Moonstone Nudges Sue Storm Towards Liking Big Black Cocks

Moonstone's eyes glowed. A tiny gravitimetric wave hit Sue Storm's brain. Not enough to do any damage, just enough to knock her into a suggestive state. As if she had drunk half a bottle of tequila by herself, but without the pleasantness. For brief period, Sue Storm's visual cortex was wired to accept what she perceived without question. And what the Invisible Woman would see is exactly what Moonstone had programmed into her unit.

To Sue Storm's eyes, the bodies on display grew darker. White, Asian, Latino, Native American, most ethnicities faded away in favor of darker and darker skin tones. Faces disappeared, the focus entirely on genitalia now. Women vanished. Cocks, uncovered, flashed before her eyes. Every size and shape, at first, but gradually, as the succession of images continued, they got bigger. The lighting and perspective shifted, emphasizing length, girth, overall size.

The Invisible Woman stirred perceptibly. The flush on her face grew and spread, until her cheeks burned red, and even her delicate ears were cherry-warm. Her thighs rubbed together, and she began to pant. She licked her lips, over and over, and Moonstone knew that the images shifted again. She was now staring down the length of those huge black cocks, the dicks hard and erect, the images lingering on the ropey veins, the rubbery flared glans that could range from a soft chocolate to a vivid purple.

The villain's implants buzzed. She couldn't maintain this level of influence forever—and there was the risk of trying to push the heroine too far, too fast. This session was just to plant the seed in Sue Storm's mind, that would blossom later.

With a sigh, Moonstone ended her gravitimetric manipulations. The glow faded from her eyes. Sue Storm's head shifted, her mouth moved into a frown. Then, as planned, the headset pinged.

"All done," Dr. Stone said cheerfully, carefully helping Sue Storm remove the device.

"That was...more graphic than expected," Sue said.

"It responds to your biometric readings, the algorithm follows your measured interests. Let's take a look at that, shall we?" Dr. Stone said with a smile.

Sue shifted uncomfortably as Dr. Stone plugged the headset into a tablet.

"Ah, I see—this shows you have a strong preference for the male form—95% heterosexual—and you show a marked interest for men with dark skin and larger genitalia," Dr. Stone said.

"I like my husband, thank you very much!" Sue said defensively.

"Of course you do," Dr. Stone said. "But the biometrics don't lie. You may love your husband, but you are physically and mentally attracted to...other body types. That's nothing to be ashamed of, Susan. It's perfectly natural. Many people have preferences, it doesn't affect who they love."

Sue frowned. Her mind clearly troubled. Yet Moonstone could see a flicker of doubt at her own sexual preferences.

"Tell you what," Dr. Stone said. "Why don't we try a little exercise? Something you can do during the week, which we can discuss at your next appointment."