The Chemicals Can Be Synthesized - Malice Just Needs The Right Ingredients

In the back of Sue Storm's closet, where Reed Richards would never go, was a special costume that Nick Fury had provided for the Invisible Woman's occasional mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. Malice pulled out the slinky, skin-tight black outfit...and took a pair of scissors to them. She cut away the midsection, separated the arms and legs into elbow-length gloves and over-the-knee boots. Cut a low V to expose as much cleavage as physically possible. From the scraps, Malice sewed together a domino mask and a choker.

A little black lipstick, a little eyeshadow...and Malice felt more like herself.

She examined the results in the mirror—the result was something less impressive than her old costume, but utterly scandalous by the standards of the prudish Sue Storm. Her gloved fingers caressed the taut midsection, and frowned. Many more of Porkum's chocolates, and her svelte figure would be a thing of the past. Malice needed a solution to retain her dominance in Sue Storm's mind without resorting to the calorie-laden solution that Porkum had inadvertantly offered.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.!" she growled. "Anything to report?"

"Initial analysis complete," the robot chirped. "The primary ingredients are mutant sperm and seminal fluid. DNA not on file. Several exotic biological compounds are present, including dimeth..."

Malice cut the robot off.

"Can you isolate the compounds that affect the human brain?" She said.

H.E.R.B.I.E. buzzed for a moment.

"Affirmative," it said.

"Can they be synthesized?" Malice asked.

"Negative. Compounds are unique to mutant sperm and seminal fluid," the robot said.

Malice raised an eyebrow.

"So, hypothetically, if you had more mutant ejaculate, you could synthesize an effective replica of the **** in the bonbons?" Malice said.

H.E.R.B.I.E. buzzed again as the request was processed.

"Affirmative. With sufficient biological starter chemicals, an approximate equivalent dosage of such compounds could be synthesized."

Malice stroked her chin. Her eyes narrowed.

"How much mutant jizz are we talking about?"

The robot buzzed for a long moment. Complex chemical calculations took place.

"Approximately 100 milliliters of mutant seminal fluid per effective dose," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Factors will vary, including the amount of ejaculate, the effective concentration of compounds may vary per individual..."

"An average ejaculation is 1-5 milliliters," Malice said. She stalked back and forth as her villainous mind went to work. A single dose would be an average night's work at a gloryhole...or a bukkake video...the kind of thing that Sue Storm would never admit any knowledge of, though Malice knew all of the Invisible Woman's dark secrets, and knew that the prudish Sue Storm was well aware of what oral sex was. She'd had two children, after all, and had no desire for any more.

Finally, a plan began to form. Malice went to the nearest computer terminal and logged into Sue Storm's S.H.I.E.L.D. account. She could feel the exhaustion in her body, yet she dared not sleep, not until she had secured her continued existence. For that, she needed a vast supply of mutant cum—and as she searched through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files, she found the perfect source of it.