Porkum's Cum Is Mutagenic

"Sampled materials consist of sperm cells, seminal fluids, and a massive viral load," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Quick DNA sequencing reveals retroviruses similar to many sexually-transmitted diseases, but of unknown lineage and incorporating multiple sequences of mutant DNA. Established models suggest a strong mutagenic effect likely."

Goosebumps rose over Susan Storm's skin. Her heart thundered against her breastbone. Even as the liquid she had swallowed burned in her stomach, a nauseous sensation gripped her gut.

"Mutagenic?" she said. "What kind of mutagenic effect are we talking?"

"Unknown at this time. The extent of mutation will likely depend on the amount of material you have been exposed to. Further exposure will probably result in faster and more extensive changes," the robot chimed.

"Oh God," Sue said, and she stared at the dildo in horror. "Is...is it contagious?"

"Unknown. A full medical exam is required."

"Right...right..." Sue took a deep breath. The immensity of the horror was almost overwhelming. She'd let a disease into her body. One that could affect her family. The shock of the realization was enough to shock her out of her lustful haze.

Or it should have been. Maybe it was Sue Storm's imagination that her lips tingled and felt fuller. Yet she couldn't deny the way her labia seemed to pulse and throb to the beat of her heart. The fever-heat in her body seemed almost localized in her face, her breasts, her groin. She stared back at the sex toy that was even now leaking mutagenic goo onto the tabletop, and despite knowing it as a disgusting, unhealthy thing a part of Susan Storm wanted to wrap her lips around and it and suck the cream out of it like she had with Porkum's bonbons.

The wounded heroine **** herself to her feet.

"I'm going to the medical lab," Sue said. "Full exam."

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied. "The lab is prepped."

"Fine. Quarantine that...thing..." Sue gestured at the dildo, unwilling to even look at it. "I'm going to the lab. Find out everything you can about that. Send anything from Porkum straight to quarantine. Cancel the nurse—I don't want her exposed. Sterilize everything. And enact quarantine protocols."

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied. "Quarantine protocols engaged."

With a quiet hiss, outer doors sealed. The air and water within the upper floors became cut-off, and began to circulate through filters. Red biohazard warnings appeared on all entrances and exits. Automated messages went out to the Avengers and others, most of whom were too busy with emergent threats to even notice. The Invisible Woman became sealed off from the world for the duration.

The Fantastic Four explored exotic lands, strange worlds, far-flung dimensions. Reed Richards had long realized the possibility of picking up strange diseases, fungi, parasites. More than once, Johnny Storm's penchant for kissing alien princesses had resulted in sexually transmitted infections that the majority of humanity had no defense against. Even Ben Grimm, the Thing, had once picked up a kind of lichen that normally only afflicted Kronans. So Mister Fantastic had set up a fully automated process to examine and—hopefully—treat a variety of alien and unconventional diseases.

Sue Storm let her robe fall to the floor as she stepped into the probulator. Opened her mouth to let a probe pick and scrape at her teeth for traces of what she had swallowed. Needles drew blood. Every inch of her was scanned and compared against her standard biometrics. Blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature were standard—but Reed's devices also tested for exotic particles, extradimensional radiation signatures, and cosmic radiation flux. Pleasant robotic voices walked her through each step, including a simple set of mental exercises designed to test her mental acuity. There was even an eye exam.

The more invasive tests came last. Sue winced as the cold probes, wet with lube, slid into her vagina and anus. Tiny needles pressed into her spine to take a sample of her cerebrospinal fluid. Sue flushed as she stood and pressed her mons against a cup at the end of a robotic arm, and **** herself to urinate. The soft robotic voice coaxed her into providing a few more milliliters. She wondered how many lonely nights Reed had stayed up, programming that sequence.

Perhaps it was Sue's imagination that worked against her. She seemed to feel the tingle in her mouth and throat. The acid heat of what she had swallowed from Porkum's toy became an unpleasant heat that spread out through her chest. Her bare breasts felt heavy. Nipples stiff and sensitive. How much of that reflected the result of the unknown mutagen, and how much was just general anxiety?

Sue Storm couldn't say. Not until, after hours of tests, she was shown a mirror.