Dr. Stone Shows Sue Storm Nude Photos of Herself

"I was an ungainly teenager," Dr. Stone said as she rose from her chair. She stepped behind her desk and opened a drawer, removing a photo album. "I felt unattractive. Wasn't sure who or what I was trying to attract, but felt unbeautiful. So starting with my 18th birthday, I began to do a series of photo shoots. As a way of exploring the beauty of my self."

She sat back down and handed the book to Sue Storm. The Invisible Woman accepted it with visible ****. One hand lay on the cover. With a thought, the heroine knew, she could simply turn the cover invisible. See the first photo without actually opening the cover. Sue had done that before, in bookstores.

"I don't know how this will help me," Sue said.

"I believe," Dr. Stone said. "That something like this might be beneficial for you. A private photo shoot. A chance to explore yourself and your sexuality, in a safe space. If you decide it isn't for you, we can try some other method. Talk therapy, coupled with medication, is typical. But you're a woman of action, Susan. You don't just wait for things to happen. So I'd like you to take this home and look through it. See if it gives you any ideas."

In the end, the Invisible Woman said yes.

The photo album had a cover of undyed cowhide. Soft, thick, almost spongy beneath her fingers; and there was a simple clasp and strap. In the privacy of her own bedroom, after the children had been put to bed and Reed had gone off to his lab, with Ben reading and chomping on a cigar in the living room and Johnny out for a date, the Invisible Woman was all alone, wearing only the oversized blue Fantastic Four jersey with the white circled 4 that served her as a nightgown.

She undid the clasp and opened the book.

The first photos were clothed. Demure. A lanky young woman, thin, without makeup, and without much confidence. Page by page, the clothes came off. The body contorted to hide the nudity. Yet what it revealed was something else. Vulnerability. Insecurity.

Slowly, the young woman **** herself to show more.

Sue Storm stared at the soft young slit, the hair a fuzzy golden aura, the cheeks burning red, the puffy young nipples hard. Remembered herself at her own age. How unconfident she was in her own body. How she had blushed when Reed had seen her naked for the first time. On their honeymoon, she had insisted they make love with the lights off, and Reed had very firmly said no.

She turned the pages. As Karla Stone grew older, the poise became more confident. Long hours at the gym put muscle on those long limbs. Makeup hightened her features. The labia became more prominent, darker, which to Sue spoke of more sexual experiences. The breast augmentation was a surprise, the pert little cones becoming full, pinup-worthy.

The Invisible Woman held the book in her lap, knees up, back against the headboard. She wasn't wearing panties. As she stared at a photo only a few years old, her breath caught in her chest. Karla had gone further. A glass dildo slid into her pussy, the labia spread by her fingers. Sue could see straight into the depths of her, right to the mouth of her womb...

...and the Invisible Woman's own pussy throbbed with a sudden, urgent need.