Sue Storm's Breasts Grow

Present

The Invisible Woman remembered how she had taken a deep breath. How her chest had expanded as her diaphragm lowered, lungs stretching. The deep tingle that had gone through her body, focused especially on her nipples. It had been a strange, giddy sensation, because she hadn't been able to quite let the breath out. Her chest had felt oddly heavy, her breathing short, her body hot.

Then had come the ping.

Past

The button on her shirt popped off and hit a plastic lampshade. Prof. Harvey held the young woman as she gasped, staring wide-eyed as her shirt stretched and stretched, her bra suddenly too tight, the straps digging into her back and shoulders and breasts. With surprising strength, the short man had placed her on the couch, but the room spun around her and the pressure grew and grew...

Another button pinged off, and her shirt parted to expose the too-tight bra, yet Sue continued to have difficulty breathing. She gasped for air.

"Miss Storm!" Dr. Elder said. "Forgive me, but I must..."

It was a front-latching bra, plain white and unremarkable. His stubby fingers caught the exposed clasp. It was like a boobavlanche. Immediately, the soft, pillowy masses of what had once been small, pert breasts exploded outward. The pressure on Sue's chest vanished, and as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch.

"Amazing," Dr. Elder said. "A most remarkable allergic reaction or mutagenic effect. Hopefully, it will subside in a little while."

Present

The Invisible Woman turned her top invisible, to stare at her tits. All these years later, and they had not subsided, not at all. Her hands hefted the warm, soft, pillowy masses. She had barely been a B-cup when she had started at university, and by the end of that semester, her breasts had settled into the E-cup range. Sue had even received offers to do modeling, though she had turned them down. Dr. Elder had been incredibly apologetic—no doubt concerned about what the school would say if they learned about the accident—but Sue had managed to pass it off as a growth spurt.

"I was just a growing girl, after all," she said, kneading her tits before the mirror, letting her thumbs play with the nipples through her shirt.

Dr. Elder, of course, had been quite excited by her response. Sue could still remember his reaction...