There Is Porn Playing In The Living Room

Sue Storm opened her eyes and saw the dick. Again.

She was aware of the weight of her massive, flabby body, but her sausage-like fingers squeezed around the huge, squishy shaft, and she gave a little squeal like a piglet picked up by its tail. Terrible urges ran through her. The same ones that had overtaken her last night. Nor did she try to resist. Her snout twitched as her mouth fell open and bent the two-foot cock toward her own gaping maw. Back muscles protesting as her lips closed over the tip of the misshapen glans.

Sue Storm stroked and sucked lustily for a long time. The immense balls swelled, the breath came hot through her nostrils. Sweat trickled down the flabby, unfamiliar body. Then the moment of release, the salty explosion in her mouth that she swallowed greedily, a depraved feast from the deepest part of her id.

Straight on 'til morning.

The Invisible Woman awoke, in her own body, to the sounds of moans from the living room.

She turned to look at Reed beside her. His chest rose and fell, but there were dark bags under his eyes, the kind that spoke to a late night in the lab. Except he should have been here, by her side. Sue frowned at that as she gently pulled the sheet off her body.

Sue looked down at herself and found her naked body dripping with sweat. Her bald snatch burned with an ache that Sue hadn't felt in years. Yet what caught her eye was the cuff that should have been about her ankle, to keep her from sleepwalking.

It wasn't there.

The naked heroine frowned and examined her ankle and then the cuff more closely. There were red marks around her ankle and scratches on the lock mechanism. A hairpin, one of Sue's, lay on the mattress. Sue frowned at that. She knew how to pick locks, but if she had done it, she would have used her powers, made the mechanism invisible, turned the tumblers, and rotated the core using a **** field. Why would she bother using a hairpin in the dark?

And what was that moaning?

Sue Storm rose from the bed and grabbed at a robe. On bare feet, she walked cautiously into the living room. The children weren't up yet. Ben and Johnny should be asleep too, though they might rise at any moment. In the whole of the Baxter Building, nary a creature was stirring, except...

"Susan?" Alicia Masters said, wearing one of Ben's oversized t-shirts. It hung on her like a nightgown. "What's that noise? And that smell? Was someone watching porn in here?"

On the big screen, Sue Storm watched a Brazilian porn star attempt to take four cocks in her ass at the same time. The cushion in the middle was damp with the outline of a woman's ass. Hastily, Sue grabbed for the remote, muted the program, and checked the logs.

Someone had spent the night buying and, presumably, watching quite a lot of porn.

The Invisible Woman frowned.

"I think," she said. "That someone definitely was."