Susan sighed a bit as she observed her body in the full size mirror in her bedroom.
It had been a whirlwind month for the superhero family. Galactus had hunger pains yet again, Namor had attempted to kidnap Sue once more, and the Mole Man had tried to steal the Grand Canyon. Luckily through the efforts of Reed, Johnny, Ben, and Sue they had prevailed. But the ordeal had left them all exhausted.
Susan was examining her body because lately she had found herself to be unattractive. Of course she still looked as fit and trim as a supermodel but to her own eyes something was missing.
Her thoughts were halted when the bellowing voice of Ben Grimm rang out, calling all of them to dinner. Now normally the thought of Ben Grimm making anything would be cause for alarm but Thing had been working on his cooking skills to impress his new girlfriend Blair, who was dining with the family tonight.
But what met Sue's eyes as she made her way down to the table wasn't a meal. It was a feast.
There were roast turkies, hams, pies of all descriptions, french fries, bratwurst, hot dogs, hamburgers, salads, salmon, in short every food that every member of the family could ask for.
Reed, Johnny, Franklin, and Valeria were already there along with Blair and Ben and when they saw Susan they ushered her to sit down. Doing so, Ben soon handed her a plate loaded with food.
A bit nervous and after saying a quick thanks for the food, she dug in.
The taste was incredible, fantastic even!
Soon enough Susan had polished off the first plate and went for seconds. That plate was finished faster than Reed could solve the function of pi and soon a third and fourth plate joined it.
The end result was Susan's stuffed stomach, though looking around at the table, she wasn't the only one who had stuffed herself.
After dinner and still stuffed, Susan returned to the mirror, cradling her distended gut. Gut it was for the round orb filled to the brim with food could not honestly be called a stomach.
Susan liked what she saw and for a moment she thought she might be crazy. Fat looked good on her.
But the crazy moniker soon vanished as she struck a few poses, replaced with a determination.
She liked her big belly. If she liked her stuffed stomach so much, how much would she admire her butt when it was larger? Or her thighs? Or her face surrounded by fat?
One would think that Susan was under the enchantment of some villain for her to be thinking these odd thoughts but such wasn't the case here.
Susan Storm was going to get fat!
But how should she do it?
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