A Pregnant Sue Storm Is Dumped Unceremoniously In Front of the Baxter Building

For three days, the world was scoured. Reed Richard's sensors swept through adjacent dimensions. Tony Stark hijacked the world's satellite network. Dr. Strange peered into the Orb of Agamotto. Nick Fury's LMDs checked in with every contact, every spy in his vast network.

Nothing. Because all of them were looking in the wrong place...or, to be more accurate, the wrong time.

Nine Months Ago, In Latveria

Doctor Doom's time platform glowed as Porkum arrived. The Latverian monarch, who had not yet met his future "partner," received him with a cold glare. The data-stream sent from Doom's future self verified the identity of this mutant. Yet even knowing what awaited him did not prepare Doom to see the naked, abused Invisible Woman slung carelessly over Porkum's shoulder, seed dripping down her naked thighs in a torrent.

"Hiya Doomie!" Porkum boomed with a massive grin. "Where's the honeymoon suite?"

A Doombot led them away—and for a long while, Doom's heart was heavy. Then, a chirp. Medical sensors in the toilet had confirmed Sue Storm's pregnancy. At last, he bestirred himself. The armor-clad monarch prepared for the months to come—prenatal vitamins, suitable diet, exercise, and medical care. It would be difficult to keep Sue Storm healthy throughout her pregnancy; she had such difficulty with her previous children. Nor could he separate her from Porkum. The mutant's pheromones and sexual defilement would be part of the fiction of her period of confinement.

Until it was time to break Reed Richards.

Weeks passed. Much of Doom's attention was given to his "guests." Sue Storm's waist thickened, dark bags grew under her eyes, face pale and drawn despite the nutritious meals that entered alongside the junk food and cheap **** that Porkum preferred. Her morning sickness came at its accustomed time, and even this period of misery and weakness offered her no respite. Doom watched as the blonde, beautiful despite her agony, clutched the bowl. Porkum's long, pink cock slid in behind her. Pushing past lips sticky with half-dried cum. A gash that he never allowed her to clean. Always dripping with his spunk.

Doom told himself that this was his penance. To make himself mute witness to her defilement. To empathize with her degradation.

In truth, he could feel himself grow hard within his armor. Blood flowed to his scarred cheeks. He became, as weeks turned into months and Sue Storm's waist thickened, a fervid voyeur. When at last the time came for him to call for allies, he swallowed his disgust and excitement as Porkum strode forward. All during his dealings with the pig-man, a part of his attention was on that secluded bunker in the depths of Doomstadt.

Months of constant sexual activity took their toll on Sue Storm. Even though Doom could keep her physically well during her pregnancy, the constant attentions of Porkum eroded her morals and mentality. She took active part in her own defilement. Where once she had watched Porkum's constant cascade of pornography with little interest, now she led the decision of what to watch, and what to do. Her gravid body had acclimated to the constant exposure to his pheromones, and combined with her own pregnancy pheromones her body remained in a nearly constant state of sexual arrival. He watched her sometimes stroke Porkum hard three or four times during a night, rutting with his **** body with ****, endless need.

Increasingly, Porkum had seemed oddly confused, as if he sensed that something had changed in their relationship. The way she did not immediately answer to his spoken commands. How freely she used his prick, whenever she felt the desire. The way she often sat in his lap, rising and falling in an endless series of squats, eyes fixed on the screen rather than him.

It was time.

In her third trimester, Sue Storm's hair hung in golden waves down to her shoulders. Her distended abdomen protruded like that of some ancient fertility goddess, her breasts had nearly doubled in size, the dark nipples stretched and swollen. Doom had been slowly feeding her **** to induce lactation early, had provided lactation porn and milking pumps. It had become a part of her sexual play.

For the last three days of her stay, Porkum did not sleep. For a moment, he was the monstrous beast that had conquered and impregnated the Invisible Woman. Held her arms so tight his fingers left bruises, drove his priapric prick relentlessly into her cunt and ass and mouth in an endless sexual **** that drained the stamina of the pregnant woman and caused her to scream in concern for the bastard child that grew within her.

Three Days After the Broadcast

Doom's time platform left the spent, cum-spattered, and enormously pregnant Sue Storm on the pavement at Four Freedoms Plaza. Cum leaked from her pussy, ass, and mouth. Spattered her face and hair. She was barely conscious, weak, and Braxton-Hicks contractions rippled through her body.

In minutes, the doors flew open and a strangely familiar face appeared in her cum-smeared vision. Unshaven, exhausted, frantic, its body stretched like taffy toward her.

Doctor Doom had a microphone planted to capture Reed Richard's scream of soul-shattering heartbreak.

What it recorded instead was a sob of terrible relief.