Sue Storm Is Going To Walk Right Into Porkum's Trap

Sue picked up the phone and called.

Porkum gave her an address.

When night fell, the Fantasticar settled into the parking lot of the pork packing plant. The Invisible Woman walked down invisible steps. She was wearing her most revealing uniform, the one that she had to wax her crotch before wearing so that no hairs showed. The air was cool, with a slight breeze that carried the smells of the city, though Sue couldn't use it. A simple plastic mask covered her nose and mouth.

Just to allay Porkum's suspicions.

She strode towards the door, the picture of arrogance, the perfect mark walking right into a perfectly-laid trap.

Or, as Sue Storm liked to think of it, the perfect bait.

"Cocky little cunt," Porkum chuckled, as Doctor Doom's hidden cameras watched her approach the front door from multiple angles. "Is she alone?"

"No sign of anyone else in any electromagnetic spectrum," Doom's hologram rumbled. "All sensor nets online. Even if she rendered Spider-Man invisible, we would detect him clinging to the side of the building. If the Vision or Kitty Pride attempted to phase in, they would trigger the multi-dimensional shielding. It is possible she has someone watching from afar...but the moment she sets foot within the building, it will phase half a second out of sync with time. Untouchable."

Porkum chuckled. His eyes glued to the image of her ass, half hanging out of the skimpy uniform she had worn just for him.

"Then let's not keep my date waiting," he said.

The office was empty. Sue Storm felt her wounded leg begin to throb. She twisted her head, and a circle of the wall a foot in diameter became invisible. A cone that went straight through the building until she could see the street on the other side. Standing in the middle of the room, she slowly turned her head, looking for any hint of movement...

Unprepared for the crash as four hundred pounds of mutant pig-man fell on top of her, those immense testicles slamming down into her golden hair. The mass and momentum of him sent the Invisible Woman crashing to the floor, and he ripped the mask away, his unwashed sack covering her face completely.

"Thought you were so smart," he chuckled. "But how smart can a blonde bimbo be? Take a deep breath, babe. Soon, you'll be gargling spunk for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—"

Sue Storm gagged. She fought. Eventually, despite her most strenuous efforts, she took a breath.

And the psychic compulsion that Emma Frost had programmed into her brain triggered.

For one terrifying moment, Porkum could see through himself. Skin, fat, and muscle vanished, leaving only a floating anatomical view of his immense mutant reproductive system. Two massive testes. A vas deferens that could hold a gallon of spunk. The long length of his urethra.

Then a searing pain ripped through him as his tubes were surgically cut and tied.

It was all over in barely three seconds. Then the pain hit.

Porkum rolled off of Sue Storm, grabbing at his crotch and yowling like an animal. Sue staggered up on her one good leg. The smaller rebreather, the one plugged into her nostrils and mouth, were still functioning. Protecting her from exposure to his terribly potent pheromones.

And she had just destroyed Porkum's ability to make more.