had seemingly increased to 5'8, one inch taller than his previous height of 5'7.

"That reminds me... I completely forgot about going to the gym,"

Life has been very hectic for Peter lately that it slipped off his mind.

"It's a shame, especially since I've already paid for the membership."

Then, a mischievous grin spread across Peter's face as he remembered his newfound allies in the form of his lizard gang. He chuckled to himself, realizing that he had a unique solution.

"That reminds me..."

Peter's eyes he caught sight of the monk-like rat perched on the edge of the bathtub, seemingly deep in meditation. The sight was both unexpected and intriguing, captivating his attention.

The rat, sensing Peter's gaze upon him, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a profound gleam that seemed to carry ancient wisdom and insight.

With a small smile, Mr. Poopoo extended a motorcycle key towards Peter, who gladly accepted it with a sly grin.

After safely stashing the key in his pocket, Peter playfully tickled the translucent Ms. Speepee wrapped around his arm like a bangle, eliciting a soft giggle. He turned to face the mirror, a contented smile spreading across his face as he admired his reflection and lampooned aloud.

"Time for prom, I can't wait to see Gwen in her beautiful dress. Waiting any longer is torture..."

Suddenly, a tremor shook the bathroom, causing the tiles to crumble and the wall to crack. Peter's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed the impossible unfold before him. Reality seemed to fracture, revealing a breathtaking sight—a vibrant purple sky adorned with countless ethereal bubbles floating gracefully.

...But the strangest part was yet to come. Without warning, a radiant golden-orange circle of light enveloped Peter's entire body, consuming him in its brilliance. In an instant, he vanished from the bathroom, leaving behind nothing but a sense of awe and wonder.

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