Sue Storm Loves Tiny Tits

As Dr. Stone lifted the helmet from Sue Storm's head, the blonde heroine blinked slowly. The Invisible Woman shook her head, as if to clear it...and then she stared at Dr. Stone's chest. The blouse was cinched tight around the psychiatrist's waist, the better to emphasize her generous bust. What happened next sent a thrill through the villain.

Sue Storm frowned.

Her mouth turned down at the corners, her brow furrowed ever so gently. For a fleeting second, Sue Storm's face was a stern look of motherly disapproval at the swell of the D-cups on display.

Then the moment passed, and Sue looked away.

"I'm not sure how productive that was," Sue Storm said. "Lot of random images. Men and women. Some quite...ah. Explicit."

"Yes," Dr. Stone agreed. "But the results show you registered a distinct response when shown smaller breasts. Do you feel that's accurate?"

Sue still wasn't looking at her. She was staring out the window. Yet Dr. Stone saw a hint of color on Sue's cheek. The psychiatrist pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at the blood still seeping from her own nose. It would be best if Sue didn't see that.

"Maybe," Sue said. Then she stood.

"I have to go. Now. Which way to the roof?" Sue said, voice filled with sudden urgency.

Moonstone blinked. "Uh...down the hall, stairs left of the elevator. Why..."

The building shook. Dr. Stone stared out the window, finally following the Invisible Woman's line of sight.

There was a dinosaur in Central Park. The great beast stood at least fifty feet tall, covered in white and black feathers.

Sue was already out the door before Moonstone could say anything else.

Then a thought came to her. A way to turn this unexpected happenstance into an opportunity to test Sue Storm's new preference. She slammed the speed-dial button, the red line straight to Doctor Doom.

"I need an emergency signal sent to the nearest superheroine that's over 18 and a B-cup or below!" she said.