Sue Storm Has Never Considered A Breast Augmentation

"Perhaps you should," Dr. Stone had left her with those words.

The Invisible Woman thought about the question as she returned to her daily life. In truth, the reason Sue hadn't thought of a breast augmentation was simple. Nature had been generous. She had graduated from university wearing a 32C bra; after two kids and a lifetime of diet and exercise she wore anything between a 34D or 34DD, depending on her weight and where she was on her period. Many superheroines had the physiques of Olympic-level athletes or women bodybuilders—with almost no body fat. If they wanted tits, they had to pay for them.

There were exceptions. She-Hulk, of course, had always been rather impressive in the chest department; Sue chalked that up to a gamma-irradiated physiology that seemed at least part wish fulfillment. Privately, she wondered if some of the X-women didn't have access to a mutant power akin to second puberty, it was the only way to explain how women like Psylocke existed. Supervillains, she knew, had access to advanced medical technology via AIM and other unethical organizations—supposedly, according to Janet van Dyne, that was how Spider-Woman got her impressive D-cups.

Yet Sue Storm had always been confident in her own bust. She had time to consider that in the shower, at the end of the day. Her hands rubbed the bodywash into the soft mammaries. The nipples were a little darker, the veins were a little more prominent, and the hang a little heavier than they had been in her college days. But as she sluiced the suds off of her body, Sue was still a little proud of her breasts, the care she had taken of them. Good genes (cosmically enhanced), plenty of exercise, not too much rough handling—

That brought a frown to her face. A part of her wished that Reed had been more hand's-on when it came to her breasts. They were one of her major erogenous zones, yet he seemed to think of them as nothing more than milk jugs for feeding the babies. She'd even heard him call them "udders" once.

Sue threw herself on the bed. It was time for her exercises.

When the Invisible Woman had first started her kegels, her pelvic floor had felt sore the next day. Nowadays, however, as she slid the invisible egg past her pussy lips, she felt fine—it was even somewhat comforting to have that presence inside of her. She closed her eyes and contracted her muscles, held it. Counted slowly. Relaxed. No pain, no discomfort. Like someone held a finger inside of her. Sue took another breath and, on impulse increased the size of the "egg" inside of her. Gasped a little as it pushed against her vaginal walls. A much more definite presence within her.

Once again, Sue contracted her muscles. It was harder this time. She could feel the strain. Like two fingers that pressed hard against her pelvic floor. Sue could almost imagine those fingers atttached to a hand, the hand to an arm—and the beneficient face of Dr. Stone as she smiled at Sue. Her eyes calm and reassuring. Those magnificent breasts, already D-cups as large as Sue's own, if the heroine was any judge.

Going to get bigger. How much bigger? What kind of implants?

Sue bit her lip. Eyes closed, her hands came up to grope her own breasts through her shift. Her pussy squeezed on the invisible ball inside of her as she imagined Dr. Stone's fingers inside of her.

Two weeks was a long time. Sue Storm pawed at her breasts and her thighs quivered as she finished her exercises. She hadn't thought about a breast augmentation before...but she was certainly thinking of it now.