Reed Richards Takes Dr. Stone's Advice

"I don't know," Mister Fantastic said. "This is a situation outside of my experience and expertise. What do you recommend?"

Dr. Stone smiled. Reed Richards was looking at her openly now, his big brown eyes

"Most men, when faced with fears of sexual inadequacy, find those fears confirmed," she said. "It's a biofeedback loop. Lack of confidence leads to difficulty in obtaining and maintaining an erection; failure to perform in the bedroom reinforces the sensation of sexual inadequacy. Even without any biological cause, this psychological spiral can lead to complete impotence."

She let that sink in, staring into his eyes. Frank, clinical. Reed Richards seemed to appreciate that. Dr. Stone held his gaze until he looked away, back to the window.

That's when Moonstone used her power. The implants in her skull buzzed as a gravimetric pulse hit those frontal lobes. She watched to see if he felt it; there was a chance that with his powers, the elastic Mr. Fantastic could absorb the hit without effect, yet there was no ripple of flesh to show that the unexpected burst had caused any such reaction.

"Of course, there are alternatives. You aren't just a penis, after all, Doctor Richards. There are other things you can do to please your wife. Oral sex, for instance. Erotic massage. Manual stimulation. If necessary, there are various prosthetics and pharmaceuticals that can encourage or simulate an erection. However, I think the main problem is that you are very focused on what you want, not what your wife wants."

Reed Richards frowned. He looked away from the window and back to Dr. Stone. As the implants buzzed in her skull, she hoped he was under the effects of her power. Otherwise, the glowing lens of her glasses would look less like a reflection of sunlight from the window and more like her eyes were glowing from within as the alien moonstone's power was channeled through her body.

"Elaborate," he said.

"You have often taken the leading role in sexual situations with your wife," Dr. Stone said. "You have always been the one doing the penetrating. Yet what is good for the goose is good for the gander. You have an anus, Dr. Richards. Perhaps it is time you offered it to your wife."

Reed went very still.

"My anal virginity," he said, and stroked his chin. "It is true, we have never engaged in anal play. That would offer novelty in the bedroom. And my elastic abilities would prevent any sort of anal fissure or tearing, so I would be essentially immune to normal limitations. An...intriguing possibility."

Dr. Stone's smile was very brittle. He was speaking in complete sentences where Sue Storm was normally reduced to single words at this point. An ache was building in her skull as she gently increased the power, hoping that Mr. Fantastic wasn't immune.

"That's the idea, anyway. It's a way for you to prove your sexual adequacy in the bedroom without needing to compete directly with the Life Model Decoys. Sue Storm won't look to you as a substitute for big black cocks, but as something the LMD cannot give her..."