Porkum Takes Time To Explore Sue Storm's Body

The master bedroom had an attached bathroom suite—and if anyone had watched the body of Sue Storm awkwardly stagger the few steps from the bed to the door, to paw at the wall until her hand hit a light switch, they might have thought she was drunk—or, more charitably, still half-asleep.

Which would not explain the uncharacteristic leer on the blonde's features as the lights rose and she saw, for the first time, her own reflection in the mirror. With a single smooth motion, she pulled the off the blue Fantastic Four-themed t-shirt that served as the Invisible Woman's only nightgown, and stood before the mirror naked save for a smooth blue thong.

"You saucy minx," her voice came out strange to her own ears.

Long, delicate fingers traced a body that had survived two births, a thousand adventures, decades of dieting and exercise. Reed Richards' science could heal most scars—but the fine white lines along her hips were the stretch marks from birth. The dark, swollen areaola and puffy nipples on the heavy breasts were proof of breastfeeding. She stared into the mirror as she struck pose after pose, admiring the lean muscle, that of an athlete rather than a model or a bodybuilder. Facial muscles strained as she tried to find a more natural smile, failed, tried again.

Frustrated, her thumbs hooked into her panties and pulled them down. Crawled up onto the counter of the great slab of marble that held the sinks, and spread her knees wide so that she could see.

Susan Storm kept her pubic hair trimmed. The bush was a small square-cut strip of golden curls, the pink labia beneath bare. Porkum did not know that Sue felt naked without at least some pubic hair, but for practical and sanitary reasons she took the time to keep clean-shaven down below. The tight-fitting uniforms of the Fantastic Four were too good at trapping in moisture, and Sue had no desire to repeat some of the experiences of her early months, when her bush had been wild, unkempt, and—pungent, after a particularly long and arduous mission.

Not that Reed ever seemed to mind.

Through those blue eyes, the mutant slowly explored with those strange, dainty hands. Pulled her labia apart, to expose the shiny pink insides, the exact same shade as raw salmon. A shiver went up Porkum's spine as erotic instincts kicked in—yet he no longer had the equipment to respond in his normal and preferred way. Instead, she watched with fascination as the exposed cunny began to...glisten. Moisture gathered down below. Her breasts heaved as her chest grew suddenly tight with anticipation. Her fingers crept closer to the exposed cleft of flesh. She could see, just below the golden curls, the little pink nub that was beginning to swell as a warm pink blush spread across the pale skin.

"Susan? Darling?" Reed Richard's voice called out in the darkness of the bedroom. "Where are you?"

The door had been left open.

In the mirror, she could see the back of Reed Richard's head. The neck had stretched like pink taffy, over to where Sue Storm should be sleeping.

In the darkness of Porkum's lair, his vast bulk stirred. The small, dark eyes blinked up at the darkness, unable to adjust. Everything felt wrong to Susan Storm. Strange smells came to her, far too sharp and unfamiliar—stale food, ****, cheap tobacco, and a nauseating reek like Johnny's crusty socks from under his bed. There was an unaccustomed sense of bulk and mass. Breathe came harder than it should have, and the body was hot—far too hot and sweaty. The nose wrinkled, and even that felt strangely wrong, unfamiliar. The head shook, and then something else caught her attention.

Some part of her anatomy felt—stiff. Swollen. It wasn't quite like any sensation Sue had ever felt before.

This must be a mad dream, she thought, as she **** herself to sit up. The bed creaked ominiously beneath her. In the dark, an unfamiliar hand groped and seized on the almost painfully stiff protuberance.

Even in the dark, Sue Storm recognized the feel of a penis.

Yet it was the first time she'd touched one and been able to feel her own fingers close on it.