Sue Storm Pigs Out Again

The Invisible Woman tossed and turned all night. Her feast had unocked strange dreams. In a clean, white kitchen, an immense pink pig-man stirred a massive cauldron of chocolate. Sue was dressed in a sheer white shift, the kind she hadn't worn in years, since before the children were born. Pink worms hung from the ceiling, and small dark eyes of Porkum had leered at Sue as she stepped closer, that rich aroma of chocolate almost overpowering. She found herself salivating...yet there was something missing.

A hand like a ham hock caught the thick pink worm that dangled from the ceiling. Something white and runny squirted from the rounded end, and Sue Storm went weak at the knees as she recognized the cream inside his bonbons. At his silent urging, Sue stepped forward. She knelt on her knees, mouth open to catch the white cream as he squeezed it with both hands into her mouth. The rich liquid splattered over her faces, her chest. The gown was rendered nearly transparent as it clung to her body, and Sue groped at her own breasts as she swallowed as much as she could.

"Uggh..." Sue groaned as sunlight hit her. She had slept too late, and too fitfully. Her body seemed to weigh on her as she hauled herself out of bed. Her injured leg throbbed painfully It was only **** of habit that saw her go through her morning ablutions; only the discipline of years that saw her go through her routine in the gym. A set fitness schedule for every day of the weak, modified for her injury. Normally, she would run five kilometers on the indoor circuit. Now...

Sue squeezed the water-tight band around her bandaged leg. The wave pool was big enough for Sue to do a butterfly stroke, although today she stuck to a basic breast stroke. As the gentle artificial current began to press against her, she fought back against it. Her leg ached, but the cool water helped her clear her head as she swam. The physical movement helped her burn the calories she had over-indulged in last night, and got her heartrate up. By the time she was finished, Sue was shaky, tired, and shivered as the cold air hit her wet flesh.

"Never again," she swore to herself, as she headed into the shower. By the time she had emerged, H.E.R.B.I.E. had laid out the day's outfit. Loose-fitting blue slacks and a white blouse. Sue slipped into them wordlessly, an invisible cast around her leg so she would move it as little as possible. A part of her wondered if she shouldn't fast today, after pigging-out yesterday. It was unconscionable for her to have done that. She didn't want Reed to come home and find his wife had gained a dozen pounds sitting on her ass in his absence. Or the children...

A pang went through Sue's heart as she thought of the kids. A part of her wondered if maybe she couldn't handle them on her own, even if Agatha Harkness had them for another week. She resolved to give her a call tonight, talk it out.

Sue was still thinking about that when she entered the mail room. There, among today's mail, was a telltale pink package.

"Mr. Porkum, you shouldn't have," Sue said as she went directly to the package. Her fingers shook a little as she tore open the pink paper. The smell hit her immediately. That rich chocolate, that weird undercurrent almost like ammonia that she knew was the creamy filling. There was a card.

"Glad you liked my cream," she read aloud. "There's plenty more where that came from!"

Sue hesitated. Her stomach rumbled. Her rational brain knew she shouldn't eat these. Last night's pig-out should have made her sick to her stomach just to look at them. Instead, she dug a single bonbon out the box.

"Just one," she told herself, breathless with anticipation. "Just a taste."

Sue Storm's stomach rumbled. She felt suddenly weak. her injured leg couldn't support her weight, and she leaned against the mail room table. Eyes focused on that luscious, perfect chocolate as she brought it to her mouth. Bit through the dark, rich shell. To suck at the bitter cream within.

On those rare occasions when the Invisible Woman had an orgasm, she lost it. All her conscious thoughts shut down, all of her worries, all of her pains. There was only that moment where her rational mind shut down and she lived in those animal sensations. As the cream slid down her throat, Sue's toes curled, and her nipples were suddenly erect. Unconsciously, she pressed her crotch against the edge of the table.

A moment later, the chocolate was gone. The moment passed. Sue gasped and panted, looked down at the still-remaining chocolates in their neat double-row.

Like an addict, she grabbed at the open box and began to stuff the cream-filled bonbons into her gullet as she moaned in ecstatic satisfaction. Sooner than Sue would have liked, her gustatory orgy was finished. Chocolate smeared her face. Her stomach felt too full. An uncomfortable heat spread through her body, and she began to perspire, wet drops beaded her brow as she licked at the trace for every last bit of chocolate.

It was only when her wounded leg gave out and Sue fell with only her arms propped on the table to save her from complete collapse, that she was shocked back into sanity.

"H-H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue huffed. "Y-you s-scanned that package, right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Richards," the robot replied.

"S-scan it a-again," she huffed, as she resisted the urge to lick her fingers and wipe the smears of chocolate on her face into her mouth.

Lights played from the ceiling. Lasers bounced off the open box, off of her face. Neat green grid-lines. Something on a long mechanical arm snaked out from a corner of the mail roof, and hovered all over the box. Sue panted and tried to reclaim her composure.

"Unknown biological agent detected. Suitability for human consumption 86.5%. Traces of mutant DNA. Not in existing mutant genome database."

"Mutant DNA?" Sue said. Her stomach lurched. "What...what are the effects on humans if digested?"

"Unknown. The remaining sample is insufficient for further analysis," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied.

Sue frowned. It was almost as difficult to digest this news as it had been to deal with the aftermath of her feast last night.

"Why wasn't this biological agent detected when the package was first scanned?" Sue asked.

"Unknown," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied, unhelpfully.

The Invisible Woman licked her lips. This was bad. Very bad. She'd been contaminated with something. A part of her was glad that the children weren't here, because that meant they weren't exposed to it. Her tongue continued to move over her lips, to catch every stray bit of chocolate. Even now, knowing what she did, Sue had little doubt that if there was another box of bonbons in front of her she'd eat it too. She placed a hand against her stomach. Not wanting to think what was happening beneath her trim waist.

"Many more boxes like that, and I won't be trim for long," Sue Storm said aloud. Still, the damage was done, the bonbons devoured. Now it was a question of what she was going to do next.