Porkum Wants A Picture of Sue Storm Naked

"...I would be happy to pay you whatever you think is fair. Yours sincerely, Susan Storm."

Porkum gave a phlegmy chuckle as he read the letter aloud. A cigar was chomped between his teeth.

"A trap," Doom warned. "It is possible she has discovered the secret of your confections. Even without Richards present, his laboratories should be sufficient to analyze the contents of those chocolates...and your toy. Sue Storm may be attempting to acquire additional material with which to produce a counteragent or antidote."

"Ain't no antidote to me, Doc," Porkum said smoothly as he reached down and scratched his balls. "It works on a woman's own biology. Turns their own instincts against 'em. Women want a mate. Bigger, stronger, smarter, those all help, but at the end of the day it ain't about who's tall, dark, and handsome, it's about who's the most virile. That's what gets their juices running. What gets into their head. One glimpse of Porkum's pecker and its burned into their brain. Only a matter of time before they give in."

Doom, who had conducted his own assessment of Porkum's secretions, held his tongue on the matter. Instead, he addressed a more pressing issue.

"Time is something we do not have an infinite amount of," Doom noted. "Richards will realize sooner or later that he has been sent on an interdimensional wild goose chase. The cosmic crises I have manufactured to busy Susan Storm's friends and allies will soon run their course. She will no longer be alone and helpless in the Baxter Building. Your plan required her to be corrupted and under your thrall before their return."

Porkum snorted. One great pink finger ran along the edge of the paper. It even smelled like her.

"Well, we'll see. If she really wants my jizz bad enough—we'll see if she's willing to do what it takes to earn 'em."

Pen and paper were acquired. Porkum chewed on the cigar as he began to compose his response to Sue Storm.

"Mrs. Richards. A special courier has arrived. It is from Mr. Porkum." H.E.R.B.I.E. said.

The Invisible Woman fairly snatched the letter out of the small robot's hand. Even in the day or so since she had mailed the letter to Porkum, the reality of her addiction had begun to make itself known. Her bones ached. The blood in her veins felt heavy, as if it was the consistency of oil. Heavy sweats had assailed her all night, and the heat in her groin was a palpable thing, only temporarily relieved by means of an ice pack against her naked crotch. H.E.R.B.I.E. had insisted Sue continue to drink fluids to offset her heavy sweating, but everything felt thin, tepid, and weak. Not at all like the creamy, yogurt-thick bitter salty treat that she really wanted.

Once she had torn open the envelope, her blue eyes scanned the letter. They got wider, the further she went in the missive. At some point, Sue began to read it out loud, though only H.E.R.B.I.E. was there to hear.

"...working on an extra-creamy batch. I would be happy to send you all that you want, but I have no need of money. What I desire from you now is a token of your affection, something to show that you reciprocate the feelings I have toward you. A picture of yourself, naked, your womanhood exposed, would be more than sufficient compensation for more of my handmade chocolates. Signed, your special friend, Porkum."

Sue Storm half-collapsed onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling. If she sent the picture, Porkum would send the chocolates, and then H.E.R.B.I.E. could analyze them and...but that would require Sue to take such a picture. And send it, to a lecherous, dangerous pig-man mutant with unknown powers. The heroine bit her lip as the dilemma ate at her soul. She had no way to trust Porkum. He could do anything with such a photo. She could maybe fake it, with the technology in Reed's lab, but what if Porkum could tell a fake? What would she do if he simply cut her off?

The Invisible Woman gnawed at the thought. Then she gave the order to H.E.R.B.I.E.