"Mmmhp!... Mhhm!"

Peter tugged at the elasticated suit. Underneath, his skin tingled as nanites crawled over it, fusing him with rubber and metal. His skin was melting, being replaced by the suit.

The nanite fluid was forcing its way into his mouth, congealing into a gag. A corset-like mechanism within the waist contracted brutally, crushing him down into a feminine hourglass.

Tony was no longer smiling his benevolent smile. Peter realised the offer of a suit upgrade had been a trap.

"Did you think I'd let someone like you run amok around New York unchecked?" Tony scowled. "Power like that has to be brought to heel."

Peter winced as the last of his face merged with the expressionless female mask of the suit.

"Mhhm."

"I own that suit. Since the two of you are now inseparable I figure that means I own you too," Tony chuckled.