Sue Storm Needs Something In Her Pussy All The Time

New panties, a new costume. Yet the one thing that most immediately affected the Invisible Woman's life was the gaping sense of emptiness. It was constantly on her mind. She remembered the terrible sensation of being stuffed full of Porkum's cock, but the absence of it was even worse. At night, Sue had tried sticking things into her massive fuckhole in a **** bid for relief, but none of her toys even touched the sides. Fruits and vegetables were too narrow. Even wine and soda bottles didn't quite fit the bill.

Reed, bless his heart, tried to help with his stretching powers. He could expand any part of his body, push deep, swell up to rub against her walls. Yet he couldn't emulate the exact dimensions and density her newly engorged pussy needed...nor was he strong enough to really stretch her cunt walls and make her quiver. To give her that sense of fullness she so desperately needed. Her own powers could create invisible forcefields that provided some relief, but she couldn't maintain them for more than an hour or so at a time without splitting headaches—and she didn't dare use her powers in that way during a mission.

So the irritation continued. It crept into everything she did, her every word and gesture. The Fantastic Four noticed Sue's sharpness of tone, how quick she was to get angry. Even the children...

"No!" Sue said sharply, as she found Valeria had disassembled the plasma television. "You little...brat!"

The Invisible Woman's hand raised. Only Reed's arms stretching out to grab the child saved her from her mother's wrath.

"Darling," Reed said softly as he held Valeria to his chest. "I'll help Val put the television back together. Maybe you should go do something to...calm down?"

Sue Storm stalked off. Angry. Irritated. Guilt now mingled with her tumult of emotions. She had almost struck her own daughter. The look in Valeria's eyes had been hurt...scared...not sure what mommy was going to do to her.

She took the elevator down to the street, and dug out her smartphone. The burner that she kept, which Reed didn't know about. Porkum picked up on the third ring.

"My place," he said. "Now."

There were worry lines around Sue's mouth as she stepped into the former pork-packing plant. The door was unlocked. She didn't both trying to be invisible. Porkum knew she was coming. Knew too, why she was here. She needed something to fill her colossal cunt, and there was only one dick that would satisfy her.

Porkum didn't met Sue Storm in the lobby, but there was a large box on the front desk. She smelled chocolate, semen. Her gaping cunny began to flow, and she had to fight the urge to scratch her enormous gash. Yet she paused and looked at the box. There was a note.

SS,
Important business. Left you a little something to fill the hours.
P

"You stretched my pussy, you bastard," Sue said aloud, with all the righteous anger she could muster. The emotion evaporated in a second as she began to sob. "I can't...I can't stand it! It's destroying my life, I need...I need..."

She let the note fall to the floor and pulled the lid off the box.

For a moment, Sue Storm thought it was some sort of alien weapon. Then she recognized the contours, the overall shape and length. It was a perfect replica of Porkum's erect prick, done in some kind of ultrarealistic black silicone that seemed to drink in the light. Sue's mouth went dry, even as her pussy watered. She wanted—needed—that bitchbreaker in her cunt.

As she pulled it out of the box, she noticed that there were no balls, but from the base there dangled a series of straps, a kind of harness, like a garterbelt. Realization dawned on Sue Storm what this was. A sort of strap-on in reverse. Something to fill her gaping cunt all day long.

Although, looking at it, she knew that this would require certain...lifestyle adjustments.