All of It

A little of Porkum's cum in his bonbons had been addictive.

The taste of Porkum's pre-cum, straight from the source, had rewired Sue Storm's brain.

Now, seated on the pig-man's lap as hot jizz spurted straight down her throat—Sue had no comparison for the experience. Fireworks burst in her brain. Maybe that was the **** of tens of thousands of brain cells, an overdose that would render her a cocksucking, cumslurping bimbo. As the rich, thick, liquid seed oozed down her throat, Sue didn't even care.

It was like she had stepped into one of the wet dreams she'd had as a young woman, when sexual fantasies outweighed sexual knowledge. A lifetime of boring, loving sex with only her husband had left a hollow inside of the Invisible Woman's soul, and now she could feel it inside of herself. All the sex she'd never had, the possibilities that she had imagined but never dared indulge in. How much of that new outlook was due to the massive flood of Porkum's mind-altering chemicals in her system and how much of it was the simple psychological impact of spurt after seemingly endless spurt of mutant jizz down her throat, Sue didn't know.

All she did know is that she wanted all of it. Every last drop.

Seconds ticked by into minutes. With inhuman control of his muscles, Porkum kept his ejaculation at a constant rate. His massive testicles rose and fell, the immense gonads continuing to produce sperm at almost the rate that it flowed from the tip of his dick. The blonde goddess on his lap was lost in a cum-drunk haze. Her body shivered as cascades of neurons fired, to trigger climax after climax. A dull, warm glow seemed to wrap around her brain as her world shrank down to just the dick that filled her mouth.

It was not many minutes before Sue Storm's stomach was full. He knew that she would feel the sensation of too-fullness, like the aftermath of a Thanksgiving feast. Already, some of his partially-digested jizz would filter down into her intestines. He held his hand speculatively against that trim, taut stomach. Sue seemed to sway in place as she drank her limit—and beyond.

Nausea struck Sue suddenly, as it did competitive eaters. Their body's natural warning sign to stop, even to purge. She had drunk too much and too greedily from the never-ending supply of splooge. Yet Sue fought through the urge to cease and desist. Her body quivered, drawn between spasms of ecstasy and a terrible fullness as her stomach filled almost to bursting. Porkum grinned as he felt the taut stomach begin to press against his hand. He had seen women bloat from drinking too much water or eating too much food before. Yet it excited him to think that the tiny pressure against his hand was actually his own cum filling up Sue Storm's body.

Minutes passed into an hour, and Porkum was still coming. In the tattered remains of her suit, Sue Storm sweated. Her bloated belly pressed against Porkum's palm now until the flesh conformed around his fingers. Sue swayed drunkenly, near the limit of her endurance. The heat of the accumulated jizz felt as if it cooked her from the inside, and as gas escaped from her nostrils it burned with the smell of rancid cum, curdled by stomach acid. If she could have mustered a rational thought, at that moment, it would have been to wonder how many gallons of pig-man cum she had inhaled.

Until at last no more came. Sue sucked hard on the thick fuckmeat in her mouth, and the last little dribble of semen in Porkum's urethra joined the rest of his baby-gravy in her over-full gut. She let the cock pull free of her mouth, then, and gasped the air, one hand on her swollen stomach, which ached and demanded release, one way or another.

Porkum smiled to see the slut so stuffed with his seed. It was a good start.