Porkum Manages To Turn Invisible

Instinct, burned into the Invisible Woman's brain from decades of adventure, took hold. The blonde heroine's body vanished, much to the shock of the mutant pig-man currently piloting it. Not one to question their good luck, Porkum quietly stepped away from the bed, leaving Reed Richards to stare at his drunken brother-in-law, swollen cock drooped across his chiseled abdomen, spattered with his own spunk.

"Johnny!" Reed's voice became a harsh whisper. "What the hell are you doing? Franklin or Valeria could wander out here! Your door was open!"

Awkwardly, Johnny tried to cover himself.

"Sh-shorry. There wash thish dishy blonde—" Johnny tried to explain.

"You're alone, Johnny," Reed said, the older man barely controlling his temper. "Look around you! You're alone."

Bleary blue eyes scanned the room, as if the blonde was hiding. Porkum held a hand over the Invisible Woman's mouth, desperate not to laugh at this delicious misunderstanding.

"What if Susan had seen you?" Reed went on. "Would you really want your own sister to see you masturbating!?"

Johnny's face flushed. His eyebrows burst into flames.

"I shaid I'm shorry—"

"You sure as hell are," Reed said. "I'm cutting your allowance. You need to sober up. Or at least lock the door if you can't get one of your sluts to take care of you!"

Reed left, closing the door behind him. Johnny summoned a ball of flame and drew his arm back as if to launch it at the departing hero—then the ball vanished in a puff of smoke and he held his head in his hands.

"What the hell did I do?" Johnny Storm moaned, unaware that the architect of his torment was still in the room with him.

This presented Porkum with a problem. As soon as Sue Storm woke up, they would switch bodies again. He needed to get back to her bedroom before then, or else Sue would know something was up. The question was, how to do that with Johnny Storm awake and right there.