Porkum Has Another Expensive Gift For Her

Sue Storm wore the necklace all through the week. The Night Nurse noticed it when she checked on the leg. The Invisible Woman had gone back to using an invisible cast to help keep her weight off the limb, and the Black woman grimaced.

"There's inflammation here. Might be an infection in the bone. I'm going to recommend you keep off your feet for a while. When are the rest of the Fantastic Four coming back? It's been weeks..."

"There was a dimensional storm," Sue said, remembering the last, static-filled transmission. "Reed isn't sure when they can get back. The children are still with their governess...I'd like to bring them back soon. I miss them."

The Night Nurse nodded. "I'd like to give you an antibiotic injection."

She prepped the needle. Sue made the upper level of skin transparent, right down to the artery deep in the muscle that the Black woman thought. The heroine's face did not show the pain she felt at the deep penetration, and the Night Nurse smiled.

"I wish all my patients had such handy powers," she said, as she dropped the syringe into a biohazard container. "By the way, that necklace is lovely. Where did you get it?"

Sue gave a small, natural smile despite the ache in her leg.

"It was a gift," she said. "From an admirer."

To those who watched her, Sue seemed to glide, her feet not quite touching the ground. Which was more accurate than any random New Yorker could guess. The invisible cast held Sue's leg immobile. She let her other leg move freely, but kept an invisible pad under her heel, so that the height was the same. It was the **** fields that carried her along, no weight on her wounded leg at all.

The weight of the diamond necklace weighed about Sue's throat, though. It was heavy. She knew that she should return the gift. It was pretty, but it was really...inappropriate. Even though Sue had already grown fond of it. She hadn't lied when she said it came from an admirer. That was all Porkum was to her. All he could be. She was married, after all. A heroine, a wife, a mother...

There were pink and white roses in the lobby of the pork plant. They filled the room with an odd smell. Not really floral. Something oddly familiar, like the first whiff when she opened a fresh bottle of Porkum's milk. The smell was heady, and it brought a smile to Sue's face, a hunger to her throat. Strong associations to powerful sensations.

Porkum himself was there, in his carefully tailored suit. And he had a small box in his big hands.

"Porkums," Sue said, using the nickname by accident and instinct. "You shouldn't..."

He opened the box. Inside were a pair of earrings. Diamonds, pink and white, a perfect match to the necklace about Sue's throat, was there. Her protestations stopped as he gestured to where a full-body mirror had been set up on the opposite wall. Without a word, she accepted the gift and slid the gold wire into her ears.

"Magnificent," Porkum said, his second chin wobbling above his tie.

Sue nodded. She stared at herself in the mirror. With the necklace, the earrings, the rest of her felt so plain.

I should wear more makeup, Sue thought. Better clothes. A nice dress to go along with this finery.

She barely noticed when one of Porkum's immense hands engulfed her right ass cheek.

"I was thinking," he said. "That you might need more milk. You go through it so fast! It will help your recovery from your injury."

Sue blinked. Something about that struck her as suspicious. Had she told Porkum about her thigh wound? She couldn't remember right now. Still...the thought of more free nut milk didn't sound...bad...

Porkum's hand gave Sue's ass a little squeeze.