Dr. Stone Gives Sue Storm An Onahole Molded From Her Own Vagina

It looked like a thermos bottle. Soft white plastic, with a definite seam at one edge so that the top could pop off. Just big enough in diameter that the Invisible Woman couldn't wrap her hand around it.

"I think this might help you with your problem," Dr. Stone said, smiling brightly. Her shirt was very tight, and the weave was so loose that it clearly showed that the psychiatrist wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples quite visible through the pale purple fabric. Combined with the tight-fitting black pants, Sue was almost driven to distraction looking at her doctor.

So instead, she looked at the tool that the doctor had provided.

"Okay," Sue said, as her hands explored it. She found that she could unscrew the top, and did so. When it popped off, there was a scent of—something. Salty. Astringent, but somehow animalistic as well. The heroine stared down at the pale white puffy mound of what was clearly a vagina, moulded in soft silicone.

The heroine's blue eyes blinked, brain momentarily refusing to believe this was what it looked like.

"An onahole," Dr. Stone said. "A masturbation aid."

"But...isn't that mostly for guys?" Sue said, and her nose crinkled.

"For women too," Dr. Stone insisted. "Go ahead. Give it a lick."

Moonstone's eyes glowed briefly as she added a little hypnotic suggestion to the command. The Invisible Woman found herself raising the plastic cylinder with the synthetic slit to her face. Tentatively, she extended her tongue into the hairless hole.

To her surprise, the inside of the pussy was more complicated than she expected. Small bumps and ridges, infinitely soft and delicate, yet fascinating in their geometry. The liquid inside—some sort of water-based lubricant—held an odd flavor, not quite like sweat but with that somewhat salty taste like sports drinks. Sue found herself pushing her tongue in deeper, exploring the artificial pussy, until the soft, cool silicone pressed against her face.

"Think of yourself with a lover," Dr. Stone's voice said, like acid etching the words onto Sue Storm's brain. "When you masturbate this week, use your new little toy. Treat it like you would the pussy of the woman you're trying to pleasure, that's pleasuring you. Use that fantasy to fuel your masturbation, and maybe you can overcome your mental block."

Sue Storm's brain absorbed these words. Her tongue explored the pussy further, her lips found the stiff little clit. Dr. Stone gave a low chuckle as she saw the Invisible Woman suck on it.

"I hope you like it," the doctor said. "It's modeled after mine."