The Constant Sucking Accelerates The Changes

Suck, suck.

Sue Storm's lips pushed against the little mouth-shield of the pacifier. The soft unstable molecule tongue gave her lips and teeth something to latch onto, her tongue something to play with. It was almost embarrassing how easily the Invisible Woman fell back into the childish habit of sucking on a pacifier.

Suck, suck, suck.

Yet it comforted her. Gave her mouth something to do, to play with, even as she scrolled through S.H.I.E.L.D. and Avengers files for any clues about Porkum. She'd even put in a request to the X-Men, though she wasn't sure she could rely on them for assistance if Porkum was truly a mutant. H.E.R.B.I.E., meanwhile, was busy trying to come up with a cure for the gnawing, aching need that Sue Storm felt. She had even taking to sucking on it in her sleep.

Suck, suck, suck, suck.

All of Porkum's "gifts" had been quarantined. There could be no further biological influence from that angle. Yet what he had already done was enough.

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck...

She pulled the pacifier out to examine the damage in the mirror.

Before, Sue Storm's lips had been fuller, beestung, almost sexy. Now, after the near-constant exercise of the pacifier for two days had left her lips grossly distorted, caught in a permanent pout, the whole lower half of her face jutting forward like a machine designed by nature to suck cock—or swallow them whole.

"Mrs. Richards," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "It is time for your measurements."

Sue sighed, and glanced downward and away from her now-whorish countenance. H.E.R.B.I.E. wasn't a creative genius, but it had been designed to assist Reed in the lab, and could design and execute simple experiments. So far, that involved seeing how Sue's physical capabilities had changed.

In the lab, she lay on the measurement table, her head hanging off the edge.

"Please open your mouth to the widest extant.

Sue did so. Her jaw dislocated, hanging down. Her massive lips parted to make a huge gaping circle of flesh. H.E.R.B.I.E.'s arms came up with the calipers, carefully measuring.

"10.2 centimeters," he announced, measuring from side-to-side. Yesterday, it had been 8.6.

"Please remain with your mouth open for depth test," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "If you experience any discomfort, raise your right hand."

The tube was eight centimeters in diameter. Medical-grade silicone. It slid in between Sue's lips easily, and she instinctively curled the plush pillows around her teeth, let the shaft slide forward over her tongue. Her gag reflex was non-existent now, and her throat...

"No appreciable resistance in the esophagus," H.E.R.B.I.E. noted as fifty, then sixty centimeters of tube slid into her, causing her throat to bulge obscenely. Yet it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, there was a pleasant fullness.

Suck, suck.