It's Her New Favorite Exercise

Squats had never been Sue Storm's strong point. She hadn't used an exercise ball since her last pregnancy, and even then mostly in a vain attempt to induce labor. Yet the addition of the "tingler" changed her view on things completely. Now an exercise session didn't just work out her glutes, calves, and thighs—it was arousing.

She still kept her "special" ball in the bedroom, where the children wouldn't play with it, and where she could use it whenever she liked without attracting undo attention from her flushed cheeks and the occasional soft moan. While she still preferred to "bounce" early in the morning, shortly after she rose, Sue found herself "bouncing" at night as well...and during the last couple of days before her appointment, sometimes she'd disappear during the day and "bounce" as well.

"Honestly, it's just...so nice," Sue admitted to Dr. Stone. "The buzz, I mean. Against my—"

"Vagina," Dr. Stone offered, and supped her tea.

"Yes! I don't have much experience with toys, but it's really...encouraged me to do more," Sue smiled, slightly chagrined at the admission, and rubbed her thighs. "I'm still sore, but I imagine in a few weeks I'll see more results. I really have to thank you, I feel so much better."

"Pussy," Dr. Stone said, and her glasses flashed, circles of yellow fire for a moment as they reflected the sun. "Your pussy feels so much better."

A shiver ran up Sue's spine. Her cheeks burned in embarassment—but she nodded.

"I wonder if it's something I've been sort of missing in life," Sue said, and the words came out like a confession. "I mean, I know we talked about it, but I never realized how much I—how much better it feels, when I let myself be stimulated. I have more energy, more drive, I'm nicer to everyone because I'm not carrying around all that stress, and it doesn't matter if Reed is in his lab because I can always—"

"Cunt," Dr. Stone said, and Sue Storm's train of thought derailed. The heroine could almost see the psychiatrist's blonde hair glow in the sunlight from the window, such an odd effect it almost seemed supernatural. "You like playing with your cunt."

"My...cunt," Sue blinked. "Yes. It's...good exercise..."

"But don't you find," Dr. Stone went on. "That it isn't enough? You might need something more intense."

"More intense," Sue repeated, dully. Her head swam. She almost felt drunk.

"Your exercise ball has another function, you know," Dr. Stone said. "One to keep your vagina, pussy, cunt happy."

"Vagina, pussy, cunt," Sue repeated, automatically.

"There are three little buttons on the saddle, shaped like three seashells," Dr. Stone told her, and a bit of blood oozed from one nostril. "When you're alone tonight, press the third seashell, the one shaped like a conch. It'll make your vagina, pussy, cunt feel better."

"Vagina, pussy, cunt," Sue repeated, like a mantra.

Then the strange moment passed. Dr. Stone dabbed at her nostril with a handkerchief. Sue Storm blinked, as the last few minutes seemed to sink into some surreal daydream.

"I really need to get a humidifier," Dr. Stone said, as she dabbed at the blood. "But I think that's all the time we have for today. Next week, then?"

"If I'm not off saving the world," Sue Storm said with a nod.

Night settled on the Baxter Building. Sue Storm couldn't get that weird daydream out of her head. Had Dr. Stone really said those words? Had Sue repeated them? It all seemed so surreal. Yet she faced her new favorite piece of exercise equipment and...yes, there were the three seashells. She found the one shaped like a conch, and pressed it.

For a moment, the whole ball seemed to vibrate. Then something rose out of the saddle. The rubberized plastic or silicone or whatever it was deformed and took on the appearance of a smooth, slightly curved cylinder with a soft swollen bulb on the end. It was positioned...well, right where Sue would sit.

Then it dawned on her what it was for.

"Oh," she said, and her heart hammered in her breast. Her left hand reached down to touch her crotch, which squeezed tight at the thought of bouncing up and down on that. "Ooooohhhh..."