The Tattoo Spreads

Even as Sue strove to contain the crime wave that Porkum started, a very different war took place within her own body. Unseen, unchecked, the nanites provided by Dr. Doom spread and colonized Sue Storm's skin. The Invisible Woman had no idea that part of her tiredness were the resources stolen from her system to provide the ink as an erotic tapestry began to unfold across her lower back and buttocks.

The word SOW sent black tendrils up her spine and outlined a naked, lurid pig-headed woman. Hour by hour, small details were added. The topless, porcine Mona Lisa was framed by spurting pricks, each lovingly rendered with throbbing veins and different shaped glans in lifelike detail. The background was an orgy of animal-headed women, crawling naked in the mud, mounted or sucking socks. An obscene tapestry of animalistic lust more suited for a perverted biker chick or Yakuza doll than the prim and proper Susan Storm.

Sue, for her part, did not even look at the recent developments. She applied the dermal gel that H.E.R.B.I.E. supplied without looking at the embarrassing letters inscribed on her skin, utterly unaware of how, hour by hour, day by day, she was subject to the equivalent of months under the tattooist's needle. When Sue slid into her bra, all she noticed was the itch that she dared not scratch, determined to let the tattoo heal so that it could be removed. Her Fantastic Four costume completely covered the elaborate back piece, as every day the dark, animal-like eyes gained some added detail and definition, and the cocks grew longer, stretching toward her ribs and shoulders.

It was not a question of if Sue Storm would finally become aware of her new ink, but when and where the revelation would occur.

Doom's mask was unreadable, but the dark eyes within glowered.

"I fail to see how this will contribute to the downfall of the Fantastic Four," the dictator said. "Richards will return soon. He will see her new tattoo, but what then? He would hardly divorce her for such a cosmetic feature."

"Pride. Her reputation will take a hit," Porkum pointed out. "She'll want to get rid of it before he even sees it. Won't want to admit I got the better of her. That will lead her back to me. And we're ready for that, aren't we?"

Through the viewscreen, Doom considered his "partner." Porkum's lair was now stacked with gold bars, bundles of bills, and bags of jewels among the detritus of fast food, ****, and cigars. The pig looked somehow greasier than normal, his minimal efforts at cleanliness vanished as he busied himself with planning and carrying out the series of heists that left Sue Storm occupied and off of her guard. Yet there was a low cunning to the mutant, and his method had so far been at least somewhat successful in manipulating Sue Storm.

"We are," Doom said at last. "But what if you are wrong? What if she goes to someone else to attempt and remove the tattoo?"

"There's a back-up plan," Porkum said, and there was a strange look in his dark eyes which Doom did not like. Perhaps it had been a mistake to advance the pig-man both funds and contacts in the supervillain community. With but a little effort, he could now set himself up as another Kingpin or Red Hood. Yet Doom kept his reservations about his "partner" to himself. There would be time to deal with Porkum when he failed.

"Very well. We will continue with your plan, for now."