Sue Storm Is Caught Masturbating By Her Family

The Fantastic Four noticed the weight gain. Sue Storm's wardrobe changes to cover more of her figure. The increasing intensity of her workouts. The way she seemed to draw away from the family, more and more. In bed, Reed Richards had tried to touch her shoulder and she had flinched away from him.

The men of the Fantastic Four had quietly scheduled a meeting without Sue in the Baxter Building's break room, late at night when Sue and the children would be sleeping. The Thing popped off the cap of the beer bottles with a flick of his fingers.

"Women of a certain age," Ben Grimm said. "It's natural. I mean, there's options. Liposuction, super soldier serum."

"Don't you think she knows that?" Johnny Storm asked. "I mean, I love my sister. Even if there's more of her to love. Unless it's a major health issue, I don't think we should insult her by saying she needs to get work done."

"I'm more concerned about the rate of the weight gain," Reed Richards admitted. "Her caloric input has increased, but so has her exercise regimen. She's actually putting on muscle, not just fat. But no normal change in metabolism should result in such rapid weight gain or muscle growth. Also I...I've checked her urine logs. She's not in menopause. In fact, her ovulation cycle is shortening, and based on the menses, her egg cells are actually regenerating. That shouldn't be possible."

Ben Grimm scratched his stony chin.

"Secondary mutation caused by them cosmic rays? Y'know I've been through some changes," he muttered.

"Could it be somebody else doing this to her?" Johnny said, standing up, flame bursting from his eyebrows. "If some bastard is attacking Sue biologically..."

"I'd need samples to look for mutagenic factors, and to do a full DNA scan," Reed said. "Frankly, that's why I've called this meeting. I don't know if Sue will submit to scans and examinations. If she thinks this is just a natural process, she'll..."

Reed let the sentence hang. His right ear suddenly expanded into a huge, scoop-like shape.

A soft moan echoed down the hall.

The three men shared a glance. Instantly, Reed Richards shifted in a large, flat shape, like a carpet. Johnny and Ben stepped onto it. The blue "carpet," with Reed's head at the front, crawled forward. Far more silently than the Thing or the Human Torch could manage on their own.

Sue Storm was in the kitchen. She had emerged, in her ill-fitting nightgown, for a secretive midnight snack.

And gotten distracted.

The two-foot dildo was firmly braced against the floor. Sue Storm was squatting on it, her swollen stomach distended by the massive sex toy as her thick thighs pumped, pushing her up and down in an effort that would have gutted the old Sue Storm. She had a bottle of port wine in her hand and was drinking it straight from the bottle, eyes closed, lost in a groove of masturbatory abandon as she rose and fell, rose and fell, utterly unaware that her robe had fallen open—and that she had an audience.

Reed, Ben, and Johnny saw the pink stain that encompassed Sue Storm's lower body, up to her now massive breasts. They saw, too, the way her pudenda hung huge, thick, and dark, more like the cunt of a great sow than anything that belonged on a human woman. Supernumerary nipples appear in a line down her soft, swollen stomach.

"Suzy," Ben Grimm broke the grim atmosphere. "What happened to you?"

Blue eyes snapped open. Sue Storm saw her family and friends stare at her.

Then she vanished from view, so that they stared only at a massive two-foot-long dildo stuck on the kitchen floor.