Sue Resists The Urge To Pig Out Again

"Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E. announced, as he held up a pink cardboard box. "Another box of chocolates has arrived..."

"Take it away. Burn it," Sue Storm ordered. She was dressed only in a Fantastic Four-themed bathrobe. It had been a long night as her body had purged itself after her binge. "I cannot stand knowing it exists. Keep them away from me."

"Affirmative," the small robot said. Sue watched the small robot turn and leave.

Leaving the faintest whiff of chocolate in the air behind him.

Her stomach rumbled. After the night Sue had had, she didn't want her stomach to rumble. She didn't want to hear another word. Last night had been a reminder that she wasn't a teenager anymore who could eat whatever she wanted and then go run ten miles the next day and keep a flat stomach. Already, the Invisible Woman was thinking about the diet and exercise she'd have to do to make up for the calories she'd inhaled, even if most of them hadn't stayed with her the entirety of the night.

Sue's wounded thigh throbbed painfully as she hobbled around the house. The heroine sighed. She missed her husband, her kids, her family. She wanted to be well again, and go on adventures. Not stuck in a house with a tummy ache because...

The Invisible Woman's tongue found a sticky gob between her back teeth. Even though she had brushed twice, the creamy centers of those bonbons really had gone everywhere. With a silent curse, she limped back toward the bathroom to floss.

The stomach ache and occasional rush to the bathroom all night hadn't been the worst of it. Sue had managed a few fitful hours of sleep, interspersed between her incontinent episodes. Vivid, strange dreams had assailed her. She had pictured herself in that Simpson's version of Hell, a machine opening and closing her jaws as a conveyor belt lifted bonbons to her mouth, her body slowly growing as pounds were added to her trim figure, until she was past morbidly obese, an immobile lump of flesh that ate and ate, barely able to call for more in between bites...

There had been another where Sue had found herself on her knees, an invisible funnel stuck into her mouth. Above her, Reed, Johnny, and Ben in his human form were masturbating. Sue had felt herself shiver with excitement, anticipation rising with each stroke of those manly pricks until the first hot white rose was released into the air—splattered against the invisible field and ran down the slope. Her blue eyes had seen the milky ejaculation cloud her vision. Then another man burst with a moan, and another, and their mingled sperm ran in white rivers, mixed, and flowed down to her waiting tongue...

As she flossed, Sue repressed a shiver. It had all the hallmarks of a fever-dream, strange and disturbing. She had never seriously thought of Ben or Johnny that way. Becoming fat was a horror she had kept off her entire life with strenuous diet and exercise, not some erotic fantasy. Yet she couldn't deny how wet her panties had been when she'd hastily pulled them down last night as she staggered to the bathroom.

Even though she'd then changed into a clean and dry pair, Sue had found herself drenched again when she finally awoke. Her nightclothes had been sticking to her. Even now, she could feel a trace of that fever, the edge of those terribly disturbing and arousing dreams.

She only hoped that this was the end of it.

Yet the next day, another box of bonbons arrived from Porkum.