Sue Storm Makes Up An Excuse

"It...it wasn't like that," Sue Storm managed at last. Her face burned with embarrassment. She couldn't tell her family the truth, but she also didn't want them to think she'd been **** or something. "I...I didn't have my costume on, okay? Just my civilian clothes. And those don't have unstable molecules so I just...took them off. Figured I could stay invisible until I got home."

The eyes of the men widened with surprise...and then relief.

"Well, sheesh," Ben Grimm growled. "Wasn't expectin' that, but at least ya wasn't...ya know."

"You picked a heck of a time to be sunbathing, sis!" Johnny Storm said, his grin infectious.

"That is a relief," Reed Richards said as he gave her hand a squeeze. "Well, I'm sure you had a good reason. We'll say no more about it."

Sue Storm was shocked. They had swallowed the little white lie entirely. A surge of relief went through her. It was all going to be okay.

In Mysterio's lair, the Invisible Woman sat, naked, strapped to a chair with the virtual unreality device strapped to her head. Doctor Doom stood rigid, arms clasped behind his back, the producer to Mysterio's director. Already the theatrical villain was tweaking the scenario. On the screen, they saw the Invisible Woman in the simulated Baxter Building, relieved that her deception had been accepted.

"You have, perhaps, a few hours before the Fantastic Four realize she is missing," Doom said as he monitored the Invisible Woman's vital signs. "What is it that you hope to achieve?"

"An Invisible Woman who suddenly appears nude in a crowd is a wardrobe malfunction," Mysterio said. "But what might break the Fantastic Four apart? An Invisible Woman who embraces a nudist lifestyle! Who challenges the preconceptions of a paternalist society! The press will eat her alive. But first, we have to ease her into it. This little session will help relax her to the idea that nudity is accepted by her friends and family."

"Yet her actual friends and family remain unaware and, presumably, unaccepting," Doom said flatly. "The reactions of the real-world Fantastic Four will quickly unravel your manipulations."

"Ah, but Doctor!" Mysterio said with a theatrical flourish of his arms. "That's the art of the thing! You'll see! By the time Sue Storm is truly exposed for all to see, they will have **** in the matter..."

"For your sake, Mysterio," Doom said soberly. "You had better hope that is the case."

In her home, Tess Tempest waited impatiently as the Mad Thinker scraped a few pubic hairs from the crotch of Sue Storm's costume. The porn star was naked, as was her wont. The Mad Thinker wore a full-body green garment, his wild shock of brown hair carefully controlled by a hairness, a mask on his face, gloves on his hands as he pulled skin and hair samples from the unstable molecule fabric.

"Is it enough?" she asked.

"The DNA samples are plentiful," the Mad Thinker said. "Once cultured, they should be more than sufficient to provide a supply of Mutant Growth Hormone for your needs."

"And then," Tess whispered with a smile. "I'll have Sue's powers and her costume."

The Thinker's eyes flicked towards her.

"As long as you keep up your end of the deal."

Lewdly, Tess Tempest spread her thighs. One hand reached down to her crotch, where she splayed the lips open, the pink insides glistening and wet.

"Oh, trust me. I'm wet, willing, and ready when you are, darling," Tess Tempest's smile was cold and wicked. "I love fucking intelligent men."