A Month - When Everything Seems Back To Normal

Sue Storm drank a glass of warm milk just before bed. Her special milk. When Reed and the others had gotten back, she'd offered to let them try it, but all of them had turned up their nose at the idea. Even the children. Not that Sue had pushed too hard. The bottles had kept coming regularly, and Sue had accepted them thankfully; she'd even written little notes to Mr. Porkum offering to pay, but he had kindly rebuffed her.

The heroine stretched her legs out on the bed. The wounded left thigh was almost as good as new; the scab had come off, and wonder of wonders there hadn't even been a scar beneath. Reed had attributed it to her cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology, but Sue was inclined to think it was diet. A few glasses of milk a day and she just felt...better. Her skin was brighter, her teeth whiter, she slept better during the night and had more energy during the day.

The only thing that put her off was the dreams.

She had heard of wet dreams. Yet even when she was 19 years old at university, and peeking at pornography on her own for the first time and indulging in smutty romance novels, Sue had never quite experienced one. She'd had erotic dreams, certainly. Dreams where her clothes suddenly went invisible in public, and strange men fingered and groped her through her transparent costume. Or that one where Reed elongated himself like a snaked and wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, so she squirmed in helpless ecstasy as he sucked on her breasts.

Yet the dreams she'd had the last month or so had been different. More vivid. More perverse. And more...potent.

The night Reed had gotten back, they had made love. It was short, and sweet; he'd been holding back too long, and the hot, thick spray on her stomach was a testament to how badly he'd missed her. Sue had cleaned up, had her evening glass of milk, and they had gone to sleep next to each other.

She had woken up at midnight, body covered in sweat, nipples hard, her whole body taut, to feel the sudden warm gush between her legs. For a moment, Sue had gasped and quivered as her muscles suddenly went weak as jelly. She had thought for a moment that she was ill, that her bladder had emptied in a sudden moment of incontinence—but the truth was far more embarrassing, once she had slipped out of bed to change her panties, glad that Reed wasn't sleeping in the wet spot.

Her panties were soaked, but not with urine. Sue saw the flushed look on her face in the mirror, the tumult of hair, felt the familiar soreness that hadn't come from sex with Reed last night—though she imagined that might have triggered it—but from the dream she'd been having.

She'd been in a bathroom. Sue had lowered herself into an empty tub that had two spigots. One, small and skinny, was labeled REED. She had turned the handle, and a little white dribble had oozed out, and then stopped. The other, a massive, no-nonsense piece of industrial chrome machinery that belonged on a fire truck, was labeled PORKUM. Sue had turned the handle, and a steady, thick, sticky stream of white oozed out. Sue had cupped her hands beneath the stream and rubbed the thick white goo on her skin. So much, so warm. An electric thrill had gone through her as the tub began to fill. She'd hardly noticed the tiny drop that hung from the tip of the smaller faucet as she lowered her head to lap from the white flow like a cat or dog from a hose.

Her fingers had found her cunny. It squished noisily as she'd scraped handfuls of the creamy ambrosia into her ravenous pussy. Her excitement had built and built until, in a fit of passion, she had upended herself so that the spigot poured its bounty straight into the open cunt.

Then Sue had grabbed the handle and turned it onto full blast. The dream-world had gone white.

Sue had cum so hard in her sleep that she'd woken herself up. Her stomach gurgled unhappily. She left Reed asleep as she threw a bathrobe on and stepped lightly into the kitchen, hoping she had another gulp of organic nut milk left.

She met H.E.R.B.I.E. as he was loading the new bottle into the fridge. It must have just arrived. She grabbed it from his hand and shivered a little to find that it was still warm. With abandon, she pulled off the top and brought it to her lips, chugged down a mouthful—and nearly gagged.

There was something different about it. The consistency was off, less like milk and more like snot. Ammonia burned her nostrils for a moment, and then Sue choked down her instinctive urge to spit it out and kept drinking. The slimy goo fulfilled a need in her aching tummy that the Invisible Woman could not resist. It wasn't until Sue had drained the entire bottle that she tore it away, a white moustache above her lips, and stared at it.

PORKUM'S SPECIAL RAW ORGANIC NUT MILK

Sue licked her lip. The initial moment of revulsion was gone, followed now by a sense of...completeness? The warm liquid mass sat in her stomach, which calmed down. Carefully, she cleaned her face. Then she looked with regret at the empty bottle.

"Did only one bottle arrive?" she asked, a bit of dread in her voice. She had just chugged an entire bottle, which she normally stretched out over an entire day.

"No, Mrs. Richards. Mr. Porkum sent two bottles, one of the normal milk, the other the special bottle," the robot added. "I must warn you, consuming raw foodstuffs can expose you to bacteria and—"

"Thank you, H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue said as she dropped the empty bottle into the recycling shoot that went down to the molecular disassembler in the basement. A warm, contented heat spread through her body. As she walked back to the bedroom, she wondered if Reed was up for a little more fun tonight.