Moonstone Nudges Sue Storm Towards Liking Itty Bitty Titties

A succession of images flashed before the Invisible Woman's eyes. The focus shifted, subtly but unmistakably, away from crotches or faces, and towards chests. Strong, heavily-muscled men and big-bosomed women flashed before her, a succession of humanity. Then they began to get smaller. It was almost like watching them shrink, though Sue knew it was just a change in subjects, big tits slowly being replaced with smaller, shapelier breasts.

Sue Storm found herself relaxing, the heavy helmet sitting heavily on her head as she let the images flow past her.

Moonstone's eyes burned, a glowing aura around her head. Holding her brain in a suggestible state as Sue Storm vegged out, the images from the helmet flowed unheeded into her brain. Hopefully nudging her toward attraction to a new physical archetype.

All of the chests were small now. Itty bitty titties. It reminded Sue of the athletic women at university, the ones with almost no body fat. They were all fairly flat up top, except for those stiff, plump nipples. There was something fascinating about those smaller, firmer breasts. No signs of sagginess or stretch marks, just two gentle swells, like mosquito bumps.

Sue Storm wasn't sure how she felt, watching the seemingly endless succession of small buds cross her field of vision. Excited? Aroused? The tiny titties paraded past in seemingly endless slideshow of stiff nipples on smooth, flat chests. The steady rhythm of their continual parade was soothing. Her shoulders began to unstiffen, her hands unclenched, head nodding a little beneath the weight of the helmet.

Moonstone's lip curled as blood oozed from her nostrils. Maintaining this state for prolonged periods was a strain on her powers, and the effect was more art than science. She hoped that her powers and helmet together would nudge Sue Storm toward this physical archetype...but there was no way to be sure...