Sue Storm Catches Porkum Masturbating On The Toilet

Silent stalked Susan Storm through the darkened building. Ninjas could move no more quietly. Any lock could be rendered invisible, its tumblers silently stirred by small **** fields. Judicious use of her invisible vision helped her navigate through the unfamiliar building. Though she had looked up the old blueprints, the pork plant had been remodeled. From the empty front office she slipped down a stairwell. Her focus was on Porkum, and quick, furtive glances through the darkened building helped her navigate.

Fortunately, the mutant pig-man seemed focused on his task. What it was, Sue couldn't make out from her brief glances, yet he seemed single-mindedly devoted to it, ignorant of all else.

Lucky for me, Sue told herself, as she unlocked a heavy door.

It opened into a den of squalor. Grease-stained fast food containers and empty booze bottles piled up in waist-high drifts in the corners of the room. On one wall was a broken bed, the mattress pulled off and stained, the soiled sheets no more than a crusty pile. The opposite wall was like a massive television, the screen protected by an inch-think transparent shield of plexiglass. Sue Storm frowned in disgust as she saw pictures of herself projected on that screen, her every wardrobe malfunction and slinky costume or dress. Nor was that the worst of it.

There were familiar, crusty white stains on that wall. A perfect glaze of white, the oldest bits grey or yellow and flaking off onto the floor. The stains were thickest around a hole at about waist-height in the wall, which was almost as thick around as the heroine's thigh. Sue swallowed hard, suddenly queasy as the smell hit her. An animal musk that brought tears to her eyes, pungent as an overripe cheese, overpowering in its intensity. She could almost feel that smell permeate her hair and uniform, it made her skin crawl...and her stomach softly growl.

The Invisible Woman's nails dug into her palms. The pain helped her focus. She was going to kick Porkum's ass. Take him into custody and see him imprisoned on the Raft. Once his powers were suppressed, she would find a biochemist in the superhero community to help her deal with the aftereffects of Porkum's bonbons.

He must have been making them here, Sue rationalized, as her eyes fixed on the only exit from this room: a locked door. Behind it, she could hear the animal-like grunts of Porkum, as though he struggled with something.

She took a deep breath—and immediately regretted it, as she nearly gagged on the reeking air. Her mouth instantly filled with saliva and she began to shake. Sue stood there for a moment as she struggled to regain control. Porkum, utterly unaware of the inner struggle that occurred within the intruder that lurked just behind the door, continued his laborious chore.

Then an invisible battering ram burst through the door. An enormous ram-headed affair that destroyed the frame and splintered the pig-man with fragments of wood. Automatically, a thick, muscular pink arm rose to shield his small, black eyes.

That meant that Porkum couldn't see Sue Storm's expression as she recognized what he was doing.

Perched on the extra-wide toilet, the naked pig-man's meaty thighs were spread wide as he stroked his immense cock. The ropy beast of fuck-meat was nearly three feet long, and the last half of it could not get properly hard, being only swollen and semi-rigid. His left hand stoked this fat, floppy prick with its distended foreskin, crusted with cum and smegma. The smell that radiated from Porkum was overwhelming now.

Worse...it was intoxicating.

Sue Storm struggled to control her breathing as she went light-headed. Her panties felt instantly drenched, a trickle of juice ran down each leg of her costume. It took all of her concentration to maintain her invisiblity. Porkum lowered his arm, ignored the splinters of wood embedded in it, and the tiny black eyes stared into an apparently empty room, the door Sue had come in ajar.

Then his pig-like snout began to snuffle.

No! Sue thought, as her heart hammered in her chest. Strange, unfamiliar sensations ran through her body. It was so hard to think, caught as she was in the concentrated miasma of Porkum's pheromonal reek. Too late, Sue realized her danger. She had underestimated Porkum and his powers. The Invisible Woman knew she needed to escape, to put some distance between her and the pig-man. Yet she couldn't seem to will herself to move, to act.

Her stomach rumbled. One pink ear, half-folded over, twitched, and the pig-like head shifted to stare at the space where the Invisible Woman said. The massive nostrils flared, drank in the air—and then Porkum stood up on his squat legs. Sue Storm stared with horror at the massive, hairy sac like a pair of cantaloupes that were dragged over the edge of the bowl and hung exposed. Porkum's snout flexed and sniffed as he stepped warily forward. One meaty hand still stroked his massive cock.

As she struggled to regain control of herself, Porkum made the next move.