Sue Storm Can Balance Her Gooning and Superheroics

"Hello sexy. Are you ready to do what you're told?"

The electronic avatar on the app held her hand over her pussy, hiding the naughty little slit from Sue's hungry gaze.

"Fuck, yes," the Invisible Woman murmured. She had twenty minutes to get off and wanted to use every single one of them.

"Today, I want you to shave that fuckhole for me you dirty slut," the avatar said. It was so like Dr. Stone's voice it was uncanny, and the binaural beats pulsed in Sue's ears. The Invisible Woman felt a little thrill run through her. She kept her pubes trimmed, but to shave it all off? She had never done that.

On the screen, the avatar pulled her hand away. Blonde pubes showed, an exact match for Sue Storm's own golden triangle. A sign that the app must be using the camera, customizing its output to Sue's own body.

"Shave me," the voice ordered. "I want to be nice and smooth..."

Sue bit her lip. An invisible razor blade came into existence. She felt her heart hammer the hard, flat surface pressed against her skin, right at the edge of the scar from her last pregnancy. She held the app so that the camera could get a good view, and as the invisible razor made its first past, golden pubes vanished from the avatar's plump puss.

It was fascinating to do it that way. To imagine some audience watching her shave her cunt. It felt like being naked and exposed in a way Sue had never felt anymore. Sue beamed with pride as she saw her bare pussy, hairless and ready for action.

"Now for that naughty little asshole..." the voice said.

Then the alarm rang.

Sue had the app closed and pants up in a second. As much as she enjoyed these sexual shenanigans, Sue Storm knew that "me time," had to give way to her heroic and personal commitments. Saving the world came first. Getting the kids to eat their vegetables came first. "Me time" wasn't a luxury, exactly; Sue had come to appreciate the app's little reminders and prompts too much to classify it as that. It was simply lower on the priority list than saving people's lives.

And higher than some other things.

Sue flicked the dirty underwear at Johnny Storm's face.

"You are old enough to do your own laundry, Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm!" Sue declared.

"Ooh, both middle names," Ben Grimm said.

Sheepishly, Johnny hid the unstable molecule jockstrap behind his back.

"Uh, sure sis. Sorry," he said.

Sue Storm grinned. "Thank you, Johnny. I appreciate it."

Back in the bathroom. Fifteen minutes until Sue had to make dinner. She would need to wash her hands before touching any of the food anyway. The app opened up.

"Hello again, sexy," the voice cooed in her ears. "Now let's shave that hairy asshole. You're going to have a lot of fun with that this week..."

Sue Storm liked the sound of that.