A Few Days Later, When Sue's Panties Don't Fit

Despite her immense powers, Sue Storm put her panties on just like any other woman: sliding one foot through a hole at a time, then pulling them up until they snuggly hugged her—

The Invisible Woman paused as she heard elastic snap. She stared down at the plain white panties, her fat panties, the unsexy ones she normally saved for her worst periods when she was bloated and unable to fit into her regular pairs. They had been the only thing that still fit, and now the elastic had given up as Sue had tried to tug them up to her hips, her thicker thighs and bigger butt too much for the cloth and elastic.

"Fantastic," she swore, as she yanked the ruined panties down and tossed them toward the trash can.

It wasn't just her panties, Sue knew. None of her bras fit, either. Over the last couple of days, her breasts were sore and tender, but more than that, they were bigger. The once-dark nipples were pink and puffy, the once softly-sagging breasts of a mother now looked like a teenager from one of those Japanese cartoons that she'd had to punish Franklin for watching. She had gone from a comfortable C-cup to at least a DD or E cup—from oranges to cantalopes. Her hips were wider, buttocks firm and muscular, too, giving Sue an exaggerated hourglass shape.

Ironically, it was the kind of body a younger Susan had dreamed puberty would give her. Now, actually living in it, all she felt was frustration at the clothes she'd outgrown or outright destroyed with her stupid big tits and ginormous ass.

With a sigh, she looked at what costumes she had left that would fit. There wasn't much. Her maternity wear could handle her new breasts, but was tight in the chest and she lacked the stomach to really pull off the middle.

"Although if we keep going at it like rabbits, that might change," Sue whispered, laying a hand on her abdomen. She remembered what it had been like as a teenager, the periods of intense horniness that overwhelmed all rationality. It was something else again to relive it. Sue had made more demands on Reed in the last couple of days than the last ten months, and she was glad that he lived up to his name in the bedroom, because if he hadn't, Sue wasn't sure what she would do.

As it was, she shrugged into an ill-fitting maternity dress and stomped off toward the unstable molecule loom, determined to manufacture something that could accommodate her new curves.

Ben Grimm was sipping his morning coffee when he caught sight of Sue's outfit. One stony eyebrow rose toward the ceiling.

"Suzie ain't pregnant again, is she?"