In Sue Storm's Underwear Drawer

Thick ropes of mutant cum burst over the Invisible Woman's unmentionables. Porkum didn't even have to stroke his shaft. Immense testicles rose and fell, the huge abdominal muscles in his gut tensed and released, and spurt after spurt of cum filled the underwear drawer. Soaking into silk and cotton. Drenching everything inside with superhuman sperm and then withdrawing, the portal closing as though it had never existed.

Sue Storm awoke before her alarm. She looked out the window, at Manhattan as the sky began to turn, the sun not quite risen yet. Rose and stretched, then peeled off her nightshirt and tossed it toward the laundry hamper. Reed Richards was asleep, having stumbled in only a few hours ago.

Time to start the day. A quick workout, shower, get the kids up for breakfast—

She peeled off her panties and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Opened her underwear drawer, not registering the smell immediately.

Reed Richards awoke to his wife's scream.

His eyes shot open, he sat up, fight or flight panic, instantly ready to tackle Galactus or a Skrull or...

He saw his wife standing there, naked, her hand dripping with white goo.

"It's everywhere!" Sue glared at her hand. At a thought, an invisible glove formed, separating the thick, white liquid from the skin. Reed stretched his neck over and stared at the white swamp of semen that was now Sue Storm's underwear drawer.

His brow creased.

"That's far too much for Johnny or Ben. And Franklin is too young..."

Sue Storm glared at her husband as if she was about to smack him upside the head.

"That's what you think of!?" she declared.

"Well, it's clearly—it was—it clearly wasn't any of them," Reed finished lamely. He raised his voice: "H.E.R.B.I.E., biological containment and decontamination in the master bedroom, please."

Elsewhere in the Baxter Building, machines stirred into life.

"I want to know whose ass I'm going to kick for this," the naked heroine said hotly. "And what the heck am I going to wear?"