Sue Finds She Can't Control Herself

It began that night, after Sue Storm had tucked the children into bed, cleaned the sand from beneath Ben Grimm's reinforced chair at the dinner table, and reset the fire alarm in Johnny's bedroom, which he had disabled again. Reed Richards, as was his wont, was in his lab, trying to convince Hank Pym that extrapolating Tigra's DNA to generate real Japanese catgirls was unethical and violated numerous laws, and functional hermaphrodites were doubly so.

She lay down to bed wearing only a t-shirt, not even bothering with panties. Eyes closed, breathing slowly, imagining sheep jumping over a fence, their fluffy white fleecy forms like little clouds with black faces...

Within half an hour, Sue had kicked off the duvet and sheets. Her t-shirt clung to her body, wet with perspiration. The sheep had given way, gradually, to naked catgirls. Some were sleek Siamese, others fluffy orange big beautiful women with jiggly breasts and thighs; ragged, slutty alley-catgirls and dark, regal Maine Coon catgirls with a proud ruff over their chests that highlighted their paler boobs.

Then one of the larger catgirls got caught on the fence. It was almost comical how her arms and legs squirmed for a moment, claws extended, tail high. Then the pale golden furry ears picked up, she sniffed the wind...and a sleak, tigrish figure with orange fur and black stripes came up on her from behind.

Sue saw the stiff, comically immense prick that jutted up from Tigra's crotch. Saw the transformed heroine's fingers draw a sticky white dribble from her tumescent tower of masculine flesh and lick it off with neat, catlike motions. Then the leap...the fence broke beneath their weight...and Tigra was on the golden-furred catgirl, rutting and yowling with the fierce devotion of a tomcat and a bitch in heat rolled in one.

The Invisible Woman's breasts rose and fell, nipples hard. She moaned in her sleep. Though there was no one there to see, an invisible rod slid between the wet folds of her labia, and a vibrating invisible sphere pressed against her clitoris.

It was unconscious. Automatic. And though Sue Storm did not yet know it, this irresistible urge would follow her into her waking life as well.