Porkum's Organic Nut Milk

The sun shone through the window. Sue Storm stretched herself like a cat. Her wounded leg throbbed, her ass was stuck in the wet spot on the bed, and the room reeked of sex. Other than that, she felt great.

The rumble of her stomach finally got her out of bed. She eyed the remaining chocolates ruefully as she made coffee, but resisted the urge to break her fast with another of Porkum's creamy balls. Sue giggled at the unintentional double entendre. It had been a long time since she had touched herself like that. Had been able to just let herself go, with no family or kids to hear her.

But, fun and games were over. The sheets needed a wash, and she might as well do the week's clothes as well. She needed to hit the gym, at least to burn enough calories to justify another of Porkum's bonbons. Then there was more mail to sort through.

Sue licked her lips at the thought that maybe, just maybe, the mutant chocolatier had sent her some more goodies.

It was a thought that stayed on her mind as, her leg in an invisible cast, she stumbled around the Baxter Building only half-dressed. There was no reason to put on anything more than one of Reed's old t-shirts, there was no one to see her wander around without panties on, bare ass hanging out whenever she leaned over.

Then again, her body did feel warmer than normal.

Perhaps it was her imagination, that touch of fever. Once or twice when her wounded leg throbbed, Sue felt an inexplicable surge of weakness. During her workout, the invisible forcefield around her bum leg even faltered once, as she lost concentration, though she got it right back again. A part of Sue hoped that it wasn't a sign of something more serious.

"I'm just distracted," she told herself as she washed herself, with sponge and a kind of vacuum, her wounded leg carefully wrapped so the bandage wouldn't get wet. The wet feel of sponge over her labia sent a shiver through her body. She was sore down there in a way she hadn't been in a long, long time. Unfamiliar muscles ached at last night's workout, and for a moment Sue was tempted to continue right there...but no, the nurse was coming soon. As with her chocolatey treat, it was best to wait for the right time to indulge.

It was noon before Sue emerged, dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a clean t-shirt tied in a knot about her waist. She didn't even bother with a bra.

The nurse arrived, her mouth a thin smile. She took Sue's vitals without comment, then peeled open the bandage. Immediately, Sue knew there was something wrong. There was a yellow stain on the white pad that had pressed against the wound.

"You'll need to take it easy for a few days. Stay off your feet. Eat healthy, but eat," the nurse said, as she changed the dressing. "The doctor will put in a prescription for some antibiotics, they'll be in the mail today or tomorrow."

Sue dutifully agreed to take it easier, though the idea of yet more inactivity ate at her soul. She hoped last night's little exercise hadn't prolonged her recovery.

Then the nurse left, and it was just Sue and H.E.R.B.I.E.

The Invisible Woman took no chances as she floated in her invisible chair back to the mail room, her leg completely immobilized. She sighed as she saw the pile of letters and packages still to go through—and one, a tall thin box in a familiar shade of pink, caught her eye.

There was no note, but once Sue opened it, everything became clear. A tall, slender, old-fashioned milk jar, the kind with the metal wire that held the seal in place. A paper label on it showed a smiling pig-man and PORKUM'S ORGANIC NUT MILK—FRESH SQUEEZED EVERY DAY! Sue barely glanced at the nutrition information, it all looked official. Still...

"H.E.R.B.I.E., did this pass through the scans?"

"Yes, Mrs. Richards. Safe to consume with a 99.37% certainty."

The box was insulated. The bottle was cool enough compared to the outside air that perspiration dotted its surface. Sue's stomach rumbled. Long past time for her lunch...and the nurse had told her to eat.

It wasn't much of a decision as she headed back to the kitchen, the bottle of milk in hand. She prepared a light sandwich, and pulled open the seal on the bottle of milk. For a moment, the smell made her nauseous. She was certain that it had gone bad; there was that ammoniac reek that sometimes comes from overripe cheese. Then, almost as swiftly as it came, the smell seemed to disspiate. She sniffed the opening of the bottle carefully, and caught a hint of the scent...and also something else. Something richer, creamier.

Like the creamy center of Porkum's bonbons.

Sue fetched the smallest glass and poured herself a small sample. It was a bit runny, compared to most soy and almond milks she had tried. The Invisible Woman scanned the bottle's label as she took a cautious sip. Oddly, it didn't say what kind of nut it was milked from. The wounded heroine let it roll around on her tongue, tried to place the oddly familiar flavor. It was definitely reminiscent of the creamy center of Porkum's balls. It had that same sticky quality that seemed to film Sue's teeth and throat as she swallowed it down. Sue licked her lips, not sure she liked it or not—but according to the nutrition label, it was loaded with vitamins. Just the sort of healthy drink she needed to fight an infection.

At least, that was what Sue told herself as she poured herself another glass.