Sue Storm Has Experienced A Growth Surge

In the middle of the night, Sue Storm was in the kitchen, baking.

Less than fifteen hours until Reed and the others arrived. The kids would be here this afternoon. The Invisible Woman had a lot to do to prepare the Baxter Building for their arrival. Plus she had to hide her tattoo until she could get it removed...and there was the slight issue that she'd gained almost ten pounds and it felt like half her clothes didn't fit.

She told herself that baking would help to relieve her stress.

Told herself that a little taste test wouldn't hurt.

That she deserved it.

One little spoonful of cookie dough, then the trays went right in the oven.

Then she had to wash that down with a glass of milk.

Sue was tired, as she waited for the cookies. That aroma sent her mind back in time. To when she used to bake cookies for Johnny as children. For Reed, after they first married. Getting back from stopping a Skrull invasion to pop some brownies in the oven for Franklin. So many tired hours, late at night.

The Invisible Woman wasn't even aware of a problem as, half-asleep, she opened the fridge and rooted about for a snack. Something to tide her over until the cookies were out of the oven.

She wasn't sure how she ended up taking a bite out of a stick of butter. Face smeared with the greasy substance, that, unknown to her, was laced with Porkum's cum. All she knew is that instead of decreasing, the hunger in her flesh grew. Sue **** the whole thing into her mouth, barely chewed, swallowed. She reached for the gallon of milk and tore off the cap as she brought it to her lips. The cold, thick liquid flowed down her throat, and for a moment her stomach was filled.

Then the timer on the oven rang. Sue Storm dropped the empty milk carton to the floor. Invisible hands opened the door and removed the tray. The chocolate-chip cookies lay there, golden brown. Soft and warm. Chocolate chips, milk, sugar, butter, all laced with more of Porkum's seed.

An invisible hand **** the first one into her mouth, so hot that it nearly burned her tongue. She was still chewing when the others lifted off the plate, like a host of Skrull saucer-ships. Sue was in an almost trance-like state as her mouth opened and closed. Chew chew, swallow, gasp for breath, only to find another cookie **** into her gullet.

The Invisible Woman didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Worse, she didn't want to. Even when all the cookies were gone, Sue's body was on automatic pilot. She tore open the bug of raw flour and inhaled it. Raw sugar crunched on her teeth. Instinct drove her on, relentlessly. Sue tore through the fridge and cabinets, instinctively seeking out every scrap of food tainted with Porkum's nut-juice.

Even when her stomach bloated, painfully full, she **** herself to swallow it all.

Not until she could take no more. But until there was nothing left.

Then, and only then, did Sue Storm collapse, hands on her bloated stomach, her face and body besmudged by butter and chocolate.

It was where Reed and the others found her, hours later. Barely breathing.

"She looks like she's in a coma," Reed knelt by her side, his fingers at her throat to check her pulse. "Johnny, help me get her into the medical bay. Ben, can you handle the kids when they arrive?"

"You got it stretch," the Thing replied. Then his blue eyes fell on the prostrate Sue Storm—and the one big change in her anatomy. "What happened to her butt?"

The extra pounds that Sue Storm had packaged on no longer showed in tight-fitting bras and panties. Nor was her stomach bloated with the mass of food that had digested with inhuman rapidity following her binge-eating. In her sleep, Sue Storm's anatomy had shifted considerably.

Fragments of her panties were still visible on the kitchen floor where they had burst off of her. The swelling hips and buttocks had pushed the poor fabric to its absolute limit. Johnny Storm tried not to stare at the massive buttocks that now graced his sister's form. The bottom of the hourglass had grown substantially since he had seen her last, and the huge globular buttocks faded into the beginning of thick thighs.

The sight of the tattoo right above those bodacious buttocks was something none of the men had mentioned yet. The word SOW shook them to their core. What had happened to the Invisible Woman during their absence?

"I don't know, old friend," Reed Richards said. "Some sort of growth spurt. But I'm going to run a full medical scan and find out!"