Sue Storm Is Willing To Get A Breast Augmentation To Save Her Marriage

It was an absorbing subject, once Sue Storm got into doing the research. There were implants, certainly; bags of saline inserted into the breasts for cosmetic purposes. Some of those were reinforced, for women athletes who needed additional durability. Beyond that, however, were the procedures reserved for superheroines and villains. Clonal cell injections. Vibranium-silicate gels that felt and looked realistic but were almost indestructible to normal punctures. Tailored genetic mutagens. Cybernetic implants covered with synthetic skin. Fat grafts with psychic surgery. The possibilities seemed almost endless, nearly magical...if price was no barrier.

There were drawbacks to consider, of course. Back, shoulder, and neck pain. Varied recovery times based on the extremity of the procedure. Some of the processes left relatively little sensitivity in the nipples, or removed the ability to breastfeed safely, not that Sue was considering getting pregnant again. Scarring, potentially. Interference with her powers was always a possibility. Many of those drawbacks, however, could be overcome with the proper medical technology.

Sue Storm ran 3D simulations of herself with larger breasts. Some of the depictions of her with comically oversized boobs looked ridiculous. Others, with more modest but still substantially larger busts than what she had currently, looked realistic. At least, as realistic as the She-Hulk's gamma-enhanced physique, which coupled heavier breasts with a toned and otherwise nearly fat-free physique.

Finally, Sue stared at her floating image, one with breasts twice the volume of her modest 34C-cups now, and realized that she had already made her decision. Now it was just time to inform Reed about it.

"Darling," Sue said. "I've been doing some thinking, and research. And I've decided...I'm ready to get a breast augmentation."

Reed Richards tore his gaze away from a cosmic microscope that was currently fixed on an anti-graviton particle. His eyebrows raised. A slow flush began to cover his cheeks.

"How big?" he said.

"Well," Sue shifted her weight back and forth and crossed her arms under her breasts. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I thought...maybe it might be a good anniversary present. For the both of us."

Reed Richards smiled. It was not the kind of smile that Sue saw on his face often. Not the kind of grin when Reed was kidding with Ben Grimm, or playing with the children, or laughing at one of Tony Stark's off-color jokes. It was the kind of smile she had only seen in the bathroom when a truly nasty thought crossed his mind, and his genius brain became fixated on something unspeakably filthy. The last time Sue had seen that smile, she'd ended up pregnant from Franklin.

"Do you trust me?" he said, stretching himself to wrap his arms around her as the rest of his body caught up.

"Yes," Sue said, honestly. Though her heart hammered in her chest.

"Then leave it up to me. I'll give you the most perfect breasts in the universe!" he promised.

They kissed then. Sue leaned into it, grateful for the spark of passion ignited in her husband. Even if, in the back of her brain, she worried about how big she was going to get...and how Reed was going to do it...