Dr. Stone Gives Sue Storm A Dakimakura of Herself

"I suspected this might happen," Dr. Stone said, her voice apologetic. "Some individuals are known to become fixated on specific subjects during treatment. While this hasn't happened with any of my clients before, I do have something prepared for this eventuality. It should help relax you while you're at home."

The psychiatrist handed Sue a flat black plastic package.

"Open it when you get home, in private," Dr. Stone said with a not-quite-innocent smile.

"What the hell?" Sue Storm whispered as she opened the package and unfolded it.

Dr. Storm had given Sue Storm a pillow case. A very long pillow-case, suitable for a body pillow, the kind that the Invisible Woman didn't normally bother with, except during her pregnancies when her breasts were swollen and her stomach meant sleeping on her back or stomach were no longer options. The problem wasn't the size of the pillow case, though. It was the subject.

There was a life-size image of Dr. Stone, her blonde hair down. Wearing nothing, her nipples fully revealed, her pussy shaved smooth. As if Sue didn't know that already.

Then Sue turned the pillow cover over, and her cheeks burned with sudden heat. The backside of the dakimakura showed the backside of Dr. Stone. The well-developed muscles along her spine were visible beneath the shock of golden hair, the buttocks were two well-toned cheeks that gave just a hint of her labia from behind, and...

The blue eyes went wide. Dr. Stone had a tramp stamp. The tattoo was centered around a stylized lightning bolt, right above the crack of her ass, and continued out in an abstract design with characters that Sue Storm recognized as being of Kree origin. The Invisible Woman whistled softly as the details of the design clicked into place. The psychiatrist was, she gathered, a fairly serious Captain Marvel fangirl. There was no other explanation.

A note fluttered to the ground, and Sue used an invisible hand to pick it up and bring it to her face as she held the almost-obscene pillow out at arm's length.

"Press the button on the upper right corner."

Sue's eyes went to the corner indicated. Sure enough, there was a round circular bit of plastic there. The Invisible Woman pressed it—and the near-naked image flickered and shifted to a fully-clothed image of Captain Marvel. Or, well, someone dressed as Captain Marvel. The face was still Dr. Stone's, beneath the domino mask. Sue pressed it again, the the naked image of Dr. Stone appeared back into view.

Clever. A way to keep things...decent.

"What am I going to do with you?" the heroine whispered.

Her thighs rubbed against each other as she stared at the naked image of the other woman. Nostrils flared, and she caught a hint of Dr. Stone's perfume that arose from the fabric.

Which is how, that night, Sue Storm found herself curled around a body pillow that had "Captain Marvel's" image on it, her knees pressed against where Dr. Stone's thighs would be in the dark, her head on what would have been the other woman's shoulder.

"This isn't too weird," the Invisible Woman lied to herself, as she tried to sleep.