H-cup

The words came out of Sue Storm's mouth in a rush. Bigger than a G-cup. Bigger than Dr. Stone.

The Black woman smiled broadly, and fetched the heavy padded bra down. Sue Storm used invisible hands to help her remove her shirt and bra, the Invisible Woman's own hands shook with agitation and excitement. Her dark nipples were hard as the other woman helped slip the bra on, the weight settled on her shoulders and Sue could find her torso being pulled forward.

"This is a 34H. These are quite heavy," the Black woman said. "Not many women go this large. It's not just the mass, it's the shape and size—they affect how you move, how you hold yourself. You'll need to practice walking, running, how you bend over, how you sleep."

Sue Storm nodded as she looked at herself in the mirror. These weren't just breasts. These were tits. Her pussy squeezed and a dribble ran down her leg. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this wet—this excited—and she hadn't even touched herself yet.

"You should wear this for at least a few weeks," the old woman continued on. "Acclimate yourself. You may experience neck and back pain, difficulty sleeping. Some women have spoken of night terrors...waking up and feeling as if they had something sitting on their chest. Your shoulder and neck muscles will increase in size in response to the weight."

The Invisible Woman nodded. Then she asked a question that weighed on her mind.

"Have any women regretted going bigger?"

That strange, enigmatic smile again.

"A few. Health issues, lifestyle changes—and, above all, the way people treat them. People notice their breasts. It affects all of their interpersonal relationships. Husbands, family, friends, colleagues..."

Sue stared at herself in the mirror. With her shirt back on, her tits looked as big as She-Hulk's, but on her smaller frame, they looked proportionally more massive. Half the size of her head.

She wore the bra out. The woman who could go unseen at a whim found herself the focus of unwanted attention. Men and women stared at the blonde as she strode confidently toward her home. It made Sue Storm's stomach flutter, even as the heavy weight of the bra dug into her shoulders.

In the elevator, she went invisible. Not because she was embarrassed about her new bra, but because she didn't want a conversation with Johnny or Ben or the kids about this. Not yet. No, she wanted to see what Reed Richards thought of his wife with H-cup tits.