Hiding and Showing off.

“So… You’re finally going to do it?” Asked Alicia with a smile, beaming up to the blonde woman and wringing her hands in joy. It was mid-day and the rest of Susan’s family had gone out to do their own things; Ben had gone out to practice flying, Valaria and Franklin were at school, Johnny had gone out to a dinner date and Reed was back at the university to make his claims with the new minerals he discovered.

“Well, I gave it some thought, and you were right, if I want to reclaim my life I have to move forward.”

With her hands at her ample hips, Susan looked over to the rest of the living room where the rest of her adult children took up space. “By the look of things, it seems my kids have gotten the idea too.” Three sat at the couch watching Basketball at the Square, four sat at the table going over the rest of the reading material in the loft and several others took up the space around the fireplace while others were in the kitchen cooking up lunch. All 86 of Susan and Alicia’s shared children were up on the main floor, fully dressed and acting civilized thanks to the anaphrodisiac they’ve all been taking regularly over the last week. If anything, she was impressed on what some of her eldest children managed to achieve in the span of that week.

Greg was standing by the window in a dress suit with a cellphone in hand, ordering a few pizzas to be delivered while the rest of the hive turned on the television to the game playing at the stadium. “Come ON Steve! They’re getting ready for the opening; we’ve got like 40 minutes to get there.”

“I heard ya, I heard ya, fuck man I’m only allowed to have two hands.” Called out Susan’s other son Steve, bellowing out his complaint to Carl while putting on a coat and slipping in a few vials of the anaphrodisiac in one pocket and the tickets in the other. Ever since she flooded their minds with football stats and information, the two brothers had become football hounds that would have made Ben Grimm smile.

Looking around the living room, Susan couldn’t help herself and smirk a bit and cross her arms before looking down at the sitting woman. Alicia had convinced her to bring the entire hive up to the loft floor to stretch their legs and get out of the cave that USED to be the storage room in the sublevels. She was hesitant to do so, but then again if she spent every day in that place, she’d go stir crazy too. Besides with the **** she created she had almost nothing to worry about.

Two or three of her sons looked dressed to go jogging; Kevin and Jacob were putting on their running shoes and checking their appearance before heading out the door. Despite the implications of them heading out into the open city, Susan had very little trepidation on the idea. There was a… Connection she had with them all, a kind of empathic link she had with all her children, like they were apart of her. She knew where they were always, AND whether new members of her new species were born, and thankfully there weren’t any new members to her hive. The serum was working. So long as she could keep it up, she wouldn’t have to worry about dead men and women in the streets or new ‘bundle of joys’ filling up the basement that she had to hide away.

If anything, the only thing she had to worry about was her kids getting into a fight and putting someone in the hospital.

“So, when are you going to see Janet for the shoot?”

“She wants me to show up today for test fitting and photographs, the show will be the day after, she’s trying to rush things since she was having such a hard time finding models when she got back into town.”

“Oooh, that’s rough.” Getting up and stretching her arms, Alicia’s flat midriff became exposed under the sweater she wore, her now larger bust taking up more room where before the sweater would have come down to her waist. In the days she had been turned by Susan, the woman had gone through more than just one transformation. Alicia stood taller, firmer and with more flaring curves than she had ever known. If anything, ironically, the infection made her healthier than ever. “So… When are you going to tell Reed?”

“About what?”

“About what we are? About how you’ve got almost a hundred more kids under your roof and they all look like they go to the same University Reed tenures at?”

Crossing her arms more tightly and puffing out her cheeks in frustration, Susan had been tip-toeing the subject ever since she managed to curb her urges and instincts. I… I want to, I’m just scared how he’ll react, what if he feels betrayed? What if he becomes scared of me? The children?”

“I’m surprised he didn’t suspect anything after you nearly broke his back in bed.” Alicia smirked.

“Heh… Yeah… No. Wait, how do you know that?”

“You know that empathic link you have with me and your kids? It goes both ways.” Smirking into the sip of her coffee, Alicia watched on as Susan opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, then going into a hot blush when she received looks of agreement from several of her sons. “How can this get any worse?”

“Hey sis, I’m home.” Stepping into the shared home, Johnny Storm closed the door behind him and was greeted by a collective “JOHNNY!!!” from the dozens of men occupying the living room. Slowly making his way through the living room, the crowd greeted him as if they all knew him. “Hey Johnny, back from a big date, how’d it go?” “You wanna join us at the couch? The game’s about to start.” Everyone seemed to have something to say, including one from the kitchen cleaning a beer mug. “How’s the world treatin ya Uncle John?” Blinking back at the name, Johnny Storm slowly turned to his sister who by now tried to cover a hot blush.

“Sis… Who are these guys? And why are half of them wearing my spare cloths?”

Darting her eyes back and forth, Susan gathered her belongings and pecked a kiss over Alicia’s forehead.

“You know what little brother, I’m off to a shoot… ALICIA can answer EVERYTHING while I’m gone.” Not even waiting for Alicia to react, Susan ran her way out to the door and blew a kiss before slamming the door shut.

“Sigh… Bitch”

*

Downtown Manhattan…

Stepping through the front door to Janet’s personal studio, Susan Storm looked around and found the place both hectic and crowded. Tailors scrounged with last minute adjustments to cloths and dresses on fake body frames while assistants scrambled from one end of the studio to the next with items. In the far background, Susan could hear her friend barking out commands, each marked by the flicker of camera flashes. Smiling to the sound of her friend’s familiar voice, Susan cut through the crowd and into the far corner of the studio where she found the short woman with three photographers taking pictures of two models wearing her latest dresses.

“Hi Janet, am I late?”

“Suzie!" Stopping her shoot to come up and hug the taller woman, Janet grabbed Susan by the hands and led her over to a partition away from the scene where the two models huffed at the stalled photography. “No, you’re just in time, HERE, take these and get changed, I want to get a head start with you as our lead.” She answered, shoving a set of cloths in Susan’s arms and shoving her behind the partition while she went back to load new film in the cameras. “So, what are the fashion lines your making Jan?” Susan called out behind the blinds while getting undressed.

“Well I’ve got a few lines planned out. Some casual wear, business wear, I even have a swimsuit line up, but right now we’re taking photos of the casual line, are you almost ready back there?”

“I am…” Answered Susan, now fully dressed in one of Janet’s new dresses and stepping out of the partition in a glittering silver silk dress that clung to her like a second skin. The dress was in two parts of silk cloth that ran down her front starting at her impressive bust and down her back starting at her lower waist, the two cross stitched together with elastic nylon rope like shoe string that with her impressive figure exposed her long legs, outer thighs, and hips. Her G-Cup breasts were just barely held back by the top of her dress, which **** them up to nearly touch her chin like a push up bra. Finishing off the look was a blue silken scarf made long enough to drape over her shoulders and down to the floor like a mink coat and silver earrings and a necklace with a blue gem at its pommel that sat nestled in the abyss of her cleavage. Shaking loose her hair, she let it cascade down her back and shoulders before she brought her attention back to plucking at the hem of her dress to prevent her tits from falling out. “It’s a little snug…

One of the camera men dropped his coffee mid sip and the two models held themselves in silent envy of the tall curvaceous beauty still tugging down her dress to remove any creases. Janet however had a grin that was almost like the cat that ate the canary while she reloaded one of the cameras.

“Oh Girl! You are gonna knock’em dead!”