Sue Storm Gets Hungry

Doctor Doom had modeled the average human woman's response to Porkum's various secretions. He had dissected the bizarre biology of the extradimensional villain. The weird hormones and pheromones, the strange shape of his sperm. Isolated tests on human brain tissue, lab rats, and finally willing human volunteers had confirmed the potency of Porkum's mind-altering chemistry. The way his very presence elicited arousal, feelings of love and devotion, removed inhibitions.

However, Doom had not been able to test the effects directly on Sue Storm herself. The Invisible Woman's cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology was an unknown variable. How Porkum's chemicals would affect her altered neural pathways when she was finally exposed to the direct source was something he could not fully predict.

The effect was infinitely subtle at first. A neurotransmitter attached to a subtly different receptor. Inhibitions were still repressed, but instead of triggering arousal, a different part of the brain was stimulated into sudden overdrive.

The Invisible Woman wasn't even entirely sure why she suddenly craved pork rinds. Yet her mouth opened wide, her white teeth flashed—and sank down into the tough, chewy flesh of Porkum's foreskin.

The villain's small dark eyes went wide. His prick had more nerves than most. A blood-curdling squeal ripped from his throat as he yanked his prick with both hands. For a moment, Sue Storm swung on the end of his colossal cock. Her teeth clamped tighter. Pink flesh ripped, tore. She landed heavily, mouth full of blood and a lump of foreskin.

Yet it was the look in her eyes that chilled Porkum to the bone, not the pain of his unexpected circumcision.

Because Sue Storm was chewing. On all fours, like an animal, jaws working on the fatty chunk of skin. Blood spattered her lips, but her eyes looked at him hungrily, as if he was no more than a bacon sandwich.

He watched her swallow. Lick her lips. She panted and tried to rise to her feet, still weak and disoriented from his pheromones and the pale glow of the defraudium gem about his neck.

With his superior strength, and without her powers, Porkum could have defeated the unarmed heroine in any normal combat. Yet criminals are ever a cowardly and superstitious lot.

Porkum ran.