Sue Dreams of Dr. Stone

Blue eyes opened in the dark. Sue Storm panted in the night. She had kicked off the sheets, her body too hot. A warm wet trickle ran down her leg; she hadn't worn panties last night. Reed snored softly from his side of the bed, which felt impossibly far away. Sue reached out and grabbed the dream journal beside her, desperately trying to hang on to the fragments of wet nightmare that she had awoken from.

1 December: Galactus had destroyed the planet. I was in orbit, trapped in an invisible **** bubble, watching him eat it. Everything dissolving into fiery chaos. Then...nothing. I was alone in the void. Floating eternally, waiting to see when I would starve.

Except I was caught in the gravity of a strange planet. I fell into a weird orbit around the dark mass. It was strangely irregular, not a sphere. There were mountains, valleys, but no oceans, no cities or forests. I was swinging around and around, keeping my distance, a stable orbit, fighting the gravity that sought to drag me down to the surface.

Then the planet opened her eyes.

I could see then the immense female shape unfold. Naked. Breasts the size of continents, soft lips that could have swallowed seas, an endless sargasso of golden hair. She didn't reach for me, just drew her legs apart, and exposed her secret to me. A pussy big enough to birth a universe.

Her eyes flashed with golden light. The gravity increased. It pulled on my sphere. I sought to fight it, but it was like fighting the tide. Every rotation of her body brought me closer and closer. The planet's smile was radiant, serene, immense. At last I lost control. Let myself be drawn in to those vast labia. I felt like no more than a single cell, the immense vagina perfect in every detail, my sphere pelted by zero-g globs of natural lubrication as I was socked into the molten core of the planet itself.

It was brighter and hotter inside, not dark as I feared. She was drawing me in toward the molten core of her being.

And that was when I recognized that face.

It was Karla.

There was more. Sue was sure there was more. Yet as dawn began to break over Manhattan and her body's urgent needs came upon her, the last details faded. She set the dream journal down and padded silently to the bathroom.

I hope I have time to rub one out before Reed wakes up, Sue thought to herself.