Sue Storm Cums During A Training Exercise

"Alright, gang," Mister Fantastic said. "Annual assessments."

Over the years, the Thing had grown stronger. Johnny Storm had gained greater mastery of his flame. Reed Richards had uncovered the limits of his stretching abilities, and how to work around them. Sue Storm had learned to manipulate her invisible force fields in new ways. The annual assessment was a way for the Fantastic Four to see how much they had grown—and to find out if there were any weaknesses they had developed.

During Sue Storm's pregnancies, her powers had not been diminished, but her confidence had been. Ben Grimm's durability had fluctuated as his body endured and recovered from various injuries. Johnny had occasionally suffered lose of control of his flame. Reed had once discovered his own lack of muscle mass from insufficient exercise.

Finding out those flaws in the field could kill them all. So, the annual assessment.

The bench press was first. Reed, Sue, and Johnny each took their turns, using their normal human strength. The steel bar was heavy, the weight increase gradual and automated, until Sue felt her arms tremble and begin to fail; then the safety would kick in. Ben Grimm stood as her spotter, ready to catch it if something failed.

Then Reed would click it over for Ben. No spotter for Ben. It was like watching a mountain rise and lower itself. 80 tons. 90. 100. Oily sweat poured out of the cracks in Ben's rocky skin as he forced his arms up one last time.

"111.8," Reed said. "A new personal best. Sue, let's test your force field integrity now."

The Invisible Woman took several deep meditative breaths as she settled back on the bench. She wasn't holding the bar now, not with her arms. Just an invisible force field, a simple sphere that was one meter in diameter, centered on her forehead. The position helped her visualize the threat, which Reed said was important.

They started where the Thing did. 70 tons.

What happens when an impossible force meets an immovable object? A headache. It began right between and behind Sue Storm's eyes, a sign of the mental strain as greater force was applied to oppose her force field.

"80," Reed said.

Sue Storm had held back nuclear explosions, albeit barely. 80 tons at 9.8 meters-per-second-squared was like a blow from the Mighty Thor. Slowly, second by second, the equivalent mass increased. Sue felt the pain in her skull spread and grow more intense.

"90."

When the Hulk slammed into Sue Storm's force fields, the force was like a punch in the brain. There had been times when her force fields had collapsed, not because the field had failed, but because she had. She was the weak link, the fragile part that couldn't handle the mental feedback.

"100."

This was the point where Sue normally faltered. 100 tons was the kind of blow Thanos might give at ful power. Or the bearer of the Power Gem. When Galactus tried to step on Sue Storm, it was usually less than 100 tons.

"110—wait, there's an error—"

A loud electronic buzz and spark. A mechanical whine. Pain blossomed over Sue Storm's entire head. The pressure blotted out all else. There was no room for thought. And Sue Storm sank down into the familiar space. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, the crotch of her costume soaking as she spontaneously squirted, a soft moan of exultant ecstasy emerging from her lips.

"Two...two hundred tons..." Reed Richards said, staring at the broken equipment. "Ben, help me with the manual safeties."

Sue Storm barely heard them. She was smiling, lost in the pleasure and pain.