Sue Storm Becomes Addicted To The Chocolates

For a long while, Sue Storm lay there in the aftermath of her terrible orgy. Her pussy muscles instinctively squeezed and relaxes, crushing the melting chocolate shells and their gooey white cream contents inside her cunny. She lay in a daze, barely able to think, licking the chocolate stains off of her fingers.

Lucidity took longer to come to Sue. Followed quickly by guilt, embarassment, and finally alarm as she sat up and looked at the gooey, sticky mess that was her pussy, the odd smell of the chocolates triggering some half-forgotten memory. She cursed herself as she moved to clean up her mess, suddenly fearful of a yeast infection from the sugary residue in her sweet-filled slit.

In the shower, the Invisible Woman frowned as she turned the shower attachment on her vulva. With a thought, layers of her skin and muscle became transparent, and Sue was dismayed to see how deep inside of her the creamy goo and bits of chocolate shell had reached.

With a silent oath, Sue created an invisible ****-field in the shape of a funnel, to direct the water from the shower-head into a directed stream. Her cheeks burned as this slid up inside of her pussy, and she experienced the weird and stimulating sensation of the warm water being directed deeper inside of her cunny. She shivered as the water, white with cream, brushed against her cervix. Yet eventually, she was clean. Empty.

The Invisible Woman wandered the house bottomless, dressed in only a t-shirt, pacing as she tried to clear her head. She examined the box the bonbons had come in. Unsure what had brought on the sudden, uncharacteristic behavior.

It couldn't just be a coincidence... she wondered. But surely the scans when the package came in would have picked up anything wrong.

"Mrs. Richards. A package has arrived for you," H.E.R.B.I.E. said.

Sue frowned as she saw the small robot pulling a grav-cart. There was a large pink box there, tied with a bow.

"You scanned it?" she asked. "Who is it from?"

"Affirmative. No traces of biological, chemical, or radiological hazards. It says it is from Porkum."

The Invisible Woman froze. She felt her fingers twitch.

"Again?" she said. "So soon?"

No, she told herself. I just got clean. And how could he...

Her hands flew to the bow, unwilling to complete the thought. She knew what she was doing. Knew she should stop. As she opened the box, the rich smell of chocolate wafted up to her. Her eyes settled on what had to be a gross of bonbons. Trays of little chocolate spheres. There was a note on top, black ink on pink paper.

HOPE YOU LIKE MY BALLS. THERE'S MORE WHERE THESE COME FROM.

Sue Storm swallowed. Her eyes glazed slightly as her nostrils flared. This felt wrong. It had to be a trick. There had to be more than to these little brown orbs than just chocolate and the gooey cream centers. She had never stuffed a bonbon in her pussy in her entire life before today, and that included her experimental phase in college when she went through the grocery aisle looking for any phallic-shaped fruit.

It was a conscious struggle not to reach for those bonbons. Her pussy began to leak in eager anticipation, a hot, wet dribble that ran down her thigh as if it was salivating. Which was silly, impossible...and yet...the Invisible Woman found her hand hovering over the box.

"Just one," Sue told herself. "That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Just...just to feel it again...to test myself. That I can stop when I want to."

It was a lie, and Sue knew it.