Sue Storm Sits For A Moment To Recover

"I...I need to rest for a moment," Sue Storm said.

"Of course!" Porkum said. "There's a sitting room right over here..."

The mutant pig man offered Sue Storm his arm, and she leaned on it as he led her through a door into what might at one point have been an office, but which had long ago been turned into what might have passed for a sitting room in her grandparents' house. There was a plush loveseat, a marble-topped bar, wood panelling, thick carpet, and on one wall a painting of a naked pig-man chasing a topless woman.

Porkum helped lower Sue into the loveseat, her wounded leg up on the ottoman.

"I'll mix you a drink...perhaps that might help," he said as he moved to the bar.

Sue frowned. Her head ached. She was still keeping Porkum's enormous prick invisible. The use of her powers wasn't the problem; it was the knowledge that came with it. She could visualize the immense dimensions of his cock, even without seeing it. And she couldn't get it out of her head, or her power would cease working, and then she'd see it, and...

The Invisible Woman bit her lip. She looked up at the painting. The pig-man had an arm outstretched, and the half-naked woman seemed to be either shrinking from him or waiting for him. It did not help that she was a blonde.

Porkum returned with a small, beautiful cut crystal glass filled with a slightly milky fluid. Sue Storm thought of ouzo and absinthe and took a tentative sniff, then a sip. It tasted a bit like Porkum's milk.

"A liquor, distilled form the nut milk," Porkum said. "The actual alcohol by volume is low, initial tests suggest it is refreshing."

Sue fought the urge to simply down the glass in a gulp. Instead, she gestured at the painting.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Ah! A scene from William Hope Hodgson's THE HOUSE ON THE BORDERLANDS," he said, with a wry grin. "It was a favorite of my mother's. She thought that staring at it while pregnant with me was...well...one reason I am like I am now."

Sue Storm frowned and sipped her drink. Something about that struck her wrong. Hadn't Porkum given a different story about his past? She thought he had, but the details escaped her. She was all too aware that the dimensions of Porkum's prick were changing. Shifting.

He was getting hard.

The smell of his bare cock filled the small room. Sue Storm's head began to swim. She was aware, now, that the glass in her hand was empty. Porkum plucked it from her hand.

"Are you alright?" he asked, all concerned, keeping his distance. He had to know about his state. Sue could almost imagine that enormous porker pointed straight at her. So close she could almost taste it. "Would you like another? Or perhaps you'd like to rest for a moment, and I can, er, resolve my wardrobe malfunction."