Maybe a diamond can be too big?

The lavish hotel suite was blindingly opulent, matching the aesthetic of the woman currently occupying the couch. Emma Frost swirled the last of her lemonade in a stunning, diamond-adorned glass. Before she could take the final sip, a sharp knock disrupted her peace.Emma sighed, setting her drink aside.

"You can drop the act and step inside, darling. For someone who can turn completely invisible, you certainly make a loud entrance."

The heavy door clicked open, and Susan Storm stepped into the blindingly bright suite. She didn't look invisible; she looked exhausted, her posture tense with the weight of a mission she clearly didn't want to beg Emma Frost for.

"I see your manners haven't improved, Emma," Sue said, closing the door firmly behind her. "But I don't have time for your games. We need your telepathy. There's a situation developing, and—"

"And you want the White Queen to sweep up the Fantastic Four's mess?" Emma interrupted smoothly. She slid off the couch, her designer heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. "Pass. Go ask your husband to build a machine to solve it, darling. My calendar is full."

Sue’s jaw tightened. "It's not just our mess. It affects mutantkind, too. If you'd just listen for five seconds—"

"I don't need to listen to a lecture from Marvel's favorite housewife," Emma purred, her eyes flashing with dangerous amusement.

"Now, if you'll excuse yourself, you're ruining my afternoon."

That was the breaking point.

Sue’s eyes flared, and a shimmering, translucent blue disc of forcefield energy materialized in the air, thrusting forward to shove Emma back.

But Emma was deceptively quick. Expecting the move, she ducked low beneath the kinetic blast, letting the forcefield harmlessly shatter a vase behind her.

Before Sue could regroup or manifest another barrier, Emma closed the gap. She lunged forward, her ass slamming into Sue's uniform, and shoved her backward with all her weight.

SLAM!

Sue gasped as she was pinned squarely against the lavish hotel wall. Emma's Rear firmly planted in Sue's Face, locking the Invisible Woman in place. Sue's hands instantly gripped Emma's waist, a faint blue glow sparking around her fingers as she struggled to push Emma off.

"Step down, Susan," Emma whispered, leaning in close, her voice dripping with venom. "Before this gets truly undignified for both of us."

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife—until the door clicked open a second time.

The pristine, high-tech corridors of the Baxter Building are under immense structural pressure. The walls, normally reinforced with advanced unstable molecules, are currently spider-webbed with massive, deep fractures.

The air in the hallway hums with a mixture of sheer cosmic density and telepathic static. Emma Frost, heavily altered by a bizarre mutant-growth anomaly that has left her hyper-inflated and impossibly massive, stands wedged tightly between the narrow walls. Her colossal form leaves virtually no room to pass. Her white and blue leather outfit is strained to its absolute limits, and with every micro-shift of her massive weight, the structural foundation of the corridor groans out a sharp, reverberating sound.

"CRACK! CRACK!"

Sue Storm stands directly on the other side of the structural bottleneck. Crossing her arms, the Invisible Woman glares at the telepath with a mixture of profound annoyance and exhaustion. The Baxter Building has survived alien invasions, negative zone breaches, and cosmic entities, but it is currently failing to survive Emma Frost’s sheer presence.

Emma shifts her immense weight slightly, causing a shower of drywall dust to rain down onto the polished floor. She looks down her nose at Sue, a slow, icy smile spreading across her lips.

"Oh, Sue? I'm sorry. I didn't see you, you're invisible."

Emma purrs, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she deliberately commands the entire physical space.

Sue exhales a long, sharp breath through her nose, refusing to give Emma the satisfaction of a visible flinch.

"Very funny, Emma. Truly. But if you don't use your telepathy to shrink your ego—or whatever experimental Krakoan growth hormone you've clearly abused—you are going to collapse the entire west wing of my house. Reed's laboratory is directly underneath us, and he is working with volatile anti-matter."

Emma lets out a soft, melodic laugh that vibrates through the floorboards like a minor earthquake.

"Darling, please. This isn't a choice; it's a profound medical side effect of saving the world. And honestly, I find it quite liberating. Though I must admit, the architectural choices of the Fantastic Four are dreadfully claustrophobic. You really should have built these hallways with a bit more... substance in mind."

"Our hallways were built for normal human beings, not cosmic-scale vanity projects."

Sue counters smoothly, stepping forward until she is inches away from the massive curve of Emma's hip.

"I can literally hear the structural steel beams screaming beneath your boots. Turn into your diamond form. At least then you'll stop expanding."

Emma sighs, resting a heavily cushioned hand against her jaw as she looks down.

"And risk shattering your lovely floors entirely? Diamond is dense, Susan. Right now, I am merely pillowy and majestic. Besides, I rather like the view from up here. It gives one a sense of perspective on the lower echelons of the superhero community."

Sue’s eyes narrow, and a faint, translucent blue glow begins to crackle around her hands.

"If you don't move your majestic self out of this doorway in the next three seconds, I am going to manifest a forcefield inside this corridor and manually slide you out into the courtyard like a hockey puck."

Emma’s smirk only widens, completely unfazed by the threat of cosmic violence.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try, dear. But do be careful—if you push too hard, I might just lose my balance, and I promise you, nobody in Manhattan wants to deal with the atmospheric displacement of me falling over."