Waking up after the morning sunlight hit his eyes and to
find himself alone in bed, Reed slowly sat up and rubbed the bridge of his nose
and sighed. Last night was… Memorable to say the least. He never knew Susan to
be so energetic in bed, or insatiable. Sitting up and wincing as his bare feet
touched the tiled floor, the man went to the bathroom to clean up, oblivious to
the torn shirt on the floor as he took a shower and got dressed.
Heading to the kitchen, Mr. Fantastic found the refrigerator
wide open with empty cartons on the ground alone with a broken jar. “Uhm… Ben?
“Yeah?” called out the Thing from the living room. Making
his way into the kitchen himself before he stepped on a piece of glass,
crumbling the shard to tiny crumbs under his weight. “Hey uh… Stretch, you had
a binge last night or something?” Asked the giant stone man, wearing an
oversized t-shirt and shorts and picking the glass specs out of the cracks of
his stony feet.
“I thought you did.”
“Huh… Say, where’s Susan? Did she wake up early?”
“Haven’t seen her all morning Reed, guess she went out
early.”
“To where?”
*
Standing in the pitch blackness of the storage bay under the
Baxter building, Susan cooed and hummed to herself, cradling her newborn son in
her arms as he nursed from one of her nipples. Still in her alien form, her
slithering tentacles curled with each suckle, a warm pleasure flooded her very
being as she cradled her newborn. It had been five hours, and it still
surprised her. Looking down at her naval she found that her body had healed completely,
with almost no sign that she had ever given birth to a child a few hours ago
save for her now larger breasts. Looking down at her newborn son she found it
had the same green translucent flesh as she did, with stubby tentacles on its
scalp wriggling and clinging to her arm. It’s spines not yet formed on its arms
and back, something she found very grateful for. “You’re so adorable, should I
tell Reed and the others? He should know that we have a new bundle of joy… A
green scaly, tentacled bundle of joy…”
Frowning to herself in worry, Susan stepped deeper into the
dark. “Sure, and have your first days of life be in a glass container to be
studied with your mother in the next enclosure?” She loved her husband, but she
knew he’d be a scientist first above all else. Plus, there was this pull in
her, telling her to keep her existence a secret. But at the same time, she
couldn’t keep her child a secret forever, could she? “Sigh… What should I do?”
Pulling away, her son began to squirm and cry, almost as if
it was demanding to be put down. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, her new
2-year-old looking infant staggered to its feet and waddled over to a corner of
the storage bay. Blinking in surprise, she was caught off guard when her
newborn sprouted dozens of tentacles all over its body, enveloping itself in a
fleshy cocoon that very quickly latched itself to the ceiling like a hanging
organ that throbbed and pulsed. Shaking her head, Susan breathed through her
nose and turned to the elevator, picking up her night gown from the ground and
wrapping it around herself just as she entered the elevator and returned to the
apartment level. On her ascent she realised she was still in her alien form,
closing her eyes she reverted to her clean skinned, blonde haired self and
sighed. “I’ll… I’ll give it a couple of days, if things get worse, I’ll tell
Reed and the others.”
Stepping out of the elevator and shaking her blonde hair
loose with her hand, she stumbled upon Reed and Ben cleaning up the kitchen. “Oh!
Good morning honey, where did you go off to so early?”
Blushing at the mess she left behind last night, she didn’t
want to tell him about what she had become, not until she was ready. “I… Uh…
Felt peckish last night and had something to eat, I guess I was still too tired
and didn’t clean up after myself.”
Ben and Reed looked to each other briefly before shrugging
their shoulders. “Well, ya got hit real bad last night, at least you’re up and
about now.” Answered Ben, emptying the dust pan of glass into the garbage.
“Yes sweetie, and we’re very thankful for that.” Smiled her
husband before something caught his attention. “Uhm… Honey, are you suffering
any swelling?” Pointed the man to his wife’s enlarged bust. The reveal of which
made Susan cross her arms under her breasts, unintentionally showing their
larger mass in the process. “A little, but I’m fine.”
“Okay… Oh! There’s a meeting with the building inspector later
today, Ben, Johnny and I won’t be able to attend, can you handle it?”
Narrowing her eyes, Susan shook her head briefly before
shrugging her own shoulders and turning to head to the bedroom. “Is it about the
noise complaints again? It’s like once a week with these people…”
“Well last time couldn’t be help, that explosion was caused
by faulty equipment and NOT my experiments. I tried telling him that over the phone,
but he wouldn’t hear any of it.”
“So, your hoping a feminine touch will convince him
otherwise?”
“Well…” Caught off guard as his wife spun around and pecked
his nose with a kiss, Susan rolled her eyes and spun back to head to their shared
bedroom. “Fine! Go on, I can handle some stuffy, clipboard wielding bureaucrat.”
Thanks Suzy!”
*
All alone in the apartment and checking herself over in her
blue business suit, Susan tied her hair back in a bun and sighed to herself as
she read the concerns listed in the housing code violations her family were
being hit with. “Noise complaints, light pollution, repeat fire hazards, wow
they are giving us the whammy.”
Hearing the door bell to her apartment ring, Susan walked to
the door in stylish business heels and opened the door, smiling warmly ready to
make a greeting.
“Hello, my name is Mr. Stevens, I’m here to address the many
complaints regarding your apartment loft here in the Baxter building.”
Sizing up the young man in front of her wearing a grey suit
and a leather case in his hand, Susan unconsciously licked her lips and flared
her nostrils, her eyes leering over his square shoulders, tall stature and
handsome face. “Well hello… My name is Mrs. Storm, but you can call me Susan.”