Porkum Asks For A Dance

Sue Storm took a little more care with her appearance this week. Two-inch white heels. A blue and white dress, with a wide, matching hat. Blue lipstick, lined with white; eye shadow to match. She refrained from the instinct to lick her lips. This time, if Mr. Porkum wanted a little kiss, she'd be happy to leave some lipstick on him.

She walked through the streets of Manhattan with a bag of empty bottles. Sue had gone through the nut milk relatively quickly. Even now, she could feel that shaky urge when she'd gone too long without a sip. Amazing how quickly she had gotten used to drinking it. Still, it had done wonders for her. Her leg had basically healed. Skin was bright. When she was full of milk, her energy spiked. Lately Sue had been doing a lot of extra squats during her gym time, and she thought her backside and thighs were showing real improvement.

Getting thicc.

Then there were the dreams. She'd been waking up wet, every day. Dreaming of Porkum's kisses. A harmless infatuation. After all, Reed and the others would be back any day now. Soon, the children would be home. It wasn't like she was cheating on her diet to let her imagination run its tongue across the menu.

Porkum stood there in the lobby, and Sue immediately saw something was different. The furniture had been moved to the walls, the empty space replaced with a small, black wood dance floor. He stood there in his bespoke pinstripe grey suit, little pink ears twitching nervously. Sue raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question.

"I was hoping," he started, then coughed and tried again. "Would you like to dance?"

Sue grinned. It was charmingly derpy. She set the bag of empties on a table.

"Why, of course," she said.

They moved to the middle of the dance floor. Porkum touched a remote control, and a slow waltz began to play through the room's speakers.

He bowed. She curtseyed. They stepped toward each other. He was as tall as her, but much wider, and his gut stuck out. Sue could feel it brush her stomach as she placed her hand on his shoulder, and as he took her other hand in his. His hand settled on her hip. Careful, at the moment, not to move north or south.

Their first steps were exploratory. Finding their rhythm. His short legs. Her heels. Then they began to move, Sue's healed leg keeping up well, Porkum's small dark eyes fixed on hers as for a little while they lost themselves to the dance and the movement.

When was the last time I danced? Sue Storm wondered. Johnny's wedding? Ben's?

She had never danced much as a young woman. Sue had been too busy taking care of Johnny, and with her studies. Then she had become the Invisible Woman, had been married, a mother...

Her heart pounded a little faster. Porkum's skin had a sheen to it, and the musky scent she associated with him was stronger. Enough to make her head swim. She saw his smile of pure joy, as the waltz ended, and a new song started. Something newer. Faster. More energy.

Sue Storm grinned back. Gave herself to it.

Porkum twisted her around. Sue's ass brushed against him, and a sudden idea came to her as the beat began to pound. She dropped into a squat, hiked up her skirt, and let her ass bounce and rub against him. The mutant pig man laughed and swiveled his hips in time, trying to reciprocate. The Invisible Woman grinned. It was the first time in her life she had twerked.

Then the sound of ripping clothing erupted over the music...and something long and hard slapped against her crotch. The pair froze. Sue Storm could feel the warmth of it pulse against her thighs.

Is that...his cock? Sue Storm thought, not daring to move, not daring to breathe.