Sue Storm Makes Porkum's Cock Invisible

The Invisible Woman had her hands on her knees, half bent-over. The pounding beat shifted even as she glanced between her legs and saw the shape of something enormous poking into her shorts. Porkum, to his credit, had frozen in place, and Sue could imagine the shock and embarrassment.

Then, the music changed. The frantic beat gave way to something slow. Sue straightened. In her mind's eye, she felt the shape of that wardrobe malfunction—and then just made it go away.

Turning something invisible without seeing it first was tricky. Sue Storm didn't understand the physics of it; Reed said she had a kind of psychic ability to conceptualize shapes, and render them invisible that way. As she turned around and offered Porkum her arm, the skirt helped to hid the ragged tear in his trousers, and Sue's power hid the absolutely immense organ that jutted out from it.

"Mrs. Richards, I must thank you," Porkum said, immediately picking up on what she had done. He had a smile **** on his pig-like face as they moved through a kind of slow waltz. "I am so sorry. I can take my leave and...hrm...repair matters."

"It's alright," she said. "Really. Let's...finish our dance."

She smiled, pretending to be perfectly enjoying herself. In truth, she was enjoying herself. And so she maintained the invisiblity. It was easy. Something she had done easily thousands of times, except—except the tip of his cock was pressing into her crotch.

The Invisible Woman dared not dance much further away from Porkum, or else the ruin of his trousers would be obvious. At the same time, his cock was so large that it protruded past his enormous gut. Through the fabric of the shorts, Sue could feel a wet spot grow as something leaked and oozed onto her, and a strange and terrible smell came to her nostrils, like when she had to fetch the crusty underwear from underneath Johnny's bed as a teenager.

It made it hard for her to focus on anything else, and she let Porkum take the lead, the pig-like mutant careful not to engage in any twirls, dips, or acrobatic movements. Fortunately, there was no one else watching.

So they danced. Porkum moved with the strangely captivating music, never seeming to get much closer to the door, smiling widely, clearly enjoying himself.

And Sue Storm found that head grinding into her crotch was feeling...very good.

"You're becoming flushed," Porkum noted. "Is it your leg? Would you like to sit down?"