Not Much, But In Many Small Ways

Yoga pants were out.

Sue Storm's puffy new pussy made an instant cameltoe out of anything that clung to her swollen labia. Worse, her cavernous cunny seemed to eat panties. Reed had begun work on some kind of slimming underpants, but for general clothing, it was skirts, or at least something that covered her to mid-thigh. So the Invisible Woman went through a wardrobe change—and she'd gotten creative. Tunics. Hoodies. Bare calves and arms, keyhole cutouts to show off her cleavage. Anything to hide the massive muff that sometimes squished when she walked.

There had been a bit of physical therapy and rehabilitation necessary. Sue's hips were wider now; it affected her gait, her center of gravity, how she moved and held herself. Long hours spent in the gym worked on squats and leg-presses, to build up her thighs and glutes. Slowly, her body proportions shifted to be a little less lean, a little more muscular, while still wasp-waisted.

Her first period, two weeks after she got out of the hospital, on the other hand, was a mess. Sue's pussy had never really tightened up, and her flow had been unexpectedly heavy. Reed had been a blessing as he hovered around, guilt on his face, ready to meet her every need. He designed an extra-large tampon, brought her hot water bottles. Sampled her menses when he thought she wasn't looking, a haunted look in his eyes as he returned.

He had sat on the bed next to her as the cramps made her grunt in pain, and gently laid his hand on hers.

"There's been some changes to your reproductive system," he said gently. "You now have—a great deal more surface area of uterine lining, hence your heavy flow. We can try switching you back to hormonal birth control—it might ease things up."

Sue chewed at that thought for a moment. This was the worst period she'd had since before she had children. And if she was on birth control—she could let Porkum cum in her without worry. Her hand squeezed her husband's, even as these traitorous thoughts ran through her mind.

"Does that mean we could...have a little fun...without protection?" she said. "Without accidents, I mean."

Reed smiled, happy at this line of questioning. "Well, no form of birth control is a hundred percent but—yes, it should prevent regular ovulation and thicken the cervical mucus—"

Sue reached up and touched a finger to his lips.

"Darling, I don't want to hear about cervical mucus. I want to hear that I can have a thick, hard cock balls deep inside of me without giving Franklin and Valeria a sibling."

He nodded. Sue smiled back. Communication was a wonderful thing.

They waited for her period to pass. The Mad Thinker attacked the Baxter Building with micro-androids. The Kronans **** the Thing to take place in an intergalactic wrestling competition, which the Fantastic Four had to win without breaking kayfabe. By the time they returned to Earth, Sue was in a bad way. Her new pussy was distractingly sensitive, and juicy. She'd had to resort to wearing Reed's Sue-sized tampons every day, just to avoid leaving a puddle whenever she sat down.

Which is why, after they kissed the children good night, mommy and daddy went into the bedroom to have a bit of funtime.

It had been weeks since Sue had seen Porkum. She'd thought of him every day, and especially every night. The gnaw of her addiction ate at her distractingly, and lent a disturbing erotic aspect to her dreams. Yet as she laid on the bed, legs spread, a part of the old Sue Storm seemed to reassert itself for a moment. If Reed could satisfy her needs...then maybe...just maybe...she didn't need to go back to Porkum.

The hope was dashed in a moment.

"Is it in yet?" she said.

They'd left the lights on, and she stared down at her body. Their pubic hair mingled, but it felt—well, it felt like her little pinky inside of her, not the seven skinny inches that used to poke her cervix. Reed grinned sheepishly.

"It's...I'm fully inserted, dear," Reed said. "Perhaps if you squeeze?"

"Reed," Sue said coldly. "Use your powers. Make your dick thicker. I'll tell you when to stop."

There was a flicker of a frown on his face. Then Sue saw, and began to feel, as it began to swell. She smiled as it continued to inflate, almost like a balloon. Until the soft, rubbery shaft pressed against her labia. Reed's face was a mask of concentration, unwilling to hurt his wife, yet Sue's excitement grew as she finally felt a satisfying girth begin to press on her from within. Reed's cock was now as thick as her forearm.

"Now," she said, a husky excitement in her voice. "Longer."

There was deep unease in Reed's eyes as his cock began to stretch inside of her. An erotic thrill ran up Sue's spine as she felt his dick touch new territory inside of her. Places his cock had never reached before. That only one cock had ever touched.

"More," she panted, and her hands reached up to play with his chest, to toy with his little pink nipples, to pinch them until they got hard. Reed shuddered, and his discomfort seemed to grow as he saw the bulge of his monstrous prick distend Sue Storm's abdomen.

"Now," Sue demanded, and stared into her husband's eyes. "Fuck me!"