Dr. Stone Feels Sue's Superheroing/Gooning Balance is Off

"Been enjoying yourself?" Dr. Stone said.

The psychiatrist wore a single long, loose, flowing white pantsuit with a plunging neckline and flaring sleeves and pants. With her blonde hair down, it made the doctor look like she had stepped out of 70s modeling advertisement. Sue Storm, in a tight blue Fantastic 4 t-shirt and low-slung blue jeans that exposed her midriff, felt positively underdressed in comparison.

"It's been a bit of a challenge to find 'me time,'" Sue admitted. "But honestly, I think it's done wonders for my stress. That sexual wellness app is just what I needed to carve out a little space to meet my own needs."

"Glad to hear it," Dr. Stone said with a genuine smile. "I know how difficult it can be to balance life as a wife, mother, and superheroine with your desires as a woman. How easy it might be for that balance to slip—"

Sue Storm's phone buzzed, as if on cue. The heroine smiled apologetically and checked it. The app flashed a message: ME TIME.

Looking at her phone, the Invisible Woman didn't see the glow from Dr. Stone's eyes as her powers activated. The gravimetric pulse hit Sue Storm's forebrain like half a bottle of champagne.

"You'd better answer that," Dr. Stone said.

Numbly, Sue Storm clicked on the app. A familiar blonde figure appeared on the screen. Naked. Legs crossed.

"Hey sexy," the voice spoke, and Sue Storm, eyes locked to the screen, didn't seem to notice that Dr. Stone was speaking at the same time. "It's time to pamper your pussy. I want to see you pump that tight twat for me for ten minutes."

Sue Storm would normally have refused the call. Instead, she hurriedly unbuckled her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Her slit was already wet; as soon as she heard the buzz, she had started to lubricate, like an obscene Pavlov's dog. Moonstone's eyes burned as she kept up the gravimetric pressure, Sue Storm's suggestible state making this all seem normal.

The Invisible Woman's fingers slid inside her freshly-shaved pussy, holding the phone with the other hand, angling the camera to show her pushing them in and out of her cunny.

"That's it," Moonstone said, her hand cupping her own crotch. "Give in a little. You deserve it. You need this..."

Sue Storm was busy plunging her fingers in and out of her tight, wet cunt. There was a counter on the app, and she was lost in the desire to run out that clock, oblivious to all else.