Reed Richards is Perturbed

"So," Sue Storm held her hands behind her back, pushing out her chest to emphasize the weighted falsies on her breasts. "What do you think?"

"That's—a bit much, isn't it?" Reed Richards managed at last.

The Invisible Woman's sudden appearance in his lab had taken Reed's attention away from some fine instrument he had been tinkering with at the desk he was seated at. His eyes had gone wide—literally, the orbits stretching and the eyeballs bulging out slightly as he adjusted them to get a better look at her enhanced chest.

Sue Storm frowned, unhappy at his response.

"I don't see the point in getting a breast augmentation just to be disappointed in not going big enough," she said. Her eyes studied his face as his eyes returned to their normal shape, though his expression remained incredulous.

"It's just such a massive change," he said. "You'd have to change your whole wardrobe—the weight of them would hurt your neck and back—and it'll change how people see you."

The Invisible Woman's lips went into a tight line. She stalked forward, practically shoving the weighted bra into his face. In truth, she could feel the strain in her shoulders and neck already, but she wasn't about to admit that to Reed.

"What does that mean?" Sue insisted. "Is it going to change how YOU see me?"

"I...look, Sue, you know I love you. Just the way you are," he said. Still seated, he tried to back away. "Even if you're unhappy with your breast size, you don't have to turn yourself into some kind of...big-breasted bimbo!"

Her hand moved without conscious thought. The impact traveled all the way up her arm as it met Reed's face. Sue Storm trembled in sudden anger. His own eyes were open in shock.

"It's my body, my choice," she said stiffly. "I was hoping my husband would at least be supportive."

Sue Storm trembled as the red imprint of her hand appeared on Reed's cheek...and a wave of regret went through her. Tears appeared in her eyes as she began to tremble. Automatically, Mister Fantastic stood up and reached forward, his arms wrapped around her as Sue buried her face into his shoulder, her false breasts pressed between them.

They rocked there for a long moment, and Reed Richards tried to think of the right thing to say to heal the momentary rift between them. Yet in his heart, he was perturbed at this sudden, uncharacteristic display of emotion, the way Sue seemed insistent on achieving such a ridiculous size. His mouth formed a thin line, suddenly suspicious as to whether this was a genuine desire on Sue's part or whether some enemy had influenced her.