No - Mr. Fantastic Is More Than Willing To Hire Dr. Stone As Caregiver

For a moment, Moonstone thought about using her powers. Influencing Reed Richards. Just to plant the suggestion that he should accept her offer. She only hesitated because profligate use of her new abilities had gotten her into this situation in the first place.

Mister Fantastic's lips bent into a slight frown. His brow furrowed as he considered his response.

Then Sue Storm announced, loudly:

"I have pussy anxiety!"

Both of them turned to look at the blonde heroine, who was cupping her pussy with one hand, still apparently nude, although Moonstone knew she was simply making her clothes invisible.

"When I was pregnant with Valeria. I was so afraid after I gave birth that I wouldn't be tight anymore," Sue Storm explained. "Like, that I'd be all loose and baggy down there, and Reed wouldn't want to fuck me."

Dr. Stone was at Sue's side in a moment, a friendly arm around her shoulder as she gave a purely platonic hug.

"Vaginas don't work that way," Karla said gently. "They stretch out, but then they tighten up again. Think of all the women that had a dozen children in the old days. Do you really think their husbands weren't attracted to them after birth? And you said your husband makes love to you—"

"Sometimes," Sue said, her head against Dr. Stone's shoulder. She cast a hurt glance at Reed Richards.

His clothes disappeared. For a moment, Moonstone caught a glimpse of why Reed was really called Mister Fantastic. Then she raised her eyes.

"Thank you," Reed said with a sigh. "When can you start?"

They managed to get Sue Storm out of the building using the Fantasticar and image inducers to project realistic holograms of Sue with clothes on. Dr. Stone rode next to Sue, the wind blowing in her hair. She didn't dare fly to the Baxter Building under her own power.

Reed had called ahead, setting up one of the guest rooms in a lower level. As soon as she was inside, Sue shed her clothes, which reappeared as they hit the floor, and went into the bathroom, declaring that she "Had a date with Mister Shower Attachment!"

Reed sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The multimedia suite," he said. "Gets intergalactic television, and complete access to the music and books of the Library of Congress. No internet. The phone goes straight to the lab; call me if there's any major change to her condition. If you need anything—clothes, food, a bottle of wine—H.E.R.B.I.E. has an instance down here."

Reed indicated a small robot, which raised one comically small arm and waved. Dr. Stone waved back.

"Given the situation, he won't be recording anything down here—and you're officially not listed on the guest registry, so please don't wander. Hopefully, Sue will begin to recover soon."

"What if—what if she doesn't?" Karla asked.

Reed's face was grave.

"Then we need to start looking at potential long-term solutions."