Sex Toys

"Avengers Assemble," Dr. Stone said with a smile, and indicated a small wand of gold with red highlights. "This is a StarkTech Personal Companion. Same technology as Iron Man's repulsor field generators, tuned for the female anatomy."

The psychiatrist had laid out a number of such devices on her desk, and Sue Storm watched in increasing disbelief.

"The Hulk 2025—don't let the size intimidate you, the synthetic skin is highly compressible. Perfect 1:1 mold from the real thing in all of its angry glory, but it actually feels like a loofah. The length and girth are wonderful, for those who like that really deep sensation."

Stone's slim hands moved to a long black rod, rounded at both ends.

"Wakandan vibranium combined with Inhuman whispertech. Perfect for stealthy self-pleasure; it absorbs every sigh, every moan, every scream and translates it into increased vibrations."

There were more. A slim alien shape made of soft white and blue coral tipped with fronds; an Atlantean pleasure-giver. One looked like one of Spider-Man's spider-trackers, modified into a clitoral buzzer, sold by a boutique Etsy seller called MJ2099. What looked for all the world like a severed human tongue, but which was apparently a piece of Wolverine held within a specialized adamantium clamshell designed to prevent regeneration: a tongue that was available for cunnilingus on demand.

Sue Storm bit her lip, not sure how she should respond.

"There's just so...many," she said, a little color flooding her cheeks as she imagined actually using any of these. She wasn't without some experience with marital aids, but this was...well, more than she had ever expected.

Dr. Stone smiled. Her lenses flared, and Sue suddenly leaned on the desk, lost in consideration of the assembled sex toys.