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It's A Small World After All?

The Indian in the Cupboard Jam-Jar

One minute you’re fighting the Imperial Army on the forest moon of Endor, and then blink and you find yourself standing in a strange wooden box. Only it’s not just a wooden box, it’s a cupboard, and a magic one at that. You can choose to stand there and try and figure out the magic behind the process, but someone is opening the cupboard so, you might need to worry about them instead.

Or, perhaps you’ve been out of the cupboard for a while and are having to welcome some newcomers, for... whatever reason it is that the person who owns the cupboard decided they needed the new person.

Or (again), perhaps you came into possession of this box and are about to find out that inanimate objects come to flesh-and-bone living-and-breathing life. Maybe you already knew, and this isn’t your first time using the cupboard. Watch out for weapons – they can still hurt!

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The lenses of Peter's mask shifted in proportion, adjusting to the sight before him. He had to give it to the giant in red, to this Wade guy. At least he was polite and didn't sound all that villainous.

All he could do was shake his head, he'd never heard of him before.

And scratch that, the name does kinda sound like something a villain would choose.

"Nobody sent me! I was -- Me and the Avengers were doing a thing, suddenly everything went black and it's like I woke uo in your hand!"

Wait a minute. Why is everything so huge?

"You woke up in my hand?" He glanced back at that purple, hug-able, dick. "Not before?"

So, wait a minute... Did that mean this was the real Spider-Man? And he was in trouble? AND HE CAME TO HIM FOR HELP?

That was so cool! Though he was a little disappointed he wasn't a high class sex toy.

"Some bad guy did this to you?"

"Yeah, I think so..." Or maybe he just was too confused to understand when this nightmare started. "You mean you didn't do this to me?" Peter sounded a little skeptic. Was this guy mocking him? Enough people mocked him at school not to feel wary about it now.

Specially when the world looks nothing like you remember it. And when you start to wonder if the guy who found you is, in fact, a giant.

"... Am I small?"

"I'm not saying I wouldn't have done this to you if I knew how," he smirked, not realizing how close he was to Spider-man's own thought process, "but no, I didn't."

His eyes drifted down below the circle of his thumb and index finger, stealing a look at the area that he realized now wouldn't be smooth like an action man at all. That wasn't what the web-slinger was asking though.

"Tiny. I mean, I've never met you in person before, but you're soooo below average height now."

Peter seemed to deflate, loosely holding onto one of Wade's fingers as he asssimilated everything that was happening at the moment. Memories of the battle came to him, every little detail starting to connect into an hyothesis.

"There was a magnetic field. Maybe....? Maybe I was sucked in into it? It could have worked as some king of wormhole. I mean, we're so different we don't even belong to the same universe. Which means that the theory about multiple universes must be true," he rambled.

He looked up at Wade. "Do you have a computer? Do you have intenet in this universe?"

"You think we're from different universes? What makes you think that, apart from the size? There's a Spider-Man in this universe, you know? Maybe you're him and you got Liliputianified...ed..."

Not that it would be easy for Wade to find out if that Spider-Man was still around. The Avengers never returned his calls. Meanwhile, the Special School kids wouldn't stop bugging him.

"Of course we have internet!" He circled the kitchen island and took the miniature man to his couch, where he finally let go of him on the cluttered coffee table. He opened up his laptop and turned it on.

"I mean, it sounds like a strong possibility. But your guess is as good as mine, Mr. Deadpool."

As soon as he was lifted Peter lost stability, immidiatly holding a little more firmly to Wade's hand. As soon as he was put down near a laptop, he carefully stepped on the coffee table.

Or rather... On the mess of things that seemed to surround Wade's computer. It was likea mined field, a strong smell coming from it. Soon Peter found that the floor, or rather the table was sticky. Which got only worse when he slipped and fell on a puddle of something.

Completely oblivious to just how disgusting his lifestyle actually was, Wade turned on the laptop and opened up a browser. And a cam-girl dressed in a sheer pastel pink babydoll and wearing bows in her hair popped up. Wade didn't even hurry to shut the page down. He left it open as he sat back on his seat, apparently forgetting that he had company.

But he hadn't. "So what do you want to look up, little house-Spider?"

Peter's worries had shifted. He wasn't even lookin at the screen while Wade got rid of his porn. The smell coming from whatever it was he had fallen on - stale beer? - was overwhelming. Suffocating. Grabbing his mask, Peter pulled it off, his hair messy as he gasped for air.

Stumbling off the puddle to a dryer bit of the surface, he realized he was coated in it. It was strong, his spider tingle also made him realize it was slightly intoxicating too. Before he knew it, he started trying to peel his suit off.

He'd never gotten to see Spider-man's face. When he thought about the webslinger he normally just imagined the mask because he couldn't decide what he'd want to fantasize him to look like. Now he was getting a treat.

Wade sat forwards, wanting to study the face in closer detail. But that wasn't the end of it; he was stripping off!

"W-what... why... What are you doing Spidey?"

"That... What was that?" After smacking the spider logo on his chest, Peter's suit became loose, sliding easily past his shoulder as it hung as a baggy oversized costume now.

"That thing I landed on. It's making me sick..." Or drunk. "I need to get it off."

His steps were wobbly, unaware that he was standing on remains of coke that were definitely not helping as it touched his sticky self. Soon Peter was kicking off the coated in stale beer suit, still clinging to his foot.

And falling on his ass.

"I need to get it off me," he groaned, rubbing at his arms as if that could do the job.

"What?" Wade frowned, a little confused and distracted by the fact that he actually really had a Spider-Man stripping off in front of him, and okay, so it was a tiny Spider-Man and possibly a toy come to life or a Spidey from another universe. But he was pretty sure he wasn't high or dreaming so this was pretty special overall.

"Umm.. I think," he poked at the sticky patch the guy had pointed out. "Sauce from the spare ribs I had the other night? Or beer?" He glanced at the now naked, apart from one modest foot, figure and instantly recognize the white dust he was sitting in now.

"Oh!" he chuckled, jealous of the small man now. "You're like a fairy in angel dust! I think we should probably wash it off..."

This was the closest to the memory Peter had of that weekend after the bite. His senses had been all over the place, his perception had shifted and for the very first hours Peter wondered if he had been poisoned and about to die.

Poisoned? Well, the bite had technically had some poison in it. The thing that was making his whole body itch and that was revealing the sounds of colors? Might as well be the same thing.

"Please help me."

It was clear that this was too much for Spider-Man. Wade had always thought of the hero that he admired from a distance to have the same moral compass as Captain America, just with less of a stick wedged up his ass. It wasn't a massive surprise to realize that this was probably his first trip, and given his size it was probably going to be quite intense.

"Have you ever been drunk before?" He asked as he reached out, fingers more careful than before now he was plucking a naked body from the table. It was like the care taken when handling a beetle verses handling a small, leggy spider...

Holding him up, he could see the smears of powder stuck to his sticky skin. A bowl in the sink would probably be best. But...

"You know, it'd be a shame to waste this. Do you mind if I have some first?"

It was only when Wade picked him up that Peter realized how much cooler the giant's skin felt against his own. His temperature was rising like that horrible fever he had had when his body changed.

"I'm burning. I'm like, it's like that one time. I was like, I couldn't tell May or Ben, but I remember I had the window open, and every fan in the house and I almost stick my head in the freezer," he started babbling.

He knew his new friend had just asked him something, but Peter had no idea what it was. He had no time to ask either. "Yeah, please. Please!"

Please? Please! Wade didn't even stop to think about the information that Spider-Man was babbling out. The personal details that he could note down and make use of some other time. Spidey was naked in his hands and it was a dream come true! And even more, he was begging him!

"Okay," he nodded, carefully putting one hand around his waist again, the other this time scooping underneath to support his butt so that he wasn't dangling.

Wade wasn't modest or shy. He knew what he wanted and he was going to go straight for it. Bringing Spidey to his face, he moved his hands like a hinge, encouraging the small man to straighten out while still supporting him. As he moved him closer Wade's tongue was out and fully licking across the hero's lap, instantly aware of the bumps of his thighs before ending with the tip of his tongue probing those small, delicate genitals.

Nevermind that there was barely any coke on his front...

This felt exactly what he imagined Mr. Stark's equipment must be like. He remembers the documentaries that showed how his machinery helped him putting on and taking off his suit back he had less autonomy over the machinery.

Huge pieces of metal wrapping around his limps, carefully manhandling him. It was exactly what this felt like. Suddenly he was standing, half sitting, the world turning and twisting around him as the colors changed.

And then something wet and cold, tracing his body like a huge wet towel. Pete dropped his head back, gasping loudly as he held tightly to the fingers around his waist.

That was a moan of pleasure, wasn't it? It was consent to carry on, even if the consent to even start doing this was hazy at best, and there was a 50/50 chance he would have stopped if Spider-Man had asked him to.

"You like that, huh?" He licked again, this time wetter than before. The time of his tongue probed carefully again, this time trying to circle the tiny cock and balls. It wasn't that unlike trying to find a clit, finding the pressure to flick and stroke and try to encourage it to get harder.

He angled his head, his nose alongside the small man's armpit, lips on his skin as he closed his eyes and concentrated on this task. He'd done this before with toys but plastic didn't compare to the soft skin, the salt and bittersweet layer of beer on his body. Could be keep him? He was in his kitchen drawer, that meant he was his, right?

"Wha- Wha - What's that? I...!" Peter's upper body was going limp, falling backwards as the world spun around him, his center held between his legs. He wasn't sure of what was going on, but something wet reminded him of being safely under his covers, touching himself on a lazy Sunday morning.

He spread his legs, a foot resting on Wade's cheekbone, the heel of his other foot finding the corner of his mouth.

With a slurp, Wade stopped for a second, pulling back enough to speak but not dislodge the small man from where his feet were on his face.

"Is it good?"

He licked his lips and puckered, putting them around the tiny, hard dick. He didn't even need to bob his head, just the smallest movement needed to blow him. Then his tongue again, the tip tickling over his balls before exploring lower between his parted legs.

Carefully, he moved Spidey, laying him more on his back in his palm, and used his index finger to capture both heels and gently push them further back so Wade could lick between his butt cheeks. He would never fit in that hole, but he found the hidden pucker and ran the tip of his tongue over it anyway.

Peter was more bendy than Wade probably would have expected. Without any resistance and showing no discomfort at all, he was doubled over until his knees almost touched his own shoulders. He was completely exposed, his hard dick pressing against his stomach as that big, wet thing pushed between his cheeks and the underside of his balls.

"Yeah... that's--" He barely managed ot lift his head, catching a glimpse of a huge face framed by his legs. It was a little terrifying, but also curious, interesting. And yes, it somehow felt great.

"What are you doing? Your face makes me hard and now I'm gonna cum and I'm gonna have to wash my suit and my sheets without May noticing."

Most of what Spidey was saying sounded like complete nonsense, which wasn't a big surprise given how high he was. The important information was that his ugly face made him hard and that he was going to cum.

"That's okay baby," he mumbled, his lips against his ass as he flatted it to lay in the tight crevice of his butt-cheeks, "I'll wash your suit and we're not in bed. Yet."

Pulling his head back a little, he licked back up the tiny man's balls, before flattening against his dick. He pressed his cheeks against the backs of his thighs as he used his thick, wet tongue to massage Spidey's cock.

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