Doom Is Displeased

"...they're already growing! In a couple of weeks, I'll have breasts out to here!"

Sue Storm held her hands in front of her chest to emphasize the size of the clonal tissue. Dr. Stone gave a wan smile.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're so excited about this," Dr. Stone said. "And that your husband is so supportive. That's all the time we have for now, but we'll meet again next week."

The Invisible Woman left, a spring in her step, a smile on her face. As soon as the door closed, Moonstone's face fell. Her subtle manipulations of Sue Storm's psyche had been effective. What she hadn't counted on was Reed Richards actively collaborating to give his wife a colossal pair of tits.

Moonstone undid her blouse, and then her bra. Her own breasts still ached. She didn't regret her own breast augmentation in the least, it was a perk of working with Doctor Doom. She sat down at the desk and fetched the bottle of Johnny Walker black label from the bottom drawer. As she poured herself a shot, the thought came to her that based on what Sue said, she would actually end up bigger than her. That felt...wrong, somehow.

The whiskey was in mid-swallow when Doom's holographic head appeared above the desk. Moonstone sputtered as the liquid went up and down the wrong pipes. She coughed as the liquid burned her sinuses and esophagus.

Doom did not seem to care.

"I am displeased," he said. "Your task was to break the bonds of the Fantastic Four. Instead, you appear to have reinforced them."

Moonstone coughed again. Her cheeks burned, and she was aware she was topless. Somewhere on the desk there had to be a camera. Doom's hologram looked like he was staring straight at her tits.

"These things take time," the blonde managed. "She's already become open to cosmetic surgery. I can work on that. Push her limits. Until we Richards can't take it anymore..."

"And if you are wrong?" Doom's voice was cold. "That fool Richards is besotted. He could easily be enamored of her expanding charms..."

"Well, what if I used that?" Moonstone said, as her mind raced. "We could...schedule couples therapy. Talk about the upcoming surgery. I could convince Richards to come in on his own. Work with both of them, manipulate them."

There was a hint of desperation in her plea—Moonstone knew what happened to those who didn't hold up their end of the bargain with Doom. Yet the cold eyes of the Latverian monarch seemed to consider the idea.

"You will have to be careful. Richards is...intelligent. He will not be easy to manipulate," Doom said. "Still...we will see if you are successful. Pray that you are. Or else your new assets shall serve me in a different way."

The hologram vanished. Moonstone's hand shook a little as she poured herself another shot, and she sipped it slow. Not sure what was scarier—that she had just committed to manipulating Mister Fantastic, or that Doctor Doom had plans for her new tits.