Reed Richards Has An Idea

"No!" Sue Storm said vehemently. "I won't let this happen! I refuse to be **** to give birth to a monster!"

"Not technically a monster, darling," Reed said as he stroked his chin. Sue's anger and disgust at her condition a balm to his own wounded pride. Now that he knew his wife had not betrayed him, but was a victim of a nefarious villain, his mind turned to the problem at hand. "Or at least, half-human through your own genetic contribution. But there may be a way to end this pregnancy before it is too late."

"How!?" Sue said.

"The individual who impregnated you must have used a teleporter or interdimensional portal keyed to their DNA—the Baxter Building is shielded from most conventional means of access, but that would bypass it. If we can find their technology, we could use it to remove the fetus—it cannot have a defense against its own DNA-coded technology," he reasoned.

It was technobabble to the Invisible Woman. She placed her hands on her slightly swollen abdomen. Weeks of pain and fatigue—and a kind of violation worse than any she had ever known! Even Victor von Doom had never dared such a crime against her person.

"We need to hurry," Sue said. "If this is anything like my previous pregnancies, I'll start showing beyond anything I can hide soon—and then we'll have to explain to the children—"

"—or you'll have to go somewhere else to have the child," Reed said. His arms stretched out and he retrieved bits of equipment from throughout the lab. Even as Sue Storm lay there on the table, legs askew and pussy bared, Mister Fantastic assembled a band that fitted about her belly. A not particularly inauspicious metal belt that accentuated the gentle swell of her abdomen, and fit tightly after the weeks of weight gain.

"There," he said.

"What is it?" Sue said with a frown.

"A device to prevent and trace any other extraspacial impregnation attempts," Mister Fantastic said. "And it has a built-in image inducer—see?"

Reed pressed a button, and Sue's form shivered. Her slightly bulging baby bump was replaced with the formerly flat, toned stomach that had been hers sixteen weeks ago.

"I get it!" Sue said. "If they see me with a flat stomach, they'll assume the impregnation attempt has failed—and they'll try again. When they do, we'll be able to trace them, and then use their teleporter technology to abort this bastard!"

"Exactly," Reed said. "The question is, how do we convince them that you're not pregnant? We need to demonstrate it publicly somehow—"

"I have just the idea," Sue Storm said, unconsciously rubbing her distended abdomen.