Porkum Penetrates The Baxter Building

In Porkum's lair, Doctor Doom made the final adjustments to the device. In the short time he had occupied the hideout that Doom had set up for his "partner," he had rendered the once immaculate living chambers into an absolute sty. Half-eaten food rotted in take-out containers; unspeakable stains covered nearly every surface, the mattress was pulled off the bed and the sheets were a soiled heap, and empty bottles of **** and crushed cigarette butts littered the floor.

One entire wall was occupied by photos of Susan Storm, under a sheet of glass. A hazy glaze covered nearly the entire wall, rendering some of the photos little more than a smudge of blonde and blue beneath the white coating.

Now, Doom stood back and showed the product of his genius. Mounted to the filth-crusted wall, at about waist height, was a glowing hole the size of a man's fist.

"While Richards and the others are away on their journey, they must leave certain devices in the Baxter Building on," Doom explained. "Microscopic gateways which allow signals to be transmitted between dimensions. By piggybacking those dimensional frequencies, a small aperture may be opened nearly anywhere in the building. While a full-size portal would set off an alarm, something small should remain undetected by the automated systems."

Porkum nodded. Doom was unsure that he was even listening. One great hand grasped the huge pink prick that extended from beneath the swollen gut.

"And you'll keep hubby occupied while I get to chucking, Doomy?"

Doom bristled slightly at this effrontery, but kept his cool.

"Richards and his associates will find much to occupy their time as they seek the source of the 'alien intruder' defeated in Central Park. I have seen to it. However, I caution you not to underestimate the Invisible Woman. Even injured, she can be a formidable adversary—and this portal offers no protection for anything you may stick through it."

"Yeah, yeah," Porkum grumbled happily. He ran his left hand around the edge of the interdimensional glory hole. "But trust me, Doomy, once a bitch goes pink, she's hooked on the stink!"

Not for the first time, Doom re-considered his alliance with Porkum. The pig-man was noxious to the ****, a pervert worse than many that Doom had dealt with. Even the Purple Man had been less rapacious in his appetites, and Doom had previously held him as the epitome of the amoral. Yet now he knew that Porkum's depravity sunk to depths even most demons would blanch at, and this his mind was preoccupied with sexual fantasies of utter degradation and humiliation for heroines. It was Porkum's entire purpose in existence, and even Doom felt nauseous when he considered a universe that could have evolved Porkum as its top sexual predator.

He watched as Porkum navigated a computer-generated facsimile of the Baxter Building's upper floors, everything except the most carefully-shielded portions of Richard's lab was accessible to the small portal, and the pig-man was already planning where and when his pecker would penetrate into Sue Storm's domain.

Doom shivered. If Sue Storm did not simply slice off Porkum's penis the moment it appeared, Doom knew he himself might eventually be **** to deal with the creature. Yet there was a perverse rationale to Porkum's plans, an animal cunning and low deviousness that Doom could never bring himself to emulate, combined with an unshakeable confidence in his own ability to sexually dominate any heroine that made Porkum utterly dangerous and unpredictable. Yet those self-same qualities were the very ones that might allow the pig-man to succeed.

Results were all that mattered. Doom took his leave of his "partner"—and Porkum grinned as he found the perfect spot. With his massive tool in hand, he fed the gross foreskin through the portal...and felt the air of the Baxter Building on his exposed porcine prick.