Sue Storm Gets Her Lips Done

The procedure itself was simple. Although being the Invisible Woman, Sue had more options than most.

"This procedure uses synthezoid cells, the same that make up the Vision," the S.H.I.E.L.D. cosmetic physician said. "The effect is visually similar to using collagen or fat transfer, no allergic response, and it won't affect your powers, but it's also permanent. We usually reserve this procedure for deep-cover agents. Are you positive this is what you want?"

"Yes," Sue Storm said.

And it was true. Sue had talked this over extensively with Dr. Stone. Her husband, Reed Richards, had been harder to win over, though he ultimately had no objection—it was her body, after all—and that was what this was about. Sue Storm taking control of her own body. Her own appearance.

There was pain, as the adamantium needle slipped in. Technology that could pierce the skin of the Hulk was overkill, but Sue appreciated the care and professionalism. Felt the pressure build and build. The added mass on her face. Unfamiliar. Uncomfortable.

Sue looked in the mirror.

It wasn't a small augmentation. Nor was it comically overfilled. Sue tried on a smile, and saw white teeth behind the plumper pillows that made her smile bigger, her lower lip just a little bit heavier. She ran her tongue over her new lips, testing the sensation.

Yes. She could feel everything.

"How soon—" Sue hesitated, not sure she could get the words out. Yet she had worked with Karla on this too. On expressing herself. Asking the questions she wanted to ask without embarrassment. "How soon can I engage in oral sex?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. doctor paused. He was used to oddly direct questions in his line of work.

"If you're using protection, like a condom or dental dam, then immediately," he said. "Avoid direct contact between body fluids and the injection sites. There will be some soreness. Bruising. It might hurt, but it won't affect healing. Synthezoid cells are durable."

Sue gave the mirror a sultry smile.

"Reed. Darling," Sue said, dressed only in a blue bathrobe, a white 4 over her left breast. "Do you like my new lips?"

"They're very nice," Reed said, without glancing up from his microscope. Sue's eyes narrowed. She turned the microscope invisible. He turned towards her, forehead crinkled in that way it did whenever he had to deal with irrational human beings.

"My love," Sue said, and she remembered how she had practiced this with Dr. Stone. Exactly what to say and how to say it. "I want you to take them for a test drive."

He blinked. Coughed.

"A-alright, well, once I'm—"

"Now, Reed," she said, and used her powers to peel back his pants. Without looking down, Sue reached down and grabbed that long, skinny prick that had made him her Mr. Fantastic, even before the accident with the cosmic rays. She met his gaze and held it. "And I'm not just talking a long, slow cocksucking while you think about anti-Pym particles or something. I want active involvement. I am your wife, and I demand that you fuck my face."

Reed Richards shook, taken aback by his wife's directness. She could almost see the question in his mind: was she a Skrull? Had a telepath taken control of her?

Sue's heart hammered as she dropped down onto her haunches, the robe coming undone as her tongue slid past her plump pillows to lick the tip of his superhuman dick. This is what she wanted. This is what she had changed her body for. To finally realize her dream of being a real slut.

And a part of her wondered what Karla would think of that.