Sue Storm's Clothes Become Invisible When She Is Aroused

Like the Cheshire cat, the fifth-dimensional imp faded into being within the Baxter Building, albeit slightly out of phase with the time-moment that the Fantastic Four experienced. It was late in the morning, and Sue Storm was dressed in her civilian clothes for a day out—a black leather jacket and loose white top over her Fantastic Four uniform, combined with hat and glasses, made her look like any other soccer mom out and about Manhattan.

Far too much clothing to conceal that beautiful form, in Mr. Mxyzptlk's opinion.

A shift, ever so subtle, occurred in Sue Storm's brain. A mental pathway was forged between two previously unconnected parts of her mind. The part that controlled her powers—and the part that experienced arousal. Silent as a mischievous jokestor who sets an elaborate prank, the imp could barely contain himself as Sue Storm went out into the streets of New York, utterly unaware of the change that had been made in her.

Now, all he had to do was to test it to make sure the changes had their desired effect.

Sue Storm took a deep breath as she stepped out of Four Freedoms Plaza. There was a breeze, and the smell of people, trees, cars, hot dogs sold on the sidewalk. The Invisible Woman grinned as she stepped out into the street, and the endless tide of New Yorkers and tourists simply accepted her as one of their own. There were no celebrities in the scrum of traffic, no paparazzi to see her slip away for a few hours. Ben and Johnny had taken the kids to the zoo; Reed was in the lab, playing with plasma. Time enough for Sue to do some shopping...maybe even grab a slice of pizza...before she came home to make a much healthier dinner for the family.

She let herself wander, lost in the flow of humanity. It led her to Times Square—and when the crowd around her suddenly screeched to a halt, Sue did too.

Up on the massive screen, hardcore pornography played. The crowd let out a collective gasp at this unexpected return to the old Times Square, back when it had been nothing but adult movie theaters and pornography stores. Sue brought a hand up to her mouth to avoid an exclamation as she stared at a gigantic pair of balls hump and pump a massive bush, the manhood inhumanly large on screen as it split that pussy. Silent, it almost had the aspect of a nature documentary, of animals mating in the wild. Then the scene shifted, and half a woman's face appeared, cut off by the top of the screen, a pink tongue that lashed cock and cunny at once.

All around her, New Yorkers stared. Tourists tried to capture the moment on their phone. Sue **** herself to look away from the screen, to see if anyone needed help, if any villain had caused this. Yet there was no masked man claiming credit. Some technical mishap, perhaps? A technician who inadvertently let their porn slip into day's ads? Sue had no idea.

Yet she could see the results in the people around her. She was aware of the fixed gazes of men and women who looked at the screen with rapt attention. A couple holding hands squeezed their grip tighter. Another couple, not far from them, began to argue in hushed whispers, the woman's face flushed and eyes angry as her boyfriend or husband looked up at the screen in unmistakable attention. A busker with a guitar stopped her song, unable to compete with this erotic display. A man in bike shorts not far from Susan swiftly developed an erection, the outline clear against the tight-fitting material.

All this Sue Storm took in at a glance or two, her eyes drawn ever back to the spectacle on display.

Unconsciously, Sue's body responded to this stimulus. A blush bloomed on her face. Her nipples began to swell and harden.

And, unbeknownst to her, the Invisible Woman's top slowly faded from view, as well as the costume underneath it, so that anyone around her could see the small, blue sports bra that supported her breasts, a few inches of creamy cleavage and blue veins beneath the marble skin just visible. Then even the bra slowly vanished so that, if anyone looked between the open lapels of Sue's leather jacket, her bare breasts were on full display.

Following her a fraction of a second out of phase with reality, Mr. Mxyzptlk smiled with satisfaction. The changes worked—but would she notice?