Sue Storm's Body Has Become Perfect

"Normally, your cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology has helped keep you in top physical form, in addition to your rigorous diet and exercise. However, that function of your powers seemed to be enhanced. Every test shows that your physiology is acting at theoretical maximums," Reed Richards said. "Cellular regeneration has increased 200%. Telomeres are repairing themselves. I've only seen these kinds of readings in Captain America and the Black Panther."

Sue Storm's brow furrowed. "I'm a super-soldier?"

Reed's smile was tight. "In a manner of speaking. The regenerative capacities are repairing the effects of age. You're approaching theoretical physical prime, and you may be able to maintain that...indefinitely."

The Invisible Woman absorbed this information carefully.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she said at last.

"We'll need to monitor it, to make sure there aren't any deleterious effects," Reed said. "However, for the moment, you seem to be, for lack of a better word, perfect. How do you feel?"

"I...feel healthy? Full of energy? Like I want to go do things," Sue said. Then she stretched, her breasts, now perkier than they had been two kids ago, threatening to pop out of her bra. "And I need to go shopping. If I'm going to have a smoking hot body, I might as well have clothes that fit!"

Skinny jeans. Crop tops. Thongs. High-heeled sandals. All the clothes that a prim and proper mom trying to hide the flaws in her body would never wear.

Sue Storm was armed with a credit card and a figure like a supermodel, and the doors to New York's fashion outlets opened for her. Sue admired her figure in the mirror as she tried on increasingly daring styles, to show off her body. There were perfect chiseled abs visible where yesterday had been a flat toned stomach criss-crossed with the fine lines of stretch marks. Her breasts hadn't shrunk, but they were higher now, jutting out slightly, exquisitely sensitive. The dark areola had lightened back to a pink color before she'd ever been pregnant.

Except even when Sue was young, she didn't look this good. Her proportions had never been this perfect. The hourglass waist, the flaring hips, the booty, the tits...she stared into the mirror, entranced for a moment by her own reflection. With a body like this, she could be a model or an actress...or even a porn star. The thought made her smile, and she saw perfect white teeth, no hint of imperfection there, either. Sue wasn't sure how that was possible, yet there it was.

"I'll take it," she told the employee helping her. "And I'll wear it out."

It wasn't just Sue that had noticed. Men, and a few women, cast envious glances as Sue left the store wearing considerably less than she had going in, hands full of bags, a smile on her face as she noticed the eyes on her. She put a little more sway into her walk, her steps became bolder. There was a confidence in her that she had not felt...well, almost ever.

Superia's drones followed Sue Storm discreetly. The villain watched with satisfaction as Sue Storm embraced her new form. Unaware, as yet, of the psychological effects that accompanied her physical transformation.