Melding Wand - Reed finds that other members of his team are asking about 'Sue Storm'. How could they be infected with this nonsense?

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"Hello, Roberta," Reed said to the Baxter Building's robot secretary. "Everything fine?"

"For the most part, sir," she said. "No supervillains or anything. But I am confused. Jonathan Storm and Benjamin Grimm are looking for someone called 'Sue Richards.' Apparently they believe it is Mr. Storm's sister and your wife."

Reed snorted in annoyance. Johnny was an only child. And him having a wife? Preposterous! Not only would villains such as Dr. Doom be able to use that against him, but having a wife would be so distracting. He'd have to spend time with her, take her on dates, care about his emotional needs. Much better to just thrust his dick into a walking fleshlight such as Toma-Sue-Ma for a few moments and then go about his business. More more efficient.

"I need to get to the bottom of this nonsense...." Reed muttered.

"Sir, you seem tense."

"Yes, that's true," Reed said. "Relax me, Roberta."

"Yes, sir."

The robot secretary leaned forward and slid out Reed's dick. It stretched into her mouth like a snake. Then she began to efficiently suck it.

Though Toma-Sue-Ma was Reed's favourite sex-object, he had programmed various machines around the building to accommodate his lust. That was much more efficient. It meant that when he was horny, he could just thrust himself into the nearest hole, get his business done, then get back to work.

Toma-Sue-Ma didn't care, because she didn't matter. She was just a thing, not a person. But still, whenever was convenient, he would favour her over the other machines. He felt that whatever was inside Toma-Sue-Ma's computer brain appreciated that.

Reed chuckled. Imagine thinking a machine like that had feelings! He guessed he was getting a little sentimental.

Then his body shuddered for a moment and he spurted his seed into his secretary's accommodating mouth -- quite warm for a robot.

Now, what to do about Ben and Johnny's delusion?

* * *

Perched on a telephone wire like a giant bird, the Vulture rubbed the bridge of her beaky nose.

It was very confusing. For a moment she remembered flying through the sky, enjoying the freedom of the air, the power of being such a mighty figure with wings -- but at the same time staring up in shock as the threatening figure flew above her -- but now, that was silly. How could she be two people? She was clearly one person.

She was May Adrienne Parker, formerly May Adrienne Toomes. She had invented the flying harness that increased her strength and speed, allowed her to fly. She was the scourge of the skies, the most feared super-villain. All the city's pathetic losers feared her! It made her so free!

She picked up a satchel, removed a gray wig, a dress. She needed to get ready for dinner with her nephew Peter. Though the Vulture despised everyone else, she treasured Peter, wanted to keep him safe. That was why May did her best to hide from him that she was also the Vulture. He was so innocent. He wouldn't understand....

* * *

Kathy Dukes rubbed her chin as she studied the computer screen. Yes, the Melder had been busy. She could use that.

She was still determined to protect Mutants, try to bring peace between them and Humans, and was especially still invested in protecting her friends. But honestly, she felt they didn't have the steel to get things done. They'd need to get tough. And the Melder would help her with that. You can't break an omelet without breaking some eggs.

Her huge stomach rumbled. Mmmm. Omelet.

She glanced at the four figures there -- two of the hotel's maids and two vaelts. All young and hot. She'd insisted they give her a hand.

"You, go and get me a giant omelet with mushrooms, bacon, sausages, red peppers, green peppers, and five kinds of cheese! And more beer! And a whole chicken! And a three layered chocolate cake! Then all of you come back here!"

She'd have them feed it to her, and then take care of her other needs. Her cunt felt like a huge wet cavern, hanging so loose between her gigantic thighs. Her cat-cave needed to be filled so bad!

If these hot little things complained, she'd give them a nice tip. Money talks, after all.

Aunt May tries to have a normal dinner with Peter
Reed decides what to do about Ben and Johnny
A good meal and a good fuck always help Kathy to focus
Someone finds the Melder....
Something else

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