Nurse Jenkins Is A Licensed Sex Therapist

The Black woman in the Fantastic Four's living room cleared her throat.

"In addition to having a degree in nursing, specialized S.H.I.E.L.D. courses in superhuman medicine, and a Mutant Healthcare certificate from the Xavier Institute, I have a license to prescribe certain super-pharmaceuticals, access to StarkTech advanced medical equipment, and I'm a licensed physical therapist and sex therapist," Georgia Jenkins said. "I can see the signs of elevated stress and emotional distress that your mutagen exposure has caused. These are very common side effects of exposure to pseudo-steroids. There are methods to help you."

Sue Storm's jaw worked. She felt ugly. The big muscles, the appetite, the huge sore breasts, and beestung lips made her feel like a freak.

"H.E.R.B.I.E. is working on a cure," Sue said. "Reed will be back—eventually. He can fix this. Easily."

"Your husband's a genius. I'm certain if there's a cure for your physical ailments, he can find one," the Night Nurse said. "But right now, you're suffering. Physically and mentally. As your superhuman health care provider, it's my responsibility to see to your needs. Even...palliative care."

The Invisible Woman screwed up her face. That sounded like a euphemism for friends-with-benefits. Her eyes flicked over the nurse's form. The crisp white uniform beneath the black cape didn't show much skin, but she was tall, easy on the eyes, with the flare of breasts and hips and...

"I'm not a lesbian!" Sue growled, and smashed her hand down into a glass-topped table. The table cracked. The blonde stared at her hand in horror, and in a moment Georgia was by her side, examining the hand for wounds. Her fingers felt delicate and warm in Sue's hand.

"Didn't break the skin," the Nurse said. "Might bruise, but—look, Susan. When She-Hulk was having some mental health issues, she experienced some changes in her physiology. Even Hulks can experience body image issues. I was able to calm her down with touch therapy. Why don't you let me give you a massage?"

Sue's jaw worked.

"Do I have to be naked?" she asked.

"You can leave your bottoms on," Georgia said. "But I'm most concerned about your breasts. They've grown very large, very quickly. That's got to put a strain on the skin and surrounded muscles and connective tissues. I'll bet they hurt something fierce, don't they?"

Sue frowned.

"Worse than when I was breastfeeding Franklin. You know he was cutting teeth at three months? Like he was gnawing on my nipples..."

Georgia laughed, and Sue relaxed a little. Maybe a massage would do her good.