Very Virile Cum

It looked like cum. It smelled like cum. Except it couldn't possibly be...

The Invisible Woman's mind raced. She had brought the exercise ball into the Baxter Building. Normal scans. It hadn't read as hazardous. But then, normal semen wouldn't show up as hazardous. Just as a biological mass.

If it is real, Sue Storm thought to herself. She had been dimly aware of sex toys that mimicked ejaculation. Fake cum made out of water and corn starch. Except that smell...

A muscle worked in the naked heroine's jaw. She levered herself off the toy, an invisible cup catching the goo as it dripped out of her. With a thought, layers of skin, muscle, and integument vanished. She grimaced as she saw the white mess that was her vaginal canal. No wonder she had felt the ejaculation. It looked like the exercise ball had pumped a half a pint of it into her. With a sick feeling in her stomach, Sue made her uterine wall transparent.

Normally, it was a void. Now it was grey and cloudy. Some of that good had made it inside of her.

The Invisible Women vanished as she went fully invisible. She placed the exercise ball in the closet and walked, naked but unseen, down the corridor—not to Reed's lab, but to the smaller, much more modest sub-lab that Reed had provided for Sue. The equipment was much more modest, but it included a microscope, a DNA sequencer, and a samples fridge, among other things. Reed had provided it after the miscarriage, as a place for Sue to help monitor and manage her future pregnancies.

She hoped that wasn't what she was looking at now.

Once inside and the door was locked, Sue let the invisibility lapse. She took a sample of the white goo that had oozed out of her pussy, which was still warm and super-sensitive, and prepared a slide. With a deep breath, Sue took a look through the microscope. Then adjusted the focus.

Small semi-translucent white objects, wiggling madly. Blunt-headed little things with long, whip-like tails. Instantly familiar. Sperm. Real sperm. A lot of sperm.

Sue's heart hammered in her chest as she prepared another sample, this time for the DNA sequencer. It looked human, but she needed to know.

Once the machine began working—a process that would take mere hours, where in a normal lab it would take at least a week—Sue collapsed into a chair.

The sex toy her psychiatrist had provided had shot cum, real cum, real and very virile cum, into her unprotected pussy. The reality of that settled over Sue Storm with a shiver. Because now she needed to think about what to do next. A morning after pill? Tell Reed? Confront Dr. Stone?

Sue's breasts rose and fell, her heart hammering faster. The post-sex languor entirely gone, replaced by a desperate need to do something.