Sue Storm's Nose Is Becoming A Piggy Snout!

The Invisible Woman's nose had always been small, straight. It was nothing special as noses go, at least, Sue hadn't thought about it very much. The other women at university had talked about rhinoplasty, about their perfect nose, had hated that feature in the middle of their face for its imperfections. For Sue Storm, it had just been a part of her. No more or no less.

Which was why it shook her to see that she now had a button nose. There was a slight but definite upturn in the front of her nose. Her nostrils were more prominent too, and the whole proboscis felt more swollen and tender than Sue recalled.

"What is happening to me!?" Sue gasped aloud as she stared in horror at the stranger in the mirror.

"Sensors indicate growth of new cartilage. Foreign genetic material has colonized your nose, nasal passages, and surrounding tissues. Preliminary modeling and analysis suggest final configuration will resemble that found in domestic pigs." H.E.R.B.I.E. replied.

"I'm growing a snout!?" Sue said in utter disbelief. Her hands reached up to touch her nose, and she winced at how sensitive it was. Of all the changes she had experienced in her long and colorful life as an adventurer, she had never imagined anything like this!

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Physical changes may be reversible once a cure for the mutagenic material you have ingested is discovered. Consultation with allied databases..."

"Sure, maybe the X-Men have something," Sue said. "I can't let people see me like this! What the heck will they think if they see the Invisible Woman with a...a pig nose!?"

"I am unable to answer that question," H.E.R.B.I.E. said.

Sue took a deep breath...and realized, as she did, the richly complex odors in the air. Industrial lubricants. The free monomers of plastics. A taste like sucking on a battery. Her own sweat. The room was suddenly alive with a thick soup of flavors and scents, and the Invisible Woman felt dizzy and momentarily overwhelmed. She staggered toward the door.

"Mrs. Richards?" H.E.R.B.I.E. asked. "Sensors indicate you are experiencing distress?"

"The...room," Sue said as she limped out of the lab. "The smells! I can't...can't take it..."

"Interesting. You may be experiencing enhanced sensory perception related to the changes in your face structure and associated nerves."

"Great. I've got super-smell. How do I stop it?" Sue gasped.

"I am unable to answer that question," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Perhaps we can consult somehow with enhanced sensory abilities?"

Sue staggered into the living room. That was almost worse. The machine-smells were now replaced with scents of disinfectant, and after that, the deeply ingrained scents and flavors of long-term human habitation. The chalky aftertaste of the Thing's microscopic shed rocky hide. Johnny's AXE body spray. Sue recoiled from the couch, which had hosted far too many dirty diapers and sexual escapades. Silently, she vowed to have the thing sent to the atomizer in the basement.

Desperately, Sue seated herself at the communication console. A secure line for nearly any superhero on the planet, and a few off-world.

"Enhanced sense of smell," Sue muttered to herself as she narrowed down the potential pool of people whom she was comfortable taking advice from and whom she hoped would not reveal the secret of her new nose.