Interrogate Porkum From Outside His Cell

Sue Storm had not been idle. She had used the time to evaluate what she could of Porkum's story. Reed Richards had sensors that could measure the quantum signature of his body, and identify his dimension of origin. Which wasn't on record, but which matched that of the radioactive isotope that had penetrated her leg during that excursion in the park. Which definitely pointed out to at least part of Porkum's story as true.

But how had he ended up in the old pork-processing plant? How had he gotten money to eat, much less make bonbons? Something definitely didn't add up.

The Invisible Woman knew she was going to have to ask him more questions.

Worse, she could feel the hunger inside of her. All that jizz was so close, just on the other side of the wall—yet what she wanted wasn't more of Porkum's sperm. It was an antidote, and answers.

Before the interrogation, Sue Storm changed into her most revealing costume—the one she had worn while under the influence of Malice, which bared her midriff and thighs, and included the 4 keyhole cutout in her cleavage. A whorish uniform. However, if it caught Porkum's attention, maybe she could get him to slip, tell her what was really going on.

Sue held off Porkum's midday meal. She went to one of the walls and rendered it transparent. A hidden microphone in her collar caught her words and conveyed it to the speakers in Porkum's cell. One great paw was midstroke on his enormous cock when she cleared her throat, alerting him that she could now see him—and he could see her. The great thick brows rose, the strangely porcine face burst into a grin.

"Ready for some cream?" he said.

"Ready for some answers," Sue Storm said. "Part of your story checks out. But you haven't explained how you managed to set up that pigsty I found you with—or how you managed to feed yourself, or gather the resources to send bonbons to me."

Porkum gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Seated on the edge of his bunk, he bent over and reached down to scratch his balls. The enormous orbs looked bigger than before. Hanging over the edge of the bed, they nearly brushed the floor. Sue did her best not to stare.

"Well, I don't like to admit it," he said. "But bein' in a strange world and all, no money, not even clothes—I was **** to use my powers a little. You mighta noticed, but my, ah, bodily fluids have an effect on people. They like me. Do me little favors from time to time. So maybe somebody's got an empty building, nobody's using it—why not let me stay there? End of the night, pizza place has to throw out any pies they don't sell—why not let the homeless guy like me eat it?"

Sue's face was carefully neutral.

"You say you used your powers. Your bodily fluids. How did you...introduce them...to these people that helped you?"

Porkum's grin widened.

"Now, would you believe me if I said that just bein' near somebody was enough? Something about my smell. All smell's particulate, you know. Little bits of me in the air. They smell my dick, my spunk. The ladies, their mouths start to water, nipples get hard, pussies get wet. Where I'm from, the superheroines think I'm charming as hell. I'm in the room with 'em for a few minutes and they're willing to do me almost any favor. Of course, there's no direct compulsion. They can resist, if they want to. A lot of them, they find it intoxicating. Want a taste straight from the source. They can't get enough of it."

The pig-man released his cock and reached down with both hands to lift up his balls. They were definitely bigger now. Sue felt her mouth go suddenly dry, her stomach rumbled. The need suddenly ate at her, a hunger for something more than her carefully maintained diet.

"You said it wasn't addictive," Sue heard her own voice, soft and far away. "You said you didn't know what your cum would do to me. That was a lie, wasn't it?"