A Cock-Flavored Lollipop

"...something to suck on. A lollipop or something," Sue Storm said, as she ran her tongue over and over her lips.

"Affirmative. What flavor?" H.E.R.B.I.E. asked.

"I don't care. Any flavor," the Invisible Woman said irritably. Then her voice dropped to a whisper and she stared at her beestung lips in the mirror. "As long as it tastes like cock."

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied.

Sue Storm left the medical lab. When her children called, Sue had to slip on a mask to cover her transformed face. They couldn't see her smile. Or her tongue run over and over her lips as the itching sensation crept down her throat. The muscles on the side of her neck ached. Agatha Harkness frowned as Sue waved goodbye to the children.

"A moment, Susan," The old woman said. Her eyes seemed to bore into the heroine's soul. "Are you quite alright?"

The Invisible Woman sighed. She couldn't lie to the old witch. If for no other reason than the fact that she trusted Agatha to watch over her children. The witch deserved an explanation.

"There's a situation at the Baxter Building. We're under quarantine. I'm infected. H.E.R.B.I.E. is working on it, but I don't want the children exposed. Not until everything is sorted out."

The old woman frowned. It was as if she could tell that Sue was holding back. Yet after a long moment, Agatha bowed her head.

"Very well. If you do need any assistance, do not hesitate to ask."

"I will," Sue Storm promised. "I just need to get through this on my own for right now, if I can."

Agatha Harkness nodded. She fiddled with the videochat app. Finally, one of the children had to come over and help her disconnect the call.

Sue let out a sigh as she collapsed onto a couch. She pulled off the mask. Her face felt puffy. Her throat ached. She could feel the fever in her too. Unbidden, her thoughts went back to Porkum's dildo. Her stomach gurgled as she thought about what it would be like to wrap her lips around that.

"Stupid, Sue," the Invisible Woman said out loud. "Sticking things in your mouth you aren't supposed to is what got you into this mess in the first place."

She jammed her fingers into her mouth. Instinctively her overstuffed lips sucked at her digits, and a warm wetness filled her crotch. The heroine rubbed at her pussy, lost for a moment in her oral fixation.

"Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E announced. "Your lollipops are ready."

The blonde opened her eyes and turned toward the small robot. In his tiny arms was a metal tray, on which were two dozen small clear grey spheres, like marbles made of rock candy, with white paper sticks.

With pathetic eagerness, Sue rolled over and grabbed one. She popped it in her mouth. A flavor she had almost forgotten filled her mouth. Like warm skin and traces of sperm. The flavor she had first tasted on her wedding night, all those years ago.

"Hmmmgh," Sue Storm moaned as she sucked away at the lollipop. The soothing flavor seemed to coat her mouth and throat. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the constant sensation of sucking.