Sue Storm Gets Used To Wearing A Butt Plug

For the first few minutes, the butt plug was fine. A pleasant tug of weight, a constant little reminder of its presence. The longer Sue Storm wore it, the more it wore on her. Sudden urges to rush to the bathroom. Then she did have to go to the bathroom, and there was the unpleasant process of removal, cleaning, re-lubing, and replacement. By the end of the first day, having worn it for only a few hours, the Invisible Woman felt uncomfortable down there, her anus puffy and sensitive.

The plug even infiltrated her dreams. Or maybe that was just down to her session with Karla. Sue Storm squirmed beneath the covers, buttocks clutching and unclutching, as she felt that heavy mass that wouldn't shift on her own.

The next day was a little easier. Sue looked up a few tips online during breakfast. Regular enemas, more lube, taking breaks to build up her stamina. Wearing a plug 24/7 wasn't practical, but with care, the swelling and soreness faded, and within a few days, Sue found she could wear it for extended periods.

It was still a distraction. Inescapable. Sue sometimes found herself sitting down, and the angle of her ass on the edge of the chair would catch the flared base of the plug just right, just enough to stretch her a little, or put pressure on her within, and—it wasn't enough to get her off. Even after successfully masturbating with her ass once, Sue wasn't that sensitive. Yet it brought color to her cheeks, a soft moan from her mouth at inappropriate times.

Sue started to do it on purpose. Standing up, in her costume, an invisible thumb pressed on the base of the unseen toy. Something Sue had never thought of doing before, but now, that little bit of naughty stimulation, even while surrounded by her friends and teammates, was exciting in a way she couldn't express, her heart hammering a little faster as she played with her ass, no one the wiser.

By the time Sue had been wearing the butt plug regularly for a week, it had become a habit.