acutely aware of his lower half still clad in the skin-tight suit. Once finished, he tapped the release again - still stuck. A dark stain began spreading across the front. "¡No manches!"

"¡Ay Dios mío!" Miguel groaned as another stream escaped him, darkening the stain further. This malfunctioning suit was truly testing his patience. He tapped furiously at the release, to no avail. The molecules remained frozen. A familiar buzzing filled his ears - an anomaly alert. "No no no, not now!" But the sensors didn't lie. Something was disrupting the timeline, and as leader of the Spider Society it was his duty to investigate. Even if still half-trapped in a piss-soaked costume. Miguel steeled himself and willed the suit to cooperate, focusing his enhanced strength. With a lurch, it finally shifted form around him. He glanced down ruefully at the large damp patch. At least it was contained... "Lyla, plot me the fastest route to the anomaly. And no comments about my appearance!"

Miguel swung through the city as fast as his webs could carry him, the anomaly beacon pulsing urgently in his HUD. But the damage was already done. His bowels and bladder continued to betray him with each swing, coating his suit and trailing behind in a messy stream. "P-please stop," he whimpered, his enhanced senses overwhelmed by the foul smells. But his body showed no signs of slowing. Pedestrians scattered in horror as Miguel passed overhead, raining excrement from above. Cries of "¡Asqueroso!" and other insults followed in his wake. By the time he reached the source of the anomaly, Miguel was a sobbing, shit-covered mess. With a groan, he released his webs and collapsed atop a skyscraper, voiding the last of his contents onto the roof.

Miguel sniffled as the police surrounded him. "You've caused a mess, bug boy," the chief sneered. "Time to clean it up." Miguel nodded miserably. His enhanced senses were overwhelmed by the foul smells coating his suit. At the station, he was shoved into an interrogation room. The chief slammed a plate on the table. It was piled high with Miguel's cold excrement. "Eat. Or we charge you with bio-terrorism." Trembling, Miguel scooped a nugget with his claw. It squished between his talons, releasing a stench that made his eyes water. He steeled himself and opened his fanged mouth. The poo hit his tongue like a rotten egg. Miguel retched but forced it down, gagging. The officers howled with laughter. "More!" the chief demanded. Miguel shoveled in another mouthful with a sob. The texture was like mud, slithering down his enhanced throat. He choked it down and retched again. His stomach roiled in protest. But the sadistic cops showed no mercy, jeering as Miguel devoured pile after pile.

At last the plate was spotless. Miguel collapsed, heaving violently. His mouth was filled with the foul aftertaste of what he'd done.

Can you promote?

He is when he moans and poops!

I can't write fanfictions with real people or minors.

I can't write a fanfiction of a real person

Sorry, but i can't