Sue Storm Is Subconsciously Embarrassed of Her Feelings For Dr. Stone

With an effort of will, Sue Storm turned her clothes back to visible. Yet she could do nothing to hide the red flush of embarrassment across her cheeks. She clenched her hands into fists on her knees, white-knuckled with frustration. Here she was, one of the most powerful women in the world and acting like...like...a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher.

"It's quite all right, Susan," Dr. Stone said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, I think it might be good if we spent this session talking about why that happened. Does the t-shirt embarrass you?"

"No...it's not that," Sue said.

Dr. Stone raised an eyebrow.

"Do I embarrass you?"

"No!" Sue insisted.

"Would you like to take off the t-shirt? Just for this session," Dr. Stone suggested.

Sue Storm thought about sitting there in just her bikini top. She felt the flush on her cheeks creep down toward her neck.

"It's not like I haven't seen it already," Dr. Stone said dryly. "But perhaps it would help you if I took off my shirt? That way we'll be even."

Dr. Stone was dressed very informally for her. A long tunic of Egyptian cotton over loose black silk pants like pajama bottoms. Before Sue Storm could say anything, the blonde psychiatrist stood up and pulled the tunic over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Sue stared at the tim stomach and well-developed shoulder and bicep muscles that spoke of hours at the gym. At the full breasts which were a touch larger than Sue's own, though there was no sign that Dr. Stone had ever had children, the nipples being small and pink.

The flush crept to Sue Storm's ears.

"There. Isn't that better. Come on, take it off," Dr. Stone said with a relaxed smile.

Chagrinned, Sue pulled the shirt over her head. She was shocked when she felt Dr. Stone's hands on her bikini top. Through the fabric of her shirt, the Invisible Woman could almost see two glowing eyes.

"Now Sue. Breathe deep. You can smell me on the shirt, can't you?" Dr. Stone said.

Moonstone's implants buzzed maddeningly in her head, yet the shock of the gravimetric pulse had made Sue Storm momentarily as docile as a kitten on catnip. The villain pulled the top off, the better to get at those milkbags, with the dark, puffy nipples.

A thought came to Moonstone. A test of how far her suggestive powers could go.

"Susan," Karla said, gently squeezing her client's breasts in her hands. "You're lactating. Your milk is coming in."