A Pacifier

As a child, Sue Storm was a thumbsucker. It was a hard habit to break, when she could older. In times of stress she had sometimes felt flashes of that old oral fixation. Bit her nails. Chewed on pens. Now all that came back to her a thousandfold. Her swollen lips seemed to beg for something to suck on. Her mind's eye told her what she wanted...what she really wanted...in her mouth. She shuddered as the image of Porkum's cock floated through her mind's eye.

Sue wouldn't do that. She couldn't.

"I need a pacifier," she told H.E.R.B.I.E. Then added: "Made from unstable molecules, like my costume. Big enough for an adult. The kids are way past teething. Meanwhile, I'm going to go...brush my teeth. And if anything else from Porkum shows up, quarantine it immediately!"

"Affirmative," the small robot said to Susan Storm's back as she hobbled off toward the bathroom.

It was worse in the mirror of her own bathroom. Her swollen lips formed a permanent pout. They were sensitive, too. The soft bristles of her toothbrush sent an erotic shiver down her spine. The heroine **** herself to stare in the mirror as she worked to clean every scrap of Porkum's seed from her teeth. She wished she could clean it from her body. Yet that damage was done, for now. All she could do was live with the consequences, at least until one of the genius-level scientists in her life figured out a way back to normal.

After a spit and rinse, Sue stared at her own reflection. Her hands went toward her lips. She remembered old stories from her college classes in psychology. Oral fixations. ****, Freud. The sexual implications. Her fingers pressed her swollen lips, which didn't hurt at all. Opened her mouth wide and let her fingers explore. There was a bit of soreness in her jaw, in the muscles of her neck. Three fingers slid into her mouth easily. Thumb and pinky on either side. It was almost a comfort, to have something in her mouth, to have...

It was like a hiccup. Except the muscles in the Invisible Woman's jaw spasmed in a new and unfamiliar way. Her lower jaw fell forward, painlessly, and Sue saw with a shock her mouth gape open obscenely wide, a full inch below where it normally sat. It pulled at the skin of her face, and her cheeks stretched, but not unpleasantly.

Sue shuddered at the implications, the possibilities. It took every iota of willpower to tuck thumb and pinkie into her fist and fill that void that gaped open. Instead, with a shiver in her limbs she pulled out the three saliva-slick fingers of her right hand and pushed her jaw back into its accustomed place.

It was a relief when, a few minutes later, H.E.R.B.I.E. returned with the pacifier, hot off the 3D unstable molecule printer. It was nothing more or less than a child's pacifier scaled-up for an adult. It was blue, the same blue as her Fantastic Four costume, with black trim on the ring, and Sue accepted it eagerly as she **** the squishy, rubbery device into her mouth.

Suck. Suck suck. Suck suck suck suck...

Her jaw and tongue ached as she worked. Yet Sue felt the stress that had built in her start to fade a little. She closed her eyes and lost herself for a few moments in the simple act of sucking on her pacifier, which lived up to its name. Childish as the habit was, it was better than giving in to Sue's real oral craving.

She just hoped her transformation wouldn't get any worse.