Porkum Will Impregnate Sue Storm

Doctor Doom's blood ran cold as his "partner" stated his aim.

"And how do you plan to accomplish this?" Doom said. "She will not lay with you. The Invisible Woman is devoted to that fool, Richards, her husband. Nor do you possess the power to penetrate their defenses."

"Not on my lonesome," Porkum acknowledged. The dark, piggy eyes fixed on the impassive iron mask of the Latverian monarch. "But that's where you come in. You have access to teleporters, portals, all that sort of thing, right?"

"Of course," Doom said.

"All we need is a very small portal. One drop of my seed, right in her baby-room. Guaranteed to knock her up." Porkum said.

Beneath his armor, Doom's skin crawled. Yet the possibilities of such an extramarital conception were intriguing. It would definitely throw off the Fantastic Four's family dynamic...and perhaps incapacitate the Invisible Woman for months.

"That...may be possible," Doom acknowledged. "But you know her reproductive troubles. There is no guarantee that the pregnancy will carry to term. Even if it is viable, she may abort the spawn, especially once the...features...become apparent."

Porkum's grin spread. "All part of the plan, Doomy. Trust me. The way to a woman's heart is through her womb. And don't tell me the thought that Reed Richards might be cuckolded by yours truly isn't a fitting ****."

Doom said nothing. In his mind, he was already designing a teleporter whose aperture was small and precise enough to target the uterus of Sue Storm, without leaving a trace. He would have to consult her biometric records, to target her during ovulation...his mind wandered into the intricate technical details. Porkum scratched at his swollen testes, eyes fixed on the image of the blonde goddess. His to defile.

The Baxter Building was asleep. Sue Storm lay in bed beside her husband, but had kicked off the blankets and sheets. Her breasts rose and fell regularly, the shear nightgown seemed to cling to her lean, athletic form. On her bare stomach were the little white stretch marks of childbirth, but other than that she was as toned and fit as a twenty-year-old. Her nipples were dark from when she had nursed Franklin and Valeria, but her breasts still stood out proudly, with little sag.

Unseen in the night, there was the tiniest flutter of light beneath the skin. About a hand's breath below her navel. Somewhere in the building, a dimensional flux reader expressed a slight uptick—nothing to raise to the level of an alarm. In the darkness of her womb, a potent load of mutant semen rushed toward a waiting egg that had just been released.

Surrounded, the egg remained inviolate as millions of tiny sperm drilled into the surface.

Until one found some chink in the cellular armor. Wiggled desperately inside. Nature took its course. The cell wall thickened, to block out any possibility of the other sperm finding their mark. Genetic material unspooled, recombined. Soon, the fertilized egg would begin to divide. Attach itself to the wall of the uterus. A new life, or at least the potential for a new life, would begin.

Sue Storm slept on, utterly unaware of the momentous change that had taken place within her body. Even her dreams were unperturbed.