Porkum Nukes The Baxter Building

It was so pathetically simple that Doctor Doom never conceived of it.

Sue Storm, Porkum's cum still dried on her lips, set the atomic bomb in place, right where Reed Richards and the rest of the Fantastic Four would appear.

She hurried back to the mutant pig-man's cock.

Then, one day, the interdimensional craft was materializing. The bomb was triggered.

The explosion set off a shockwave that shattered windows across Manhattan. Reed Richard's collection of alien technologies detonated, increasing the magnitude of the blast and obfuscating its source. Every journalist and broadcaster in New York pointed their cameras at the burning ruin that had been the Fantastic Four's home.

A single tear ran down from Sue Storm's blue eye. Her mouth was full of Porkum's dick as he interrupted his regular porn to watch the news. Captain America was there, with Nick Fury on one side and Iron Man on the other.

"...no sign of the Fantastic Four. It is possible they were vaporized in the explosion. The Invisible Woman and Mister Fantastic's children were, thankfully, not in residence. We are currently not sure if this was the result of an attack by one of their enemies, but we have a suspect...a mutant known as Porkum."

"Son of a bitch!" Porkum sat up, his gut pressing into the Invisible Woman's face. "How the fuck did they get my name?"

Sue gagged. Porkum's little maneuver had forced his cock deeper down her throat, into her esophagus. She knew, of course, that she'd been making inquiries before her confrotnation with Porkum. If the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. combined their resources, it wouldn't take them much effort to put the pieces together.

"Dammit," Porkum swore. "Need to get out of here...quit choking on my dick and pack, you blonde bint!"

Doctor Doom sat in Doomstadt, a dozen screens on, each with a different newschannel. He observed the coverage of the death of his hated enemy. No bodies, but the remnants of their vehicle was clearly there at ground zero, and nothing organic had survived the cumulative explosions. He was fairly certain the pile of orange rubble were the remains of Ben Grimm.

Yet in what should have been the moment of his greatest victory, Doom felt...hollow. It was an empty victory. He had killed Reed Richards, yet he had not defeated him. Worse, in doing so, he had turned Susan Storm into a whore, orphaned her children.

This was not what Doom wanted.

He would need to rectify this situation.