Sue Storm Notices Some Odd Cravings...

For the fifth time in a row, Sue Storm began her day by brushing her teeth and gargling with mouthwash. The back of her throat felt slimy. She hoped she wasn't coming down with something, but she didn't feel feverish. If anything, she had a little extra energy. Her panties were damp...again.

"Getting to be a bad habit," Sue told herself, as she peeled off the sodden underwear. She was about to put on her gym shorts when something caught her eye.

Reed Richards did not normally wear pyjamas. It had been a point of contention earlier in their marriage; Reed insisted that nudity was the ideal default for thermoregulation or some shit. Which is why Sue Storm sometimes woke up in the morning to see the pre-dawn glow of Manhattan shine off of his bubbly butt...and see his cock, stretch out like a six-foot pink snake, the tip of it dangling just above the floor.

Sleep power incontinence was something that happened to all of the Fantastic Four over the last few years. One of those private details they left out of interviews. Johnny's bed had been equipped with automatic fire suppression systems to deal with the occasional nocturnal conflagration. Sue Storm herself sometimes turned invisible. Reed...stretched in his sleep.

Yet something about her husband's dangling prick held her gaze now. It swayed back and forth slightly in the breeze of the air conditioning, and there was a wet drop gathered at the tip.

Biting her lower lip, Sue went down on her hands and knees. She picked up his warm trouser snake, which began to swell gently in her hand, and brought the glans to her lips. Her tongue slid over his piss slit, the very tip of her mouth-muscle tingling as she pushed gently. This was something that Reed resisted when away, but when he was asleep, his body was much more pliable.

Slowly, his urethra stretched. Sue rubbed the warm tube of flesh with both hands, throwing a loop of it around her shoulders as she pushed her tongue in, deeper and deeper, letting the glans swell to fill her mouth with hot, spongy fuckmeat. She closed her eyes, lost in a sensation that was achingly familiar and yet refused to resolve. As if she had dreamed about this.

The wet explosion that hit the back of her throat caught Sue Storm by surprise, and shook her out of her reverie. She pulled the sopping soft cockhead from her mouth and coughed as the bitter, slimy trail went down her throat. There was an eerie familiarity to that sensation...and a sudden, dark suspicion.

Sue Storm knew she needed to get to the lab, now.