Have Sue Storm Consider Her Own Breast Augmentation

"...thinking about getting your own done?"

There was something about the way Dr. Stone said it that struck a chord, deep inside of the Invisible Woman. As if several things that had been on her mind for weeks suddenly resolved into a single note. She stared down at the great, firm breasts in her hand, and felt her own modest mammaries could be...the same size.

Maybe even a little bigger.

"Just think about it," Dr. Stone's tone was calm, and strange lights seemed to play on her breasts beneath Sue's fingers. That had to be a trick of the light from the window, yet the blue eyes of the Invisible Woman seemed locked on the mighty mammaries. "No need to rush. When you go home tonight, take a little while to research your options. Find out what is right for you. How big you want to get."

"Big," Sue repeated. The word fell out of her lips, automatically, unconsciously.

"Yes, size is definitely an important aspect. I thought very long and hard about how big I wanted to go. They say many women, when they give it every consideration, go for a little bigger than they first planned. Did you know I wanted to stop at a DD cup?"

Sue's mouth was dry. She was like someone entranced. Didn't see the drop of blood that oozed from the corner of Dr. Stone's eye as she used her gravitic powers to keep Sue in the suggestive state as long as possible. To really fix the images and ideas into the heroine's brain.

"You can try it out," Dr. Stone said huskily. "Use your powers. Make your shirt billow out. Imagine what you would look like with real tits."

The word was like a slap. For a moment, as Sue Storm shivered, Moonstone thought she had gone too far.

Then Sue's shirt began to push out. Hesitantly, at first. The fabric grew taut as the two apples on her chest became oranges. Rounder, more spherical, but not out of place on her figure. The buzz of the implants in Moonstone's skull made it hard to think now. She stared down as slowly, achingly slowly, the invisible tits began to grow. To distort the shirt grotesquely. Until they hung, as big and round as Moonstone's own g-cup breasts, though they seemed larger on Sue's slimmer frame.

They stood so close to each other that their tits almost touched. Sue Storm's face flushed crimson. Moonstone could barely think, the buzz was so loud in her head. The room began to spin around her as Sue's nearly spherical juggs pushed further...hard nipples showed on the outline of her shirt. The collar stretched taut. The invisible tits were almost the size of Sue Storm's head, and...

Dr. Stone pitched forward. Sue, fortunately, was right there to catch her. The buzzing in the villain's head stopped as consciousness briefly left her, and Sue's invisible rack vanished as she suddenly held the topless psychiatrist in her arms.

Sue blinked, confused. She had...she had been...then she realized what must have happened.

"The poor woman," Sue whispered to herself. "Trying to go back to work too soon after major surgery! She should be at home, resting."

With a thought, Sue summoned an invisible recliner so that Dr. Stone could lay back and relax. The heroine quickly took the doctor's pulse, and found it strong, her breathing slow and regular. The heroine noted the bit of blood...had Karla hit her head when she went down?...and grabbed a tissue from the desk to mop it away.

Within a few minutes, Dr. Stone blinked awake. Her hand went to her head. Sue Storm held out her shirt.

"I appreciate you keeping our appointment, Karla," Sue said. "I really do. You've given me a lot to think about. But you can't help your patients if you're passing out! You just had surgery. I want you to go right home and get some rest."

Dr. Stone was too weak to protest. Not even when Sue insisted on walking her three blocks away to the apartment that Doom had set up for "Karla Stone." The villain looked grateful at Sue Storm, but didn't dare to try and use your implants again, not until she'd had time to rest.

"Thank you Susan. I hope...I hope to see you again next week."

"You will," Sue confirmed.

As she walked away, Dr. Stone blinked as she realized something was different about Sue Storm. Something that suggested her little nose-dive had not been entirely ineffective.

Sue Storm's shirt showed a little invisible padding.