Sue Storm Buys A Photo of a Topless Woman And Puts It In Her Bedroom

The Invisible Woman did not take the most direct route home. She felt oddly lightheaded, her steps dragged, and there was a weird futter in her stomach. She hoped that she wasn't coming down with something, or that she was in for a heavy period. Normally, her hormonal birth control took care of that, but she'd had to stop taking it some months ago at the recommendation of her doctor. Not that it mattered much; Reed hardly looked at her that way anymore...

Her steps took her to an art gallery. In university, Sue had haunted museums and galleries, thrilled to see real art. As a wife, mother, and adventurer, Sue rarely got the chance to get around to a gallery or museum. Which was unfortunate, since she was finally in a position where she could actually afford some of the works on the walls.

So she took a few minutes studying the work on display. Vintage midcentury paintings that were probably Chinese-made fakes. Muddy watercolors put out by some retired politician. Stately old oil portraits taken from some grandmother's attic, still heavy with varnish. Yet Sue was drawn to the back of the gallery, through a beaded curtain, into...an area set apart.

There was a young woman there, skinny, ribs visible, wearing only a bra, a long pleated skirt, and a shapeless felt hat. She smiled as Sue came in. Sue smiled back, automatically, but her eyes were on the works on display.

They were large, incredibly detailed photographs in black and white. The smallest was the size of a four-sheet movie poster. The chosen subject, the female form. Nude women, their heads cut off by the top of the photograph, so that it gave the impression of headless, naked torsos in various postures, sometimes with props, makeup. One female figure was crucified. Another was seated, elbows resting on her knees, her vulva on prominent display. A third held a bowling ball, cradled in her palms, just above her mons. As if she held a gravid abdomen.

Yet the one that drew Sue Storm's attention was a truly massive photograph of a buxom woman's breasts. Each enormous tit was the size of a beanbag, and the photo itself had to be twelve feet long and eight feet high. There was only one wall of Sue and Reed's bedroom that could accommodate it. The price was...something exorbitant.

"I'll take it," she said aloud, and pulled out her Alchemax black card.

Sue Storm personally oversaw the installation. Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm were drafted to hold it in place as Reed Richards went to work with a laser level, to make sure that it was perfectly placed. The men of the Fantastic Four exchanged odd glances with each other, doing their best not to stare at the immense tits Sue Storm was mounting on the wall. The photo so detailed that they could make out the individual pores on the skin, the little bumps of the milk ducts around the tire-sized nipples.

When they were done, the Invisible Woman stood back and stared at it with a sense of deep, personal satisfaction.

Ben Grimm scraped one stony finger along his jaw.

"It's, ah. Nice," he said. "Not exactly somethin' the kiddies should see."

"They were both breastfed," Sue said dismissively. "Anyway, they won't see it. No need for them to come in here, after all."

"If you say so, Suzy," Ben said. "Any reason you picked out this one, though?"

"It spoke to me," Sue said. "Isn't it beautiful?"

There was muttered agreement from the men. Perhaps Sue did not notice the quick glance they shared, the mute agreement that now was not the time or place. All she knew was that she felt...content.

For now.