Sue Storm Wants To Show Off Her Perfect Body

It was in one changing room that Sue Storm caught sight of herself half-dressed. She had her shirt off, with only a bra on. Low-slung jeans that hung off her hips, falling scandalously low and almost showing her pubes—and her washboard abs. The Invisible Woman stared at the image for a moment.

Her fings traced her abdominal muscles, which she flexed...and then her pecs, watching each breast rise and fall. Few women had the strength and control to do that. She ran her tongue over lips that were a bit fuller than before.

Then she asked the saleswoman for a bikini top. Which she wore with the jeans out of the store, enjoying the attention at her bolder style.

Back in the Baxter Building, Sue put away her new purchases. She examined her older clothes with barely-disguised distaste. Blouses, mom jeans, baggy sweaters designed to hide stretch marks and breasts that had begun to sag. No need for that now. Several of them she bagged up for GoodWill.

Then she went into the closet that held her costumes.

While the Fantastic Four's unstable molecule fabric uniforms tended to be form-fitting, they were also very covering. Reed Richards had no imagination when it came to clothing design, and Sue often took the lead, aiming for uniformity—and, perhaps unconsciously, to discreetly cover her own flaws.

Sue's plump lips drew into a firm line as she went through costume after costume—until she got to THAT costume, the one she had designed during what she called her "mid-life crisis." A 4-shaped keyhole that revealed her cleavage. Bare abs. Exposed upper arms, thighs, and hips. The Invisible Woman eyed it critically. Not exactly practical.

The Invisible Woman spent a few idle hours going through costume designs in the Fantastic Four's database. She focused on the X-Men. Emma Frost, icy bitch that she was, had excellent and inventive tastes in design, showing off her body to great advantage.

Sue knew she could do better.

The unstable molecule loom buzzed as it printed out several new designs. Sue's cheeks burned as she saw how little material there were in some of them, little more than blue thong bikinis. Reed had perfected an adhesive lining that clung to human skin and obviated the need for normal support. With it, Sue could have appeared in little more than pasties that covered her nipples and labia. Not that Sue was looking to show off that much...yet what she did choose was still much more revealing of her new perfect body.

The blue thong ran up the crack of her firm buttocks. The stockings and garters were flame-retardant. The white and blue gloves reinforced, practical. The blue strings and white fabric of the top were little more than a reinforced bra that showed off her high breasts to great effect, but wouldn't rip when she used her newfound strength. The blue choker was the pièce de résistance. Sue tried it on before a mirror and gave a sloe-eyed look, as if daring someone to snap it.

Then the alarm rang. The Fantastic Four were needed...and Sue raced off in her new uniform.