Susan
Storm had come to a decision.
After
an afternoon spent viewing a myriad of different porn videos she could
definitively say that M.I.L.F. videos were her new favorite thing. Specifically,
the ones where the older woman took a younger lover, usually a young boy who
was innocent and niave and needed someone to show them how to fuck. The
seasoned step-mother who fucked her step daughter and her boyfriend were easily
the best usually starring fellow blonde Brandi Love. Susan had enthusiastically
joined the woman’s website.
Susan
had spent the past half hour imagining herself in the pornstars… heels. The
naughty but knowledgeable older woman guiding an inexperienced young man
through losing his virginity. She bit her bottom lip and stiffled a moan doing
her best not to lapse back into her new fantasy. Her fantasy virgin was the
lean and lithely muscled type with dark brown hair…rather like young Peter
Parker. Susan did wonder if the actual
Peter had a long thick cock like her imaginary lover Peter did. But now was not
a time for masturbation, now was a time for her to act.
Susan’s
fantasy had rather led her to her decision.
She was going to have to do something about her body. It was true she was in superhero level shape,
which meant she had a rather rarefied physique, but also meant she was rather
lacking uptop. Given the choice she’d like to further flesh out her form and
bump her B cups up a few cups… perhaps beyond the stereotypical double D’s. She wouldn’t dream of messing with her muscles,
she had toned arms and killer abs for a woman of her age and her work out did
give her a firm butt and thick thighs.
But she did want to add to her lower half, give her hips, butt and thighs
a little more jiggle and complete that mythic hour glass figure.
Susan
grinned, for a normal woman that might mean surgery, but Susan Storm was not a
normal woman. Susan snorted and couldn’t help the sarcastic thought that
crossed her mind, the worlds smartest man was her husband,
the ever-boring Reed Richards. It wouldn’t take much to have him create a body
sculpting device that would allow her to reshape herself to her own liking. All
it would take was a little emotional blackmail.
XXX
Jen Walters,
the Incredible She-Hulk, paused in her converstion with her client, Reed
Richards, about his latest patent for some new mind bending doo-dad and found
herself eyeing the door. She couldn’t help the little squawk that escaped her
lips as she beheld a disheveled and half dressed Susan Storm.
“Sue?”
Reed exclaimed in surprise and rose from his chair. “W-what? Did something happen?”
“I
need you to make me a machine Reed, I need you to make me a body sculpting
machine.” Sue sniffed and pulled her open blouse closed, covering herself. “I
can’t live like this.”
“What?
But… why?” Reed canted his head in confusion. “Is there something wrong? You are
in perfect health, I assure you.”
“I don’t
ask for much Reed. I put up with your disinterest and emotional abandonment.
And the first time I ask you for something…” Sue shook her head and blinked her
eyes furiously, her lips shut tight to hold back a sob.
“I don’t
understand…. Have you been reading the tabloids again?” Reed furrowed his brow
in confusion. “I told you that cellulite photo was a fake. You are in the top physical
5% for women your age. You don’t have anything to be upset about.”
“You’re
not going to do anything?” Sue gasped, “Fine! I’m sorry I bothered the great
Reed Richards with my petty womanly concerns.” She shouted and turning on her
heel stormed from the room.
“I don’t
understand.” Reed looked from the empty door to Jen. “What did I do wrong?”
Jen
stood up and gave him a tight smile, “Reed, if you value your marriage, I’d get
to inventing a body machine.”
“But
Susan doesn’t need it.” Reed looked at the door, “Should I go after her?
Explain to her t-“
“No,
no, no, no. Bad idea. You pretty much just slammed a door on your wife when she
was obviously feeling low. Worse it sound like you’ve been doing it
unintentionally for awhile.” Jen winced.
“I’m reminded of an old saying, ‘man should have one wife’, Reed, pick
either science or Sue.” Jen stood to her
full height of seven feet and looked down at the man, “I’ll go talk to Sue. I’ll
find out what’s wrong. You get to work on a body machine if only to show Sue
that your taking her seriously.”
“Uh.” Reed slowly nodded his head, “Right. Yes. I’ll
start on that momentarily.” He sat down and put his head in his hands, “Please
tell her I’m sorry. I didn’t realize things had gotten this bad.”
Jen
gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and left his lab at a quick clip
making her way down the hall. She was
reassured to see that Sue was standing next to the elevator looking far from
the emotional wreck that she had expected to see. “Sue?”
“Jennifer.”
Sue smiled at her and held her arms open to the green giantess.
Jen
reached out and pulled Sue into her arms, giving the blond a hug. Jen let out a little squeak as Sue dropped her
face in between Jen’s massive breasts while Sue also draped her arms around Jens
hips, allowing Sue to lightly cup Jen’s ass.
“Sue!”
“What?”
Sue giggled as she took a step back from her green friend and raised a questioning
eyebrow.
“Are
you possessed again?”
“No.”
Sue laughed. “C’mon, Jen, really?”
“Then
what’s with all the…” Jen gestured to the Lab they had just been in and
followed that up by smacking her own ass.
“Just
imagining what it would be like to have an ass like your on a body like mind.”
Sue reached behind herself and smacked her own ass. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t
hitting on you Jen.” Sue made a show of looking Jen up and down, examining her
near Amazonian physique. “But if I ever
was to take a lady lover I assure you you’d be at the top of the list.”
“Well,
don’t I feel special.” Jen snorted. “What was with the performance in there? You
actually worried about cottage cheese thighs?”
Sue shook
her head, “No, of course not.”
“So?”
Jen poked.
“Soooo
I went to the meeting I told you about today.” Sue waited for Jen to
acknowledge and then continued on, “And sitting between Carol Danvers and Emma
Frost…” Sue looked down at her chest and then back up to Jen. “Carol’s
naturally blessed, damn her, so I can’t fault her. But Emma- I spent a million
on my tits so let me flaunt them in front of you- Frost? With poor Peter Parker sitting at the end of
the table trying so very very hard not to stare at the mountain of boobs on
display.”
“Ahhhh.
So Peter Parker spent the meeting
staring at Emma Frost’s ta-tas and you got a little jealous?” Jen nodded her
head in understanding, “Nothing like a little boob envy to remind you of being
thirteen and flat as a board again.”
“No,
he didn’t.” Sue defended Peter with a roll of her eyes, surprised that the idea
of Peter looking at some other woman hurt her slightly. “I mean, yes, he
looked. But he looked at all of us. I don’t need to spend a million bucks on
silicone tits or to go though a painful operation to get him to look. Or that I
want him to look. Not that I didn’t appreciate the attention. It’s more then
Peter Parker, theres a lot going on for me right now with Reed and our
relationship. A lot of things on my mind… I mean… it’s complicated, Jen, okay?
I just need Reed focused for a day or two.
And then I can have my own pair of Gama Gazongas.” Sue gave Jen’s
massive green boobs a knowing look. “Or
are you bigger than double G’s?”
“No
comment.” Jen looked away and tried no to blush as her friend stared at her breasts. “All I’ll say is that these,” Jen hefted her
breasts, “don’t solve everything.” Jen sighed when Sue let out a derisive snort
and conceded, “Not that they hurt your chances.”
XXX
The
Loci was interested in what one of It’s new humans was up to. Keeping an eye on
the only one with outside romantic obligations was a priority. As the woman would have to be separated from
her chosen mate to free her up to be entirely devoted to the house and It’s
people. The Loci dearly wanted this
woman for itself as well as for her own well being. She was a woman of great
passion, tho that passion was often deeply buried. Which was detrimental to the
woman as her deeper passions had previously caused harm in the form of the
dangerous Malice personality. But once
she accepted her place within the Loci and allowed herself to be who she really
was the need for her to bury her desires would be no more. Which would finally make
Malice disappear, never to resurface.
The
Loci was also curious about It’s new human’s friend. It had never seen such a hedonist. A woman so
absolutly sure of herself and assured of her sexuality. The Loci had had women
spend decades within It’s walls before they could even come close to the green
woman’s mentality. It had never seen a woman of such size or skin color before
either. This new friend bore closer scrutiny.