Sue Storm's Mind Dulls

Most people underestimated Sue Storm's intelligence. Compared to her supergenius of a husband, the other members of the Fantastic Four, even though of above-average intellect, seemed dim. As a woman, Sue Storm faced the brunt of discrimination. Despite her education, having earned advanced degrees, and years spent near Reed which was an education in itself, they still saw her as nothing but a blonde.

She swallowed the pink pill with a glass of mineral water and began to chop vegetables with an invisible knife. Celery, carrot sticks, apples. Healthy snacks. Sue had spent her life eating healthy snacks

The widescreen high-definition screen in the living room blinked on. With Reed's adjustments, it could scream almost anything. Sue settled down on the couch, her wounded leg up on a table. She had planned to watch a documentary on recent discoveries related to the Inca civilization in Peru, but as carrot sticks snapped between her teeth, she found herself...bored.

The remote control was near her foot. Instead of reaching for it, she jabbed it with an invisible **** finger. Almost mindlessly, she flipped through channels. Her jaw worked as her body settled into the couch. She ended up on a Sex in the City marathon. One of many shows that Sue had been vaguely aware of, but had never actually had time to watch.

Now she did. From the stillness of the couch, she lay almost unmoving. Her invisible **** fields brought her anything she needed. Peanut butter for the celery sticks. A bottle of wine, as she watched with dull interest as the women on the screen talked and drank their way through their affairs.

It was not like Sue Storm's typical behavior. Yet something made her hungry, lazy, and...her brain didn't think about it very much. Didn't think about anything.

She wasn't sure when exactly she fell asleep. Only woke up, late at night, as her stomach gurgled. The empty bottle of wine lay on the table by her foot. The heroine stood up, muscles stiff, crumbs fell off of her shirt. At some point she had drunkenly gotten into the chips and cookies. Her gut grumbled, and she pressed a hand against it and found herself bloated with gas. Dimly, she realized that she had probably eaten a couple days worth of calories and hadn't burned any.

"A few more days of that and I'm going to be a fattie," she murmured to herself as she limped off toward the bathroom.

Yet the next day, after a light workout and shower, Sue Storm took another pink pill...and all of her plans for the day seemed to fade away into another mindless binge on the couch.