The Mole Man Sees The Medical Potential of Sue Storm's Expanded Breasts

Past

It was Sue Storm's first mammogram. Dr. Elder had arranged private access to the University's x-ray machine, after hours. She blushed as she took off her shirt; it had only been a few hours since the expansion, and her shoulders had alreayd begun to ache. Dr. Elder did not look directly at her, conscious of his TA's embarrassment, but was **** to glance in order to give her appropriate directions so that the image would be clear.

The x-ray itself was anticlimactic, a moment of nothing happening, and then Dr. Elder telling her she could put her shirt back on.

"Fantastic," Dr. Elder said, as he examined the image on screen. "Look at this!"

One hand pointed at what, to Sue Storm, looked like a large blue balloon shot through with veins.

"I don't know what I'm looking at, doctor," she said.

"Fat, mostly," he said. "But this white bulge here is pectoral muscle, these are veins and arteries, milk glands...I had thought that this was an allergic reaction and that the growth was mostly due to fluid. But no. These are all cells and tissue. Healthy cells, too. No tumors or signs of scar tissue or damage. Your breasts are physiologically the same as if you had grown them naturally, only substantially larger."

Sue frowned as she parsed this.

"Which means this isn't going to wear off," she said.

"No," Dr. Elder admitted. "It would require surgical reduction. Which I am willing to pay for, when and if you decide that is an avenue you wish to pursue. However, I hope you would be willing to...assist with my research a little longer. The medical possibilities alone are tremendous. This could revolutionize breast rejuvenation, and possibly help treat some forms of breast cancer."

Sue's frown deepened.

"I'm not keen on being a guinea pig, Harvey," she said, his name slipping out easily.

"Of course not!" Dr. Elder said, looking up at her. He stepped forward, and to Sue's consternation, she momentarily lost sight of him over the curve of her new tits, and had to lean forward. "You're my partner! Your name will go on the paper, the patent..."

Present

Sue Storm sighed as she squeezed her tits together, enjoying the sight in the mirror of thumb-sized nipples rubbing against each other.

It had been her first publication. And her first patent. They had managed to isolate a compound from the fungus that could be synthesized. It led to advancements in breast rejuvenation treatments, along with cosmetic treatments. Sue Storm still received royalties based on that patent, and she suspected it was why the majority of heroines and villainesses filled out at least a D-cup bra.

Not that any of them could measure up to Sue Storm herself.

Harvey Elder had been persuasive, but Sue had to admit to herself that she simply enjoyed having big tits. Her massive milkers had made her life more difficult in various ways—so many people assumed she was a bimbo, and there was the chronic back and neck pain, the need for expensive custom bras—but Reed Richards had certainly never complained.

A pang of guilt ran through Sue. She had never really told Reed everything about Harvey. There were a few things she had kept from her husband, including the full extent of her and Harvey's relationship, and what they had gotten up to.