Reed Richards Has Trouble Getting Hard

The directness of the question shocked Sue Storm. Her mouth gaped, she turned and stared at Dr. Stone, who sat there with the empty teacup in her hands, no smile on her face. A perfect mask, the eyes intense.

"He's...he's had difficulty getting hard. Lately," Sue blurted. The burn on her cheeks spread over her nose. She couldn't believe she had just said that. It had just come out. Automatically, the heroine went into damage control mode.

"It's...Reed says it's a side-effect of his powers. Most people don't know that, but his body is elastic all the time. When he was first exposed to the cosmic rays, stretching was kind of an effort. His body wanted to snap back to its normal shape. But over the years, as he's mastered his powers, it's sort of gone the other way. His body is used to being elastic. He has to concentrate to keep...keep a normal form. When we were younger, when we were first married on our honeymoon, we...well, we experimented with what he could do in bed..."

Sue couldn't stop. She hadn't told this to anyone. Not even her closest girlfriends. It had been too personal. Not just her secret but Reed's too.

"He could make his penis as big as I wanted. Any shape. We had...we had a lot of fun. Experimenting. How much I could take, how deep he could go, the ideal shape to make me cum," Sue found her nails bite into her palms as she remembered those glorious, wonderful, indulgent days. "But...over time...he found it more difficult. He can still make it as big as he wants, but it's...kind of like making love to a loofah. Squishy."

Dr. Stone blinked. She set her cup down, and cleared her throat.

"Well that's...many men have erectile issues later in life. Has he tried medication?" The psychiatrist asked.

"We did. Reed tried to explain it to me once. The muscles and tendons are too elastic. The pressure of blood doesn't...it can't make him as hard as he used to be. None of the normal chemical reactions the medication works by work for him. And that's...not the worst of it."

A blonde eyebrow raised, and Sue felt her head slump a little between her shoulders.

"He can't...it's not as pleasurable for him. Penetrating me. Even when I try to fellate him. Being so floppy, it makes it difficult for him to ejaculate. He's still happy to take care of me, with his fingers, his tongue, but...we can't really make love normally, anymore. When we wanted to have Valeria, I...I had to help him." Sue's voice dropped to a whisper. "By massaging his prostate."

Sue shook. She couldn't believe she was saying this. At the same time, it felt like she was in the confessional. Secrets that had weighed on her for years suddenly came out in a torrent.

"I never asked Reed how he found out he could...but he, he liked it when I stuck my finger...up there. Only a finger wasn't enough. He needed more. Because he can stretch back there too. So I used my invisible **** field to..."

"Stimulate his prostate?" Dr. Stone said. "Well, many men like that. While the exact parameters of your situation are unique, in broad outline many couples find their sexual needs change over time..."

"That...that isn't the worst of it," Sue said, and guilt ate at her as she thought about the secret she was about to tell.

Dr. Stone gazed at the heroine, her face a perfect mask of stillness. Beneath the surface, Doom's implants buzzed as they directed her power. Microgravitational influences played at Sue Storm's brain, temporarily lowered inhibitions. The words came tumbling out.