Sue Storm's Weight Is Increasing

The Invisible Woman's breasts weren't the only things getting bigger.

She had noticed the increase in appetite that night, when her she'd gone back for an extra helping. Then at midnight, when a grumble in her stomach and a yearning ache had brought her to the fridge, to chug down half a gallon of milk and some cheese and crackers. In the morning, Sue taken one look at her swollen, sore boobs and had resolved to watch her diet more carefully.

Yet even after spending most of her adult life on a diet, Sue couldn't seem to help herself. Even if she could muster the will to avoid late-night snacking, she always seemed to give herself a too-generous portion—and to lick the plate clean. Worse, there was an odd lassitude that took her. Even though she kept up her exercises in the morning, after every meal she felt drowsy and laid down for a nap—sometimes only woken when H.E.R.B.I.E. announced meal time.

The small robot was more conscientious of Sue Storm's changing body than she was. He was aware of the slow gain in mass, not localized entirely to Sue Storm's breasts. Within a week, her hard-won abs were covered by a soft squishy layer of fat. While her muscle mass did not decrease, her body mass shifted as fat cells began to multiply, so that defined muscles became softer, smoother arms and legs. The few lines in her face seemed to fill in. Her buttocks, always firm, began to develop the soft beginnings of a hang where they touched the top of her thighs.

Sue was too preoccupied with finding something to contain her growing tits to notice how tight her underwear began to tug into her flesh. Unable to wear most of her tops, she was not immediately aware of how the soft flesh above her hips began to blossom into the beginnings of muffin tops. Without mentioning it to the Invisible Woman, H.E.R.B.I.E. began to incorporate elastic into the unstable molecule fabric pants and skirts that Sue preferred. Combined with the unflattering oversized t-shirts or sarongs that hid her growing juggs, much of Sue's body was hidden from her view.

However, there was no way to hide the scale in the bathroom, and its readouts.

"150 pounds!?" Sue Storm swore as she looked at the readout. "I was 130 a week ago!"

"Correction," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "At your last known weigh-in before infection with the mutagen, you weighed 124.3 pounds."

Sue Storm poked at the soft layer of flab that had been her flat stomach. She couldn't believe it. She was actually getting the beginnings of a pot belly. Plus her breasts were tremendous...

"How big am I?" the Invisible Woman said. She stood topless on the scale, and turned around. The red lines of a laser scanned her breasts.

"Approximate breast size is 34K," H.E.R.B.I.E. said.

The Invisible Woman stared down at her enormous tatas. She couldn't believe it. They stuck out of her chest like a pair of soft melons, each bigger than a baby's head. And they hurt. Sue could feel the strain of them in her neck, shoulders, and back, and had tried to switch her exercise routine to build muscle to offset the increased mass. She looked down at the huge fleshy masses and could hardly believe that only a couple weeks ago she had been a 34C who would D-cups when bloated. Now her old bras would barely cover her nipples, which had stretched and paled as her tits expanded.

"Is this another effect of the mutagen?" Sue asked.

"Probability 94.8%," H.E.R.B.I.E. said. "Increased caloric intake and slowed metabolism except in growth areas is leading to overall weight increase. Warning: prolonged weight increase in this fashion can lead to significant increase in health risks, including onset of obesity, diabetes, gout..."

"So what do I do about it?" Sue said. "Have you come up with a cure for the mutagen yet?"

"Negatory," H.E.R.B.I.E. replied. "Porkum's seminal fluids have an extradimensional component that defies analysis so far. Consultation with wider superhuman scientific community encouraged."

Sue chewed that thought over. A part of her was embarrassed at how easily she'd been dosed with Porkum's mutagen and didn't want to admit it to anyone. Yet she was running out of options. "Reed and the others aren't do back for another two weeks. If I gain 25 lbs a week, I'll be a blimp by the time they get home. Is there any other option besides calling for help?"

H.E.R.B.I.E. froze in place. Logical pathways ran down several exotic options.

"There is an option," H.E.R.B.I.E. said finally.