Reed Richards Goes To Doctor Strange

"It's Doom," Reed Richards said.

"I know," Strange said.

Wong served tea. Ben Grimm was seated on the floor, playing with a spectral, talking basset hound. Johnny Storm paced, eyebrows alight, his whole manner agitated. The silver-haired Clea, in an elegant purple gown whose black strands seemed to move on their own when not directly observed, hung back from the conversation, watching all, but saying nothing.

"Thank you, Wong," Doctor Strange said. The Master of the Mystic Arts sat cross-legged, floating a few feat above the floor. He seemed older today, there was more white in his hair and moustache, and he wore an older uniform, deep blues and blacks.

Between them floated what looked like a crystal orb. Yet things moved within its depths. Images. Familiar faces. Susan's face appeared frequently.

"I became aware of the situation not long before you arrived. Doom has been...interfering...with my divinations. Hiding his actions and the consequences. Yet things have progressed too far now for him to conceal all of what he has been up to," Doctor Strange said, then sipped his tea. "I am not sure he is entirely aware of what he has unleashed."

Reed inclined his head, awaiting an explanation.

"The entity that Doom brought here—this Porkum—is from a very different universe. One dominated by lust, sex, carnality, sexual domination, and degradation," the sorcerer said. "The very laws of physics and metaphysics in that universe are corrupted. Imagine if gravity didn't just have a personality, but that they were perpetually horny and wanted to see women grow massive breasts and **** to take huge cocks in every hole like cum-thirsty sluts, their pride and power inverted as they became whorish parodies of themselves."

Mister Fantastic's face twisted into a scowl, obviously unhappy at this concept.

"Porkum brought something with him. A piece of his universe, a fragment of the powers of his home reality. It is...infecting our own realm."

"The radioactive isotope," Reed realized. "It must be interacting with our own universe. Integrating itself into our laws of physics."

"If you would like to see it that way," Strange said. "The point is, we need to excise it from our reality, before the infection gets too far. Already, your wife's exposure has seriously corrupted her innate moral structure, and altered her biology to better accommodate Porkum's...excessive member."

"So you'll help!?" Reed said.

"We will help," Strange said. "I've already contacted allies. However, we need a plan. Detailed knowledge of the Baxter Building, how to get past your security protocols. Our primary goal isn't to free your wife. It's to retrieve and isolate the fragments of Porkum's perverse universe. After those are banished back to where they came from, we can work to undo the corruption suffered by the Invisible Woman..."

In the Orb of Agamotto, Sue Storm sat at the table with her girlfriends, the super-women drinking Porkum's milk.

"...and the others affected."