Jealous and Embarrassed

Sue Storm was stiff during the hug. She accepted her cup of tea without a word. Her cheeks burned constantly, from the moment Dr. Stone had opened the door.

A great deal of that probably had to do with Dr. Stone's dress. A soft, flowing blue. Her shoulders were bare, and the hem seemed to almost hang off of her nipples, held up in the back by a discreet band of flesh that merged into a choker. It put Dr. Stone's newly augmented breasts on display, to showcase the deep cleavage, the volume, the soft swell of the bosom.

For perhaps the first time in her life, Sue Storm felt the pull of the green-eyed monster within her. Her eyes hung off the sway and jiggle of those breasts—no, those tits. They should have graced the chest of a stripper or a whore. A high-class escort who only the best could afford. Cows would have mooed in shame and hid their udders against such unnatural perfection. Dr. Stone's tits were a marvel of modern medical science.

"Susan?" Dr. Stone said. "Have you heard a word I've said?"

"Perceived inadequacies in life lead to fixation on points of stress," Sue Storm repeated automatically. As a wife and mother, she had learned the art of being able to perfectly repeat the last sentence of any conversation in full, even if her mind was elsewhere.

"Exactly," Dr. Stone said. "I think you've become a little too focused on my own breasts. Are you jealous?"

"I—"

Sue wanted, instinctively, to deny the charge. Yet her demeanor shifted in mid-syllable, as though she had suddenly been punched in the brain. Dr. Stone's glasses had flashed in the light through the window, momentarily circles of fire. The Invisible Woman swallowed what she was going to say and admitted:

"Yes, alright, I admit it. I'm a bit jealous of your breast augmentation," she said.

"Which is something I think we need to address," Dr. Stone said. "If you can experience a temporary breast augmentation, it may clarify your thoughts as to whether you ever want to experience a more permanent procedure."

Sue blinked. She should have been taken slightly aback by Dr. Stone's suggestion, but somehow she felt calm and accepted the idea easily. Almost automatically.

"What did you have in mind?" Sue asked.

"The simplest version would be a saline infusion. The saline is allowed to spread through your breasts, which will temporarily swell with the additional fluid; as your body processes the fluid, your breasts will shrink down to where they were. Or we could go the medication route—I could write you a prescription for a hormonal cocktail that encourages lactation, and issue you a breast pump. A few weeks of that and you will experience some swelling, which could become long-term if you choose to continue it," Dr. Stone said. "Or there are some...more experimental options, available to superheroines like yourself. There's been some work down on a version of the saline infusion where the saline is first subjected to gamma rays, for example. If you want tits like She-Hulk."

Karla smiled, and Sue Storm smiled too. All those options sounded eminently reasonable, somehow. Yet as she thought about it, and her gaze remained fixed on Dr. Stone's impressive cleavage, the two orbs of thick flesh just hanging there like a pair of dirigibles rising from some soft blue clouds—Sue could only mumble the first thing that came to mind.