Sue Storm Rationalizes The Early Ovulation

"Ugh," Sue Storm clamped her hand over her abdomen as the cramp hit her. She didn't need to check her period tracker app to know what was going on. The bloody mess in the toilet was enough for that. It wasn't heavy bleeding, but it was too early for her period.

"Must be the stress," Sue said aloud, as she rinsed her pussy. The automatic tampon fabricator was one of the little contraptions that Reed had fashioned shortly after their marriage. According to him, it could recycle a newspaper into something that resembled Egyptian cotton but with three times the absorbency. As she spread her vaginal lips and slid the soft rod into her pussy, Sue was simply thinking about how this changed her plans.

Swimming was out. She would need to wear the costume with additional elastic support, in case she was bloating. Shift from her normal crunches and maybe focus on upper-body strength exercises today. Periods were messy but a part of life, and not something she allowed to get in the way of her work as a heroine or mother.

Then the alarm sounded.

Sue Storm pulled up her panties and raced to get dressed.

In the Wasp's apartment, Porkum checked the app. If all was going according to plan, Sue Storm should be having her period right now. He was naked, seated on the leather couch in her living room, every available surface covered with junk food containers and empty bottles of ****. The Wasp was on the floor, passed out, her mouth open to catch the white drops that dripped from his hanging dick.

One of his feet nudged her.

"I need you to go make sure this thing is working," he said.

"H-how?" Janet van Dyne said. She sat up, her mouth crusted with dried cum. There were bags under her eyes, and she reeked of sweat and stale booze. Porkum had been teaching her how to suck his cock ever since her successful mission, and her head throbbed in response.

"There's some half-assed alien invasion over the mid-Atlantic," he said. "Go and help. Get close to her. Watch. I want to know if she's acting different."

The Alpha Centaurians were back. Their huge ship hovered over the Atlanic Ocean, within sight of Manhattan. Already, it was deploying the first of its colony-ships. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, flamed around the massive vessel like a comet.

A burst of water hit him from one of the Alpha Centaurian point-defense cannons. In a burst of steam, he fell toward the waves.

From the depths, Namor emerged, naked save for his scaled green trunks, to catch the falling heroine.

"Shots fired," Ben Grimm said, as he adjusted the controls of the Fantasticar, keeping them out of range.

"Hold on, Ben," Reed Richards cautioned. "We don't yet know their intentions. This could all be a misunderstanding."

"If they hurt Johnny, I'm going to kick their asses back to Alpha Centauri!" The Invisible Woman said, uncharacteristically harsh. On her shoulder, the diminutive figure of the Wasp stood. Sue was definitely on the rag.

"Relax, Sue," Janet said, as Namor flew Johnny toward them. "See? He looks fine."

Back in the Wasp's apartment, Porkum heard it all through the Wasp's open comm-channel. His snout twitched. If the app was working, then...he adjusted the parameters.

Fertility: 95%

Arousal: 99%

OVULATING

Time until next Ovulation: 27 Days, 11 hours, 32 minutes

The soft moan that came from Sue Storm's lips as Namor, his fit, well-muscled body dripping with seawater, came to light on the Fantasticar, was audible through the Wasp's comms. Porkum stroked his chin. Maybe Namor could be useful in his plans.