Not Without Regret, Sue Dumps The Box In The Trash

"No, absolutely not," the wounded heroine said aloud. She could still taste the rich chocolate and gooey cream center as she swept the box of candy into the nearest shiny garbage bin. Sometime tonight, H.E.R.B.I.E. would direct the Baxter Building's cleaning robots to empty all of the bins into the central trash receptacle, to sort it out for recyclables and bio-degradable materials for compost, with the small remainder to be dumped into a portal to a star in the Negative Zone.

Sue Storm gaze lingered on the box of chocolates, as they sat on the top of the trash in the bin. The one she'd had was terribly good. Yet she knew that she shouldn't have any more.

"A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips," she repeated to herself as she dashed off a quick "thank you" note to Mr. Porkum, and dropped it in the outgoing mail slot.

The Invisible Woman was still licking her teeth in search of the last sweet morsel as she navigated her invisible forcefield chair back to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, balanced on one leg. Like many women, Sue had her regimen of creams and unguents, face masks and beauty treatments. The crow's eyes hadn't yet started to appear, her teeth were still straight and white. One day, Sue knew, it might be time for tummy tucks and botox if she wanted to maintain her image, but so far it was all diet and exercise.

Her stomach growled. Sue spat, rinsed, and grinned. After her little treat tonight, it was better to skip lunch. She didn't want to overdo it.

"What would Reed say if he got back and I was fat?" Sue said to her reflection.

She turned and hobbled away on a pair of invisible crutches.

The nurse came that afternoon. Her lips were a tight line as she noted that Sue's temperature was a little higher than normal, and the wound in her leg looked inflamed. Possible signs of an infection. Sue sighed and they scheduled an appointment with the doctor, just in case the Invisible Woman needed a round of antibiotics. It didn't do to just wait and see on these things.

When she left, Sue Storm was all alone, except for H.E.R.B.I.E. The kids called just before dinner—a cucumber salad that did absolutely nothing to satisfy the gnawing in her guts—and Sue smiled and asked them about their adventures. Today they had visited the Strange Academy, some sort of school Dr. Strange had put together for the children of mystic-types. As far as Sue was concerned, it was basically Hogwarts without the old-world charm, and she was glad that neither of her kids seemed inclined to magic. She wasn't even sure Strange's school was accredited.

Night time. Shower, a change into boyshorts. With no one around, Sue didn't bother with t-shirt or bra. Just like the girls hang free tonight as her stomach rumbled hungrily. Sue could almost feel the fever in her flesh now, a greater than normal warmth that made the idea of sleep under the sheets impossible. She lay atop the sheets on the bed, in the dark. Tried to empty her head, as if to will her mind into dormancy.

When that didn't work, she began to make shapes in the air.

It was a part of Sue's practice with her powers she never talked about. Although the forcefields she generated were invisible, Sue could sense them, was tied to them somehow. Even in the dark, with her eyes closed, she could sense the shape. Typically she started out with a perfect sphere, a bubble. Then she would deform it, stretch it, visualize the changes and feel them happen. It was like art, in a way, albeit very ephemeral art. There was no way to capture those shapes, except perhaps to use them as molds, something Sue hadn't attempted yet.

Not with the shapes she made in the dark.

A lurid invisible phallus hovered over her half-naked body in the dark. Eyes closed, Sue played with the details. The length, the girth; the head more tapered or mushroom-like. A sudden row of ribs...two, three...and little bumps on the head, just the perfect size and place to hit her g-spot. Sue bit her lip, her body entirely still as the invisible dong tilted and rotated through every axis. Her pussy seemed to throb in time with the wound on her leg as her heart began to race; her trim stomach rumbled threateningly, the hunger gnawed at her guts. The tension between her twin hungers built and built to a fever pitch as the clock ticked toward midnight, and the Invisible Woman's naked breasts were beaded with sweat.

Eventually, Sue gave in to at least one of her body's demands.