Sue Storm Researches Breast Augmentations Obsessively

So many people saw Sue Storm as nothing more than Reed Richard's arm candy. To too many she was still the "Invisible Girl," of the team, the token skirt, a bit of eye-candy in a male-dominated cape field. Very few realized how intelligent she was—not a genius on the order of Reed Richards or Doctor Doom, but she had earned a doctorate in archaeology on her own, and was intellectually curious.

That is how, over the next week, she fell down a deep, deep rabbit hole.

It had started out as just a desire to follow through on what Sue had discussed with Dr. Stone: to look into the reality of breast augmentation. Sue wasn't sure if the psychiatrist was trying to entice her to get her own, or to convice her not to do it, but she admitted to herself that she should make an informed choice, one way or another. All of her adult life, Sue Storm had instinctively avoided the idea of a breast augmentation because she thought "fake boobs" were cheap, something for strippers, porn stars, trophy wives, sluts...

Yet the first casual searches turned into something else. Reconstructive breast surgery. Testimonials from women and transwomen on what it was like to having breasts—bigger, smaller, just more aesthetically pleasing. At night, after the kids were put to bed, Sue found herself absorbed as she stared at galleries of before-and-after videos. She watched, with something more than scientific detachment, videos as breasts were operated on. The little spurts of blood, the exposed tissue, the stitching.

She hadn't noticed the option that set the videos to run automatically. Had no way of knowing the invisible back end of her favorite search engine directed her toward particular results. How her researches were being carefully cultivated and shaped by Doctor Doom's computer skills and Moonstone's deep understanding of Sue Storm's psychology.

In the morning, when she was exercising, Sue's tablet showed her some of the more gigantic breast implants, the propylene strings that were banned now. The immense sizes that could be reached, the unnatural appearance, the huge weight and the stress it put on the body.

At lunch, after she saw to it that the kids and her husband got properly fed, Sue found a few moments to herself forking steamed chicken breast and wild rice into her mouth as she listened intently to a podcast about the high-impact breast implants preferred by women athletes, soldiers, and some superheroines.

Nighttime, as the Fantastic Four settled in for sleep, Sue was curled away from her husband, eyes fixed on the tablet as she read S.H.I.E.L.D.'s classified report on A.I.M.'s breast augmentation technology for supervillains and the ultra-rich. Clonal fat cell transfers. Vibranium-threaded implants that could take a blow from the Hulk without popping. Surgical grafts. X-gene-assisted enhancements that promised an unnatural, but naturalistic, breast growth through a highly controlled small-scale version of Wolverine's healing factor.

All highly experimental. Some of it certainly wouldn't work. S.H.I.E.L.D. techs noted that if the Hulk did punch a vibranium-threaded implant hard enough, the heroine's entire chest would explode. Some of the radiological treatments had a pesky tendency toward breast cancer. The surgical grafts were literally derived from Dr. Frankenstein's research, and the tissue rejection issue still hadn't been solved yet.

Yet...Sue felt drawn to learn more. From having never even considered a breast augmentation at all, she was now totally invested in learning all that she could. Every size, shape, and consideration of augmentation consumed her every off moments. She'd learned to keep a nromal bra-shopping page loaded, so that at a moment's notice she could change the page without showing any of her family what she'd been browsing. Burnt the candle at both ends as she sought to absorb all she could.

On Friday, she fell asleep with the tablet on her chest, her earbuds in and listening to some podcast on saline infusions for temporary breast growth. Something whispered into her ear and invaded her dreams. Something she hadn't dared put into words.

Sue storm pictured herself topless, arms strung up. A masked, blonde figure in goggles and a labcoat descended on her with a pair of hoses that ended with long needles. The mad doctor paused, as the needles just touched her nipples.

"Are you sure?" a familiar, high-pitched voice whispered.

The Invisible Woman nodded, even though she wasn't sure at all.

Then the needles plunged forward. Green glowing liquid flowed through the hoses into the needles, into her breasts, boobs, juggs, tits. Sue thrashed as she felt the sudden pressure in her milkers, tatas, boobies, sweater puppies, chesticles. The topless heroine bit her lip as the glowing fluid flowed into her itty bitty titties, and the small, pale sacs began to slowly inflate, like water balloons. She shivered and squirmed as they grew bigger and bigger, and greener and greener. Dark green veins spread outward from her punctured nipples.

"The gamma irradiation appears to be working," the mad doctor said.

"More!" Sue cried hoarsely. "Give me all of it! I can take it! I don't care if my tits explode!"

Prophetic words. Sue could barely stand as her once generous handfuls swelled out to the size and color of watermelons. Dark green stretch marks showed where the skin had grown too far, too fast, huge, heavy juggs, tits, milkers almost transparent in places. Pain and pressure built up and up in Sue's chest, as she was sure they were about to pop...

...and then she awoke with a start, as Valeria tugged gently on her sleeve. Sue blinked, turned her head, popped the ear buds out of her ear as the tablet slid off her breasts.

"Mommy, we ran out of chocolate milk and Franklin tried to make more and..."

The Invisible Woman, in full mom mode, was up and off the bed in an instant. There was an ominous mooing from the direction of the kitchen.

Unseen on the bed, her tablet was still locked on the screen it had been on when Sue fell asleep. Reed Richards stirred, more slowly than his wife—and glanced over in surprise to see that Sue Storm had been pricing the cost for a breast augmentation.