Dr. Stone Decides That This Session Should Be Topless

When Dr. Stone opened the door, a puff of warm air blew out into the hallway. Sue Storm's gaze dropped below the psychiatrist's neckline—and kept on going. The good doctor did not have a shirt on, only a bra. Goggle-eyed, Sue stood there, unable to tear her gaze away for a moment. Karla smiled as she drew Sue in for a brief hug, then hurried her into the room and closed the door behind her.

The room was unusually warm. Of course, since Dr. Stone was only half-dressed, that made sense.

"For this session," Dr. Stone said. "I'd like for us both to be topless."

"Wh-what!?" Sue's face immediately went crimson. Normally unflappable to facing down alien androids or mole-people riding monsters, the idea of the both of them sitting around half-naked was yet something outside of her expectations. She'd thought they would have a chat, a cup of tea—

"You're suffering from body image issues, Susan," Karla said as she led Sue to her chair. The doctor took up her own chair opposite, and began to pour the tea. "You need to get more comfortable in your own body—and around other people's. What would happen if a busty supervillain showed up in just her bra, like I did just now? That kind of hesitation could cost you the lives of yourself and your friends!"

It was a strong argument. The Invisible Woman nodded sheepishly as she took the cup of tea. Yet taking her top off in front of someone else.

"Really, it isn't very different than using the showers at the local gym," Dr. Stone pointed out. "It just takes a little getting used to it."

Sue needed a little more convincing. A few more arguments.

Then Dr. Stone unhooked her bra, drew it off her shoulders, and let her breasts hang free. Sue's breath caught in her throat as a certain dizziness overtook her. Karla's glasses caught the sun at an odd angle, and seemed to glow from within, two circles of light.

"Come now, Susan. It's just us two, here..."

So the tea cup went down, and Sue Storm found herself take off her own blouse—and beneath that, her Fantastic Four uniform top—and then the exercise bra.

To sit there bare in the sunlight that came through the one-way window, the light warm on her skin.

"There now, isn't that better?" Karla said. She moved back, and the glow winked out from her glasses. She sipped her tea. "You have lovely breasts, Susan."

Sue's cheeks burned. What was it about this woman that made her feel like the last girl in class to go through puberty?

"Not as big as yours," Sue said, and let her gaze rest on the great pale orbs that hung from Karla's chest. They seemed, to Sue Storm, almost a perfect embodiment of the feminine ideal. Not just the size, but the shape, the color. There was no hint of scar tissue or stretch marks, and Sue wondered how her surgeon had managed that.

"All breasts are beautiful," Karla said. "Of course, if you're not happy with yours, there are...options. But come. Tell me about your week."

So Sue did. It was easier now, talking about herself. Being honest with someone else about her inner thoughts and feelings. The way Sue had used her invisible **** fields to fake having bigger breasts. The distraction. Karla listened, her total attention focused on Sue—and not just her words. The eyes behind the glasses seemed, to Sue, to be as fixed on Sue's breasts as the Invisible Woman's were on hers.

The Invisible Woman wasn't sure how she felt about that level of interest. Or what it meant for her own level of interest.

Karla leaned forward when Sue was done, which made her new breasts hang deliciously, the skin stretched by the sheer mass of them as the psychiatrist rests her elbows on her knees.

"From what you've told me, I think we should try some exercises to increase your level of comfort with your body," Karla said. "Are you up for a bit of homework? It might take you out of your comfort zone a little. But that's the whole point. Expanding your idea of comfort through exposure."

Sue took a deep breath. A little noncommital, she asked:

"What do you have in mind?"

Karla tilted her head. That trick of the light happened again, the glow that encompassed her glasses, the sort of aura that seemed to shin from her golden hair.