The Mole Man Used To Milk Her Breasts

Past

"They're just so sore!" Sue Storm said.

"Hmm. Some discomfort from the rapid growth is to be expected—the added mass will cause strain on the underlying muscle, bone, and ligaments," Harvey Elder said. His great nose and small eyes made him look like a mole. "But I suspect that's the lactation protocol."

The lactation protocol had been Harvey's idea. A way to help control the size of her breast growth by expressing her milk glands, which had grown along with the rest of Sue Storm's boobs. While they hadn't measured substantial reduction in breast volume even after milking, the milk itself contained a refined concentrate of the spore's pseudohormones, and so Sue had taken to squeezing her boobs, pointing the pink nipples at the collection cups as much as three times a day.

"You've never been pregnant before," Harvey explained. "But your body thinks it is. Frequent lactation keeps the milk glands active and can increase output. Would you like some assistance in expressing?"

The young Sue Storm had bit her lip and nodded. Unable to say in words how much she enjoyed assuming the position on all fours, her overgrown teats hanging above the bowl as Prof. Elder's small, strong hands carefully gripped and squeezed, tugging her udders downward in long, smooth motions. The moment of release as the pressure on her nipples built and built and finally expressed in thin white streams was nearly orgasmic.

Present

Sue Storm felt warm rivulets ooze from her nipples. Even all of these years later, that particular side-effect was still very much in effect. Yet Reed Richards had never been one for milk play. It was one of the many disappointments of their married life. When she had been a virgin, getting gently groped by the Mole Man, Sue had imagined the night of her wedding and the vague hope of getting mounted every day.

In truth, sex had fallen off rapidly once the children had been born. Leaving the Invisible Woman and her leaking tits, and memories of the man who had become her enemy.

Except...there had been that time...

Sue sighed as she laid her hand on the milking machine that Harvey had provided for her. It had been a wedding present. Unexpected, anonymous...and not the only thing that the Mole Man had given the Invisible Girl as she became the Invisible Woman.