Moonstone Makes Sue Storm Lose Control of Her Bladder

"You need to pee," Moonstone said, her voice soft. Light glowed through her eyes, so that if Sue Storm did open her own eyes right now, she would see the psychiatrist's glasses lit up from within.

The corners of the Invisible Woman's mouth tugged down slightly. Like a surgeon, Moonstone's microgravitic manipulations shifted from Sue's brain down to her bladder. The subtlest of gravitic waves set the urine in Sue's bladder in motion, like the moon causing the tides.

"You have to pee real bad," Moonstone said.

It was tricky, to manipulate the Invisible Woman in two ways at once. To keep her in the suggestible state but also trigger the physical urge in her body. Yet there was a method to Moonstone's madness. With practice, she hoped to be able to trigger Sue's biological urges at any time—and the psychological reaction could be useful.

The lines in Sue's face deepened as her physiological need to urinate became acute.

"You shouldn't have drunk that tea," Moonstone added. "All that liquid has to come out."

Sue squirmed. Her hands were in her lap, but her hips twitched, her nostrils flared. Moonstone could imagine her patient's heart raced, the urethral muscles cinched type.

"It'll feel so good when you take a piss," Moonstone said, and her eyes felt fever-bright, the hum of the implants in her skull increased in pitch. "You'll feel so much better when you just let it all out."

The Invisible Woman grimaced. Inside her body, her bladder seemed to clench, the pressure of the liquid on her urethral sphincter increased. Against her will, a tiny trickle began to make its way down through the canal. Sue Storm's upper lip quivered as she subconsciously experienced both utter embarrassment and a near-orgasmic sense of release.

"Just let it all out."

Sue Storm blinked, immensely relieved. It was like a great weight had been taken off her shoulders. She blinked, and saw Dr. Stone's glasses flaring with the reflected sunlight from the window.

Then she felt the dampness in her crotch.

Red heat burned across Sue's cheeks as she felt the trickle of liquid slide down her costume. Thankfully, she wore her costume underneath her street clothes, so none of it would soak through into the cuashions of Dr. Stone's chair, but the heroine's embarassment was acute.

How did I lose control like that? Sue wondered.

"Well, that's all the time we have for today," Dr. Stone said with a smile. "I think we made some good progress. If you'd like to continue, next week I'd like to discuss a little more about the stressors in your life, maybe show you a few exercises to help better manage your mental health."

"Yes," Sue said, as she sat in a puddle of her own piss inside her costume. This was one situation where turning invisible wouldn't really help. "I'd like that. Thank you, doctor."

They shook hands. Sue did her best to walk in such a way that it wasn't apparent that dribbles of urine ran down her legs, to pool inside the booties at the end of her Fantastic Four uniform. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an accident like that. Not since her pregnancies, anyway.