Sue Storm Is Being Trained As A Bimbo

The Invisible Woman was a fiercely intelligent woman. Not a genius on the order of her husband, but she held advanced degrees, was perceptive and analytic. Even without her powers, she would have been a credit to any scientific career field or business.

Right now, she moaned like a pornstar, her head empty of anything except the orgasms, rolling one into the other. Head empty of thought. Utterly unaware of the subtle mapping of her brain, targeting areas to attack.

A smart Sue Storm was not what Moonstone wanted. An instant bimbofication, however, would be noticed. Better to shave a few IQ points off here, amp up the libido there. Lead Sue Storm slowly but surely into a descent to idiotic whoredom.

The villain rubbed her own clit as she quietly erased several large words from Sue Storm's vocabulary. Nothing she would miss immediately. Nothing she couldn't relearn, in time. Her family would note her lapses, perhaps, and laugh it off. Until it became second nature to them. Until Slutty, Stupid Sue Storm was the norm.

Unaware of the plot against her person, the Invisible Woman's hips bucked. Her ass and pussy clenched. Unable to look away from the flashing lights, the pink swirls. Nipples like points of fire, hard and exquisitely sensitive and stimulated; a clit that quivered under the constant ****. Nothing in her career as a heroine had prepared her to resist such pleasure, and she welcomed it. Unaware of the neural links that were being surgically frayed, the slow growth of nerves to accentuate her sexual sensitivity.

It was diabolical. It could work. Even Doctor Doom, who had provided the technology to make this scenario possible, had acknowledged that the slow descent of Sue Storm into bimbohood had a real chance at success. He had enabled Moonstone's perverted plan.

Except there was one thing that Moonstone did not know about Sue Storm.