Susan Storm-Katzenberg...leader of FILTH!!!

THE EPIC ENDING WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR....

(This chapter was heavily inspired, and co-written by UTHER. Thank you so much for input over years)

Day 27 of the Invasion of the moon.....

“You gotta be kidding me!” her delicate fingers were shaking in disbelief and horror while they were holding the little mountain of papers in her hands. Some of her once perfect manicured nails were split and broken in the last few days of **** battles versus the merciless invaders. Today she had to watch as Tony Stark was finally overthrown by swarm of countless flying brood drones. Iron Man was one of the mightiest protectors of the defending forces in the last weeks. His armor a weapon of pure technologies without any superhuman enforcements at all. But even he, genius and master of several mighty empowered weapons, was just a human and had to reach his limits sooner or later.

He was somehow rescued by a tactical squad of unmanned armors. But damn did his own looked messed up. Large parts of it were simply gone and Medusa was not sure at all, if that wasn’t the fact for Tony's body also.

War-Machine and some strange armored warrior called Firepower jumped in and could bomb a much needed aisle in the onslaught of the invaders, so they had to regroup and gave the defending forces a chance to fortify their stand. But their position was **** for sure and as Medusa got the message from headquarters, that they got the call from the Wasp for much needed reinforcements, a tiny glimpse of hope started to gleam in her mist of screams of pain and dying breaths.

So she returned to her palace. Still wearing her purple battelsuit, torn and sprayed by blood of her own men and the enemies.

There was a cadre of people waiting for her in the conference room. Zora Vukovic, the heroine of Lateveria known as Victorious bowed in her golden armor to the royal Queen of the Inhumans. Her partner Ivan Kragoff, aka the Red Ghost, now head of Federal Counterintelligence Service (FSK) bowed as well. At their side was head of SHIELD, Sharon Carter, who wore a strange SHIELD outfit, that cut low over her breasts, and went down to a skirt, just below her ass. There was a strange italicized “F” in dripping red where the SHIELD logo should be. Next to her, almost touching her knees with his own, was the villainous Red Skull of HYDRA. Along with them sat newly appointed, New York House Rep. Adrian Toomes, aka the Vulture. Sitting close to him, ODDLY close, was Janet van Dyne in some version of her wasp costume, Medusa had never seen before. It was white, for the most parts that were existing at least. Her left leg was bare and the white spandex was barely able to cover her crotch. Blue knee high boots with skyscraper heels of course. Large parts of her front lay open also and some blue and white stripes barely covered her cleavage. Something about them was odd. They were a mix of white and blue and in the whole looked like a W for Wasp of course. But if you tried to read them on its own the looked more like a V and a U. But VU? That makes no sense at all.

This was an odd collection. “I cannot understand why the Vulture, Red Skull, Red Ghost, and Latveria are here,” Medusa looked to Janet Van Dyne with her heart pounding.

Adrian Toomes was livid, “I'm a UNITED STATES....”

Jan slapped his knee, “I got this,” she stood up, walking around the table, while her unique heels clicked loudly. “You need help,” Janet pointed to a screen, and a power-point came up. It was showing the losses. “The Brood are too many, and we suspect they're receiving help from the Skrull.”

Medusa looked over, and finally noticed Felicia Hardy, and a hideous looking creature standing at her side. The Black Cat in some costume that looked also a little familiar to her new one, she wore a while ago. The deep cut between her breasts reached even below her impressive six-pack and the navel, right down to her pelvis. Was there a slight string of white hair at the bottom, are these scratches in her smooth skin? And why does the cleavage looked like a V to Medusa's eyes? An oddly italicized “F” with dripping red blood was on her breast.

“They're just body guards,” Janet noticed Medusa's attention. “Please, your Majesty, what we are offering is the intelligence of both Russia, the United States, and Latveria, as well as technology from Hydra.” She looked to Red Skull, “which is why his presence was requested.” She began to open a folder on the table and slide it to Medusa. “But you need bodies. Actual feet on the ground. We cannot provide that from the US, nor Latveria, or Russia.”

“And the Avengers,” Medusa asked Janet.

“I will help, and other heroines are prepared to fight,” Jan answered strangely.

Medusa opened the file and then gasped. Janet was saying the salvation of the Inhumans lied with Subterranea. It made Medusa retch, but she was a queen and here was possible rescue of the Inhuman empire in her hands. The contract that would grant them reinforcements in numbers that could handle the broods forces. The Wasp had managed in some way to convince the Moleman to sent his folk to battle a war, none of his own at least so far. No one could really say, what the brood would do, after they could claim the moon on their own, but it is fairly improbable that they would stop after that. Of course everyone on earth feared of good reason for them to turn their attention at their real target soon after they owned the single moon of earth.

But it was most unlikely that the single minded Moleman or his people would bother about something that was not indeed invading through their tunnels right now. So Medusa had of course doubts as she read quietly, and Wasp went over finer points.

But there it was. Hope. She went over page after page, but it became daunting. This was it, her only hope. She knew that some factions in this room were looking to control the moon, but with the Royal Family at her side, alive, they could weather tis. With help. So she signed the document. The contract that would save her people and, without Medusa recognizing it at first, seal her doom.

“§346 chpt 3. The rightful ruler of the Inhumans Queen Medusalith Amaquelin Boltagon would be liable to the Moleman for the casualties of the Mole-people with her mind, soul and body.”

3 Weeks later

“Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please ask for you to calm down and let me explain?” Medusa did her best to let her voice sound as calm as she could manage, while she had rose from her chair, her arms and fingers spread while her red mane waved as the only sign of her own malaise. As the nearly 50 men and women in-front of her slowly turned calm again, she led one of her hands rise to gently brush one of her strands back behind her tiara.

The reporters from all around the globe looked up at the ravishing queen in her elegant purple dress, a view that could have matched easily with every starlet on the red carpets all over earth. Elegant and confident, with just enough skin to emphasize her perfect and carefully chosen outfit. A true queen indeed.

She had chosen wisely, especially because she knew what bad news she had to tell them and how important it was, that the news that will soon spread through every part of the civilized world had to hit the right tone or right after them fear and riots would follow them.

“Thank you my kind humans. I knew I could trust in your sense of responsibility.” she spoke in her deep sensual voice again, after most of the reporters took seat or started to take pictures and bath the redhead beauty in a sea of flashing lights again. “Yes, I am sorry but you understood me right. The moon is under attack and my people are fighting a losing war against an enemy that you all know as The Brood. Please, let me finish first what I have to say to you, then I will gladly take my time to answer your questions.”

“It all started with the impact of the comet at the dark side of the moon 5 weeks ago, that we all have noticed. My husband King Blackagar Boltagon immediately sent a team of our best scientist and engineers to insure that the impact would cause no harm to our and your people. And indeed. Even if it hit a huge crate, it seemed to be nothing extraordinary to our situation on the moon. As we had informed your governments 29 days ago.

And I can assure you, that our people did their best and had no chance to recognize what had happened 5 days later. Up to today we cannot say in any way for sure, that the impact really had to do with the invasion that followed.

But down in the crate had opened some kind of portal to whatever lies behind and through that portal started an invasion of the alien species you know as the brood like never recorded before.

They emerged in the ten thousands just in the first 12 hours. All of them of the soldier breed and some of them in sizes and forms that had not been seen in the solar system before. There could not be any doubt of their hostile claims and so my people took the call for arms and we met them at the battlefield.

In the first few hours we could claim victory at several fronts and even managed to throw them back to several hives their **** or builder breeds where rising up all around the crate. We were confident that we could manage this crisis before it could really kick in.

But then something strange happened. Me and my people, we began to lose our strength and powers. It was a slowly fading away effect, that we could not recognize at first in the heat of the battles, it could have been exhaustion. But it wasn’t. The brood itself rayed out some kind of illness in my people that just took away our Inhuman strength and powers. Up to know, we are not sure, what exactly it is, but in a lack of explanations we named it the exhaustion.

And as I am immensly sorry to say, the exhaustion effects not just my people, as we could recognize at other heroes who raised to help us, it seems to effect mutants and other human beings in the influence of supernatural powers too.

Today at Day 44 of the invasion the brood holds 3 of 4 parts of the moon and as far as we know, we have to apprehend that we will not be able to hold my kingdom for more than ten more days.”

With the last sentence the reporters began to riot in an outburst of questions and flashing lights again and Medusa had to take a break for a few breath. Doing her best to still look confident and collected but in her inside she was shaken in despair and grief. Up to today hundreds of her people had died in this conflict, two of her cousins were missing in action and even her beloved sister Crystal the mighty elemental lord had suffered a nearly lethal injury she was slowly recovering from. To slow in the estimation of her doctors, so they had made sure, that she was transported to a safe place on earth at the request of SHIELD itself. Yet, what strange place they had sent her, with such a strange being as her protector, Medusa frowned in concern and disgust.

Enough! You are representing your kingdom. Your people, who fight and die for you! You will not show this people any sign of weakness or hurt feelings!

And so, even before her grief could manage its path on her beautiful features, Medusa's view rose again and she spoke of the only answer. “It is with great honor,” Medusa was disgusted with the deal with the Moleman, but she couldn't upset him. Not now. “That the Inhumans, entered into a contract with Subterranea, and its gracious lord, the Moleman.” There was a collective gasp, and then Medusa explained her stance. They needed the help, and she would do ANYTHING for her kingdom. “ANYTHING!” Medusa slammed the podium with vigor. “I will field questions,” she nodded gaining her composure.

A reporter asked if the Inhumans had fully retreated. Or if they still fought.

“Yes, we are still fighting and letting the brood pay a high price for every feet we have to retreat.”

“Indeed, we are suspecting too that this is not a single invasion and that there are several hive queens involved in it.” She said with pride in her people.

The New York times reporter asked if the Inhumans had attacked the portal.

“No, we could not reach the portal at all so far, because the brood had build some kind of huge swarm stock above the crate, that even the unleashed power of my husbands voice was not able to crumble complete.” Medusa was answering at a rapid fire pace, proud of herself.

“What of other teams, races, or heroes?” A man shouted above raised hands.

“We have informed different superhero teams and governments 18 days ago and so far we could battle with the aid of SHIELD, the Avengers, and several others.” Medusa would not speak of HYDRA or Latverian assistance.

The Wall Street Journal asked if other heroes lost powers.

“Yes, they all are effected. Losing their superhuman powers, returning to their normal alternate beings, even losing their superhuman strength and just being as strong as a normal man would be compared to their body-size and fitness.” She answered honestly.

Oh mighty beyonder NO! Medusa gasped to herself.

Right there on the far left of the third line sat Ms Susan Storm Richards and was throwing her hand in the air. Medusa had recognized her a few minutes after Susan and the fat disgusting excuse of a man Nick Katzenberg had arrived and taken a seat. They very here in order of some magazine they worked for or owned? Medusa was not sure at all. All she knew was, that if it wasn’t for the reputation of the unquestionably trustworthy Invisible Woman no reporter of this low class smut paper would have had a chance to be at a press conversation of this meaning and importance.

It had been nearly 2 month now, that they had met in the SHIELD Classroom. 2 month of the high and mighty Susan Storm being in Medusa's head. Doing it in the most depraving imaginable ways with the fat toad of a man Nick Katzenberg. And loving every fucking single stroke of it. She was disgusted by it, she was unable to explain it in any way at all, like every sane and proud woman should. How was it in any way possible that a being so pure and elegant like the invisible woman, would lay in any way at all with a fat tard and loser like him?

Of course she had talked with no one at all about what she had seen and was thinking about since then. How could she? Without defrauding a once so good friend of hers.

Medusa even tried to reach Susan for 3 times after they had left in the class room, without any success in reaching her.

She tried to forget it. Susan was a proud and intelligent woman at least, she should know what she was doing and she nearly managed to do so. But at this one night 3 weeks ago, as she was making out with her beloved husband, right before Gorgon was knocking at their chamber doors, Sue returned. And while the proud and graceful Queen of the Inhumans was riding her beloved husband, nearly reaching her peek. She was thinking about Susan Storm lying beneath Nick Katzenberg, while he was pounding her like a common whore and they both looking up at Medusa. Teasing and mocking her with their glares. She shook her head clear...

“Ms Katzenberg I can see your hand rising, I assure… you… I'll get to you…” Had Medusa really said it? Was it for real so quiet in the room right now, that all you could hear was her raging pulse, or did they had missed her mistake? Medusa was trying to find another reporter. ANYONE, but all hands except Sue's were down, and now all eyes were on Susan Storm-Richards. Medusa was hoping they'd pass over and forget quickly her fau paux.

Sue had not, that was for sure. The one moment she was wearing her mocking little smile on her round and lovely lips and just a single second later her face was a mask of anger and rage. Sue shot her "friend" Medusa a look that could cut steal as she sat in the chair. Even though it was something that was said, and not seen, Susan adjusted the brim of her glasses, and her face went beat red as people around her muttered. THAT FUCKING BITCH, thought Sue.

She tried to adjust her disheveled hair. Men and women were staring at her now, and it made her feel self conscious. She adjusted her white blouse, a few buttons were down showing her bra. She pulled her skirt down by her knees. She knew if she got up now, the wet spot of Nick's cum dribbling out of her would be seen. They had just fucked in the alley.

No one knew, she told herself. But, even as she said it she realized several people did. Janet, The Vulture, Vermin, Black Cat, Sharon, Red Skull, a few others, and now even Flash Thompson. No one believed his stupid story. Yet, it was the opening salvo to allegations. There were rumors for sure. Reed had been away the whole time, and people were talking. She was spending a considerable amount of time with Nick. "People" Magazine, a rival to Sue and Nick's tabloid media, had shown them out and about and close. She had almost dies when she saw the headline "Jumps from Spidey to Slobby! Exclusive information on Sue's new boyfriend!" She hated how seeing the words in print, in public, made her wet.

Then the words Medusa had spoken rang in her head. “Ms Katzenberg". Something about it was so hot. The realization of the words hit her like a brick. What it meant. What it would mean to the world to see this pristine heroine as MS. KATZENBERG! Her legs felt weak in the chair. Would he one day ask her to be his wife? The beauty Susan Storm-Richards married to "Slobby" as they called him. Ms. Slobby? It was so degrading and disgusting, so why did she want to fuck him right there and then.

At that moment, Nick grunted, feeling an invisible forcefield grip his cock.

Susan thought for a second, "Ms. Katzenberg?" That simply didn't sound right. Then she did something that she never believed she would. She put her hand down while all eyes on her, and scribbled something on a pad of paper, as if not hearing the remark. "That's Mrs., not Ms." Then she looked at her notes.

"So, how far are you willing to go to save your people? How DEEP is he going go....Ahem...are you willing to go?" Sue smiled.

“I.... I am sorry? What…” Damn! Get a grip of yourself, thought the stunning redhead. So against all better thoughts and lessons in professional behavior in-front of worshipers, Medusa took herself some seconds to take a deep breath and got her control over her features. She could feel how her pulse dropped from 140 to a steady 90 again and how her thick red strands began to relax to and quit their incensed waving. “Mrs Storm-Richards,” and Medusa threw all practical knowledge into these three words to let them sound as cautionary as possible, with just a hidden hint of mocking.“I assure you that, like every good leader of a nation, I am willing to go as far, or deep if you want to say so, as it is necessary to save my people. And I am ashamed for you, that I have to explain that to a once so proud and exemplary heroine like you. Your powers are better served with heroes of Earth, than to be gallivanting around with known criminals.” She looked at Nick. “We have missed you at the frontlines by the way and really hope that you will find your time to join us again, when you have finished your article for whatever you two wanna call your magazine.” Please forgive me Uatu, but Oh mighty that had felt good! Medusa allowed herself a little smile of triumph and looked out for another outstretched hand of a reporter from the Washington Post.

Susan's face went white, then beat red with rage. WHO DOES THAT FUCKING BITCH THINK SHE IS? "Ashamed"? "Once so proud and exemplary"? The words made Sue livid. She stood up, "Excuse me your MAJESTY...but I wasn't finished with my line of questioning," she turned to apologize to the reporter from the Washington Post, but the man simply shook his head and motioned for her to continue. The room was now apparently far more interested in the growing tension between these two "friends". Susan dipped her glasses, and looked at her notes. "Just to correct you, Nick is atoning for his previous, let's just say "perversions"." The crowd laughed at her words, she was referring to the scandals from his past, some that involved stalking Susan herself. We have come to an agreement of sorts. Kind of a way to keep him out of jail for his disgusting, deplorable, despicable," she was staring at Nick now, letting the words flow from her, "just filthy, and godawful ways". There was a strange tone in her voice. She fixed herself. "Its not pretty between us, but we have an arrangement." She hoped that would clear up some rumors. Still, she loved the wordplay, using the "its not pretty between us" brought images of their filthy love-making. Her pussy moistened slightly.

She turned to address the audience, "He and I run a reputable magazine that helps to humanize heroes, heroines, and super teams. It allows the world to see them in a more relate-able way, by delving into their private lives." She bit the end of her pen, and smiled looking up at Medusa. "With that said," she flipped her notepad to the next page and pointed to something in her notes, "is it true that part of the reason there are issues on the "front-lines" as you call them, due to the marital...ahem...issues....between you and your husband Blackbolt?"

There was a commotion in the room after the question. A quite rumbling rose to a fervor. All eyes turned back to Medusa. Her face flush red. “You of ALL people speak of marital discord Susan.” The royal queen laughed. “Next question, someone from a real paper this time.”

There was a laugh around the room. Sue was staring at Medusa the whole rest of the conference with ice in her eyes.

After the conference a reported from the Inquirer walked up to Sue who was collecting her things, noting how unkempt she looked, like she had spent the night getting hammered. "Did you state that you are Mrs. Katzenberg? Are you married to Nick Katzenberg?"

Sue looked over to Nick, "Why no, I am not married to him," there was a pause as Sue stared at Nick checking for a reaction, then she turned to the reporter, "I think you heard what you wanted to hear. I was merely correcting the 'Queen'", Sue said the last word mockingly.

The reporter from the Inquirer held up a microphone as the pair walked away, "So are any of Flash Thompson's allegations true? About what he saw?"

Sue looked back quickly, "Flash, as he calls himself is nothing but a small dicked pervert, and the only thing he saw was my panties that he stole? Ask HIM what he did with those?”

Susan moved through the throng of reporters using her powers, as she followed Medusa. The men and women journalists noticed the Invisible Woman, pushing them aside, and began to clear a path. Sue was able to find her way in front of Medusa, and she stopped the red-haired woman. She held out her hands, and hugged Medusa, as cameras flashed. "I'm sorry," Susan said aloud, "you're right, there are more important things going on than what was talked about in this room," her hands were on Medusa's shoulders. The cameras flashed, getting a glimpse of the friends trying to make up.

Medusa felt Sue's hot breath on her neck, as the blonde leaned in. The stench was putrid. What had she just had in her mouth? Medusa cringed at the smell, but hugged her new frenemy back, making nice for the cameras. "Thank you Susan, I hope you can help me with my problems Susan?"

Sue nodded, and cameras flashed. There was loud speaking and numerous people were asking questions, which Medusa's handlers began to answer for her, while Medusa was still in the grasp of Sue. No one could hear much of what was said. The Invisible Woman whispered in the Inhuman's ear, "I sure can help with your problems...I got all Nick's friends laid, and your sister?" She pursed her lips and puffed some air onto the red-heads lips, "That's Nick's dick right there honey!" With that, Sue walked past Medusa and waved for cameras.

A mortified Medusa sat slack jawed. Her mind went to her sister's well-being. What did Sue mean?

Savage Land....secluded hideout....at that moment.....

Crystalia Amauelin, or more commonly known as the the lovely young Crystal of the Inhumans turned her head, hearing the breeze, she could smell the beast, and now she saw his clenched jaw with razor sharp teeth, as he stared at her with his big yellow canine eyes. The villain Lupo's blue furry face pressed against Crystal's beautiful visage, and she felt his blue furred paw like hands wrap tightly around her waist. Now, on all fours, facing the small pond, Crystal was unable to escape this villain as she felt his weight sink upon her back. Their eyes locked on one another.

GGGGGGrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............

The dog mutant began to growl deep in his form. Crystal's head shot up from his furry face when she felt that red thing enter her most private space once again. “OH LUPO!” She moaned into the dusk sky, as the sun began to set on the horizon in the distance. She moved her front down, allowing her ass to move up, just the way the villainous beast loved it. Her face moving slowly now in the sand, as the canine mutate began rutting the young Inhuman.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His hips thrust into hers, shoving a big strange red dick in and out at a primal pace. His pace, his size, his strength, was nothing like Crystal had ever experienced with Pietro or Johnny or anyone. Her body fell, and he held her hips, humping like a dog behind her. “Ohhhh Lupooooohhh,” she moaned into the soft sand, cumming hard around his mutate dick.

“YOUR WOMB IS MINE HUMAN!” Lupo snarled slamming his cock in and out, until he thrust one last time, burying his cock, and flooding the girl with his mutate seed.

Crystal smiled in coital bliss as she felt her womb flooded. She suddenly felt empty when he pulled from her, and felt his cum trickle out, slowly at first, then heavily. With a dreamy smile she crawled to her lover who laid in the sand. He put a blue furred arm around her and they watched the sun set. “It’s beautiful my love,” she kissed the maw of the mutate. “You saved me,” she kissed him again. Her leg, which wasn't REALLY that bad, was bandaged. It required about 20 stitches. Crystal was referring to her lack of hope, and her lack of will to survive. Sure, initially she was apprehensive to be moved from the front lines, to the Savage Land, and in the care of this...this...creature. But SHIELD pumped her with wonderful **** that made her head light. Lupo nursed her to health. She noted his erections, under his white tunic each day, and it made her laugh. She recalled seeing a terrible sight months ago, of Susan being fucked by the fat Nick Katzenberg, that haunted her dreams, how depraved and deplorable it was. And how it made Crystal wake with sweat, and an engorged cunt.

She doesn't recall when the 'mating' started. Just that it began, and rarely ever stopped. The beast was on her constantly. Initially she fought, but her body responded in the opposite direction. Soon her mind caught up to the affection her body showed. “I love to fuck on the beach at sunset,” she cooed, rolling her fingers in his blue hair. They fucked at sun-up, sun-set, and pretty much whenever they mad a moment. Behind them was Lupo's small cave, where they remained together.

“We mate my pet, not fuck.” Lupo corrected his lover.

Crystal smiled up at him, “It was MATING up until a week ago,” she laughed. “When you knocked me up.” She then climbed her way down his body, until his floppy cock was in her face. She sucked the red phallus into her lips, and pulled her fiery hair with the black streak to the side. “This,” she joked. “Isn't mating.”

Months later......

“Leave us,” Susan Storm-Richards spoke to her handmaidens from Old Atlantis. She had returned to the Peak, the home of the old Kings of Atlantis and re-taken her throne from so long ago. She held her stomach, feeling winded as she walked. She hadn't really been working out as of late. Her ass was a little thicker and her thighs as well, so, she was constantly planning. She sat at the console in front of her, and waited for her handmaidens to leave. She then called up Norman Osborne in New York; Adrian Toomes who had Janet Van Dyne at his side in Washington; Sharon Carter of SHIELD, who sat with Red Skull in a conference room on the moon; Victorious of Latveria.

Norman Osborne looked at Susan Richards, her stomach was almost a gut, her hair unkempt, as she wore the crown of Old Atlantis, with a ruffled cape behind her. “You look uh....lovely Susan of the Storm, Queen of Atlantis.”

“Can it Goblin,” she crossed her arms, a food stain on her left breast. “Is the merger of Oscorp and Stark Industries finished?”

Norman smiled. “It is done your highness,” he had a wry smile.

Susan turned to Sharon Carter, “And the Brood, they are retreating?”

Carter, the blonde young agent from SHIELD nodded. “Our emissary Carol Danvers, was able to persuade them as you suggested.”

Sue smiled an evil grin, “How goes the campaign,” Sue looked to Toomes.

The man nodded. “We received the sizable donation from an anonymous supporter.” In fact, Sue and Nick's GiltyKatz studios, now worth 5.6 billion dollars donated most of the 200 million.

“And Doom,” Sue now looked to Victorious.

The Latverian shrugged. “No one has seen him. He is smart, he saw the winds of change. I am regent now.”

Sue nodded. “Well then...proceed as planned. We await Medusa's payment for the deaths of the moloids as per the contract.” She stood up and wiped her crotch and brought two fingers to her nose and then shot them out in a salute. “Under FILTH!” She shouted. The other feeds of villains and heroines did exactly as she did and yelled out.....”UNDER FILTH!” In unison.

The now Queen on old Atlantis readied for war with Namor and Atlantis. She'd need the combined forces of the Inhumans and the moloids of Subterranea. It all rested on Medusa now. Sue walked through the halls, met by her maidens.

“Must eat Queen,” the younger fish woman handmaiden led Susan to the ornate hall, where Nick Katzenberg was feasting on fried chicken. He made that familiar burp sound and his lip quivered. To all woman it was gross, but to Susan, it made her knees weak.

Sue took her place at Nick's side. She grabbed a leg of fried chicken. The chefs were getting better. “I swear you fatten me up ladies,” she laughed.

The handmaidens exchanged confused glances. “Queen Susan of the Storm is NOT fat....pregnant,” the young fish woman rolled her hand over her stomach demonstrating.

Sue looked down, her face going white. She held her stomach and slapped Nick over and over. “You and your FUCKING CREAMPIES!”

The handmaidens watched their Queen chase the small fat 'partner' of the human female. She was flinging chicken wings at him, yelling of creampies.

“We make no creampie,” the younger fish lady said confused to the older fish lady.

Weeks later.....under New York....master bedroom of the Moleman....

Harvey Rupert Elder looked down at the beautiful face of Medusalith Amaquelin, who was breathing heavy, her moving hair flowing around them. “You honor your people,” Moleman spoke honestly. “You honor my people.”

“I honor the contract,” Medusa looked up at him with a serious face. Her stern look was broken when the Moleman shoved his fat 9 inch cock back inside the writhing haired beauty. “Unnnnnnnngggh,” she moaned, her back arching, as the Moleman slowly pumped his dick inside her. Four hundred and eighty two moloids died in the war with the brood. Medusa had now “honored” thirty-three of them on the end of Moleman's cock. It was the contract that kept the gorgeous Inhuman in his bed, under his body, but it was not the contract that made her moan, and made her cum. Her orgasms had almost doubled the amount of fallen who she had 'honored'. And she came once more, with this fat slob's cock inside her. The contract didn't make her pull his body close with her flowing hair. Wrapping his fat body to hers as she spasmed on his dick. His mouth closed over her wonderful left breast, and he began spraying seed inside the Queen of the Inhumans.

Little did that matter....Medusa knew she was with child, and would someday bear Moleman the heir of both the empires of Subterranea and the Inhumans.

Above them....in a New York hospital...

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sue shouted, gripping Reed's hands.

“PUSH MRS. RICHARDS!” The Nurse egged her on, holding Sue's legs apart.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sue was in the worst pain of her life, and the nurses were annoying her. 'Breathe this way, do that', YOU PUSH THIS THING OUT, Sue thought and actually shouted.

“I see a head,” the Obgyn doctor between her legs shouted with joy. “Keep going Susan!”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Invisible Woman felt a pressure unlike anything, and then she felt the rush of relief. And a loud whining cry.

“It's a boy,” the doctor walked over to Reed Richards and was about to hand him the baby.

“NO! NO!” Sue shouted with rage, and held her arms out. “Let me see my son.” She begged, and the doctor handed her the baby. Something felt oddly horrifying seeing the doctor attempt to hand Reed the child. Sue cradled him. “Franklin,” she kissed the forehead.

Reed walked to sever the umbilicle cord, but before he could, it split on its on. He looked confused at Sue who was smiling and sweating, hair all over the place, cooing to her new child. She felt such tension now for some reason with Reed in the room.

The nurses came in and helped Sue breast feed. The little fucker latched right on and began draining Sue's huge breast. Reed left to make preparations for the child to return to the Baxter Building.

“He's going to grow up to be just like his father,” a nurse said helping Sue's back with a pillow. She wiggled the babies toes and went to check Sue's vitals.

The young baby boy, with hair looking like a comb-over finally pulled off Sue's nipple, and burped, his lip quivering. Sue smiled, a sense of calm coming over her finally as the baby's mouth clamped over her breast and sucked voraciously. “I think he is,” Sue answered wiping a joyful tear from her eyes. “JUST like his father.”

As the years past, Reed noted that his son was lazy, and unkept. Despite attempting to scold the young boy who was growing a gut at an alarming rate. Further, he appeared shorter than would be normal for his own progeny. Reed wondered if something was wrong with the boy.

Secretly, Susan was telling Franklin he never had to listen to that “horrible man”.

Five years later......

Adrian Toomes, sat in the oval office, celebrating his second term as President of the United States. He as signing a bill, to share with United Soviet Latverian Countries, the former USSR, Russia and Latveria.

“Adrian Toomes,” a voice spoke from the door. “You old codger,” Janet Van Dyne-Toomes, walked in, holding her pregnant stomach. “You have guests arriving,” she walked over and put his pen down. “I told you we were going to celebrate your victory.” She rubbed his hair. “Hope is with my mother, and we never get chances to all get together anymore.” The first lady of the United States adjusted her pink classy suit outfit, with a skirt befitting Jaqueline Kennedy.

The Vulture nodded, he grabbed his wife's hand and walked down to the back of the White House. In the yard, he was greeted by Mary Jane Watson-Osborne, holding on the hand of her husband, Norman, the Vice President of the United States. SCOTUS (Second Lady of the United States) kissed FLOTUS on the lips. Janet rubbed MJ's fat stomach. “How far along again?”

“Five months,” Mary Jane reminded her. Her tight red dress a little more risque, but SCOTUS was known for her wild side.

The servant of the White House announced the next guests walking into the yard. “MR. and MRS. EDWARD WHELAN! CEOs of Ostark Enterprises”

Janet smiled at Felicia Whelan and her husband Vermin. They had taken over for Osborne when he became Vice President. FLOTUS walked over and hugged her white haired friend, with the black sequin dress, and large “V” slit showing off ample breasts. “Welcome,” she kissed Felicia, her own pregnant stomach touching Felicia's.

“LORD AND LADY LUPO OF THE INHUMAN MOON!” The butler announced next.

It was time for FLOTUS to greet the current regents of the Inhuman family. Jan kissed Crystal, in her tight yellow dress. The young Inhuman held her mate Lupo's hands. It honestly looked like Crystal was ready to give birth soon, but Janet didn't know Crystal was carrying a litter. It would be her third.

From behind her, a hand was placed on FLOTUS, and the Secret Service moved into action, but Janet Toomes waved them off at seeing Sharon Shmidt, Director of SHIELD, with her husband the Red Skull. A pregnant Sharon rubbed her crotch and put two fingers to her nose, then she saluted FLOTUS. “Under FILTH!”

FLOTUS responded in kind, and led them to the party.

“LORD AND LADY AMPHIBIUS OF THE SAVAGE LAND!” The butler then called.

Janet Van Dyne-Toomes adjusted her pink hat and walked over to hug Shanna, Queen of the Savage Land. Her stomach was extended, moving oddly. She only wore her tiger print top and small skirt. Amphibious, the frog mutate nodded. “She drop tadpoles soon, new reign in Savage Land.”

Shanna waved him off. “It's fine Jan, I'm due soon, but we will make it back,” she kissed her friend on the cheek. “Sorry about the lack of clothes.”

FLOTUS laughed. “We'll all be naked soon Shanna,” she held her arm and let the King and Queen of the Savage Land walk to the party behind FLOTUS.

“JEAN GREY AND MODOK RULERS OF KRAKOA!” The butler nodded to Janet a moment later.

The busty red-head in a tight green dress walked in, holding the strange beings hand as it floated with her. Jean was holding her stomach, which was several months pregnant. The little being was staring at Jean's breasts, his purple legs kicked, and FLOTUS thought she saw something growing in his crotch. Jean greeted Janet, and saluted her. “UNDER FILTH” The pair then walked by. “We just had sex, contain yourself you little perv,” Jean giggled.

“Mr. and Mrs. CURT CONNORS!” The next guests arrived, announced by the butler.

Jennifer Walters-Connors, now large and green, with scales walked with her husband. Her stomach fat with a strange egg like shape. Her tongue darted out. Turns out the Lizard's cum had changed the She-Hulk. But she didn't mind one bit. “Sorry we're not as powerful as the others here,” She-Hulk said kissing her friend's cheeks.

“The head of NASA has no power,” Janet laughed and shook Dr. Connors hand, current head of NASA and now FEMA. “STOP IT!” Janet smiled and walked them in.

She came back to see four couples.....all Asgardian women and their mates. Sif and Bulldozer of the wrecking crew; Angela and Piledriver; Lorelei and Thunderball; and finally Valkeryie and Wrecker. They wore there Wrecking crew outfits, and their Asgardian garb. But all the girls were with child, holding their stomachs as their men helped them.

“Czar Ivan Kragoff and Zora Kragoff of USLC,” the butler nodded.

FLOTUS still didn't trust Russia and Latveria's regents, but who was she to have problems. There was peace, under FILTH. She ushered them into the party.

Next, FLOTUS noted Mojo on his Dais, walking behind him, on leashes was Veranke, Queen of the Skrull, Lilandra, Empress of the Shi'ar, and Emma Frost. The fat yellow alien was smoking some sort of hooka as he floated past, pulling the leashes on the three women's collars. They each wore **** outfits, similar to Star Wars, but with less skirt and bra material. Emma made her way to Janet, her fat human stomach extended in pregnancy. “The Lord of the Skrull and Sh'iar is honored for your invite.”

FLOTUS kissed her mutant friend on the cheek. “Your always welcome Emma.” The FLOTUS then watched Emma pulled, and walked holding her stomach. The other two were even more pregnant waddling as they walked.

“KING AND QUEEN OF WAKANDA AND AFRICA....MR. AND MRS. KLAW!” The bulter nodded to Orroro Munroe-Klaw, and her husband Ulysses the Red-Klaw. Janet greeted them and let them inside.

“EMPRESS OF THE BROOD AND LORD DEVROS!” The butler looked upon the female former human and cringed.

Carol Danvers, now fully a brood Queen had been fucked into assimilation by Devros. She had a Brood-like alien face on the gray humanoid body of the former Captain Marvel. There was an uneasy alliance with the Brood now. In fact, the initial **** on the moon was planned by Susan herself.

“LORD AND LADY OF SUBTERRANEA!” The butler then announced.

The reason for that ruse appeared, with flowging red hair. She was holding her husband's hand. The Moleman's arm was around Medusa's back, pinching her ass. The two were like brand new lovers. It was refreshing to Janet. “Cut it out, Harvey,” Medusa laughed and leaned down to kiss her short fat husband.

Janet held Medusa's extended stomach in the tight purple dress after greeting her. “How many is this.”

“Seven,” Moleman smiled with glee.

Medusa's mouth dropped. “EIGHT YOU JERK!” She rubbed his head. “This will be our EIGTH kid you screwy old man.” The pair walked past FLOTUS to the party.

“It's been some time,” a voice spoke from the door of the White House.

“KING AND QUEEN OF ATLANTIS!” announced the butler. “Mr. and Mrs. Nick Katzenberg.”

Janet lit up with joy st seeing her old friend Susan Storm-Katzenberg. “How long has it been,” she ran over and hugged the taller blonde in the tight white dress.

“Since the wedding I think,” Sue was holding Nick's hand, they're wedding rings touching.

Urpppp....

Sue burped, and her lip quivered. Janet wiped a stain from Sue's plunging neckline. “Is this....” Janet rolled a stocky substance in her hand.

“Fried chicken,” Sue licked Jan's fingers. She looked down at her crotch. “Cum's down there....I think....it was a long ride.”

Janet helped adjust Sue's wild hair, as best she could. Sue and Nick were obviously drunk. Which wasn’t great, since Sue was about 7 months pregnant. Janet asked what number was this. Sue held up three fingers, as the pair walked to the party. “Valeria was born two years ago,” she told Janet. “We named her after the planet we first had sex on.”

Nick spanked Sue's fat ass, and burped himself.

“Where is little Franklin these days,” Janet laughed.

“Little?” Sue shook her head. “Fuckers a teen now....he's always in that pocket universe of his.”

“Can you blame him,” Nick laughed. “He got all these ladies there with him, knocking the all up.”

Sue was NOT paying child support to alternate versions of her friends. No way in any hell on any universe. Sue didn't tell Janet, but an alternate version of her had already tried to collect for two bastards Franklin left her with. It only got worse. If Franklin met a woman, he created a version of her in the pocket universe, fucked her til she got pregnant, and then moved on from boredom. The fat short little shit was out of control.

Still, Sue took her place in the middle. She clinked glasses and made a quite come over the party. “When all this started,” she spoke. “I was just a pornstar fucking a reporter.” She looked around. “But look at us now. FILTH has united Atlantis, Wakanda, the US, Latveria, Russia, Africa, Krakoa, the Shi'ar, the Skrull, and Xandar, AIM, HYDRA, SHIELD, THE X-MEN, THE AVENGERS, and SO ON.”

Sue looked around. “Where strong men like Thor, Tony Stark, Captain America have failed,” she pointed to the many men around her. “OUR HUSBANDS SUCEEDED!” She then swiped her hand over her crotch, and took a sniff before shotting it out in a salute. Every female, all pregnant joined in.

“ONE NATION UNDER FILTH! ONE WORLD UNDER FILTH! ONE GALAXY...UNDER FILTH!” The females all shouted.

Cigars were being handed out by the White House help.

Sue began to unzip her dress, and around her all the females began to undress, and get between the legs of their males.

Nick looked down to see his pregnant wife, Susan Storm-Katzenberg, sucking on his pole. Her wedding ring shining as she held his cock up to her mouth. All around him, beauties of this world and others felated the cocks of strange and odd beings.

“Our wombs are yours to breed, FOREVER UNDER FILTH” Susan looked up at Nick and shouted then began sucking his cock harder now.

Next to her, Janet spoke next. “Our ass are yours to fill with cum! ALWAYS UNDER FILTH” The First Lady of the US sucked on the Vulture's cock.

“I AM BUT A BREEDING VESSEL, MY DESINTY IS UNDER FILTH!” Crystal told Lupo and everyone around him, as she moved her mouth over his cock.

Each girl professed allegiance for FILTH and love for their man.

FOREVER IGNORED LOSERS TAMING HEROINES...aka FILTH....had won.

Sure, Doom, the rest of the X-Men, the Fantastic Four, and several others were plotting to strike. But honestly, FILTH didn't give two shits. As far as they were concerned, they'd bred the heroines of the Marvel Universe. There WAS no going back.