A Kiss

Sue Storm blushed at the request...but she didn't hang up the phone as Porkum explained.

"I am a mutant. Not one of those pretty or powerful mutants like the X-Men. My appearance has caused me considerable issues. Social anxiety. It's why I don't go out, don't see anyone. I always hoped someday I would meet a girl, but...you know, even over the internet it's so difficult. Once they see the real me. You understand that, don't you? How sometimes you wish nobody would see you at all?"

If there was ever anyone that understood that feeling, it was the Invisible Woman.

"Yes," she said.

"I know it's a silly imposition, but...if you would be willing to meet me. Just a kiss per bottle. That's all I ask."

Sue chewed her lip for a minute. It wasn't something she'd normally even think of doing. After all, she was a married woman. Of course, if it turned out Porkum wanted anything more than that, she would shut him down.

The arguments ran through Sue Storm's head, but in truth, she'd already decided to acquiesce to his request.

After all, it was only a kiss. Or two.

The address Porkum gave was a form pork-packing plant. Sue Storm was in her Fantastic Four uniform, a cloth grocery bag slung over one shoulder as she walked up to the office lobby. The door was open, the lights were on, but the room was empty. A door stood open on the other side of the lobby. The room inside was dark.

"In here," Porkum's breathy voice came from the darkness.

Sue walked across the lobby, her senses aware to danger. She opened the door wide, and the light spilled into the room beyond—once the manager's office. There were two frosty bottles of milk in a bucket of ice on the desk...and next to the desk.

He was barely as tall as Sue Storm herself, but he was much wider, with a huge, protruding gut. The suit that covered his form was obviosuly custom-made, the buttons strained against his obesity. She saw one four-fingered hand, bubble-gum pink and with nails like a pig's trotter on the edge of the desk. His face was in shadow, but Sue made out the outline of a porcine head, little triangular ears...and a snout.

She mustered up her courage and tried to breathe through her mouth. The body odor of him was appalling, a strange, musky odor that reminded her of domestic farm animals. Sue could hear his breathing as she came in, almost imagined those small piggy eyes drinking in her tight, toned body, shown off to great advantage by the clinging Fantastic Four uniform.

"Mr. Porkum?" she said.

"Just...Porkum," he said back. "Please leave the lights off. My appearance..."

"Of course," Sue said as she stepped forward. He didn't move. If he had, Sue would have shackled him immediately with an invisible **** field. Yet for all his imposing bulk, he seemed painfully shy. Sue could feel her heart go out to him.

"Two bottles," she said with a smile. "Two kisses."

She had to lean her body against his bulk and turn her head to find his lips. He was warm. Almost quivering with excitement. She pressed her lips against his closed mouth, felt hard bristles against her skin. He needed to shave. Yet he hadn't done anything untoward. After the first peck, she shifted her head slightly...and his mouth opened, just a little. She felt her lips brush against the tip of a wide, wet tongue, very briefly. Shocked, the tongue retreated, the mouth closed.

Sue Storm drew back with a wet stickiness on her lips.

"S-sorry..." Porkum said, embarrassed.

The Invisible Woman smiled as she picked up the bottles from the bucket and put them into her bag.

"Not at all. May I come again? Tomorrow?"

"Yes," Porkum said with pathetic eagerness. "Yes, please."

Sue Storm left Porkum there, the bottles clinking in her bag, thinking what an utter gentleman he had been. Instead of wiping the saliva from her lips, she licked it off. There was a spring in her step as she returned to the Baxter Building, her body awash with energy and a feeling of well-being.