PART ONE: LOVE AND MARRIAGE
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.
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"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.
