Shock. Awe. Bordering on worship.

The Invisible Woman was without words. Her own breasts were masterpieces of biological engineering, cutting-edge mammaries, built using the limits of available science. Yet what rested in Karla Stone's lap was something beyond a freak of nature. It was a pair of alien monoliths that primitive man would have fallen to their knees and worshipped. Sue Storm's psychiatrist was less a woman than a living support system for the most enormous pair of tits on the planet.

"They're magnificent," Sue whispered.

Karla smiled. Her eyes had bags under them, exhaustion and pain etched in every line of her face. She felt the immense mass of her breasts pull at her enhanced muscles and reinforced bones, skin that could absorb blows from demigods without damage strained against the biomechanics of the absolutely massive tits.

Bigger than Moonstone had thought possible. Bigger than she had ever wanted to be. Life-changing breasts, the kind of juggs that meant she would forevermore be seen as a big-titted freak, a busty slut, almost deformed in the immensity of her mammaries.

Yet there were advantages. She could feel it, the second moonstone that Doctor Doom had gifted her to help balance her new mass and amplify her already borderline-cosmic powers. Combined with the implants Doom had placed in her skull—

Karla's breasts began to glow. The gems were at the center of mass of the titanic tits, and when both were activated at once, the light burned from inside her body. For a moment, Sue Storm was staring into twin suns. Then the gravimetric waves crashed down against her brain.

There was no resistance. The heroine, already manipulated so far, was completely entranced before she even realized something was wrong.

"I," Karla said, her voice thick. "Am your goddess."

"Yes," Sue Storm said, her nipples hard as she stared into the blazing boobs, tears leaking from her eyes as though she saw the most beautiful thing sculpted by the hands of the divine creator. "You are my goddess."

"Worship me," Karla said, exultant with triumph. With her knew tits, the Invisible Woman was putty in her hands. Easy enough to manipulate the big-titted heroine into destroying the Fantastic Four from within. And then...well, Karla would use her for her own purposes.

"Worship my tits!" Moonstone ordered.