Sue Wants To Overcome Her Gag Reflex

"I want to overcome my gag reflex!" Sue Storm blurted out.

Immediately after she said it, the Invisible Woman covered her mouth with her hand. She fought the sudden urge to go invisible, just disappear from view, pretend she wasn't even here. The heroine couldn't believe she'd just said that...and to a veritable stranger.

It had started before Sue and Reed were married. Even before the accident that gave them their powers, Reed had been Mister Fantastic to her. The long, skinny beanpole of a man had a cock to match. Seven and a half inches of slender phallus. They hadn't had sex before marriage, but they had fooled around...and Sue had come to enjoy making Reed cum with her mouth. They had enjoyed it even more, after they had learned to control their powers. The way she could make her mouth invisible so he could see it sliding in. How he could make his dick thicker, longer, with warty bumps or other shapes. It was every dildo she might ever dream of at her disposal, every night.

Except try as she might, Sue had never been able to take all of him. When the ladies from the X-Men and the Avengers got talking about deep-throating their lovers, the Invisible Woman would just smile demurely and sip her wine cooler and...she had always wanted to do better. To take Reed all the way.

Dr. Stone smiled, and sat up straighter. She leaned forward, and her lips parted to show her teeth.

"That's a wonderful goal!"

Sue blinked. "It is?"

"Of course! So many women are sexually repressed, unwilling to acknowledge their own sexuality, much less do anything about it!" Dr. Stone actually seemed excited. "I've had clients—some quite famous—who had so much trouble having sex because they couldn't come to terms with the fact that like any other skill, it requires work. People don't just go out there and have great sex. It takes time and effort! Achieving your goal might go a long way toward relieving your stress and raising your self-esteem. It's a concrete goal that is eminently achievable."

"Oh," Sue said. Her face burned, but her hand dropped from her mouth, the urge to fade from view gone in the wake of Dr. Stone's obvious enthusiasm. The Invisible Woman wasn't sure how to handle that. "Are you, um, sure I can do it?"

"Absolutely. In fact, I think I'm going to give you a demonstration."

As she said this, the psychiatrist stood up. She wasn't really much taller than Sue, but in her heels and standing when Sue was sitting, she loomed over the heroine. The doctor's glasses slid down to the tip of her nose as she stared down at her client.

"This is an exercise in trust, and a demonstration," Dr. Stone said. "You need to trust me that I know what I'm doing, and you need to see that I can achieve results. Are you willing to trust me?"

Sue blinked rapidly. This was all so sudden. The sun through the window hit the doctor's hair and lent it a kind of luminescent glow.

"Yes," Sue said.

"Good. Now, you're right-handed?"

The seated heroine nodded.

"Excellent. Grab your left thumb with your right hand, and tug it. Not hard enough to hurt yourself, but you need to feel it."

Sue did as she was told. Hands in her lap, she gripped her left thumb and pulled, fingers tight.

"Now, open your mouth," Dr. Stone said.

The Invisible Woman's heart pounded as she opened her lips. Dr. Stone's fingers slid into her open mouth. Deeper and deeper, they moved as if to avoid touching the tongue...until Sue felt the knuckles against her top teeth, folded fingers against her lower lip. The tips of Dr. Stone's fingers pressed against the back of Sue Storm's mouth, and Sue knew she should be gagging, vomiting...but she didn't feel the urge to do so.

"This is a known physiological response to suppress the gag reflex. It's a trick I often teach patients who have anxiety at the dentist's office," Dr. Stone said softly. "But I'm using it to show you that your body is not your enemy. That you can overcome your own limits. Together, we'll make it so that you achieve your goal!"

Dr. Stone pulled her fingers out of Sue's mouth slowly. There was lipstick on the psychiatrist's hand, and a funny taste at the back of Susan's mouth. The psychiatrist poured the dregs of the tea into a cup and handed it to Sue, who swallowed the bitter liquid gratefully as the psychiatrist seated herself again.

"Now, to do that on your own, you're going to need practice. Lots of practice," Dr. Stone said.

Fifteen minutes later, as Sue Storm left the office, those words still buzzed around her brain.