Moonstone Gives Sue Storm Something To Think About

A sudden thought struck Moonstone. A way to let the Invisible Woman look forward to their next meeting. An image for the heroine to fixate on.

"Open your eyes," Dr. Stone ordered.

The limp lids raised. The blue eyes behind had a thousand-yard stare, as if Dr. Stone was completely transparent.

The villain reached down and pulled up her shirt and bra. Her pale breasts hung free in the air, the little pink nipples stiff. Unlike Sue, Dr. Stone had never been pregnant. Her breasts did not sag yet, but were high and the nipples jutted forward like the prow of a ship. Energy from the moonstones traced the veins in her exposed skin, and played on Sue Storm's face in odd patterns.

"Look at them, Sue Storm," Dr. Stone said as she twisted her waist slowly this way and that, to set her glowing globes jiggling. "In your quiet moments, in the back of your mind, you will think of these tits. You'll wonder what I look like without my shirt. When you stare at other women's breasts in the porn you watch, you'll think of these. When you wash your own breasts, you'll compare them with mine."

"Yes..." Sue Storm said, and her thousand-yard stare seemed to focus a little on the soft pink masses that seemed to glow with their own inner light. Back and forth, back and forth...

"Sue?" Dr. Stone said.

Startled, the Invisible Woman blinked. She sat up straighter, and blushed as she realized that she'd zoned out for a moment. Sue Storm glanced at the psychiatrist's cleavage and blushed as she realized that her mind had wandered off somehow during their appointment.

"I'm sorry doctor, I got distracted for a moment, you were saying?" Sue said.

"Our time's up for the week. I think we had a good, productive session. You've certainly had a lot to be stressed about in your life! Next time, I want to talk about some exercises and strategies you can try to help reduce your stress load."

The doctor stood up, shoulders square and chest pressed outward as she offered Sue her hand. The Invisible Woman smiled as she stood up and shook it. She'd seen a lot of women stand like that. Usually ones that wanted to dominate the conversation or relationship. She wondered for a moment if Dr. Stone was a lesbian. Sue hoped not. The last thing she needed to worry about was a pass from her psychiatrist!

Yet Dr. Stone was totally professional as Sue left from her first appointment. Step a little lighter, a little less burdened by her troubles from talking with someone about her life and worries.

Night in the Baxter Building. Dinner. The kids with their homework. Then the whole family piled into the media center to watch a movie. A classic, THE PRINCESS BRIDE. Valeria and Franklin, for all that they loved to stay up, couldn't make it all the way through. Johnny and Ben took the kids to bed, and Sue and Reed spooned on the couch. His pliant body covered her like a blanket, warm and intimate. She could feel the tiredness of the day weigh on her too, as Buttercup brought the knife to her breast.

For just a moment, Sue remembered Dr. Stone. The way she had leaned forward, chest outthrust, the shape of her boobs quite evident through the shirt.

"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world," Sue murmured to herself, just as the Dread Pirate Roberts did.

Reed and Sue kissed goodnight at the bedroom door; he had work to finish in the lab.

"Don't stay up too late," she told him, and on impulse slipped her tongue into his mouth. To leave him stammering and flushed as he lurched down the corridor like a rubber-hose cartoon character.

In the shower, Sue soaped her breasts. A flash came to her again of Doctor Stone's chest. How she would love to see her newest client now, no doubt! Sue chuckled at the thought as she squeezed and rinsed off her tits. Two children had made her breasts go up two cup sizes from when she was in college. The nipples thicker and darker than before. Nipples that went hard as she rinsed off in cold water.

The Invisible Woman went to bed in just her panties and a t-shirt tonight. She felt oddly restless, and picked up a tablet. A few minutes on the internet would calm her mind for sleep.

Yet somehow she flipped the browser into incognito mode. All alone, tired and a little horny, Sue began to type in some search terms. Breasts. Boobs. Juggs. Tits. And the internet responded, with bare images of mammaries of every shape, size, and color. The pert conical breasts of a young woman barely nineteen, a rail-thin model with striking green eyes in her dark tan skin; the heavy, sagging breasts of a nursing mother, with white drops that hung off the hard nipples, veins prominent. That almost made Sue's own nipples ache in sympathy, but she refrained from touching herself. There was no harm in just looking, after all...

Her gaze filled with boobs, tits, baps, all those lovely lady lumps...and each one somehow reminded Sue of Dr. Stone's outthrust chest, the pale secrets that her thin shirt must hide. Sue smiled to herself as she felt sleep claim her, and she closed out the session. With a thought, Sue could have turned Dr. Stone's shirt transparent and seen all she wanted. Yet that wouldn't be...right... That...would be...naughty...

It was Sue's final thought as sleep claimed her.