Ben Grimm Models For A Dildo

"What a revoltin' development," The Thing rumbled.

"Now, Ben," Alicia Masters said. "I think it's sweet for you to help out Sue and Reed. And after all, it's not like you're really having sex with her."

Ben Grimm had shed his enormous blue shorts. Tens of thousands of fans over the years had written in, asking how big his thing was—and whether it was as rocky as the rest of him. A secret that very few actually knew. Reed knew, of course, because he had run so many tests on his friend in an effort to reverse his condition. Sue and Johnny had seen it, because before Reed had invented unstable molecules, his clothes had a terrible tendency to rip and tear, and wardrobe malfunctions were a constant of his life.

Sharon Carter might have seen it, had their relationship gone further. But in truth, the only one who really knew his member intimately was the one handling it now.

The blind blonde Alicia Master had been called in to help for the casting of Sue's new marital aid. The sculptress' hands were strong and calloused, used to working with clay and stone—and with his shorts off, Ben's prick looked like little more than an orange press-stud, easily hidden by his shorts. When she ran a finger along the sensitive glans however—and never had Ben been more thankful for his circumcision—it began to grow, and grow, the smooth scales in direct contrast to the roughness of the rest of his body.

The final result, which always left Alicia a little breathless, was as big as her entire forearm. Thick as her bicep, with a gentle curve and an orange knob at the end that was a real cervix-battering-ram. He had no idea how Alicia managed the thing. She had to be hollow inside.

Then there was the business with the wax mold, the casting. Alicia had used an adamantium core surrounded by a softer ceramic material. A few hours in the kiln, and then she carefully buffered to remove any harsh edges, and sealed with a thin skin of unstable molecules to keep everything sanitary.

The result was almost identical in size, shape, and density to the Thing at full mast. Of course, it was blue, but no one could blame Alicia about that. She was blind, after all.

"I hope Sue likes it," the sculptress said, as she ran an admiring hand along her work.