Superhero Nutrition Novels & Stories

“Do you know what he was taking?” “Um…” She thought for a moment. “I know he used the Men’s Superhealth formula, that magnesium drink for leg cramps, and… oh! He just started trying Excelse, that new one.” Excelse. I vaguely remembered a sales rep pitching it to us. It was supposed to help with weight loss while building muscle. I walked over to the display, picked up a box, and scanned the ingredients. Most looked familiar, nothing seemed alarming. But I wasn’t a doctor. I figured Keaton’s medical team had already checked his supplements. Still, it felt wrong. A guy who did everything right, who had a family depending on him, suddenly in the hospital. Life could be cruel. I stayed until clo

Swallowing thickly, ‘I overslept…’ He released me and swore under his breath, ‘Fuel. You need to fuel yourself to train. That’s what helps you get stronger and keep control,’ he tapped his index finger over and over again on his temple, ‘You need to take care of your mind and body, just like you would as a human. Just because you have supernatural abilities doesn’t mean you can allow yourself to be malnourished. Understand?’ A nod, ‘I’ll make sure to eat after.’ ‘Good. Now go,’ he gestured his head towards the lake.

I nodded, “I promise that I will take it easy now.” She took my word for it and continued, “You need to start eating a minimum of five small meals per day. These boys are going to be extremely hungry all the time when they have each growth spurt. They will also take a lot of your energy, so you need to keep your protein levels high. If you need a snack of protein once in a while, you could eat a few cheese sticks or a couple spoons of peanut butter per day or some mixed nuts. What ever you eat, you need to make sure it is high in protein.” I nodded in understanding and replied, “Lots of protein… got it. Does that include milk too?” She smiled, “Milk is good, but it doesn’t have as much prote

"I wouldn't have started eating steak with breakfast if you hadn't served it." "My fault. Got it," he grinned. "We may eat steak and roast for breakfast, but we don't--" "Stop," I groaned. "You are never going to let that go?" "Not until I have something better," he chuckled. "For the record, high-calorie breakfasts, specifically high protein breakfasts, are better for you. It will help your natural magical defenses grow." He stroked Richard's back as he shifted. "You feel that instinctively. It's why you ate half the table the first time."

he winks at Eden, who looks at his son proudly. "I'll help you with this," Tyler takes the plates to the table and helps Leo fill their cups with juice. He watches Will lick his lips while looking at the table. He chuckles and puts his hands behind his shoulders to push him to sit down, "Look, there is protein, vitamin B, magnesium, vitamin C and iron," he says, pointing at the avocado and egg toasts. "You need all these nutrients in order to have a fit body and therefore dance well," Wills sighs, "But that's a lot of calories," he mumbles.

If he ever mastered it fully, he did not even dare imagine how strong he might become. At the peak of his excitement, his stomach growled. Cyrus rubbed his abdomen as hunger washed over him. He pulled two chocolate bars from his pocket dimension and stuffed them into his mouth. The new ability was powerful, but its energy cost was steep. Power came from cells. He was not a plant that could photosynthesize. Energy had to come from food, and using this ability meant eating far more than before. Cyrus crunched through the high-calorie bars. As he ate, he muttered, "Looks like even mutants need food to function. In other words, no matter how strong you are, if you cannot eat, you cannot use your

"As you wish." He set Muffin down and began unpacking the containers. I watched in horror as he laid out the most suspicious lineup of food I'd ever seen. Not toast. Not eggs. Not even plain oatmeal. Instead, he pulled out: A smoothie packed with protein powder, banana, and spinach. A thermos of chicken bone broth. A container of scrambled eggs with kale. High-calorie granola bars. Avocado slices with sea salt. And yes, a bottle of electrolyte-enhanced water.

I tried to politely re-orient the conversation. "I'm sure the challengers will need a lot of food! What's on the menu?" "Plenty of protein and carbs to help them get through the next few months of training, that's for sure." Dina replied, but without missing a beat, added, "When you get back, I'll cook up a couple of eggs for you. You're going to need the energy to keep up with the Beta training regimen."

His presence was a physical weight that pressed against my chest. "I am not stressed," I lied. My hands shook, a fine tremor that I couldn't stop. "I am calculating the caloric intake required to sustain two thousand metabolically enhanced super-soldiers in a desert. We need protein. We need Barzil supplements. We need bullets." "We have them," Barzil said. He pointed to the west. "The Sand-Eaters brought their cache. It’s not much, but it buys us three days." "Three days," I scoffed.

He considered deciding on people’s fate a major side of his work. He was having his usual breakfast of steamed fish with fruits and vegetables, along with fresh coconut juice. He always asked his boys to drink coconut juice, especially Ricky, his top adjutant who needed to be strong all the time for the various tasks he’s asking from him. Ricky entered without knocking as was the usual case. His power had grown too much; he was the only one among the Dudes capable of doing that without getting whacked by their bully boss.