Sue Storm Introduces Her New Boyfriend

"And this is mommy's new...friend," Sue Storm said.

The Invisible Woman wore one of her old costumes, the more revealing one that was like a one-piece bikini with a keyhole cutout of the cleavage plus boots and gloves. It was the deal she had made with Porkum, to always wear clothes around the house. He had acquiesced with a full, custom-tailored grey pinstripe suit. The massive pigman beamed and smiled at the two blond children.

"Hey, kids!" Porkum grinned and waved. The smile stopped at his small dark eyes.

Franklin and Valeria stared up at Porkum with a mixture of uncertainty.

"Where's dad?" Franklin asked his mother. "And Uncle Johnny and Uncle Ben?"

There was pain in Sue Storm's eyes, but determination too. There was no way to avoid this conversation.

"They've...gone away, honey," Sue said. "It's just us now. But don't worry. Porkum will be staying with us to keep us...company."

The pig-man's hand found her ass and cupped it. Sue couldn't swat his hand away, not without the children seeing.

She had worked overtime to make sure there was no trace of anything untoward. Everything was spotlessly clean, there was no scent of cum or tobacco anywhere. The Doombots were hidden from view.

Yet there were changes. Pictures of Reed had disappeared. His clothes had gone into the molecular disassembler in the basement, and Porkum had moved into the master bedroom. Sue pulled away from Porkum to help the children get unpacked, distracted. They all had a lot to get used to.

"And Porkum got you a new gaming system..." Sue said.

Night came to the Baxter Building. The soundproofing had been upgraded. Franklin and Valeria heard nothing from their mother's bedroom, the door to which was closed and locked. Yet soundproofing went two ways; Sue and Porkum could not hear the children tiptoe past the bedroom toward the communication console.

"Are you sure about this?" Franklin whispered.

"It's the only way," Valeria whispered back. "I don't trust that Porkum guy."

The girl crawled into the chair before the console. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with frightening speed. Placing a long-distance video call to one of the few people that they knew to contact in an emergency.

On the screen, Doctor Doom's masked face came into being. He did not look surprised.

"Children. You should be in bed. It is late," he said.

"Uncle Doom!" Valeria said. "We need your help!"