Sue Storm Confesses Her Fascination With The Idea of Bigger Breasts

Karla greeted her with a hug. For a moment, as those bodacious boobs squished against her own, every thought seemed to evacuate Sue Storm's brain. Yet the moment passed, and Dr. Stone stepped back to welcome Sue back into her office.

"How are you feeling?" Sue asked, unable to contain herself.

"A little soreness, and I'm still getting used to not sleeping on my stomach," Karla said. "But in truth, I love my new breasts. They make me feel so much more like a real woman..."

The heroine's gaze lingered on the subjects of the conversation as they took their seats. Karla poured them each a cup of tea. She wore a familiar white blouse today...but what had once been flattering to her bosom now barely contained them. The buttons strained to hold the taut material back, and there was no sign of a bra. Sue could clearly see not just the nipples but the areola of each tit through the material.

"Normally when I go out, I do have a bra on," Karla said, as if she could read Sue's thoughts. "But since it's just us girls..."

Sue nodded and sipped her tea. She felt the warm blush spread across her cheeks.

"I've been...thinking a lot. Since the last visit," Sue said. "About my own breasts. It's really been on my mind, lately. Sort of...distracting me from my work."

That is when Sue told Karla about how she'd been using her invisible **** fields to fake bigger breasts. How subconscious it was. How it had been a struggle to keep from doing it when she held the Wrecking Crew down.

"Well, that isn't good," Karla said, then took a sip from her own cup. "You've experienced breast growth before, haven't you? Puberty. Maternity."

"Yes. Nothing like...well, not like you," Sue's face burned. "I wasn't the first or the last girl in my class to get boobs. And when I was breastfeeding Franklin, and then Valeria, I did experience some growth. You know I was a B-cup as the Invisible Girl, but I'm a D-cup as the Invisible Woman."

It was a weak joke, when Sue was staring at G-cups. Cup-size wasn't everything, and Karla's chest was broader, but the titanic tits were large, prominent, set high on her chest without any sag at all.

"You liked that, though, didn't you?" Karla said. "Being bigger, I mean."

"Yes," Sue admitted. "I guess it was a little confidence-booster, after I'd gained weight during the pregnancies."

"Maybe you always had that desire, deep down," Karla suggested. "To be bigger. Maybe now that we've been looking into the source of your stresses, that issue has started to become more...prominent. Of course, one thing about using your powers in that fashion is that it gives you a level of control. I can't just turn these off when I want to go for a jog, for example."

Sue blinked. She hadn't even thought about jogging. What bigger breasts would mean for her exercise routine. What living with big tits would actually be like.

"Maybe that would help," Karla said. "With your distraction issues. If you can experience what living with bigger breasts is like for yourself, your subconscious mind might be satisfied...and maybe your conscious mind can better determine whether you'd like to pursue a breast augmentation yourself."

Sue blinked again. She saw Karla's hand slip into her shirt, saw her pull out a card, like a conjurer's trick, from her cleavage. The light from the window was very bright at the moment, the sun must have hit at just the right angle. Dr. Stone's glasses were twin glowing circles as she pushed the card into Sue's unresisting hand.

"Before I underwent surgery, I tried on special padded, weighted bras for a few days. Women use them to determine how big they want to go. Some find they don't like breasts that big, others decide they can go bigger. It will be good for you, I think, to stop by. I'll give them a call..."

Sue remembered nodding. Remembered another brain-evacuating hug. Yet she barely remembered the rest of the session, or her feet taking her to the small shop. Karla had called ahead. The grey-haired Black woman had taken her straight from the lobby and into the back room, where there were weighted bras of all sizes, all in a uniform beige.

"Now then," the woman said. Sue's gaze flicked to the name tag on the orange sweater the woman wore. Josephine Robinson. "How big are you now?"

"Between a 34C and a 34D, depending on my cycle," Sue said. She blinked and shook her head. It almost felt like she was waking up.

"And how big did you want to go?" Robinson said.