Mr. Fantastic had reached his lab as he planned to, he knew the witches had cast some sort of a spell that as keeping him from getting a transmission out, but they hadn’t counted on what Reed would try next.
He fired up his machine, as a doorway to another universe shimmered in to view. This one appeared to have it’s own Reed Richards, only younger… prettier.
Mr. Fantastic found his lust rising, and there was little he could do about it. He reached down, as he imagined this younger version of himself dressed up as a cute little nerd sissy, with thick glasses.
“What do you think you are doing?” came the voice that distracted him, and with that voice came a horrible smell. Crystal stepped in to view.
“Do the Mistresses know what you are doing?” she asked as she approached him. Reed found himself gagging the closer she got. “Crystal?” he murmured only barely recognizing her.
“In the flesh,” she said before lifting her arm to give it a sniff which immediately relaxed her, Reed couldn’t believe her stench got even stronger as she did. “Let’s go see the Mistresses, tell them you are trying to get help from other worlds. Maybe they’ll give me one of my very own to stink up!” she said, and began to approach him.
Reed was forced to to back away.
“Okay,” he said, resigned to his fate, “Just… give me some space, okay.”
Crystal snickered.
***
A few minutes later had them arrive at the meeting room, where the witches were, the silver slime-boi that had once been Quicksilver had his gooey head buried between his sister, the Scarlet Witch’s thighs.
She grasped her nose as Crystal came close, as did Clea.
“Oh that is ripe!” Medusa’s other mouth said, as Medusa herself blushed from the crass comment but couldn’t help but agree. Still, she was too proper to say so herself.
On the other hand Mistress Strange seemed much less bothered by Crystal’s stench, despite her huge honker clearly making the smell that much more potent.
“Namorita, just what have you been up to?” Mistress Strange said with a cackle.
***
“So that’s it,” Reed finished explaining his portal, and the other Universe he had been so fortunate to find. It had seemed very similar to their own, only it had a younger version of the Fantastic Four, he’d been studying them for a few weeks before all this, resisting contact at first.
Mistress’s strange uneven sharp teeth grinned, “Excellent, you will help us spread our influence, and in exchange, I will give you your first pick of men to make sissies for you to fuck. Isn’t that what you want most of all?”
Reed ashamedly nodded, “Yes… the other me is quiet young and… attractive,” he said looking down, embarrassed by the admission.
“Oh that’s wonderful!” Clea said as she spat in surprise.
***
Aunt May stroked her cock in between making the tea for Petey when he arrived, she’d decided to call it Uncle Ben.
He’d make such a cute sissy.