Sue Storm Wants A Pair Just Like Hers

"Could..." Sue Storm blushed, bit her lip, then tried again. "Could I...get boobs like yours?"

It wasn't just jealousy, although Sue recognized that as part of herself. Sure, Dr. Stone's tits were bigger than the ones that Reed was growing for her. Yet what struck Sue, what really struck Sue, was that those huge, round, unsaggy tits were perfect. They were massive, heavy, artificial, but also...works of art.

Sue Storm didn't just want bigger boobs. She wanted those boobs.

Dr. Stone gave a tired smile.

"I think that can be arranged," she said.

"Are you sure?" Reed Richards asked, frowning. "I mean, the clonal mammaries are almost ready for the procedure. Are you sure you want to trust your body to this...experimental procedure?"

"Your procedure is pretty experimental," Sue said, as she packed the small suitcase. "And Dr. Stone vouches for them. I've seen the results. She let me feel the results. I...I want that. I'm tired of being small. I want to be huge. Fantastic."

Reed's arms stretched out and wrapped around her waist, a long-distance hug.

"You've always been fantastic. I'm just a little concerned about this group. I haven't heard of them before," Reed said.

"I asked S.H.I.E.L.D. They're registered—authorized to develop low-level metahuman augmentations for cosmetic purposes. There are lots of beneficial uses for that technology beyond bigger boobs. Cosmetic reconstruction, implants for athletes and soldiers. I could help normalize that technology," she said.

It was earnest. Exactly what Dr. Stone and the representative of the Beyond Ordinary Occupational Systems Team had told her.

"B.O.O.S.T. is small, new, very well-financed. I even asked Tony Stark to look into it. He says that the money and talent is East European, but the U.S. is where the infrastructure is. Says they're very well-connected, but looking for a big breakthrough. Thinks I might be their showcase to demonstrate their technology works."

"Well, it's your choice," Reed said. "And I respect it. But please, keep your communicator on you. I want to know if anything goes wrong."

Sue smiled.

"Don't worry, darling. Soon, I'll be back—and bigger than ever!"

Butterflies fluttered in Sue Storm's stomach as she checked in. They put her in a room right next to Dr. Stone, who was still recovering. Gave her an open smock to wear for the initial tests and measurements. It was weird, these European doctors measuring every inch of her breasts with high tech equipment, like German automobile engineers staring at a drive train assembly. Computer models were projected. Discussions of the limits of skin elasticity. Muscle tone. Sue tried to take it all on.

Yet her hand shook with excitement as she signed the paperwork.

"When?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," the nurse said, with a smile. "The doctors, they are very excited. They are optimistic."

So am I, Sue didn't say, as she lay in bed. Through the open doorway of her room, she could see Karla's massive mounds rise and fall. The mass of those tits meant that the psychiatrist was most comfortable sleeping in a slightly reclined sitting position. Just the sight of those tits made Sue wet. She felt so flat.

"Tomorrow," Sue whispered to herself.