Eager and Supportive

"So...how big are you going?" Sue Storm asked.

The Invisible Woman had waited until Dr. Stone had said hello. They had shaken hands. Sat down. Sipped their tea. Then the words tumbled out.

Dr. Stone's smile was knowing. Gloating.

"Massive," she said. "It's an experimental procedure. I decided, when I finally determined to get bigger breasts, that I didn't want to do it by half measures. It'll be a major surgery, a major lifestyle adjustment. A lot of people will judge me based just on my breasts. And you know what?"

Karla leaned forward. Her blouse fell open, and the cleavage, which looked ample enough to Sue, was bared. Her voice, when it came to Sue Storm's ears, was like a childhood friend sharing their deepest, darkest secret.

"I want that. I want people to see me and think sex. I want to be desired, I want tits that are ridiculous and physics-defying."

Sue Storm's eyes went wide. Her heart hammered in her chest. She had spent all week thinking about Dr. Stone's augmentation, and after sifting through her emotions, all she could say was:

"That's...so...awesome!" Sue grinned wide. "I'm so excited for you. Tell me everything!"

So they did. Despite Karla's occasional attempts to steer the conversation back to Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman was focused on the details of the psychiatrist's upcoming breast augmentation. Karla grinned and told her. The mutant stem cell infusion. The slow, constant regeneration factor that would prevent stretch marks and increase the strength of her pectoral, neck, and shoulder muscles, the structural support to her spine. All to enable sizes normally impossible while retaining full sensation.

"I did think about traditional implants," Karla said, her hands held out in front of her chest as if imagining a pair of basketballs bolted onto her chest. "But when I heard of this procedure, I knew I wanted to volunteer."

Sue Storm nodded. She was on the edge of her seat. Karla smiled. She wasn't even using her powers. Something blossomed in the Invisible Woman's mind. Her excitement was genuine. The possibility of such tremendous surgical alteration had, instead of disgusting her, awoken something approaching a kink.

"When is your operation?" Sue asked.

"Next week," Dr. Stone said. "So this will be our last regular appointment for a while. But I was wondering if..."

She bit her lip. The only sign of nervousness she had showed. Of vulnerability. Sue Storm's heart fluttered.

"...if you'd like to help."

"Of course!" Sue Storm said.