Curious and Excited

The Invisible Woman's heart thumped. She wore one of her racier outfits today: a blue-and-white zip-up bodice that exposed her arms, shoulders, midriff and a good bit of cleavage, especially with her push-up bra; the tight blue gympants and sneakers made up the rest of her outfit, and showed off her long, toned legs to advantage. Sue felt bold to wear that outfit in public, though in truth it exposed little more than her normal Fantastic Four uniform.

Yet what had her on edge was the thought of what Dr. Stone—Karla—would be wearing.

As soon as the psychiatrist opened the door, Sue couldn't stop her gaze from dropping down...and then her mouth fell open.

The blonde woman wore a black pencil skirt, two-inch heels that added to her height, and a white silk blouse did nothing—absolutely nothing—to hide her new cleavage, or the fact that Karla wasn't wearing a bra. Sue could actually see the pink nipples against the pale fabric. The tits—there was no other word for them—were so much bigger, so much more prominent. They stood out from her chest, artificially high and round and...

Karla Stone sighed and leaned forward, to grab Sue's wrist and pull her into the room.

"Well, I see we're not getting any work done until we get this out of the way," Dr. Stone said with a smile.

She shut the door behind her, and then to Sue Storm's amazement began to unbutton her blouse. The Invisible Woman stood there shocked, frozen like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Unable to look away as more and more pale flesh came into view—until with a little flourish, Dr. Stone pulled her shirt white—and Sue gazed at those heavy, round breasts, juggs, tits...

"Take a good look," Karla offered. "I certainly didn't pay all that money for people not to appreciate them."

"They're incredible," Sue said, as she felt she had to say something. Her blue eyes were fixed on the tits. "I don't...I don't even see any scars."

"A new technique. They went in through my armpits to inject them—no messy scars. They're actually still pretty sore. I'm supposed to massage them regularly for the next few weeks."

Sue stared entranced. Utterly ignorant of the halo of light that played, barely visible, around the psychiatrist's golden hair.

"Can I..." Sue hesitated, unwilling to put her thoughts into words.

"Touch them?" Karla said. "Go right ahead. Just be...gentle."

The Invisible Woman's hands raised. Her heart hammered. It was so weird. Here she was, standing in her psychiatrist's office, and the other woman was topless and inviting her to touch those magnificent tits.

Just the pads of her fingers brushed the nipples. Sue sucked in air as the little pink nibs began to swell. Gently, Sue's fingers circled the areolae. She hardly dared to breathe. Karla's smiled like the cat that got the cream. Her eyes narrowed, but the light from them almost glowed through the lids. Sue Storm didn't even notice. She was entranced as her fingers slid up the sides of the massive mammaries, until her palms pressed against the bottom of Karla's tits and lifted them up. The weight...

"Do your shoulders hurt?" Sue said, and the words came out before she realized she was speaking out loud.

"Oh, I'm stronger than I look," Karla assured her. "Really, when I first thought about getting an augmentation, I practiced with different breast forms and padded bras first. Wanted to see what I would look like at my target size. I actually decided to go up a cup. 36G."

"G-cup" Sue gasped. After breastfeeding two children, Sue often wore a 34D bra, as she did today. Which had always felt more than adequate.

Until now.

Now she felt distinctly inadequate.

"Now..." Karla began, and Sue Storm was so lost touching those tits that she was open to nearly any suggestion.