Sue Storm Stress-Eats

Porkum's bonbons were locked in quarantine and being analyzed. The picture of Porkum's cock was seared into Sue Storm's brain. Her wounded leg throbbed. All alone in the Fantastic Four's living quarters. Sue limped toward the kitchen. She wasn't even sure what she was doing until she began to lay out the ingredients and mixing bowls.

Cooking was not Sue Storm's forte. Her own mother had died before she could teach Sue much, her father had been in prison, and she'd gone to college to learn science and biology, not home economics. The cooking duties among the Fantastic Four had fallen to Sue by default as the team mom, but even Sue admitted that her repertoire was relatively basic. Johnny, who she had cared for since a young age, and the kids were all used to it; Ben would eat anything, and if he wanted something different he'd cook it himself; and Reed, bless his elastic heart, actually liked her cooking.

The one thing Sue was fairly decent at was baking. Cookies, cakes, brownies, fudge. All the things she shouldn't eat, yet they were always welcome treats for the children and the men in her life.

All the things she shouldn't eat. Because she didn't want to get fat. Didn't want to pig out. Everyone had expectations for her. To retain her figure. Keep trim, keep pretty. A lifetime on a diet, exercise. Even when she was hurt or sick. The almost skintight costumes she wore revealed every extra ounce, and unlike some costumed superheroines, Sue didn't have any kind of enhanced metabolism to deal with middle-age spread.

During her pregnancy, it had been different. People had encouraged her to eat then. Doctors, nurses, random strangers. It had been a struggle to maintain her weight, and Sue had stuffed herself sick sometimes.

Eggs. Butter. Flour. Cocoa powder. Chocolate chips. Sugar. Milk. Sue wasn't sure what she was making. A cake. Cookies. Brownies. She hadn't paid attention to the measurements. Had just started pouring the ingredients together, started to mix them into a brown batter, sticky and thick, that smelled so sweet.

Sue brought the spoon to her lips. Just for a taste. Just a little taste. There was nothing wrong with just a spoonful. Make sure it was right before she put it on the oven.

The first mouthful slid down her throat into her stomach. She shivered as her tongue ran over and over the spoon. Unable to erase the image of that cock from her mind. Encrusted with white filth. So similar to what was in those bonbons.

Her stomach grumbled. Sue set the spoon aside. The Invisible Woman's hands shook as she brought the bowl up to her lips.

It was so thick, she almost had to chew it. The thick, doughy chocolate batter ran down her throat and filled up her stomach. Yet Sue didn't stop. Not even when it was empty, when her stomach ached and she had to scrape it out of the bowl with her fingers, into her mouth. What did it hurt, a little more chocolate, after everything else she had already put into her body?

When the bowl was clean and her face was a chocolate-y mess, Sue grabbed a gallon of whole milk from the fridge and began to chug. The cold, calorie-laden full-fat liquid sliced down her throat and lay on top of the heavy meal. When the jug was empty, Sue wobbled a bit in place, laid a hand on her too-full stomach and let out a very unladylike belch.

By the time she finished, H.E.R.B.I.E. had news for her.