The Lollipops Help Sue Control Her Craving

Dawn broke over New York, the pale light slid through the window. Without thought, Sue Storm reached over to her bedside table, where the first lollipop of the day awaited. She unwrapped it without opening her eyes and popped it in her mouth. The nasty, gritty aftertaste of last night's fully-dissolved lolly washed away as the soft, dry flavor of a fresh cock slid into her mouth and coated her tongue, even as the hard candy knocked against her teeth. Sometimes, when the round bulge of the lolly was pressed against her inner cheek, she could imagine it was a real dick.

Then she rose, sore and still tired, naked and bleary-eyed. Ever since H.E.R.B.I.E.'s initial diagnosis, the Invisible Woman had measured her life in cock-flavored lollies. On average, one lasted fifteen to twenty minutes. The constant oral fixation and the slide of the sugar-free cock-flavored juice down her throat mollified her cravings, though the puffiness of her lips had not diminished in the least.

So she went through her routine. A few minutes in the bathroom for her toilet. Light exercise in the gym. Shower and dress. A small but healthy breakfast, which carefully did not include any of the gifts that Porkum continued to send. The heroine's heart hardened as she thought of that mutant, and what she would do to him if and when she ever caught up with him.

There were emails to read and answer. Directions to the household robots to clean and do chores. Most of the bills, fortunately, were handled automatically. At every step of the way, H.E.R.B.I.E. was at hand with another lollipop. Like her own personal cock valet. Sue made time every day to speak to the children, though she wore a facemask when she did so, under the pretense she'd caught something contagious. The mask came in handy when the nurse came by to check her wounded leg, too.

Yet those visits were the worst part of Sue Storm's day. Without her lolly, she had to live with the craving—an intrusive, single-minded desire for cock that tended to override whatever she was thinking of at the time, even to the point of distraction...

"Mrs. Richards?"

Sue snapped out of the haze. "Oh, sorry, Georgia. Daydreaming. And please, coc—call me Susan."

The brown eyes blinked slowly. The Invisible Woman smiled behind her mask, though the nurse couldn't see it. The heroine bit her tongue at the Freudian slip.

"Your wound is healing. Are you feeling any better?" Georgia Jenkins asked.

"Tired. Achey. I'm glad I don't have any worlds to save at the moment," Sue said. A part of her wondered what Georgia's cock would look like if she were trans. Probably a cute little brown stiffy, to tent her dress...

"Well, that's to be expected. You look pale. Are you getting enough sunlight? Vitamin D?"

Sue blinked. Her image of the nurse's hypothetical cock faded slowly from her distracted brain.

"I...suppose I have been rather coc—cooped up the last week or so," she admitted. Sue's face flushed as she realized she'd said it again. She sucked her lips—and wished, very desperately, for something else to suck on.

"Make some time to get a little sun. Light therapy. If you don't want to go out, I can order a lamp for you," the nurse said as she stood up. She eyed Sue warily as if she knew the heroine had something she wasn't telling her. "If anything else comes up—anything at all—you can call me, day or night."

"Of course, Georgia," Sue said, sure that the one thing the nurse couldn't help her with was Sue's real problem. "See you tomorrow."

The elevator had barely closed when Sue Storm ripped the mask off. H.E.R.B.I.E. was right there at her side with another lolly. The Invisible Woman's lips latched onto the grey-white sphere in an instant, and all that Sue could do was stand there in her robe and suck it until the juice filled her mouth, coated her tongue, ran hot down her aching throat...

It was good. Yet Sue Storm knew it wasn't enough. She needed something more...and so she ordered H.E.R.B.I.E. to make a little change to her daily supply of cock-flavored lollipops.