Sex Accelerates Sue's De-Aging

Sue Storm woke up well-fucked, brimming with energy—and an inch shorter. She wasn't immediately aware of the discrepancy until she walked, naked, Reed's seed dripping down her thighs, into the bathroom. Thirty seconds later she leaped into bed, shaking her husband awake.

"Reed, darling, baby, dearest, beloved," she said. "What the fucking fuck!?"

"Language, young lady—" Reed began. Then paused, blinked, and took a closer look at his wife.

She wasn't just shorter. Her face was softer, her breasts smaller and perkier, traces of babyfat on her trim body. Immediately, his arm stretched out to grab a scanner, and he ran it over her body. His face twisted into a frown.

"Your projected biological age is now 21 years old," he said. "You did have that late growth spurt in your twenties. Quite unusual."

"Yesterday, you said it was 25!" Sue said, voice rising.

"It was. Our sexual activity seems to have accelerated the tachyon dispersal in your system."

"So every time we fuck, I'm going to get younger!?" The swear word slipped out easily. It was a bad habit from her younger days, one that the Invisible Woman had worked to remedy before she became a mother. Now, in a moment of stress and a body awash with a younger woman's hormones, they kept coming.

"The tachyon charge is limited," Reed said. "Making love accelerated the change, but it also consumed a large portion of the charge. If you're willing to hold off on sex, I can attempt to stabilize your body at its current age..."

Sue realized the other option. A sultry smile spread on her face. One finger traced a circle around one of Reed's nipples.

"...or we could burn through the entire charge by spending all day in bed and fucking like minks," she said. Then her blue eyes wavered. "But how young am I going to get?"

Reed tapped the scanner. "Mentally, you'll remain in your 30s, but physically...about 19. Maybe 18."

"Well, at least I won't be jailbait," Sue said. Her hips twitched. She knew what her body wanted to do, but her mind struggled to maintain rationality. Did she really want to end up physically half her chronological age? To be 18 again...it wasn't all flowers and chocolate. She remembered pimples. Her hymen. Getting carded at stores. Being called the Invisible Girl.

"So," Reed said. "What do you want to do, my love?"