Porkum Appears In Sue Storm's Past

Susan Storm threw open the window of her dorm and smiled into the late summer sun. The rest of the girls in the freshman dorm hadn't arrived yet. The blonde teenager basked in the sunlight. Eighteen years old. Johnny was finishing out high school while staying at the boarding house, not five blocks distant, but Sue was here, on her own for the first time since...well, for the first time. She stared out at the old red brick buildings, at the student parking lot, and beyond that the hay field that stretched towards the woods. The sun turned the tall, dry grass into a shimmer of gold and amber.

Then a figure stepped out into the open. The blue eyes opened wide at the naked and undeniably masculine figure. He was short and immensely broad, like a sumo wrestler but more compact, with the impressive of incredible muscular power. His head was undeniably pig-like, animalistic, with a pronounced snout and little floppy ears. With both hands he stroked the immense pink phallus that jutted out from between his stubby legs. Their eyes seemed to meet, despite the distance, and Sue felt the heat on her cheeks as a blush burned across her face.

It was her first time seeing any man naked.

"What's with the jewelry?" Porkum asked as he held up one meaty arm. A metal band encircled the mutant's left wrist; on first glance, it might have been a watch. Yet there was no face, no dial. It was cinched tight into the pink skin that surrounded it, and had no obvious catch by which it could be removed.

"Time travel always risks the creation of a temporal paradox," Doctor Doom said, as his armored gauntlets tapped at the keyboard.

The photo flashed, and Sue Storm grinned between Reed and Johnny. She hugged them both toward her. They made a trio. Johnny with his bachelor's degree, Sue with her Master's, Reed with his doctorate. Ben Grimm smiled too as he lowered the camera.

"Alright, lovebirds," Ben said. "We got somethin' ta celebrate, so let's party! Let's have some champagne!"

It wasn't the most expensive champagne. Yet Sue drank so rarely, it went straight to her head. After too many glasses, she disentangled herself from Reed and wandered off to the ladies' room.

Or what she thought was the ladies' room.

The door opened and Sue gaped at the naked pig-man that stood there before the old-fashioned urinal, the kind of white porcelain trough set against a wall. His immense pink prick was in hand, a few yellow drops dangled from the grose foreskin at the end. If he let the cock go, Sue had no doubt it would dangle onto the floor of the bathroom.

His eyes met hers. Dark, piggy eyes. The memory struck Sue. Recognition.

A hot flush burned through Sue's face as she staggered backward, the door slammed shut. For a moment she stood there, panted. The memory had been so vivid at the time, and yet she had almost convinced herself she had imagined it. Sue swallowed hard as she mustered her courage. She leaned toward the door and opened it again...slowly. Just enough to catch a glimpse of that pink, hose like length.

"You've seen mine," Porkum said, just loud enough for Sue to hear. "Why don't you show me yours?"

Porkum stood in the center of the bare metal sheet that was Doom's time platform. "To prevent this, it is the nature of time to split off branches. Alternate timelines, where there is no paradox. The chronal variance inhibitor on your wrist prevents this natural function. Any alteration you make in the past will affect the future of this timeline. While this timeline may diverge into multiple futures, the actions you undertake in the past will still affect this present moment."

The pig-man shook his head. His understanding of temporal mechanics peaked with BACK TO THE FUTURE. He'd always liked Biff, in the second one. Rolling in money and bitches.

Sue Storm sat in her hotel room. Reed, Johnny, and Ben had tripled up in the room next door. She'd heard Ben lumber around, the floor creaked beneath his weight. The hiss of the fire extinguisher. Reed had already disabled the fire alarm.

Whenever she closed her eyes, Sue could still see feel the burn of those rays as they penetrated the shielding on the ship. All of Reed's calculations had been wrong. She stared down at her hands. Or where her hands should be. They were balled up on her knees. She could feel them, but Sue couldn't see them. Her arms looked like they just faded out right beneath her elbows.

Then a tap against her window. Dumbly, still in shock, Sue walked over to the window and touched the curtain. Without willing it, the cloth went transparent and vanished. It was a dark night, but the moon was full. A familiar pink figure stood there, not ten feet distant, naked in the moonlight. A strange grin on his face. With both hands he stroked his long, pink cock. This close, she could clearly see the pendulous balls that pulled up and down as his hips swung back and forth. Masturbating with his entire body.

Sue felt the familiar blush on her face. She felt something else too. A kind of tickle in her brain, as her flight suit slowly vanished. The curtain she held. The blonde shivered, though she wasn't cold, at the tickle of embarrassment and excitement that filled her. From his gaze, she must have looked like a pervert, standing there in just her underwear as he stroked for her. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. A bit of froth on his lips. Then that tickle in her brain grew, and her bra and panties vanished. For just a moment, Sue stood naked.

The white burst from the end of his prick shocked her so hard that her powers dropped at once. Everything became visible. Sue blinked, shook her head, and pulled the curtain aside.

There was nothing there. But something white and wet had struck the window on the outside, and oozed down in little runlets.

"Whatever. As long as I can get to Sue Storm in the past," Porkum said.

"Indeed," Doom said. "I am programming the temporal coordinates carefully. You will have a limited period to interact. Then you will be pulled to the next point in the timeline. So long as your alterations to the timeline are minor, they will not be noticed by others. Large-scale chronal disturbances will alert Richards or other, more sinister entities, to your manipulation. The doomlock will not save you from them."

Porkum grinned.

"Fire it up, Doomsy. I like a challenge!"