Sue Storm Is Encouraged To Masturbate More

Dr. Stone greeted Sue Storm with a hug, and before the Invisible Woman knew it she was back in her familiar chair, a cup of tea in her hand, going over every detail. It was almost automatic. Sue paused to sip her tea, and thought how long it had been since she'd had a close female friend that she could just...unload on. Of course, Dr. Stone was a professional psychologist, not exactly a friend. Yet Sue felt a great deal of relief just being able to put her feelings and experiences into words.

"So, Doc, what do you think I should do?" Sue asked, as she wound up her long week.

Dr. Stone smiled at the familiarity. She set her own empty teacup down. There wasn't a hair out of place, the straight golden hair in a tight bun. The sweater over her breasts was rather tight too, to outline the rather generous bust. Sue blinked as she realized she was staring at the soft hint of collarbone that led down to the doctor's deep cleavage.

"What do you want to do?" Dr. Stone countered. "What is your body telling you?"

"I...I need to get fucked," Sue said, the dirty word brought a frown from her.

"You need to orgasm," Dr. Stone corrected her. "If your husband isn't up to the task, you need to step up your own efforts to find sexual relief."

"I'm..." Sue wanted to argue, then stopped. Then she admitted: "I don't know what to do."

"You've been viewing pornography every night?" Dr. Stone asked.

"Yes," Sue confirmed.

"And you enjoy it?" Dr. Stone raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Sue said, and felt a little heat come to her cheeks. She hadn't told Dr. Stone about her focus on breasts, or how often her sexual fantasies had drifted toward the buxom blonde over the last week.

"Have you touched yourself during these sessions?"

"Sometimes," Sue admitted.

"Well, you might want to do it more often, and for longer. Studies have shown that women need an average of ten minutes of self-stimulation to reach climax," Dr. Stone said. "Do you think you can do that? Set aside ten minutes a night for masturbation? Think of it as homework. Because self-care doesn't just happen. It requires real work. I want you to try to climax at least once every night. Don't go to sleep until you do."

Sue Storm gave a little smile. "I can try. Definitely the most pleasant homework I've ever been assigned."

The beep of the Invisible Woman's emergency communicator cut off the rest of the session. Dr. Stone stood up and they hugged goodbye, as the heroine went off to save the world once again.

Moonstone waited until the door was shut to give a wicked smile. She had barely even needed to use her powers that time. The suggestions seemed to be working well.

When the Fantastic Four did finally arrive home that night, it was splattered with an unmentionable goo. The Mole Man had decided to come back to find some missing Moloids from last week, and had brought slime monsters. Slime monsters! The heroine didn't even hug her children goodnight until after she had gone through the decontamination shower.

Reed, for his part, looked even more worn out than his wife. His body sagged in odd places as he let his control of her elasticity lapse. In other circumstances, it would have been funny. Only Sue ever got to see him like that, his skinny, gaunt frame exaggerated as gravity caused rubbery muscles to hang in folds and flaps, his testes like a pair of golf-balls down between his knees. Yet as he slid gratefully into bed, Sue slipped into the bathroom.

She had homework to do.

Seated on the toilet, Sue opened her tablet and browsed, one-handed, toward videos of big, busty women. As her view filled with luscious, swollen tits, Sue's left hand stroked her pussy. The sexual frustration of the past week seemed to make her tired body even more sensitive. It it wasn't long before her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her tired eyes drooped as sluts on screen had white splashes of jizz glaze their huge tits, juggs, boobies. A part of Sue wished she could be there to lick and suck that salty cream off those swollen mounds, teats, mammaries.

An image of Dr. Stone's breasts flashed in her mind's eye.

Sue's hand left the tablet. She had to bite her knuckle to repress a scream as an electric wave pulsed through her. Every muscle in her crotch seemed to contract at once, and then flared outward throughout her body. She shook and quivered, toes curled, silver stars seemed to burst behind her eyes.

Tears came out of the Invisible Woman's eyes as she sagged against the sink in utter relief. Her long spell had been broken. Her clit burned from the sudden ****, but Sue didn't care as she pushed herself up to clean the puddle she'd left on the toilet seat. It was a few minutes later when she sank, exhausted but grateful, into bed beside her husband.

Utterly forgetting that she had left the tablet on the sink, with the porn still playing silently.