Sue Storm Doubles Her Workouts

The Invisible Woman worked out every day. It was necessary maintenance, not just for her figure, but to keep strong and limber. Being a superhero meant physical fitness was literally life or ****. At any moment, she might lose her powers and have to resort to fists and feet, or need to dodge bullets and ray-beams.

Sue Storm remembered when she had first started out, in university. She had the advantage of youth, then, but she had taken physical fitness classes deliberately to learn how to build and maintain muscle mass. For most of her life, she had focused on maintaining a slim, trim figure. Strong enough, but wiry, not for show.

Now...

"I want a badonkadonk," Sue said to herself as she doubled down on her squats.

"I want washboard abs," Sue said as she did gravity-assisted crunches, pulling herself upright.

"I want to be a muscle mommy," Sue said as she pumped iron at the weight bench. "A fitness MILF."

It was hard work, doubling her workouts. Increasing her protein intake. Doing her best to avoid injury as she tried to build muscle. There was no easy way to do it—a muscle was something you built up over time. It had to be earned.

Well. Usually.

"Steroids?" Sue Storm asked, her brow creased in confusion.

"If you want," Dr. Stone said. "I can provide a prescription."

"I don't—I mean, I really don't like the idea of doing ****," Sue admitted.

It was four weeks since Sue had started doubling her workouts. Not long enough to see real improvement. These things didn't happen overnight, and she knew that.

"Professional athletes use performance enhancers all the time," Dr. Stone pointed out. "It's fine as long as a medical professional monitors you so we can detect and manage side effects. We're not talking street ****, Susan. I'm just offering something to help you achieve the body you desire. After all, at your age, it's possible to plateau with natural workouts."

Sue chewed that thought. Dr. Stone had been right about the skimpier clothing. Sue had enjoyed the increased attention, the admiring looks, the compliments. Even Reed had been more amorous lately, enjoying the extra skin she bared, even joining in on some of her afternoon workouts. Sue still remembered when her gym shorts had "slipped," and she had flashed him full on. The color his face had turned, you'd have thought they were still courting.

"I'll think about it," Sue said, noncommittal.

"That's all I ask," Dr. Stone said. "I'm here to provide you with options, but you need to choose your path."