Prowler in the night

Leaving his wife to spread out dinner to the others, Reed sequestered himself in his lab to begin work on the neural collar idea he brought up with Dr. Strange after his meeting with Nick Fury. For the better part of two hours, the man had been busy at work on the project. Wearing welder's goggles while the man carefully forged and moulded the collar while wiring the circuitry it would house. Reaching out with his hand, he plucked a tool from the adjacent table rack 12 feet away, bringing it to him to carve away at the thin copper tube while his other hand soldered circuitry and dipped the iron in a sponge to cool. Stretching his neck, he checked every angle of his work just as he funneled the wiring through the copper tube and clasped the ends together. Pulling free his goggles after completing his work, Reed leaned back and gave it a look over, admiring his new creation.

“Hey Reed, you wouldn’t happen to store a sandwich in here at all would you?” Asked Ben Grimm after knocking on the door frame of the lab and entering. Looking over his shoulder at his friend’s voice, Reed smiled and brought the collar with him. “Ah Ben, PERFECT timing, are you hungry?”

“Yeah… Why’d you ask? You got something in here to munch on? Cus Suzie kinda ate all the chicken and left us the fries… “

“No, here, put this on.” Handing the collar to Ben, the stone-skinned man looked down at the thin copper loop of metal with the hinge and latch that made it a perfect ring. Looking back to Reed, Ben raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Well? Put it on.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ben clasped the metal ring around his neck until he heard a click and an electric hum.

“Well? Do you feel hungry?”

Looking around the lab as if in thought, Ben looked down at himself and rubbed his stony hand against his stomach. “Huh… No…”

“Aha! It works.” Cheered Reed, rubbing his hands together and then stretching his leg back to the desk behind him to sit at his workbench. “If you recall I was requested by Nick Fury to study their Wendigo they have in containment.”

“Uhm… No, not really… Wendi-whatcha?”

“I have a colleague who is with Alpha Flight; a group of like-minded heroes like the Avengers.” Reed explained, taking notes of his work. “Dr. Walter Langkowski is among them, he’s their Sasquatch.”

“Wait… There’s a REAL Sasquatch?”

“Indeed! Well, anyway, Walter was turned into a savage monster due to gamma radiation exposure, as a solution from all the increased appetites and other negative urges, he originally had a collar that gave off a neural signal to the brain that curbs hunger.”

“Well, THIS is workin, can I keep it?”

Sitting up from his work chair, Reed unlatched the collar and pulled it off Bern’s neck, the act immediately making Ben’s stomach growl as a result. “No, I have plans on offering it to SHIELD to treat their prisoner.”

“Damn…”

“Well, I think that should be enough for tonight, where’s Susan?”

Scratching the back of his head, Ben rolled his eyes. “After she ate dinner and what was left in the fridge, she took an early night of it and headed off to bed.”

“Well… I believe I’ll do the same, its been quite the day today.”

“Yeah, no argument there.”

Stepping out of the lab and down the hall, Reed yawned into his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose to rub the fatigue out of his eyes. The moment he stepped into his shared bedroom, he paused when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulders and pressed him against the door, closing it behind him in the process. Looking up, the room was pitch dark save for the moonlight coming through the windows that had been covered with blinds, leaving him the silhouette of his wife Susan looking down at him with worried eyes as she pressed up against him. Her cleavage pressing up against Reed’s chin while her hands quickly became gently and pressed up against his shoulders.

“H-honey? You don’t think I’ve gotten… Fat, have you?” She asked, her voice trembling as she guided his hands to wrap around her. Holding her more tightly, his hands roamed over her body, finding it tight and smooth skinned save for the bra and panties she wore, and not much else. “I know I’ve been… Overeating a lot, but I’ve been going to the gym! Please tell me you still think I’m attractive.”

Hearing the fear in her voice, Reed smiled up to his wife and let his hands roam over her back and down to her rear and thighs, the act making her moan softly and bite her lip as she continued to look down at him in anticipation. “Honey, I love you no matter what, for better or worse, remember? I don’t care what you look like, you’re always beautiful in my eyes.”

Hearing her breath in sharply, Reed felt Susan gently cup his chin in her fingers and pulled him in for a smouldering kiss, pinning him hard against the door as she took control and guided his hands back to her rear. “Hmmmm… You always know the right thing to say.” Slowly guiding him away from the door, Susan continued to pepper her husband’s lips with kisses before turning him around and playfully shoving him onto the bed. The moment he landed, he looked up to see the silhouette of his wife in the dark, quickly pulling her top off and letting it fall to the floor and thumb her underwear down her legs, kicking them off her ankle.

Crouching down and separating his legs, he suddenly felt a deft pair of hand work on unbuttoning his pants and pull them down his legs while he quickly did the same with his shirt, just as she finally pried his underwear off and began to stroke at his cock. Her tongue slurped up his length while her hands cradled her prize close. Even as dark as it was, Reed could make out her predatory eyes as she sat up and sandwiched her breasts around his erection and went back to sucking him off, her perfect breasts smothering his length in their pliant warmth.

It did not take long for Reed to relent as he gripped at the bed sheets and winced, cumming hard into his wife’s mouth who hungrily gulped down and cleaned off his cock with her tongue. Hearing her breath hard and climb on top of him, he could make out her chalk white outline in the moonlight like she was some jungle predator by the time she straddled his waist and bent down to smother his face in her cleavage. Guiding his hands to her breasts and waist, he could hear Susan moan and gasp as he licked down her cleavage and stiff nipples. When she sat down on his erection, aiming it for her moist folds, she moaned out loud, sounding more like a lioness than the woman he loved. “Hmm, Yes Reed… Like that…” She husked, rocking her hips and pressing her hands against his shoulders. Kissing her husband hard, she reared back, tossing her platinum white hair over her shoulders and back, crying out in ecstasy.

Holding her waist to keep steady, Reed gasped with effort. “You’re… You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met Susan, don’t you… Don’t you forget that…” If she was worried she was fat, his dextrous hands told him a very different thing in the darkness. Despite feeling heavy on top of him, everywhere his hands groped, her body felt firm and toned. So much more so than the last time they had sex. Her breasts felt like heavy orbs in his hands, he could barely contain them in his palms, and her thighs squeezed him so tightly he felt slightly grateful his hip bones were as elastic as the rest of his body. Pressing her hands down into his shoulders, Susan moaned out loud again, indenting his arms into the bed and warping her husband’s limbs as she squeezed tightly in her grip. Gasping and breathing hard she raked her fingers against the headboard and carved grooves into the wood.

“I’m close Reed, I’m… I’m…” With a bellowing moan, Susan cried out in orgasm, squeezing her thighs, and hugging her husband close so tightly his body twisted in her strong grip. His own orgasm firing off again when she did, causing him to go limp in her embrace as they slowly collapsed onto the bed. Slowly, Susan sat up, propped up by her hands as she looked down at Reed lovingly in the dark, her red eyes leering at his prone and tired body as he turned his head and exposed his neck. Breathing hard, Susan pulled back her lips to expose her fanged teeth, her hunger returned in full ****. Darting her eyes wildly, she gripped a pillow and bit down on the fabric, gripping the headboard for leverage and splintering the wood in the process. Finally, exhaustion won out over hunger and she slumped heavily on top of her husband, pulling him close to have his head nestle in the sanctuary of her cleavage, spitting out the chunk of pillow she had bitten into. During the night she gently combed her clawed finger nails through his hair and breathed in his scent, licking at his scalp affectionately before her red eyes closed and she fell asleep.

*

Somewhere in New York…

He was hungry, he was STARVING! Had been since he staggered out of the gymnasium after he was dragged into the steam room with that woman who bit him. Ever since then he had harassed a burger restaurant for fifth helpings before he was kicked to the curb at closing time. Stumbling into an alley in the dead of night Derrek groaned and clutched at his stomach. The man had eaten enough to feed a family for three breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and yet he was STILL starving. Not only that, his face and skin looked icy pale, and his hair had become grey as smoke.

“Who the hell CLOSES ten at night?! I’m still hungry dammit!”

Blinking his red eyes, the man continued to wander the alley, leaning against the brickwork of a wall when he felt his clothes grow tight. Hearing the squeak of an alley rat scurry under a dumpster, the man’s eyes darted to the garbage cans and his nostrils flared. Blindly lunging for the rat’s hiding place, Derrek frothed at the mouth, practically lifting the 800-pound dumpster out of his way to snatch up the rodent in his hand. Breathing hard, the man opened his fanged maw and bit down on the tiny animal. The moment blood touched his tongue, Derrek’s eyes twitched, and he fell into convulsions. His body surged and grew, swelling larger and taller as muscle packed over his now hulking frame and his shirt burst at the seams. His shoes practically exploded open to free his splayed-out toes, his feet lengthening at the heels until he stood on the balls of his clawed toes. A tail burst out the back of his tattered pants that rapidly grew out until it ended over 6 feet long, thin, and prehensile, eventually his clothes fell off him in rags as he grew larger. “Hhhhhuuuunnnnnngreeee…” Scratching at his head, his bare body suddenly grew hairier, a sheen of snow-white fur crept up his body and up his face, enveloping him completely.

Growling in pain, a pair of black horns jutted out of his scalp, gnarled and black just like his claws and lips. Looking up with blood red eyes at the moon overhead, the monster sniffed the air and licked his blood-stained lips clean. “Weeeendigooooooh…” Howling out into the night, the newly fledged wendigo prowled the alley ways of the city.