The Family Is Very Supportive

"I can't put my finger on it," Reed Richards said over dinner. "But there's something different about you today, Sue. Did you get your hair done?"

The rest of the family stopped in mid-bite to stare at Mister Fantastic. Sue Storm sighed. He could see the probability fields of electrons about an atom, but the gigantic G-cup tits that jutted from his wife's chest were beyond his immediate notice. That might change if she went through with such a surgery...but it made a good excuse to bring the subject out into the open.

"I'm wearing a special bra, Reed darling," Sue said, and the eyes at the table shifted to her. "I've been considering a breast augmentation. The bra is padded and weighted so I can see if I really want to go up to this size."

There had been some getting used to. The weight hadn't really been a problem when she had tried to G-cup bra on in the shop, but after several hours Sue could feel the strain in her neck and shoulders. The stares on the way home had been interesting, but she had found that trying to maneuver with a larger bust was more work than she had considered. Tonight was spaghetti night, and she had to adjust her usual seating position and lean over the table to avoid dropping forkfuls of pasta down her cleavage.

Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm had noticed immediately, but had said nothing.

"Why do you want bigger boobs?" Franklin asked.

Sue smiled down at her firstborn.

"Well, to tell the truth—mommy's been talking it over with my therapist. She thinks that mommy has some image issues that might be causing her stress," Sue said. She paused to let that sink in. "I...I don't know if I'm going to go through with it, but if it makes me feel better about myself, more confident..."

"Ya look great, Suzy," Ben said. "And ya know we love ya, no matter what."

"Absolutely," Johnny added. "Whatever decision you make sis, we've got your back."

"It's a big decision darling," Reed nodded. "And I'm glad you're taking your time and not leaping into something you might regret. It's important to gather evidence before making a major life change. When and if you do go ahead with a breast augmentation, we'll all do our best to help you however we can."

Sue Storm beamed. It was so wholesome a moment she could have cried a little. And did, tearing up a bit and letting out a sniffle as she murmured thanks for having such a loving and supportive family.

There was nothing for it then except a group hug. The only thing that weighed on the back of Sue Storm's mind was the definite feeling, though she couldn't tell who because of the extra padding, that someone had cupped her breast during the hug.

That night, as Sue was changing, Reed entered the bedroom and quietly shut the door. He wasn't wearing his labcoat. His smile was sheepish, almost like a naughty child. Sue Storm stood there in only her bra and panties and looked a question at her husband.

"I thought I might...help you gather some data for your analysis," he said.

Sue raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of data?"

Then she lowered her eyes and saw the outline of his cock strain against his Fantastic Four uniform.

"Oh," she said.

Reed let Sue be on top this time. They didn't even bother to fully disrobe, just pushed her panties to one side as he freed his long, slender cock from his trousers. She rubbed his cock-tip along her slit, smearing his precum and surprised at how wet she already was. There had been times during their marriage when she'd had to rub a dab of vaseline along her cooch just to take him without pain, but now—because of her tits, perhaps?—she was as wet and ready to go as Reed was hard and standing tall.

The straps of the weighted bra dug into Sue Storm's shoulders as she rose and fell. Reed stretched his arms to massage her shoulders and back as she closed her eyes and rolled her hips. It had been a long time since they had made love. A long time since she had felt him this...excited.

There was something endearing about his curiosity as he stared at her breasts as she rode him. His own hips began to twitch to synch up with hers, to pull down as she rose up, then to drive his cock deep as she fell. It had been similar to when they were trying for Franklin. As if he whad wanted to bury himself as deep as possible inside of her. Except there was more...ardor, now, as he watched her weighted bra flop. Sue wished her tits were real. That she could squeeze her nipples, feel the weight of those ginormous juggs flop about.

Reed gave a strangled cry and heave. Sue growled inwardly in soft disappointment at his lack of stamina...and as he leaked out of her, wet and runny, she wondered if these tits were really worth it. The pain of the surgery, the aftercare, the looks, the backpain. Even when she slept, she knew she'd have to sleep on her back or side.

Maybe G-cup was too big? she wondered, as she rolled off her spent Mister Fantastic.

Then something fantastic happened. Reed Richards, who so rarely took an active role in sex, got on his hands and knees between her legs. His arms stretched under her thighs to grope the padded bra as his tongue unfurled...and Sue Storm's eyes widened as he dipped down to her cream-filled pussy to finish what he had started, even as his eyes never left the weighty mounds on her chest.

Or maybe, she decided. G-cup isn't big enough?