Sue Storm Becomes Aroused And Suggestible

Past

"Achoo!" Sue Storm sneezed.

Sparks danced before her eyes. Suddenly light-headed, her sinuses burned, and a warm flush filled her face. The warm, manly arms of Dr. Elder held her with surprising strength as she was laid on the couch. He fetched a clean cloth and carefully flushed her eyes with distilled water, then patted her face dry.

"How do you feel?" he said, looking down at her. She realized, bizarrely, that her head was in his lap. Something was poking her in the back of the head. Sue tried not to think about that, but the thought was persistent. The blush across her cheeks spread to her ears.

"F-fine," Sue said. "A little dizzy, I guess. Is it warm in here?"

Dr. Elder tugged at his own collar. In any other circumstance, that would have been innocuous. Right here and now, Sue found that...cute. With a naughty thought, she turned her head in his lap, feeling it rub against that thing poking her in the head. Watching Dr. Elder's obvious discomfort.

"Just...try to relax. The effects should be temporary. You don't want to be a naughty girl, do you?" he asked.

Right then and there, as a smile spread across Sue Storm's face, she wanted nothing more than to be a naughty girl. Between her legs, a familiar heat flooded her loins, and she found herself rubbing her thighs together.

Present

Sue Storm smiled sadly as she looked at a photo of herself kneeling down, one arm around Dr. Elder. It had been, she realized now, nothing more than a schoolgirl crush. Of course, Harvey Elder, in his position, knew better than to take advantage of a student. Now, as a wife, mother, and heroine, she appreciated his restraint.

"Oh, how I used to tease you," she whispered.

It had started after her exposure to that fungus. Once she'd recovered, he'd made some comment on wearing proper clothing. Her response had been to start wearing scandalously short skirts, sometimes combined with boots or heels. Given the height difference and her need to squat or bend over so frequently, the Invisible Woman had no doubt she'd tortured him with panty shots.

"Oh, how absolutely wicked I was," she said, as she tugged at the short blue skirt of her Fantastic Four costume. The taste for short skirts had continued on over the years. They had become one of Sue Storm's trademarks, showing off her long, well-developed legs.

"I'm sorry Harvey," she said, softly.

Past

"Please, call me Harvey, Susan," Dr. Elder said.

"I—alright, Harvey," Sue said, somewhat uncomfortable with that level of familiarity.

They had walked through the abandoned subway tunnel for about six hundred feet. The dark hole of the natural cavern that the old digging crew had uncovered gaped before them. The professer had insisted that they check their safety gear before proceeding. A small, luminiscent rope with D-clips tied their wastes together.

She knelt down and let him fix the helmet on her head, his big nose barely concealed by the mask that would hopefully protect him from any spores.

"Good," he said. "Now, as I was saying, this should be a safe trip, but be careful. This is the source of those same spores you were exposed to. Given that you recovered from that exposure without effects, I don't expect any complications, but I want you to be very careful. I can't have you hurt, Susan."

Sue's mask hid her blush. His voice had dropped when he had spoken. It was her own stubbornness that made her wear her short skirt even here on this trip.

"It'll be fine, Harvey." She said. "Let's go!"

Dr. Harvey Elder led Sue Storm into the dark, like a veritable mole man.