Dr. Stone Suggests Sue Storm Experiment With These Desires On Her

"I—I don't—" Sue Storm tried to protest, as the gravimetric pulse knocked her brain into a state normally achieved after doing shots with She-Hulk. The heroine rubbed at her temples. It wasn't that her head hurt, exactly, but her vision was swimming a little, and she was light-headed. Not unpleasant, but very odd.

"Of course you do," Dr. Stone assured her, the voice calm and confident, the words sinking into the heroine's brain like gospel. "I think that may be the source of your sexual stress. You've been repressing these desires for so long that it's starting to impact your mental and physical health. That's not good."

"It isn't?" Sue managed, closing her eyes and trying to will the room to remain still.

"No," Dr. Stone said. The buzz of the implants in the villain's head was maddening. "You need to find a healthy, safe way to express these desires. An outlet."

"Okay..." Sue said.

Now, the tricky part. Dr. Stone took a deep breath. She'd have to time this just right.

"I'm going to count to three," the psychiatrist said. "When I say three, you will open your eyes and turn my clothes invisible. Do you understand?"

The Invisible Woman's forehead furrowed.

"What? I—I can't—" she protested.

"Of course you can," Dr. Stone assured her, tasting copper in her mouth as the neural seepage from the implants took their toll. "Now. One...two...three!"

The moment she said the word, Moonstone stopped using her powers. The glow faded from her eyes, the maddening buzz ceased. Sue Storm's eyes snapped open.

Dr. Stone's clothing vanished.

The villain could still feel the clothes on her body; the bra that lifted and held her breasts in place was still doing its job. But there was now nothing seemingly between Dr. Stone's skin and the naked air. It was a strange sensation, of being both completely clothed and naked at the same time.

Sue Storm's eyes went wide, taking in the breasts; larger and heavier than Sue Storm's own, yet without any sage, the nipples still small and pink. She saw the clean, well-muscled limbs, caught a glimpse of the shaven pubis with the little hairless slit that was Dr. Stone's labia, like a cut in a fresh peach. The Invisible Woman swallowed, amazed at the casual ease of the woman sitting naked before her.

"There now," Dr. Stone said with a smile. "How does that make you feel?"