Moonstone Accidentally Unlocks Malice

"Show me your tits!"

Moonstone nearly jumped at the voice that came from the Invisible Woman's lips. The blonde heroine was seated in her chair, body relaxed. After a week of sexual excitement without release, the villain could almost sense the tension in Sue Storm's body. It quivered, like a spring wound up and ready to explode. "Dr. Stone" had suggested another relaxation exercise, and Sue had sunk into the trance so easily.

Now this.

"Want to suck those fat titties," the heroine murmured. The voice was husky, sharp, lower-pitched than Sue Storm's normal tones.

Roll with it, Moonstone told herself as Doom's implants buzzed in her skull. She could only maintain such precise microgravitic effects for so long.

"You've been thinking of my breasts a lot this week, haven't you?" Moonstone said, in her calm "Dr. Stone" voice.

"Sue Storm has," the voice said. "Keeps watching all that porn of fat fucking juggs getting sucked and fucked. Never would let her own limp-dick husband slide his rubber hose between her funbags."

Moonstone's brow furrowed. Sue was talking in the third person. It was Sue...wasn't it?

"Who am I talking to?" Moonstone asked.

The Invisible Woman's eyes opened suddenly. The pupils were mere pin-pricks, the great blue irises stared creepily at Moonstone. The villain barely repressed a shudder.

"Call me Malice, slut," the heroine said. "Now show us those cans! Want some more memories for the spank bank."

Moonstone frowned. "I don't think so."

"Wasn't asking."

"Dr. Stone" had decided to wear a tight button-up sweater today. With a push-up bra to emphasize her cleavage. Now, Moonstone helt something push against her chest. She looked down in shock and amazement to see her blouse and sweater balloon away from her chest. The fabric stretched and strained as the buttons held on for dear life...and Moonstone was rooted in her chair, unable to do anything as the fabric gave way. Buttons flew off around the room, the shirt beneath exploded, the push-up bra snapped...and Moonstone's naked breasts were on full display, the pink nipples stiff.

Still limp in her chair, a crazed smile on her lips, "Malice" gave an evil chuckle.

"Yeah, that's the stuff," the entranced heroine purred. "Why don't you bring 'em over here and rub them titties in my face?"

Light flared from Moonstone's eyes. Her powers came down hard on Sue Storm's frontal cortex. The heroine lapsed into true unconsciousness.

Moonstone blinked, huffed, as the aura around her head died down.

"Dissociative identity disorder?" she murmurred. "Has to be. Or maybe some kind of psychic parasite. But definitely a second facet of consciousness. Maybe the stress of my manipulations dug it up...the trance state could have let it rise to the fore, take control...'Malice' definitely seemed aware of things that the main personality did not."

Moonstone bit her lip. She looked at her ruined sweater and blouse, not sure how best to salvage the situation. Sue Storm would wake up in a few minutes, and Dr. Stone needed to be dressed and calm, in control of the situation.

The solution was, ultimately, a spare shirt that Moonstone kept in her desk drawer and to leave the sweater open. There was no time to try and re-attach any of the buttons, or do anything about the bra. Instead, she made tea, and waited for the Invisible Woman to stir into wakefulness.

After a few minutes, Sue did stir. She blinked, sat up. Dr. Stone smiled.

"Did I...?"

"Just for a few minutes. That happens sometimes, with relaxation exercises," Dr. Stone said smoothly. "It's usually a sign that your body needs rest. Have you been sleeping well, lately?"

"I...I've been...frustrated," Sue admitted. She frowned as Dr. Stone poured the tea. "I've been doing what we asked about, but I'm not sure it's really helping."

Dr. Stone handed the heroine a cup, which the Invisible Woman accepted. Was it Moonstone's imagination, or did Sue's eyes linger on Dr. Stone's nipples, which tented her shirt. It was obvious to anyone that "Dr. Stone" was going braless.

"Well, we certainly don't wish to add to your stress," Dr. Stone said. "But I wish you would give it another week, just to see if it might help. Self-care takes time."

"You're right," Sue sighed, as she sipped her tea. Dr. Stone did likewise...and wondered, as she stared at the Invisible Woman, what exactly she had unlocked from the depths of her patient's ****. It had certainly seemed lustful, cruel, capricious, and in complete control of Sue's powers, if not her body. This "Malice" could be a major obstacle.

Or a major opportunity.