Porked! - Janet van Dyne Spotted With New Beau!

"Susan, look at this!" Reed Richards said.

Bleary-eyed, head pounding, pussy and jaw still sore, the Invisible Woman read the headline. Then she read it again, and looked at the photo beneath.

It was Janet van Dyne, seated next to Porkum. The article, on a quick skim, was all about how the fashionable heroine Wasp had been caught at an erotic film premiere next to the disgusting mutant pig-man Porkum, already becoming notorious for his involvement in shady productions in the pornographic film industry and...

...and it didn't mention Sue Storm at all.

The blonde sipped her coffee and frowned. She could see her knee in that front-page photo, so she knew she hadn't turned invisible. Yet the press had focused solely on Porkum and Jan. She could even see Jan's hand rest on the bulge in Porkum's pants that only partially concealed his mammoth cock.

"Maybe you should have a talk with her," Reed said. "It could be a Skrull, an LMD, or perhaps she's gone undercover and was outed by the press."

"Yes, darling," Sue Storm said, dimly remembering last night. "I'm sure it's something like that. I'll call on her personally today. Her reputation has definitely taken a hit."

The liquor store sold Sue a bottle of Tito's in a brown paper bag. Not that Sue needed the bag. With her powers, it was trivial to drink and walk at the same time, sucking in clear liquor through an invisible straw. The alcohol dulled the edges of pain from her athletic night out, which had seen her collapse into the shower in the wee hours of the morning, just to wash Porkum's jizz from her cheating cunny. As she sipped and walked, the edge of her hangover lessened.

It didn't make thinking easier, but it made the truth easier to face.

Somehow, Sue Storm had avoided being outed last night.

She had scrolled through the internet feeds, read every blog, article, and social media post that H.E.R.B.I.E. could scrape from the web. The press had assumed Sue was a nameless porn star—they hadn't even connected her with the actress on the screen—and were entirely focused on the Wasp.

A shiver went through Sue's body. Relief mingled with jealousy. After the premiere, Porkum had done things to them—made them do things to each other—and by the time he had sent Sue home, the Wasp was three feet tall, stomach so bloated with mutant cum that she looked pregnant, dead drunk.

A part of her hoped that Jan had made it home okay. Either way, she had to talk to her friend about this. Even if the press's eye was entirely on Jan, they were in this together. Bound together by biochemical bonds as well as friendship. They shared the same addiction.

The press were ensconced around Janet's apartment building, ready for a siege. Sue snorted as she sipped her vodka. Jan could shrink as small as an ant and fly right past them. Sue herself slid through the crowd invisibly, and slipped in the building with none of them the wiser.

In the foyer, Sue eyed the building's security cameras. An empty elevator opening on Jan's floor would be suspicious. Instead, Sue dove into an elevator going up, and got out three floors below, taking the stairs the rest of the way.

She was about to knock on Jan's door when she noticed it was already ajar.