Getting comfortable, getting angry.

Returning home from the school for gifted children, the fantasticar landed on the landing platform above the roof of Four Freedom Plaza and powered down. Opening the doors, both of her children jumped out of their seating and made their way over to the entry way of the building proper while their mother climbed out of the driver seat and idly tugged at her top and the hem line to her sweat pants. Everything felt snug on her, almost painfully so. She still felt insecure about what she discovered at the gymnasium. Susan waited for her kids to use the elevator to head down to the living quarters first before she did the same, when the light turned green again and the doors reopened, Susan entered the elevator. crossed her arms, she leaned against the back panel while watching the display show how many floors she was going down, mulling to herself over the events of the day. “I can’t believe I weigh that much, and I used to be a model too!” Rolling her shoulder in discomfort, her eyes went wide when she heard some stitching give way and noticed the seam in her shoulders had burst, making her blush hotly and quickly turn invisible from embarrassment, just as the elevator doors opened and her family found a disembodied suit of clothing standing in the elevator, wringing its sleeves together in anxiety and squirming on the spot.

“Hey sis… How was the gym?” Asked Johnny, leaning to the side of his chair in the living room to watch the blouse, sweatpants and running shoes run across the hall to her bedroom and slam the door shut. “Huh… Must have been pretty bad then.”

“It was AWESOME!”

“Yeah Uncle Johnny!” Replied Franklin and Valaria, sitting between Johnny and Ben on the couch as they practically bounced in their seat from the excitement. “Mommy scared the bully at school! Roared at her like a grizzly bear!” Valaria even brought her hands up like paws to imitate the act for the Human Torch.

“Huh…” Scratching his chin, Johnny looked away in thought. “Makes sense, when WE were kids, your mother roughed up anyone who picked on me, would have been the other way around but your momma is pretty willful.”

“Yeah, I remember how yer mum and dad first met.” Chuckled Ben, scratching his rocky chin with his stone finger. “Bunch of losers from the college football team were pickin on’em when she stormed up and kicked the line backer in the shin hard enough to drop’em. Ever since then they’d been like peas and carrots.”

“Is that TRUE Uncle Johnny?” Asked Franklin, his sister looking up to the man for confirmation.

“Well… She did have her eye on him before that all happened, granted he was tutoring her in math…”

*

Rummaging through her clothing for anything to fit, Susan stood in her bedroom with the door locked, wearing only her bra and underwear while looking for anything to put on that was baggy enough to hide how big she had become. Her full breasts threatened to burst her top and her panties seemed tight enough to be confused for a thong. “Two hundred and eighty pounds… I can’t believe I let it get this bad.” She pouted, pulling out a button blouse from her closet and pressing it against herself to look in the mirror, posing back and forth before stopping, her face contorting into a whimper when she found it looked almost child sized against her frame. “This is TERRIBLE, how could I not see it earlier? I’m a big fat pig!”

If she was thinking clearly… She would have realised she was quite the opposite. There wasn’t a shred of body fat on her, even when she tried to grab at what she expected were rolls at her middle, instead she found washboard abs and a tapered waist. Looking over another thin strap top and bringing it up to see how it looked on her, Susan frowned and sulked, tossing it to the small pile on the bed. Hearing her stomach growl again, Susan looked down and grit her fanged teeth in anger. “Oh, shut up! It’s YOUR fault I’m in this mess in the first place!” Huffing and going over her wardrobe again, Susan finally settled on a dark blue mini-skirt with a slip on the left thigh for her hip and legs to breath and a blue poncho top that only came down to her mid-drift. Last time she wore these the skirt came down past her knees and the poncho practically swallowed her up like an oversized sweater.

Then her thoughts fell to the school, and how she had terrified a trio of girls for even threatening to lay a finger on Valaria. “Sigh… I CAN’T believe I did that at my kid’s school, I’ve NEVER been that angry before…” She grew quite in contemplation, thinking back to that moment over and over, before her eyes became more resolute. “No… NO… That little brat had it coming!” She reasoned, looking at herself in the mirror and checking over her appearance, planting her hands at her sides and turning back and forth to look over her attire, she nodded in approval. “Little bitch thinks she can treat my little girl like that? Should have been grateful I didn’t bite her head off!” Hearing her stomach growl again from that thought, she looked down at herself and rubbed her stomach.

“I think I’ve held back eating long enough, can’t starve all day… Maybe a salad this time, start fresh and lose some of this weight.”

Finally pleased with her look, Susan unlocked her bedroom door and stepped outside, combing her fingers through her long platinum white hair to comb it smooth and let it cascade down her shoulders and back until it fell past the hem line of her skirt, obviously having grown much longer over the last few days. Seeing her family and children on the couch looking up at her, Susan gave them a shy smile before sitting on the nearby chair and crossing her legs. Immediately Franklin and Valeria jumped from their seats from the couch and came up to sit in their mother’s lap, making the woman smile as she hugged them both tightly in her arms and kissed their foreheads.

For Ben and Johnny, this was the first they had seen her since yesterday. Susan looked so pale she was almost white, her golden blonde hair now so platinum blonde it was almost silver, and her eyes looked pink instead of blue. But the REAL change that caught their attention was her new Amazonian physique. Her long, toned legs nearly dangled out of the chair and her arms appeared even more fit the last time they saw her. In the span of just two days Susan had become tall, athletic and curvaceous and Looking to each other, the two friends were unsure what to say before Ben elbowed Johnny in the side and caused the man to yelp, gaining Susan’s attention. “S-so Suzie, how’s it going?”

“I’m good… A little hungry… In fact, I’ve been at the gym longer lately because of it, I’m worried I’ve put on a few pounds.” She replied, hugging her kids more closely and the outlined heft of her chest showed through her top as she held her two children close, the definition in her arms showing even more as a result.

“Do you have a trainer? Or did you just eat him?” Whispered Ben, gaining Susan’s attention when she heard him.

“What was that Ben?”

“Hmm? Oh nothing, you look GOOD Suzie, you sure you feel good though. You look REALLY pale.”

Narrowing her eyes, Susan glared back at the Thing and loosened her hug on her son and daughter. “What are you saying? You think I’m sick?... Or FAT?”

“What?! No! NO, no no no NO… It’s just that…”

“Just NOTHING! I’m trying to work off this weight, thank-you-very-much!” Susan answered in a venomous sing-song voice. “And the last thing I need is constructive feedback from someone who weighs a ton and a half!”

“Now come on sis, that’s a little harsh isn’t it?”

“Oh, shut UP Johnny! Like your opinion matters in this!” She growled, making everyone nervous. “Unless that is, YOU have something to share too?”

Leaning back a little nervous, Ben and Johnny didn’t know how to react to Susan’s sudden temper, the two looking to each other along with Franklin and Valeria who looked up at their mother’s glaring eyes staring daggers at their god-father and uncle. It wasn’t until Reed had stepped inside with several paper backs in his outstretched hands that the group turned to the door to find Mr. Fantastic stumbling to close the door behind him with his foot. Looking up, the man smiled at his family, oblivious to what was going on before he stepped in. “Hey everyone, I brought dinner with me from work. Who is up for some fried chicken?”

Her anger suddenly vanished; Susan’s nostrils flared at the scent of the cooked poultry in her husband’s hands. Carefully guiding her kids off her lap to stand up and practically leap to where her husband was to give the man a bear hug and drop the paper bags on the floor. Smothered face first into her chest, Reed was caught off guard before she pulled away and he found his head gently tilted up with his lips kissed by his wife. “Welcome HOME Reed! Oooh, let me help you with that.” Quickly gathering up the buckets of chicken, Susan spun around and sashayed to the kitchen, already ripping open the paper back and plucking a chicken wing out to eat.

Everyone else in the living room watched as the pale amazon woman disappeared in the next room and tossed the paper bag over her shoulder.