Doom Is Intrigued

Sue Storm left the session with Dr. Stone elated. More energized and excited than Moonstone had ever seen her. The idea of soon filling out an H-cup had the once demure heroine giddy as a schoolgirl whose encounter with puberty was like an 18-wheeler with no brakes headed down-hill at a line of nuns.

The villain's **** smile faded the moment Sue Storm was out of view. She looked down at her own enhanced rack, realizing that in a few weeks she would actually be smaller than Sue.

"I've created a monster," Moonstone said as she returned to her desk and collapsed into a chair. "A titty monster."

Her hand reached for the tea cup, then scowled and went to the bottom drawer, where it returned with a bottle of Johnny Walker black label. She was just pouring herself a sip when Doctor Doom's holographic head appeared over the desk.

"Status report," he ordered.

So Moonstone told him. How she had successfully fixated the idea of an increased breast size on Sue's mind. How her husband had, unexpectedly, come up with a solution that would leave the Invisible Woman with frankly ridiculous breasts, though not unmanageable ones. Doom listened intently, and despite the fact that his head wasn't really there, his eyes within the mask seemed to track her hands as she poured and sipped.

"Interesting," he said. "Richard's methodology has...potential."

"Potential?" Moonstone said, as she felt the liquor burn a path down her throat.

"His method of enhancing Sue Storm's bust is sound. However, I can improve upon it."

Moonstone's nose crinkled.

"You want to make her tits bigger? She's already going to be bigger than me!"

Doom's gaze seemed to smolder as he fixed on Moonstone's breasts with an intensity that she found disconcerting.

"At your current size," he said levelly. "There is nothing that Richards can do that I cannot do better."

Moonstone's mouth dropped open.

"You...want me to go bigger?"

The Latverian monarch said nothing. Mind obviously awash in calculations at the technologies that would be involved. Anything to prove his superiority over Mister Fantastic. Moonstone had the sudden sensation of a pit opening up in her stomach, as if she had suddenly gone weightless. This was not what she had signed up for. Yet she knew she was in too deep to back out now...and a small, quiet part of her was curious. Maybe even excited.

"How...how much bigger?"

Even to herself, the words seemed hollow. Because trapped as she was, Moonstone knew the answer:

As big as Doom wanted her to be.