Porkum Is Watching

A silent alarm began to flash as soon as the Invisible Woman entered the building. Porkum raised his small, dark eyes as a screen on the wall showed where the intruder was. Doom had expected something like this, and the alarm system the Latverian dictator had installed included ultrasonic sensors, infrared cameras, and exquisitely sensitive devices that could measure changes in electrical activity, magnetic fields, and radioactive flux. Invisible as Sue Storm might be to the naked eye, the extradimensional mutant could easily track her every movement through the building.

So he saw her pause, in the kitchen. Saw the bonbons disappear from their tray. The pig-man grinned with approval. She was already feeling it. The need for his jizz. Yet something told him that she wasn't there, not quite yet. She needed a little further push. After all, she hadn't come all this way just to suck the nut-juice straight from the source, at least not consciously. No, she'd come here for answers, or to arrest him, or just beat him up. That's how superheroines thought.

No, what Sue Storm needed right now was a little incentive.

With a soft grunt, the naked pig-man stood and wandered over to the wall. The once-pristine hole that separated Porkum's lair from the kitchen where the Doombot prepared the bonbons was encrusted with his filth. The wall covered with Sue Storm's photos was a jizz-covered mess. A dozen pornstars working for a month couldn't beat Porkum for sheer volume, and he stroked himself to sleep at night to the sight of Sue Storm's spunk-spattered face.

With both hands, Porkum stroked his cock to hardness. It was neither human nor porcine, but something inbetween. The base could get thick and hard, but the last for or so of the tip was soft and spongy, with a huge mass of foreskin that hid deep pockets of smegma. The pig-man grinned as he thrust the his cock through the hole, as he'd done so many times before...and the screen in front of his snout shifted to show how Sue Storm reacted to this new element.

It was the smell that caught Sue's attention first. A rancid musk, like the testosterone funk most men emitted, only stronger than anything Sue had ever smelled. She paused in the middle of her forbidden chocolately feast, her nose crinkled. The Invisible Woman sniffed the air delicately as she chewed and swallowed. Already dreading the sit-ups and crunches she'd need so that Reed and the others didn't come back and find the Invisible Woman looked like she'd been bitten by a radioactive spare tire.

Then she saw it, sticking out of a hole in the wall.

THe pink-hose like member that jutted out nearly two feet from the wall looked, for a moment, like a worm or an elephant's trunk. Yet as Sue crept closer, she could see it was neither of those things. It was something else. Definitely organic. Definitely alive. It twitched gently. The base of it was thick and crammed tight against the edges of the hole, even as the far end of it drooped a little under its own weight.

Something dripped from the tip of it. White, runny, sticky. Sue swallowed hard as she crept forward. A white strand ran from the folded skin at the tip down to the floor. Her over-full stomach churned as she reached out with one gloved finger and gathered a little of it. She sniffed, delicately, and her mouth immediately watered. Her pussy clamped tight. It looked a great deal like the creamy center of the bonbons...and then Sue remembered what H.E.R.B.I.E. had said about mutant DNA.

With a sinking feeling, Sue realized she was staring at that mutant. Or at least a part of it.