Have Sue Storm Do More Than Touch Her Tits

"While you're here," Dr. Stone said. "Would you do me a favor?"

Sue Storm blinked. She had one of the psychiatrist's 38G breasts in each hand. The Invisible Woman could almost imagine that she could feel the implants. If she wished, she could have turned the other woman's skin invisible and actually seen the bags of silicone, nestled among the breast tissue.

"Hmmm?" Sue hummed the question. She raised her head to stare Dr. Stone in the eyes.

The glasses were two glowing circles. Sue Storm felt a sudden shift in her brain. Like she had just been punched in the frontal lobe, or had chugged an entire beer and stood up too quickly. The heroine blinked, suddenly dizzy, light-headed.

Dr. Stone's hands caught the Invisible Woman's elbows and guided her to her usual chair. Sue blinked, complacent as a lamb as she sank into the chair. Her hands never left those magnificent breasts, even as Dr. Stone rested her knees on the edge of the seat cushion.

"You know," the psychiatrist said, her glowing eyes so bright they were hard to look at. "Your tongue is much more sensitive than your fingers."

The implants in Moonstone's skull sang. She was pushing her powers to the limit, and Sue Storm's mental resistance crumbled. Not just suggestible, but all inhibitions stripped away. The villain wasn't sure how long she could maintain that state before giving herself an aneurysm or damaging the Invisible Woman's brain...but she was rewarded when Sue Storm hefted her right tit and pressed those soft lips against hers.

It was instinct. The soft, hot mouth enveloped the nipple. Sue's tongue extended, haltingly, to explore the contours of the stiff little nib in her mouth. The little bumps of Karla's milk ducts. The edge where the areola faded into the hot breast flesh. Sue Storm's world narrowed to the tit that she sucked on with almost sensual abandon...and as the blood began to drip from Moonstone's nostrils, the villain slid her hand to the small of the heroine's neck to better support her.

"There you go...just let it go...you really love tits, don't you? You love tits. You love tits, breasts, boobs, juggs..."

Sue couldn't speak with her mouth full, but the words ran over and over in her head like a mantra.

The Invisible Woman's memories of the next few minutes was a blank. Like a blackout drunk episode. Dr. Stone's words had sunk into her head and...stuck there. Sue could still hear them, as she staggered away. Unable to stop herself from looking at the breasts of every woman she passed. Big or small, sagging or pointing, every one of them had their own appeal in the heroine's brain.

Moonstone sat at her desk. Blood streamed from her nose, and her head pounded as if some evil little gnome was inside her skull.

"Is it done?" Doom's voice interrupted her, a small hologram popping up on the desk. Moonstone groaned and his her eyes from the light. "Did you implant the suggestion?"

"Yes," she said, through gritted teeth. "Although it feels like my brain is about to leak out through my ears."

"Your discomfort will pass," Doom said. "We will see if Sue Storm truly acts on the suggestion. If not, she may need...further encouragement."

Karla Sofen groaned as her head throbbed. She had no idea corrupting a superheroine would be such an actual headache.

"She should be showing behavioral changes immediately," Moonstone said as she dug into a desk drawer for whiskey and ibuprofen. "Sue Storm won't be able to help herself."