Porkum Fucks The World

Porkum walked out into the streets of Manhattan naked. He hadn't showered for days. His two main bitches, Sue Storm and Janet van Dyne, hung back at the edges of his personal cloud of pheromones. They watched as every adult on the street, each of whom was now very much a woman and subject to his powers, caught a whiff of his pheromones.

There was almost a stampede.

The mutant pig-man raised his arms and triumph as every woman from 18 to 80 crushed about him, desperate for a taste of his cock. They ripped off their clothes in fervent desperation, clawed at each other's hair as they fight for the first right to impale themselves. He spurted in spontaneous excitement, and those blessed by his thick, rancid seed fell down in shivering ecstasy, fingering themselves in utter sexual desperation.

It was Porkum's triumph. He was going to fuck the entire city—the whole world was one big sex toy for him. No one could resist his power, no one could stop him.

Or so he thought.

"It's not so bad, Peter," Mary Jane said as she touched her transformed husband's body. Spider-Man's new breasts wobbled under her touch, and the naked redhead watched them with something beyond casual interest. Her fingers toyed with the stiff little nipples, traced down the tightly packed abdomen, to the little dark thatch which had once held a quite adequate cock, and now contained a virgin pussy.

MJ licked her lips as Peter whimpered at her touch. It was so cute that the redhead could hardly control herself.

"Face it, tigress—you've got a honeypot."

Her lips buried themselves in that bush, and the former Spider-Man moaned, unaware of the pheromone powers that her new female form had unlocked.

"All sperm samples across the planet now show XX-coded," the former Henry McCoy said, her blue fur disguising her naked breasts, but unable to conceal her new voluptuous figure. "We're looking at the complete extinction of the human Y-chromosome. We may be able to import Y-chromosomal sperm via time travel or alternate realities..."

"Which does nothing to address the immediate issue that every man on this planet is now a woman," Tony Stark said. The former Iron Man was adjusting the armor to deal with the sudden D-cups that gender transition had blessed her with. "Suicide is rampant; many male-dominated cultures are in crisis, and churches are polarized. We need to find a way to reverse this."

"I've been investigating hyenas, especially the pseudopenis created from the enlarged clitoris," Hank Pym said. "I believe I can standardize a procedure to 're-masculinify' a woman, but the effect will only be cosmetic, even if the pseudopenis is functional. At a genetic level, they would remain female. We need some sort of retrovirus..."

"A viral solution isnae feasible," Moira Mactaggart pointed out. "There's too great a risk of it spreadin' to the whole human population. Ye'd be exchangin' one gender apocalypse for another. An I dinnae wannae die with a penis. I'd lose a bet."

"I'm already working on synthesizing an artificial Y-chromosome," the former Reed Richards, now Mrs. Fantastic, said. "But it's stressful. My son has questions, Johnny and Ben are struggling to adapt, and Sue has disappeared."

"That," a new voice broke in to the voice chat. "Is not a coincidence."

All of the scientists on the chat grew silent as a new member joined the supposedly secure proceedings.

Victor von Doom's metal faceplate had not changed, even if the voice behind it, still gravelly and harsh, was slightly higher-pitched.

"The solution to this problem is tied to the cause. A sex-criminal known as Porkum from another dimension, a mutant with pheromonal powers that allow him to control women, has subverted the Invisible Woman and the Wasp, and used them to access a cosmic cube. That is what has altered our reality," Doom said. "And the fragile cube was exhausted in the attempt. Yet it suggests another possibility."

"You wish to alter reality again," Shuri, the Black Panther said. "Another cosmic cube, or the Infinity Gems."

Doom inclined his head.

"I'd almost prefer the retrovirus," Moira MacTaggart said. "Messin' wi' reality is nae good."

"Doom might be correct," Mrs. Fantastic said. Then stared hard at the screen. "Victor, you said my wife is under this Porkum's control?"

"Yes," Doctor Doom said.

"Then we have two priorities. One: to find a cosmic reality-altering object to reverse this change, and two: to bring Porkum to justice."

"His pheromonal powers will affect every female within range," Doctor Doom pointed out. "We can kill him easily enough from afar, but there will be collateral damage."

"Unless we find someone with similar or complementary pheromonal powers," the female Beast said, stroking her blue-furred chin. "The Mandrill, or Spider-Woman, perhaps. They could get close enough to incapacitate Porkum. If the reality-altering doesn't work, he could provide the Y-chromosome for a mass gender transition solution."

Reed and Doom stared at one another. For a moment, Mister Fantastic thought of the awkward conversation he'd had with his children, how Johnny had been on the verge of suicide, Ben struggling to come to terms with his ne w form and Alicia's assurances that she still loved her ever-lovin' blue-eyed She-Thing. Reed had tried to ignore the changes in her own body, putting them off until after this crisis was over. Yet the thought of Sue Storm at the mercy of a sex-villain...

"You did this, didn't you Victor?" Reed said suddenly. "This was some shot fired at me, and it slipped out of your control."

All eyes moved to Doctor Doom. He was silent, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.

"Damn you, Victor," Reed shook with emotions that were stronger than before. "My wife! My children! My family! Why didn't you just come at me, you...cunt!"

Doom inclined her head. Pride warring with pressing needs.

"What is done, is done. What we must do is at hand," Doom said. "We know now what we must do. Some of us must deal with Porkum, while the rest of us seek sources of cosmic power."