Sue Storm Has Made Reed More Like Porkum Where It Counts

"Come now, darling," Sue Storm-Richards said. "Mama wants a basket on her hunny-bunny."

Reed Richards sighed. With a tiny fraction of his superhuman elastic abilities, he let his testicles expand and swell until they filled his new wife's cupped hands. Their wedding night had been a new experience for both of them. Although Reed had half-expected that Sue might not come to their bed a virgin, he had been amazed to find her hymen intact—and more amazed that his bride had been less blushing and more, well...

...a size queen.

"Bigger" had become the byword for their sex life. It wasn't that she was critical of his natural seven inches, but she expressed, in specific and no uncertain terms, a desire for length, for girth, for volume of ejaculate—they weren't trying for children yet, not feeling they were yet prepared for pregnancy, at least not until their financials were more secure and his lab was equipped to deal with a superhuman pregnancy, plus his continuing research into reversing Ben's condition...

Not that Sue minded the delay. But she did demand satisfaction.

"They're not heavy, are they?" Sue Storm said, as she juggled his balls.

"My elastic abilities allow me to alter the density and elasticity of my mass, and improve circulation and respiration to account for the extreme changes in anatomy," Reed said. "But I can't increase my mass using my powers. If I want heavier testicles, I'll need to gain more mass."

That had started it, of course. Extra helpings of mashed potatoes at dinner. Sue pushing pie and ice cream for dessert. Protein shakes with lunch, often laced with various bodybuilder additives that tasted like chalk and tended to cause Reed to retain water.

To the rest of the Fantastic Four and the world, Reed Richards remained as slim and svelte as ever. In private, however, when Reed chose to let his elasticity go, he was amazed to see himself developing a small but protuberant pot belly and soft handles above the hips. His wife was the only one who saw him like this, and she had taken to cradling his soft chub and whispering.

"Now...give me a big, fat, heavy dick to play with."

With the slightest exertion, the extra mass would shift downwards. Heavy testicles would swell up to the size of small cantaloupes. His erect penis was now fourteen inches long, and the only reason it wasn't larger was that Sue Storm had not yet been able to stretch herself to fully accommodate the girth and length he already had. Yet smaller was, apparently, out of the question.

Odder were the fine adjustments that Sue insisted on. Distortions in the proportions of Mister Fantastic's penis that were, to his mind, grotesque and unnatural, yet seemed to reflect some image in the Invisible Woman's mind's eye. The distorted glans, the excessive foreskin, the careful placement of soft ridges, all seemed to satisfy some unspoken desire within her.

Reed did all this to satisfy his new bride. Yet he wondered why exactly Sue Storm was like this—and where her insatiable desire would end.