Sue Storm Is Getting Younger

"Biologically, your current age is 25," Reed Richards said. "And dropping."

The Invisible Woman blinked. "How is that possible?"

"I thought that the tachyon burst had enhanced your cellular regeneration," Mister Fantastic said as he tapped on a flat screen, showing an image of her cells. Then it zoomed in. "But the telomeres are actually lengthening. Your body is effectively growing younger."

"I've got Benjamin Button syndrome? How fast?" Sue said. "I'm not going through puberty again, or reverting to a fetus and disappearing or anything like that?"

Reed shook his head. "The process seems to have stabilized somewhat. You should have six years before you're biologically a teenager again."

Sue Storm stood. She found it hard to sit down. Her body had so much energy. Old pains and creaks in her joints had disappeared. The Invisible Woman never thought of herself as old, but in this beautiful restored body—she remembered what it had been like, before two successful pregnancies. When she had thrown herself into adventures without a care in the world.

Her hand went to her abdomen. She still remembered what it felt like, those nights when they had been trying for children. After Valeria was born, Reed had lost interest, and Sue had felt her own libido settle. Now...now she felt...some of the old heat.

She glided over to behind her husband, who was studying a chronal flux diagram, Sue Storm's body rotating in the view. Her hands came to his shoulders. With the relaxation of long familiarity, he leaned back into her hands as thumbs and fingers dug into the flesh.

"I think a pulse of anti-tachyons will reverse the effects," he said.

"Do we have to try it out right now?" Sue said, her voice low and breathy.

"Well, I'm not sure what the mental effects of the transformation will be," Reed said. "The biological changes can affect behavioral changes. Changes in hormone levels alone—"

Sue Storm spun her husband around in his chair. The sight was one he hadn't seen in years. Smooth skin. Blue eyes that flashed with danger, want, and need. Fully, pouty lips that were twisted in need.

"—need to be addressed. Immediately," Sue said as she slid into his lap.

It wasn't like Sue to be proactive about sex. Yet as she began to grind against him, her lips dipping down to meet his, Reed Richards felt the heat of her pussy against his prick through the think skein of their costumes. One arm stretched out to lock the door.

The other activated the lab's recording functions. This encounter should provide some fascinating data.