Meanwhile. upstairs, Reed Richards is working on something.

Reed Richards was a happy man. He was married to the love of his life (even though Sue still used her maiden name), he had two wonderful children, and he was on the Whoreoines.com "Freebies" list.

All the Super-Hooker's loved Reed becuase of his inventions. He had invented serums that provided foolproof protection against STDs and unwanted pregnancy. He had built machines that allowed even the strongest super-powered women to go all out while fucking wihtout harming their partners. Not to mention any of the hundreds of other devices he'd created to enhance their sex lives.

Right now, however, he was working on somehting more serious. Most supervillainesses had been eager to join the Super-Hooker revolution. After all, it allowed them to earn more money, for less work, and with no risk. The fact that they all enjoyed it (superpowers in females beign linked to high sex drives) was an extra cherry on top. But some villainesses wouldn't get with the program. They insisted on **** men, or on continuing their attempts at world domination.

Fortunately, they'd all been captured and imprisoned in the Vault, but Reed couldn't help but mourn the wasted potential. And so, he had been hard at work on the problem for the past week. And now he had a solution. His latest device would make minor adjustments to a rogue super-woman's personality, thereby bringing it around.

The Super-Hookers and SHIELD had initially had misgivings about the project, but after he'd taken steps to insure this device could only affect women with super-powers and could only make these particular changes, they'd signed off on it. And now the device was complete; Reed only had to test it.

Humming to himself, Reed picked up his clipboard and entered a code into the special security cell that he'd designed just for his "special guest", the infamous Karla Sofen aka Moonstone. He couldn't help but smile a bit as the bare bosomy blonde started thrashing in her bonds.

"There's no use in struggling Doctor Sofen," he chided her. "The gravinometric shunt beam in the ceiling above you neutralizes the Kree Gravity Stone bonded to your nervous system...and even if that wasn't functional that cross frame you're lashed to is designed to hold Jennifer when she gets...cranky. I don't think you'll be leaving until I'm ready for you to go."

"This is wrong, Richards, and you know it!", the villainess spat back at him.

"What? That I can make you into a useful and productive member of society? Or perhaps that I can turn that bitchy attitude into something more pliable?" His eyes narrowed. "You should have thought twice about threatening MY wife, my lovers, my CHILDREN to **** me to work on your mad scheme."

"But this world HAS undergone a fundamental reality shift!", she retorted. "I can prove it!"

"I've seen your proof and it's nothing more than technobabble and goobledegook," the scientist sneered. "I'm much more inclined to believe Doctor Sampson's psychiatric reports that show you to be a paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of this 'previous reality'." He moved over to her and put a headband full of blinking lights over her temples. "It's a side effect of the alien energies that empower you."

He reached up to squeeze her breasts, making her moan softly. "You're sick, Karla. We're just helping you to become well again."

"Please...don't...", she pleaded. "I...I'll be good. I promise."

"Yes, you will be," he smirked, throwing the switch.

"I'm honestly disappointed, Karla. You were one of the first villainesses to turn over a new leaf. To see you take up the same habits as Lascivious and her Grapplers once again... It's honestly pathetic," Reed said, stroking his goatee as the machine powered up.

"Please," Moonstone was practically begging, "Don't do this! You don't understand what's going on!"

"I understand perfectly, Karla," Reed said, "You've backslid. But if this device works, you'll be back to normal in no time."

Moonstonte was sobbing, struggling in her bonds, trying desperately to give away. But they must have been tested to hold gods, because she wasn't getting up at all.

She screamed, begging for help...

...and received it when She-Hulk slammed her fist into the device.

Reed gave her an incredulous look, Moonstone sagging in relief in her bonds. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"One, I was NEVER comfortable with you making this machine no matter what the majority said, and two, she's telling the truth. Or at least a version of it," She-Hulk said, giving Reed a scathing look.

Reed blinked.

Rick Jones walked in next. "Reed," She-Hulk said, "Rick remembers a different reality too. From the details, it's the same one Moony here remembers. I mean, who could honestly resist me long enough to talk?"

Reed blinked. "WHAT?"

Rick blushed. "She almost had me too... Then she mentioned what was going on with Moonstone..."

"I told you," Moonstone said, sighing in relief.

Reed looked from Rick to Moonstone, and frowned. "This... This is disturbing... I need to consult with a few others on this..."

(originally posted to the Superstories Addventure by Shendude, A Nony Mouse, and Fanfic Fetishist)