Reed Forces Himself To Keep Up With Her, But It Takes Its Toll

The lab remained silent during the night.

Sue Storm grabbed the headboard and screamed, her powerful legs wrapped around her husband's hips as he thrust into her with the kind of steady pounding normally associated with industrial mining equipment. The soundproofing in their room had been upgraded three times this week, and when, at last, the blonde bombshell emerged from the bedroom smiling and refreshed, a limp shell of a man lay behind.

She was six inches over six feet now, with broad shoulders that narrowed to a trim waist. Her breasts barely fit the new G-cup bras she had specially made, which showed off her now enormous cleavage to advantage. Valeria had taken to calling her "Power-Mommy!," then smiled and giggled when no one got the joke.

"I'm going to go see to the children's breakfast, dear," Sue said with a smile. "You rest up. I think I'm good until noon."

After breakfast, Ben Grimm poked his head into the darkened room. Weakly, Reed Richards raised his head.

"Ben...old chum...take me to the lab...quickly!"

In the medical portion of the lab, the stone-faced Thing grimly followed Reed's instructions, hooking him up to a series of tubes from which various fluids flowed into Mister Fantastic's veins. Ben scratched at a rocky chin with one great finger.

"What is all this stuff, Stretch-o?"

"Discreet pharmaceutical supplements have given way to more elaborate medical intervention, my friend," Reed said. "This concoction includes a synthetic distillation of the Wakandan heart-shaped herb, clonal platelets from Captain America, mutant testosterone from the Mandrill, and a direct injection of cosmic ray-mutated stem cells into the testicles."

"Jeez Louise," Ben pronounced, as he watched his friend's rubbery body fill out. The muscles seemed more defined, the jaw more prominent, and if Reed wasn't already stretching, his Mr. Fantastic was already a knee-knocker. "Y'know you can say no, right? Take a night off, maybe ask She-Hulk what she uses ta fill her lonely nights..."

There was a haunted look in Reed Richards' brown eyes.

"Ben...it's all I can do to keep up with her. If I fail now, if I fail her as a husband, in her current state there's no telling what she will do. At first I was afraid she might seek her pleasures elsewhere...with Namor or Captain America...but her physical attributes continued to increase. If Superia's changes continue according to my calculations, Sue Storm will be at the level of an Asgardian within two weeks, able to compete physically and sexually with the likes of Valkyrie or Thundra!"

"So what do we do?" Ben said. "There has ta be an antidote. Some way to change her back, or at least arrest it."

"There is only one place that might have the answer we seek," Reed Richards said grimly. He looked more himself now, the super-science cocktail doing its work. "Ben, get Johnny and Sue ready. We're headed to the 23rd century—to Femizonia!"

"My temporal probes are reading the pre-signs of a displacement event," Doctor Doom said, as he studied the chessboard. "The Fantastic Four are preparing to travel through time."

"As expected, Victor," Superia said. She moved a piece. "Check."

Doom studied the board. He had been expecting this stratagem. They each thought several moves ahead. It was clearly only a matter of time before one would prove superior to the other. To say, "Check...and mate."

Yet that time was not yet. Doom moved his king out of check, and Superia allowed herself a little smile.