Reed Richards Grows Breasts

There was a particular outfit that Sue Storm put on. It was usually reserved for birthdays, anniversaries, or Valentine's Days. It was an outfit that was all about concealing more than it revealed. Pasties that barely covered her dark nipples and areola. A crotch-piece that revealed her freshly-waxed mons. Three-inch clear heels. To wear it was to be almost completely naked.

The collar was the last piece of the puzzle. Elegant, finely made. Pink and white diamonds in an inch-wide band around her neck that spelled out CUMDUMP. A degrading word that Sue chose precisely because she knew the effect it had on Reed, and what her wearing it meant for him.

Science time was over. Time to mate. Time to breed.

When Reed Richards stepped into the bedroom, intending to kiss Sue goodnight before heading to the lab, he found the elegant, near-naked wetdream that was his wife slink towards him. She pulled the lab coat off of him and let it drop to the floor. He stood rooted to the spot, his Mr. Fantastic already hard and pushing up past his navel.

Sue pulled the shirt over his head, but she didn't move to the bed. Not right away.

"Reed, darling," she said, voice breathy. "Would you do something for me?"

Her hands found his nipples. They stiffened beneath the pads of her fingers like little eraser-tips.

"Anything," he said.

Sue grinned. She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"I have a hypothesis," she whispered, and felt a shiver run down his spine. "I believe if you grow a pair of breasts, we can have a lot of fun."

Reed Richards blinked. Her stared at her, his erection swollen now as thick as her wrist and not softening at all.

"How big?" he said.

"As big as mine," Sue said.

Reed lowered his gaze. Sue felt the pressure against her hands, as the flesh pushed outward. Reed stretching the tissue, molding it mentally into shape. The firm, flat muscles of his pecs became soft, spongy, and warm beneath her touch. Until a pair of familiar tits hung on his chest. It should have looked ridiculous. Instead, it did something to Sue.

"Get on the bed!" she urged.

Her hands never left his chest. She pulled and needed his tits as she rubbed her pussy along the length of his shaft. His immense erection, pushed up between his new funbags, and Reed moaned as Sue filled her mouth with it, sucking the swollen anaconda with wanton abandon as she tugged at his nipples and frotted against the swollen ridge on the underside of his now elephantine prick.

The load that burst in her mouth was bigger and thicker than anything they had managed in months, and to her surprise, Sue didn't immediately turn her head and spit it out. She turned her jaw invisible so he could see her swirl the nasty spunk around in her mouth and swallow it. An invisible window let him trace the load all the way down her throat to her stomach.

After, sweaty and satiated, Sue lay the big spoon, still cupping Reed's boobs, her own sweaty juggs pressed into his back.

"Let's stay like this for a while," she said.

"Alright," he said. Then, sheepishly, he added. "I believe the experiment was a success."

Sue smiled and kissed the back of his neck.

"We'll have to make sure we can replicate the results," she said. "For science."