2 Hours Later

The snore woke Sue Storm up. Porkum's snout quivered in the darkened room, lit only by the silent porn playing on the massive screen. The Invisible Woman blinked blearily, her mouth and jaw sore, something warm and thick filling her mouth. Instinctively, she slurped, and a thick trickle of something hot and sticky slid down her throat. She could feel her face coated in some viscous substance, her stomach felt over-full, and...

Porkum snored again, shifted. Suddenly, the Invisible Woman's eyes adjusted and she saw the long length of his prick arch up from her mouth. Felt his foot against the back of her head, the other one digging into her ribs. She was on the floor, surrounded by junk food containers and empty beer bottles, roaches crawling over everything, sucking Porkum's dick. He had fallen asleep to Sue sucking him off.

With a **** of will, Sue opened her mouth wide and **** his trouser snake out of her mouth with her tongue. Her head hurt. A dull pain centered right behind her eyes. It reminded her of a hangover. With elaborate care, she rolled over onto her side. One hand went to her swollen stomach, and a wave of nausea went over the heroine.

Oh god. I can't be pregnant. How long was I out?

She glanced at a clock in the corner of the giant porn-screen. It had only been two hours. Not pregnancy then. Just...cum. Maybe a gallon of cum. Her hand pressed on her stomach and it squished. Sue almost vomited then and there, but she held it together. Slowly. Achingly slowly, she found her way to her feet. Most of her costume was intact, and her wounded thigh screamed at her when she put any weight on it.

Porkum's ears rose and fell as he snored. He was seated in a lounger, a bottle of malt liquor in the cupholder. With a thought, a microscopic invisible **** mask formed, separating the layer of dried cum from her skin. She moved it a foot or two away, then let the **** field vanish, and the cum hit the floor.

It wasn't Sue's proudest moment when she encapsulated Porkum in an invisible **** bubble and carried the **** villain out of his lair. There were cells at Four Freedoms Plaza that could hold superhumans. Yet it was the slosh of Sue Storm's stomach that bothered her the most. One ejaculation had rendered her into a cum-drunk stupor for hours. She had no idea how her body was going to adjust to however much cum she'd drunk while ****.

The Fantasticar descended as Sue and Porkum left the building. The Invisible Woman limped as she climbed into the pilot's seat, Porkum's invisible prison holding the sleeping mutant as the vehicle rose. Within thirty minutes, they were home, and Sue let the **** field vanish as Porkum settled onto the bed of his cell. His cock flopped out and dribbled on the floor...and despite how stuffed she felt, Sue felt herself salivate.

She **** herself down the hallway, toward Reed's lab. It was time to figure out what Porkum's jizz had done to her.