Sue Storm Can't Help Herself And Gorges Again

Sleep did not come. Long into the dark hours of the night, Sue Storm tossed and turned. Sweat broke out on her skin, and as the fever built in her flesh, she stripped out of clothes and underclothes. Naked atop the sheets, Sue closed her eyes and sought to control her breathing. To ignore the rumble of her stomach, the painful throb of her wounded thigh, the agitated itch deep inside of her body that made her rub her legs together.

Her brain couldn't let go of the images of the photos Porkum had sent her. The sheer size of those balls hovered persistently in her mind's eye. Nothing she could do seemed to shake them. Not the thought of Reed or the children. Not recalling some of her adventures out in space or the Negative Zone. The gnawing emptiness inside of her seemed to grow and grow, and a steady creeping weakness and malaise filled her body, until her entire left leg twitched painfully, and her heart seemed to hammer inside of her chest.

With a lurch, the naked heroine forced herself out of bed. Stif-legged, she limped to the kitchen for a glass of wine. She didn't even glance at the bottle, just sloshed it into a glass and drank thirstily. A second glass followed the first, slower this time. The alcohol hit her quickly on an empty stomach. Sue wobbled in place, slightly dizzy as she carefully poured a third glass. This she sipped and limped, intending to take it back to bed with her.

Yet her footsteps did not take her back to bed.

The Invisible Woman wobbled in front of the quarantine fridge. A glass-fronted, armored, locked industrial freezer with additional filters for storing chemical and biological samples. Alien parasites. Extradimensional drugs. Sperm samples from the rest of the Fantastic Four. There were even a couple of her own ova in there, carefully frozen against the day when, perhaps, she wanted to have children again, possibly via a surrogate.

And what was left of Porkum's bonbons.

Sue Storm licked her lips as she stared at the chocolate spheres with the creamy center. A part of her thought it was funny to think of them in there, alongside the other sperm samples. Another part of her wondered what would happen if one of those spheres was broken open over her own eggs...

"Can't have that," she murmured and set the wine glass down. She had been sipping it steadily down the hall, and now it was empty. She hiccuped once as she tapped in the code to open the fridge.

The seal broke. She reached for the dangerous confections.

"Gonna...put you...where you can't...do...any...harm..." Sue said.

Her teeth crunched through the chocolate shell, the cold, thick cream a burst of bitter saltiness in her mouth.

Then the next. And the next. Until she was cramming as many balls as she could fit into her mouth, chocolate-smeared cheeks bulging as her teeth crunched, swallowing madly as her diet went all to hell.