A powerful psychic pervert who is obsessed with the Invisible Woman!

Greg Slek had always been a creep, and since puberty, had always been a pervert. But unlike other creepy perverts, Greg was also an incredibly powerful mutant, with psychic powers that were growing stronger every day. Since puberty, he'd also been obsessed with Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four. He'd spent countless hours in his grimy apartment, jerking off to her image, plucked from comic books and newspaper clippings. The shrine he'd built to her grew more and more macabre over time, filled with twisted representations of his sick desires.

He was fixated on the idea that her true nature was one of depravity and desire, a slumbering beast waiting to be unleashed. He'd whisper her name, "Sue," as he stroked himself, imagining her in various lewd scenarios that grew increasingly twisted with each passing day. The shrine had become a mirror to his own perversion, a reflection of his deepest, most depraved thoughts about the heroine he claimed to adore.

He was keenly aware of that brief period when she had been 'Malice', a manifestation of her darker side, and he longed to bring that version of her back to the surface permanently. But in his twisted fantasies, Malice was only the tip of the iceberg. He was convinced that Susan Storm had a sexual dark side that was so **** it could only be contained by the strongest of moral fibers. And he was going to shatter that containment.

He was determined to use his powers to make his fantasies into reality, and so he focused his psychic energy on Sue, invading her thoughts and dreams, planting seeds of doubt and lust that grew like weeds in her subconscious mind. But he knew he had to move slowly and carefully. The Fantastic Four were undoubtedly prepared for threats of all kinds and he didn't want to alert them to his presence just yet. So, he waited, watching, learning her every thought, her every desire. He knew her better than she knew herself.

Then, when he was sure the time was right, he began to manipulate her dreams. Sue's nights grew increasingly disturbing as she found herself in scenes that made her blush, even in sleep. She saw herself dressed in outfits so revealing they left nothing to the imagination, performing acts that she would have never considered in her waking life. Each night, the scenes grew more vivid, more intense. She felt the phantom touch of hands on her body, the sensation of fullness that could only come from being penetrated in her most private places.

Her mind reeled as she woke up each morning, her body damp with sweat, her panties sticky with arousal she couldn't explain. She tried to shake it off, to dismiss the dreams as the product of a troubled mind, but they clung to her, leaving her feeling unclean and conflicted. The once pure and virtuous Susan Storm was slowly being corrupted from the inside out, and she had no idea who was behind it.

The worst of it was, she was beginning to like it. The thrill of the forbidden was a heady aphrodisiac, and she found herself craving the dark desires that had been planted in her thoughts. She'd catch herself staring at the tight, spandex-covered butts of the men she fought alongside, her cheeks flushing with heat at the mere thought of their cocks straining against the fabric. The way they moved, so powerful and in control, made her clit throb with a hunger she didn't know she had.

Her relationship with her husband, Reed Richards, grew strained as she found herself less and less satisfied with their vanilla love-making. The gentle caresses and whispered sweet nothings that once made her melt now seemed like a child's game compared to the hard, animalistic fucking she craved. She'd bite her lip to keep from screaming out for more, for something dirtier, something that would make her feel like the whore her mind told her she truly was.

In an effort to spice things up, she went shopping for some hotter outfits than anything she'd ever worn before. She found herself in a dimly lit boutique, surrounded by leather and latex, the kind of clothes that screamed 'slut' from a mile away. The saleswoman eyed her suspiciously, unsure if she belonged in such a place, but Sue's newfound confidence was unshakeable. She picked out a tight black bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination, the fabric hugging every curve and hollow of her body like a second skin. It was the kind of outfit that would make the Avengers blush, let alone the Fantastic Four.

The moment she put it on, she felt a rush of power, like she'd unlocked a side of herself she'd never known existed. Her breasts looked huge, the fabric cupping them so snugly that her nipples stood at attention, begging to be played with. The crotch was a scandalously thin strip of material that barely covered her shaved pussy, and she knew that any kind of movement would leave her utterly exposed. The heels she picked out were skyscrapers, the kind that made her legs look endless and her ass stick out like a shelf. "If this doesn't make Reed's cock hard as steel, nothing will," she thought to herself with a smirk, as she looked in the mirror, twirling around to see herself from every angle.

Back at the Baxter Building, the rest of the Fantastic Four noticed the change in Sue almost immediately. Her posture was more provocative, her gaze more predatory. She'd flirt with the men, batting her eyelashes and leaning in just a little too close, her body language screaming for attention. Johnny Storm, her brother, was the first to confront her, his voice laced with concern. "What's going on, sis? You're acting...different."

Sue just smirked, her eyes darkening with something unfamiliar. "I'm just exploring my options, Johnny," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You wouldn't understand." The conversation left him more confused than ever, but he couldn't deny the sudden, magnetic pull she had over the male members of the team. It was like she'd become a completely different person, and yet, somehow, she was more alluring than ever before.

Her transformation was gradual, but undeniable. She'd always been the picture of grace and poise, but now there was an edge to her, a sharpness that made the air crackle with tension. She began to wear her hair in sexier styles, letting it fall in loose waves around her shoulders, and her makeup grew heavier, the dark hues highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes sparkled with a mischief that hadn't been there before, and she moved with a sultry grace that was impossible to ignore.

She began introducing latex into her everyday wardrobe. Tight, shiny leggings that clung to her thighs like a second skin. Corsets that pushed her tits up to her chin. And the shoes. Oh, the shoes. They were a work of art, with stiletto heels so high they could double as weapons. She'd strut through the halls of the Baxter Building, the clack-clack of her heels echoing off the gleaming floors like a seductive drumbeat, turning every head she passed.

Her language grew more coarse, peppered with words that would have made a sailor blush. She'd drop f-bombs like confetti, and every conversation turned into a double entendre. The men in her life found it thrilling, while the women grew increasingly wary. Even her best friend, Alicia Masters, could see the shift in her behavior, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I'm going to get some tattoos and piercings, Reed," she announced one evening, tossing her hair over her shoulder and sauntering into the living room. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and there was a rebellious tilt to her smile that was as alien as it was alluring. Reed looked up from his work, his glasses sliding down his nose. "What?" he asked, incredulously.

Sue strutted closer, the latex of her new outfit squeaking with every step. "You heard me," she said, her voice a purr. "I need to express myself, to be true to who I really am."

Reed's eyes narrowed. "And who is that, Sue? Because it's certainly not the woman I married."

Her smirk grew wider. "Oh, it's the woman you married alright," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You just didn't know it yet."

Reed sighed, his brow furrowed with concern. "Sue, this isn't funny. You need help."

Sue's smile grew cold. "I don't need help," she spat. "I need to live. To feel alive."

Reed reached out to her, his hand hovering just shy of touching her bare shoulder. "What's happened to you?"

Sue stepped back, her smile a cruel mockery of its former self. "I've found myself, Reed. And I like what I see." She turned and strode out of the room, her hips swaying with a purpose that seemed to dare anyone to stop her.