Reed Richards is Excited

"Oh...wow."

His brown eyes went wide. Then they did something that only Reed Richards could do. They telescoped. The eyeballs stretched out, remaining parallel to each other, moving around like prehensile tentacles as they examined Sue Storm's bra-enhanced bosom from every possible angle.

Sue blushed. She had stripped to the waist, in the privacy of his lab, to get Reed's opinion. His response had not been cautious optimism or disgust, but the sort of absorbed interest he normally reserved for particle physics behaving badly.

"Remarkable," he said. "They look so impressive on your slim figure."

"Really?" Sue said. "You don't think they're too much?"

"Not at all," he said eagerly.

Then he frowned.

"Of course, current surgical techniques to achieve such size and shape are suboptimal. Especially if you decide to go bigger," he said.

"Bigger?" Sue repeated, showing some of her own eagerness.

Reed nodded.

"Most women who go for breast implants end up aiming for a larger size than initially intended. And implants these days are often designed to be over-inflated to achieve greater size or shape. But...hmm," he stroked his chin.

Then one arm stretched out and returned with a set of calipers.

Sue Storm sat very still as Reed measured her tits with greater care and precision than he approached any aspect of her anatomy since her pregnancy. She felt the heat on her face, flattered and aroused by the attention, the undivided interest from a husband who so often found Sue less interesting than whatever he was staring at through a microscope.

"I have," he said at last. "An idea."

"Oh?" Sue Storm said, feeling the infectious excitement in his voice. At the moment, she was prepared for almost anything. She'd let Reed gather the Infinity Gems to give her back-breaking tits if he wanted. Fortunately, as it turned out, Reed's idea was not quite so drastically ambitious.