Sue Storm Continually Imagines Herself With Bigger Breasts

The Wrecker and his crew started a small crime wave that week, attacking professors of Norse mythology, linguists in ancient Nordic languages, stealing books and artifacts from libraries and museums. As Thor was preoccupied, the Fantastic Four took the lead in the case. By Friday, Reed had determined that the Wrecking Crew was attempting to secure some powerful Asgardian artifact, and the Fantastic Four had split up to stake out each of the four sites the villains might potentially hit next.

This was how Sue Storm found herself, after hours, in the Museum of Natural History's storeroom, protecting something called the Inwood Stone.

The storeroom also contained an ancient, ornate mirror. Sue Storm stared at her reflection now. Hands abover her head, chest thrust out. Unlike the outfits of some heroines, the basic Fantastic Four uniform did little to emphasize the exact contours of Sue's breasts—but it did give an impression of mass. As the hour approached midnight, when Sue should have been in bed, her pussy pleasantly exhausted after a bit of fun starting at big tits on the internet, now she was here.

In the few off-moments between being a mother and trying to track down the Wrecker, Sue had spent some time researching breast augmentations. The subject had begun to haunt Sue's dreams. Nothing as realistic as scalpels and blood. She had images of herself with a bicycle pump, the nozzle inserted into each nipple, with each thrust of the plunger inflating her tits like balloons. Ludicrous, silly...but it wasn't just her dreams.

She stared into the mirror, and turned to the side. Saw how her breasts pulled away from the slim waist, the collar tugged down by the larger bosom she sported. An invisible layer between her breasts and her bra gave her the appearance of a little more up top. Sue hadn't remembered when she had started to do that. Her subconscious playing tricks on her, perhaps. She had caught herself doing it more often these days, often forgetting she had done it at all until she caught a glance from Johnny or Ben, or the sight of herself in a mirror like this one.

Not too big. Not as big as Dr. Stone. But...bigger than she was now. Perkier. Fuller. The kind of juggs that Sue had dreamed of when she was going through puberty. Which seemed ridiculous. Sue's research had shown what women dealt with when it came to breast implants. Larger breasts strained the muscles on the back and neck. Made it difficult or impossible to sleep on the stomach. Normal implants could burst in a car accident, or a fight. Even the high-impact implants favored by athletes and MMA fighters weren't immune from that kind of treatment.

Of course, Sue had heard that A.I.M. and other criminal groups had technology for enhancing superheroines. Something so that She-Hulk could punch Titania right in the ta-tas without a messy burst of silicone, or the Punisher could shoot Anaconda without a boob deflating. The Invisible Woman wondered if, after all, she could ask Reed—hypothetically—about what kind of breast augmentation would be most suitable for a cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology with an active, adventurous lifestyle.

Then the mirror cracked. Sue instinctively raised a **** field as an enchanted crowbar burst through the concrete wall behind the mirror and its surface; shards of broken glass sprayed harmlessly against the shield, and she went invisible. One hand tapped her communicator in Morse code, to silently alert the rest of the Fantastic Four that the Wrecking Crew were here.

I wonder what he would say if he saw my big tits, Sue wondered idly as the wall collapsed, and four broad-shouldered, well-muscled men in garish costumes entered the room. Sue stepped out of their way, even as invisible blades cut bootlaces. Their sudden trip and collapse was almost comical...and then an invisible wall fell on them. Pinned against the floor, without the leverage to use their superhuman strength or swing their enchanted weapons, the villains could do little but curse the unseen figure who trapped them.

Invisibly, Sue cupped her breasts. The downside to using invisible **** fields to pretend was she couldn't do that and keep the Wrecking Crew bound at once. She couldn't deny the sense of loss that came when she felt her own small tits beneath her palms—not that she had thought of D-cups as small a week or two ago. Yet now—why not dream bigger? The technology was there. Sue could have breasts the size of cannonballs. Tits to put She-Hulk to shame. She could have the sexy body she'd always dreamed of...

Reed and the others arrived before Sue's self-control wavered. Before she dropped the **** field that held them pinned to feel a pair of invisible bowling balls stretch her costume's top to bursting. Yet it was a near thing. Perhaps the only thing that stopped her was how solid her **** fields were. That was unsatisfying. They didn't, couldn't, jiggle at all. That was something only real tits could do.

Just a silly fantasy, Sue Storm told herself. Yet she knew she'd have a lot to talk about with Karla at their next appointment.