Sue Storm Pigs Out And Eats The Entire Box

The Invisible Woman licked her lips. There was something about the creamy center of the bonbon that triggered a taste-memory she couldn't place. Something ever so subtly off about them. Bitter. Ammoniac. Trying to tease out that flavor was like trying to distinguish the terroir of a fine wine. Almost without thinking, her fingers closed on another chocolate. She brought it to her lips, and bit through the rich shell to the creamy center, which was white and thick and...

It exploded like an orgasm in her mouth. Sue closed her eyes and moaned, her toes curled. Muscles in her thighs bunched and her wounded leg throbbed. Naggingly, Sue knew that hidden flavor. She just couldn't remember when or where she had tasted it before.

Her blue eyes fell on the package as her stomach rumbled. Sue still hadn't had lunch yet. Worse, after her workout this morning, her blood sugar was probably low. The Invisible Woman tapped the table as her tongue prowled around her mouth. The gooey slime at the center of the bonbons left a clinging trail down the back of her throat, all the way to her stomach.

Sue knew she should stop. There were calories to count. She'd already had far too much. Her dietician would be furious with her, make her eat nothing but salads and broth for the next few days. Despite the doctor's orders that she eat normally. Her body needed strength, after all. She was injured.

The internal war in Susan Storm's body and mind went on for several minutes before she reached a conclusion.

"The hell with it," she whispered aloud. "Today's officially a cheat day."

The Invisible Woman turned back to her work with the fanmail. She worked straight through lunch, but the box of bonbons was never far from hand. One by one, they disappeared. Her teeth tore through the chocolate shell and slurped up that intriguing goo, then chewed the rest. As the sugar hit her, Sue's handwriting went shaky, and a fine perspiration broke out over her body. Her stomach rebelled against the sudden, unexpected onrush of pure calories, and her body temperature rose.

Sue thought that was why she began to feel hot, almost light-headed. She was wrong.

In his lair, Porkum's great sweaty pink hands jerked at the end of his enormous, rope-like penis like a sailor hauling in an anchor. The flared, floppy end was pointed at a clean plastic container. His small, dark eyes were fixated on a picture of the Invisible Woman in her most revealing outfit, hung on the wall behind a sheet of perspex. The massive testicles that dangled between his legs and **** him into a bow-legged waddle rose and tightened. With a grunt that would have done credit to a bore in heat, a hot, steaming white burst of liquid erupted into the container, originally intended for transporting biological samples. When it threatened to overfill the container, her jerked the massive cock upwards and aimed the last few white spurts so that they glazed the face and body of the blonde goddess.

Porkum wiped the tip of his dick off on the inner rim, and sealed it. The fresh sperm went through a slot in the door, where a Doombot would take it away for processing. Whatever Doom did to make it pass through the Baxter Building's sensors. Sue would get a fresh batch of chocolates tomorrow. The pig-man grinned to himself as he imagined her reaction.

The defraudium bullet would have left small traces in Sue's system. She was weaker than she thought, not just physically but mentally. Her ability to resist temptation dampened by insecurity, by loneliness. Porkum had seen it before, though usually the women in his own dimension were already sluts in their own way. This world was different. It would make him work harder for his conquest.

Yet he had no doubts about the outcome. Already, the biological agents in his sperm were at work in Sue Storm's body. Her brain would soon generate vasopressin and oxycotin, her body and mind biologically prepping themselves to fall in love. No matter how powerful she was, Sue Storm couldn't fight her own biology.

"Soon," he grumbled as he stared at the cum-stained photo. "Your ass is mine!"

Sue Storm panted, her body hot and feverish after her chocolate feast. Her fingers delved through the mess of wrappers, but the bonbons were gone. A hot ball of discomfort filled her stomach, the exact kind of tummyache she told her kids they would get after a binge on trick-or-treat candy or ice cream. She shook her head as droplets of sweat stung her eyes, and ordered H.E.R.B.I.E. to bring her Porkum's card from earlier.

She stared at the pig-man with his bulging muscles, handling that great pink worm or whatever it was. Then, doing her best to steady her hand, she wrote him a gushing note about how good his chocolates had been.

The Invisible Woman let her invisible chair carry her back to her bedroom. She knew she shouldn't just go to sleep after such a calorie-packed feast, but already her body was hot...sleepy...and the wound in her leg throbbed and pulsed painfully. Her forcefield actually faltered for a moment as she tried to crawl from it onto the bed, and Sue's head ached as she dragged herself by her arms up onto the bed and under the covers, to fall asleep fully clothed, her stomach a hot ball of pain.