Sue Storm Decides to Go Bigger

"You're looking at a larger set of implants?" Reed Richards said.

"Yes," Sue Storm said. "I've been wearing the G-cup bra, and I was thinking a little bigger. An H-cup would be nice."

"I see," Reed considered and tapped away at the computer. "You normally wear a 34C or D. Breast implants are measured by volume rather than by cup sizes, you'd be looking at something like 800-1000 cubic centimeters to achieve the size you're thinking of."

Reed tapped a few buttons, and a holographic image was projected in the air between them. Implants of various sizes were displayed, from small clear silicone pads to bags bigger than Sue Storm's current breasts.

"We'll need to make them out of unstable molecules, to best work with your powers," Reed mused. "And they'll need to be durable, to avoid bursting if you're subject to impact. They do design implants for female athletes that are reinforced, but if I incorporate a vibranium matrix, I can increase the durability while retaining the size, shape, and density...that's assuming we don't want to try something more, well, organic."

Sue blinked.

"Organic?" she said.

"Clonal tissue. Skin, muscles, fat cells, nerves, milk glands...we can cultivate samples of your breast tissue in a shaped cellular matrix and then surgically augment your breasts using your own tissue. No chance of tissue rejection, although you will face natural problems with potential sagging as you increase in volume and mass..."

Mister Fantastic was lost for a moment in calculations, his fingers a blur over the keyboard as he programmed models of breast augmentation on the fly. The holograms of the implants disappeared to show a topless version of Sue facing her. Red lines appeared, breasts sliced away, new flesh inserted. The cuts re-sealed themselves.

The Invisible Woman stared at the vision of her with tits that were...well, tits. Not just breasts or boobs, but huge honkers. Soft, natural-looking torpedoes that jutter out from her chest but also hung a bit under their own weight, the underside pressed against the hologram's rib cage. They seemed to completely block the view of her other-self's feet. They were ridiculous, magnificent, proportions more appropriate to a specialty stripper or a cartoon character...well, maybe not that bad, but they definitely screamed boobalicious.

Sue squirmed in her seat, suddenly wet. She looked down at where the other-self's breasts appeared against her own padded, weighted bra. They were definitely a little bigger.

"How soon could I get them?" Sue asked.

"Well, if we set up the clonal beds this afternoon...a few weeks. It's not like growing a full body, you understand, we have to 3D print a cellular matrix and then implant the cells, encourage them to grow," Reed said carefully. "You'd have about a month. More time to get used to it, or to change your mind if you want a smaller augmentation."

Sue licked her lips. She had to tell Karla about this. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation. A part of her could hardly believe she was really doing this, but then again...why not? Her family was being supportive, her therapist.

Why shouldn't Sue Storm have gigantic gazongas?

"Thank you darling," Sue said, and walked through the hologram so that she could plant a kiss on Reed Richard's cheek. "You're so good to me..."

Her hand brushed his crotch. Reed blushed.

"Tonight," she promised with a whisper. "After you get everything set up. I am going to drain you dry."