Standing before the dressing room's full-length mirror,

Susan Storm Richards regarded her reflection with

critical eyes. After adjusting an imperceptible wrinkle

in her skimpy garment, she placed her hands on her hips,

and twisted first one way, then the other, finally

rotating to study her silhouette in profile.

Apparently satisfied, she nodded to herself. The

very-abridged version of her Fantastic Four uniform

still fit as well as ever, if not better, she thought.

"Two pregnancies and still flat," she muttered, sliding

a hand over her exposed abdomen. "And still firm,"

she added, cupping with both hands the full bosom which

stretched her top's spandex-like material. The longer

hours in the gym truly paid off.

She stretched one shapely leg to a side and considered

the thigh-high white boots. The high heels were quite

impractical, unlike the ones she used with her regular

uniform, but she liked the resulting decadent look.

Sue had worn the skimpy, two-piece costume with the

long white gloves and matching boots, only for a brief

time, and had soon discarded it as unsuitable for her

adventures as a member of the Fantastic Four, but she

had to admit that she loved the way the daring,

skin-exposing combination flattered her figure. The

high-cut bottom covered barely more than a swimsuit,

and the shoulder-baring top, ending not far below the

bust line, emphasized the lush fullness and shape of

her breasts. The unstable molecules fabric had not

been designed for such purposes, but the skin-tight

result of using a costume apparently two-sizes too

small certainly showed off her curves to outstanding

effect. Even the top's classic number "four" symbol

helped bring the observer's eyes to her chest, as she

knew well from experience.

Brushing her soft blonde hair aside, Sue fastened to

her neck the white choker with the "four" symbol.

She studied her reflection again, and smiled. You

could be a wife and mother and still be seductive,

she told herself. She was ready.

Leaving her bedroom, Sue strode down the corridor of

the living quarters, practicing the undulating walk

she planned to use. Coming out into the large common

living room, she smiled at the sight of the large

orange-hued figure effortlessly carrying a large trunk

in one massive hand.

"Why, Ben," she said. "Planning to sneak out?"

"Uh?" Ben Grimm said, turning around. The trunk

slipped from his grasp and fell with a heavy thud,

spilling the contests all over the carpeted floor.

"Suzie? What-Why-?" he stammered, trying to pick

up the scattered clothes and personal effects while

failing miserably in not staring at her. "Uh, I

mean, didn't ya stop wearing... 'dat' some time ago?"

"Thought I'd try it on again, just to see if it

still fit," she said, spreading her legs slightly

and posing with hands on hips. "Doesn't it make me

look fat?"

"Fat? Ya kiddin' me? Heck, ya look great, kiddo."

"Why, thank you. I hope Reed feels the same," she

said with a smile and a meaningful lift of her

eyebrows.

"Uh, I'm sure he will," Ben offered. "Anyone

normal would," he added, muttering to himself.

"You don't have to leave at all, you know," Sue

said, folding her arms before her chest, forearms

pressing her soft breasts up inside her top.

"Been promisin' Alicia a long vacation for ages,

Suzie," Ben said, trying hard to look exclusively

at the pair of socks that seemed to elude his thick

rocky digits. "I owe her."

"But you don't have to quit for that!"

"Ya know der's always crap comin' up. Ya guys need

someone close by. Jennifer'll do fine in my place."

"Oh, well, try to come back soon, you big lug,"

Sue said, stepping next to Ben, her hands holding

onto the craggy surface of his inhumanly thick arm,

and leaning forward on tip-toes to kiss his craggy

cheek, her breast pressing against his massive bicep.

"We'll miss you. I'll miss you."

"Com'on! Don't make get all teary-eyed and crap,"

Ben said, his rocky body stiffening ever more.

"I ain't leavin' till tomorrow mornin'. And sure

I'll be back."

"I know you will, Ben. No matter how much you do

grumble, you know that you aren't happy away from us,"

she said with a warm smile from the doorway. "We are

like family."

"Yeah, I know," he said.

"Till later," she said and left.

"Never had no relative who looked like dat," Ben

muttered with a sigh.


"Reed?"

"Um?"

"It's late, darling," Susan said, standing in the

open doorway to Reed Richards' Multi-Lab, her voice

soft and inviting. "You should come to bed."

"Oh, yes, in a minute," Reed Richards said, his eyes

never wavering from the multi-screen monitor array

where figures and symbols raced at vertiginous speeds,

while his arms and fingers stretched in impossible

ways to operate keyboard after keyboard with manic

speed.

"You should REALLY come to bed," Sue repeated.

"You won't regret it."

"Oh, yes, in a minute."

"Franklin is sleeping over at the Powers' house, so

I thought we may have some time for... ourselves,"

she explained, as she slowly walked in, her body

moving with deliberate sinuousness. "It has been a

while, you know."

"Oh, yes, I'll be there in a while."

"I am wearing something special for you."

"Yes, dear."

"How do I look?"

"You always look lovely, Sue."

"You could look at me."

Reed glanced at his wife for an instant, and smiled

warmly at her. "That's nice. Aren't you cold?" he

asked, while turning back to his work.

"Not at all. Just the opposite, in fact."

"You don't want to get a cold, dear."

"I would want to get something else, instead," Sue

said, standing behind him and leaning forward, her

arms gently embracing his seated figure, her bosom

pressed softly to the back of his head.

"That's fine dear," he replied, his hand tapping hers

twice before returning to work the keyboards. "Get

whatever you want."

"Really?" she said, her voice a seductive purr, as

she pressed forward, cradling his head between her

breasts. "I may want it in every way possible."

"That's fine dear."

"You of all people should be interested in some...

experimenting."

"Yes, dear."

"So I've been thinking of some new ways to use your

stretching powers," she said with a wicked glint in

her eyes. "And I wouldn't mind being stretched a bit

myself..."

"That's fine dear."

"Do you think you could manage to enter me all ways

at once?" she asked, her hands running thru his hair.

"Yes, dear."

"And we have yet to measure how deep you can really

get," she in a throaty whisper, moving down to bite

at his right ear.

"Hey! That hurt!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, I may want it to hurt," she purred. "The best

times often do, at first..."

"I'm sure," he said, frowning, and reaching with an

elongated arm to scribble several obscure equations

into a notepad several yards away.

"Let's do it here, now," she said, moving before him.

"Do what?"

"Everything," she said, sitting back on the control

console, throwing her head slightly back, and arching

her back, to push her bust forward. "Whatever you want."

"Some coffee would be nice, thanks," he said with a

smile.

"I was thinking of something more... stimulating,"

Sue insisted, slowly lifting one leg to rest her foot

on his groin.

"I am working, Sue," Reed said, with a sincere

expression of bafflement.

"Oh, yes, you are always working," she replied, her

voice growing an edge of irritation. "I thought you

could work on me, for a chance."

"I'll be finished in a minute, dear," Reed said,

stretching his torso and twisting to a side to watch

the monitors behind his wife.

"I thought you would like the outfit," Sue said,

letting her breath out with a sigh of disappointment.

"Oh, sure, it's lovely," he said, while reaching up

to connect several cable arrays.

"It can be gone, if you don't like it," she said as

the fabric's colors began to grow faint. "It can be

as if I had nothing at all on," she added, and the

fading clothing began to show the pink-colored large

nipples beneath, until it finally disappeared

altogether, exposing her flesh as if it had never

existed. The full breasts heaved with a deep breath,

begging for attention, and she leaned back on the

console, her legs spreading open, exposing the soft

blonde hair between.

"Oh, I liked it. You are always lovely," he said, not

looking away from his computer screens.

"Namor loved this outfit," she said softly, with a new

fire in her eyes. "He really did."

"That's fine dear."

"He loved ripping it off me, too," she added, a tone

of challenge in her voice.

"I'm sure, dear," Reed replied typing in a different

keyboard, while another monitor showed rapidly

fluctuating graphs.

"Almost as much as he loved having me," she whispered.

"That's fine dear."

"As he loved possessing me, making me his," she added,

with growing emphasis. "Fucking me, fucking me like

a savage beast, making me come in his arms, again and

again."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. He fucked me so hard. In my cunt, my ass,

everywhere, and I couldn't get enough. I just begged

for more. More of his big, thick cock. I begged to

be his bitch forever."

"That's fine dear."

"You haven't heard a fucking thing I said, right?"

"Excuse me?"


The HERBIE Mark XIII drone hovered five feet above

the ground, its extensible mechanical arms picking up

assorted small items of clothing scattered in the

living room. Initial evaluation of the size of the

teddy-bear print boxer shorts indicated that among

the habitat's registered residents, entity Benjamin

Grimm had a 99% probability of being the owner. The

self-improvement associational analysis algorithm

programmed by designer entity Reed Richards, led to

register the observation that current data collation

on paired clothing items indicated a 79% probability

of isolated items lacking the respective companion,

HERBIE register while gathering the oversized,

unmatched socks.

"I could kill him! I could really, really kill him!"

Sue said out loud as she barged into the room, her

hands bunched into fists. "why the hell do I put up

with this?" she continued, disappearing down the

corridor to the bedrooms.

"Excuse me, madam," HERBIE said, following Sue into

her rooms. "The clean clothing items were placed in

the proper drawer locations at nineteen hours."

"I really should-" Susan said, before turning to look

at HERBIE with a furrowed brow. "What?"

"Repeating: The clean clothing-"

"What are you talking ab-? Ah! Damn!" Sue said,

making her costume become visible again. "No need

for that, Herbie. I'm already dressed."

"Fine, Madam. May I be of any assistance?"

"Not unless you can slap some sense into my husband,"

she replied bitterly, letting herself fall back onto

the bed despondently.

"My programming explicitly forbids any physical

violence against humans."

"Yes, yes, Asimov's Laws of Robotics and all," Sue

said, staring blankly at the ceiling. "What about

Susan's First Law of Married Life: 'Wife should get

some from time to time'?"

HERBIE hovered in silence, unable to process an answer.

"I mean," Sue continued. "I'm not asking for it all

the time! Not that I wouldn't want it -but just once

every couple of weeks or something like that! Is that

too much to ask?"

"I cannot -" HERBIE began.

"I mean, is it such a chore?" she asked, standing up.

"Am I not desirable?"

"I am not equipped to process that-"

"Men stare at me everywhere! Playboy has been asking

me to pose for years! Even aliens want me! Kree,

Skrulls, Shi'ar, whatever! How come half the universe

wants to get into my pants but my husband acts like

I don't exist?" she exclaimed throwing her hands up

in the air.

"Evidence indicates that Mr. Richards is indeed aware

of your physical existence-"

"Sure, like another piece of machinery or furniture!

I want him to be there for me! I have needs!"

"All basic household services are functioning at the

optimum levels," HERBIE said. "Whatever Madam needs

can surely be provided."

"Oh, please! Can you pry Reed away from his lab?"

"Mr. Richards gave instructions not be disturbed."

"See? Maybe he should program me too!"

"Organics cannot-"

"It just isn't right! We've been married for almost

a damn decade! Sure they say the honeymoon is over

at some time, but we really never had any! Hell,

even the day we got married he spent more time on his

work than on me! Literally!"

"Mr. Richards' work is of the utmost importance."

"Sure, I know that! But I wish to be important too!"

Sue complained. "I kill myself dieting and working

out, and I lose to a damn bunch of circuits and cables!"

"The multi-lab is composed of more than just-"

"I should go out," she said, eyes shining. "You

should call me a cab and I should go I out clubbing,

and see if others do notice me! I should fuck the

night away with some hot stud, and Reed can go to hell!"

"Metaphysical locations are not accessible-"

"It's ridiculous that in all these years of marriage

I have slept more with other men than with my own

husband! Hell, I think I have gotten more sex from

our enemies alone than from Reed!"

"Madam, my programming indicates this may be filed

as 'Too Much Information'-"

"Ah, damn, why am I telling you this at all?"

"Human behavior exhibits a basic need to unburden

emotional issues with anyone available as audience.

This conclusion is derived from analysis of the Oprah

show."

"And why the hell are you standing there?"

"I cannot exit a verbal exchange until being formally

dismissed, madam. At what time do you desire your

taxicab, madam?"

"Taxicab?"

"To quote go out clubbing unquote and quote fuck the

night away with some hot stud unquote."

"But I don't want to cheat on him! I hate cheating

on him! I love Reed, I don't want anyone else, but

what choice does he give me? Do I even get a quickie

from time to time? No! The only time I had sex

regularly at home was when the Brute passed himself

off as Reed, and THAT's how I knew something was wrong!

It was just too much and too good to be true!"

"Madam then will not require a taxicab."

"NO!"

"Fine, madam. May I be of any assistance?"

"NO!"

"May I be excused?"

"Oh, get out of here!" she said, already close to

tears of frustration.


HERBIE left the Invisible Girl's living quarters.

The previously projected date did not match, but the

medical literature reviewed had warned about the

possibility of irregularity. He went on, registering

the day in his inner calendar as the beginning of the

'That Time of the Month' period, and activated all

the pertinent behavioral precautions.


Sue took off the unsuccessful outfit and threw it

against the wall, her invisible force powers making a

dent in the sheet-rock wall.

She would not cry or go nuts, Sue told herself, taking

a long, deep breath. Ever since her ordeal with the

PsychoMan in the Microverse, she had sworn that she

would never let her frustrations saddle her with guilt

and feelings of inadequacy. She knew that she was

beautiful and sexy, and if Reed did not appreciate it,

it was his loss.

She entered the bathroom and headed for the tub,

opening the hot water faucet. She would take a long,

hot bath, and forget about her sex life, or lack of it.

As she slipped in the hot water, Sue sighed. She

could never stay mad at Reed for too long. His

detachment with the mundane was part of his genius,

and she loved him too much to hate such an essential

part of his self, but she could not help but feel

frustrated by their lack of regular intimacy. It had

been so long since he had last caressed her, she

thought, since he had last made her tremble in his arms.

Perhaps if he were lousy in bed she would not feel so

deprived, but he was a wonderful lover. The obsessive

concentration he devoted to his work, he also carried

to the bedroom. She loved the way he explored her body

with his stretchable limbs, how he lingered in the most

unusual spots, as if measuring her every minute change

in arousal, how he managed to make possible positions

that would have baffled the writers of the Kama Sutra.

Sue sighed again. Her hands had been running over her

skin in synch with her recollections, rubbing her

swollen nipples, kneading the soft flesh of her teats,

touching herself as she longed him to touch her. One

hand slid between her legs and explored her core, the

water mixing with her own growing moisture, and she

moaned with the growing pleasure. If only it were his

hands on her.

She began to rub harder, to probe more insistently.

Her excitement rose, but also her sense of unease.

Masturbation most often left her feeling empty and

unfulfilled, as if she had settled for junk food

instead of a proper meal.

Perhaps her therapists and the Psycho Man were right,

and she was essentially too passive. Maybe she did

need the presence of a lover both for emotional

communion and for providing her the opportunity to

relax, to let go and yield completely to her senses.

Maybe she could go just so far being too active herself.

She smiled and bit her lower lip with a small smile.

She could still be passive, physically at least, she

knew. Focusing on her powers, she extended her arms

above her head, in a stretched out languorous position,

while she felt the pressure of her invisible force

against her own skin. She simulated the pressure of

a body on top of hers, and as she opened her legs as

wide as the tub allowed her, she felt the shape of

an invisible force construct parting her outer labia.

The force field construct felt solid but perfectly

smooth, slicker than plastic or glass, as it slid

between her inner lips and entered her, making her

gasp with its size. She bit her teeth at the slight

discomfort, and concentrated to make the construct

larger, thicker, even as it slowly penetrated her.

She cried out softly, the surrogate penis reaching

deep into her. She could make it as long or as thick

as she wanted, and a bit too much of each was just

enough. Moaning loudly, she made the construct begin

to thrust rhythmically into her.

She tried to shape a second construct to probe her

anus, but the first construct faltered in its motion

and lost consistency as her concentration wavered.

She focused again on the single one in her vagina,

and brought one hand down again to caress her swollen

clitoris.

She made the thrusting more urgent, seeking release,

feeling her climax approach, but her concentration

lapsed as the pleasure increased. She focused on the

construct's shape, size and hardness above all, fixing

its visualized image in her mind as a focus, trying to

keep the pumping pace in time with her hand's rubbing

of her clitoris. But the synchronization failed, and

the construct thrust too deep and two hard, making her

yelp in pain. It was the price to pay, she knew,

biting her lip, not stopping, but the thrusting

became jerky and irregular as she felt the onset of

orgasm. When the warm rush of pleasure began to truly

rise in her core, she lost all focus, and the construct

banished into nothingness.

"NO!" Sue cried, rubbing hard at her clitoris, trying

to recover the fading orgasm, but no avail. It was gone.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she yelled out loud. The only

thing worse than no sex, was aborted sex.

"FUCK!" she repeated, and her mind lashed out, her

invisible force exploding in all directions. The tub's

water splashed high, perfume and oil bottles crashed

against the walls, and the large mirror over the

washbasin shattered.