Sue Storm Wants To See What Her New Body Can Do

Age had its psychological drawbacks for women. Society had taught them from a tender age to value youth and all that came with it. Grey hairs, wrinkles, sags, cellulite, stretch marks—these were all things that men and women were inculcated to believe were undesirable, ugly, unattractive. Which is why millions of women around the world chased their fading youth with makeup, exercise, dieting, surgeries, hair dyes.

Even the Invisible Woman wasn't immune to this longstanding propaganda. Her daily exercise routine and lifelong diet had been about more than keeping in good physical shape for her adventures; her costumes were designed to hide the tell-tale signs of pregnancy and aging; her morning beauty regimen involved a vast array of creams, unguents, and pills of which her beloved husband remained entirely ignorant.

As a biologist, Sue had studied the science of aging. She knew, more than most, the options that were available to women—and there had been hard choices she had to make, about how far she would and would not go. Sue had never opted for a breast augmentation or tummy tuck or vaginal rejuvenation, much less gamma irradiation treatments, mutant stem cell injections, and various other procedures that had to deal with dark science and magic. Sue Storm had accepted Reed's slowly dwindling sexual interest as one of the prices she paid for aging gracefully and naturally.

Now—now she had her youth back. A body better than she'd had in her twenties. Stronger, more beautiful. With it came a rekindling of desires that she had given up to age and a placid, friendly marriage. Now, old fantasies resurfaced. Physical limits she had long ago accepted now looked like they could be overcome. Her pussy burned with need as she thought of all the things that only Reed Richards and his elastic cock could do to it. Sue's mouth watered as she imagined taking that dick deep, overcoming her gag reflex at long last.

In brief, Sue Storm felt hot and wanted to fuck.

The only obstacle to the carnival of carnal delights she had planned was Reed Richards himself.

"The sensor readings from that tachyon burst are fascinating," he said. "I believe the ray actually collapsed several possible adjacent timelines, none of which had the potential energy to manifest in this one, which resulted in—"

Sue Storm's hand dropped, palm out. The fingers clutched. Across the lab, Mister Fantastic suddenly grew silent as he felt invisible claws cup his balls. Not ungently, but not without the promise of more **** if need be.

"Reed. Darling. Love of my life," Sue said, as her costume suddenly went invisible. She stood in front of him, a naked, chiseled, blonde goddess, as immaculate as an ancient Greek statue of some goddess of myth and legend. "I propose a series of tests: we're going to explore this body's sexual stamina. These tests will require your full and undivided attention until we're finished collecting all the results."

Mister Fantastic's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"That sounds...strenuous..."

Sue's smile would have done a cat proud. She gave a tug, and Reed Richards followed her straight to the bedroom.