Almost All of It

There is a limit to human endurance and stomach capacity. Even the Invisible Woman, with her cosmic-ray-enhanced physiology, had no powers to swallow a seemingly endless amount of mutant seed. Her body quailed against the sudden invasion of jism. Her stomach rebelled. With a convulsive yank, Sue fell away, her abdomen heaved...and her mouth opened to vomit up all the cum she just couldn't swallow.

Except Porkum wasn't finished.

The pig-man aimed his pecker at the vomiting heroine's face. Weakened by defraudium and the potent pheromones that Porkum perpetually pumped out, Sue Storm was powerless to resist as hot spurts of baby batter burst into her eyes, her hair. Even as she grasped her abdomen in pain and nausea, his semen blasted into her nostrils so that she coughed, snorted, and sputtered. Whole body wracked as she sucked in air in the **** moments between bouts of **** nausea.

Until she lay utterly spent, on the floor of the factory, as Porkum emptied the last of his seed onto her face.

Sue Storm barely breathed. She was defeated, degraded, a wonderful mess like the most obscene Pollack painting ever imagined. Porkum stood over her. She couldn't even see through the glaze of cum, but she could hear, barely, things that happened around her.

The snap of photographs. The murmur of voices.

The Invisible Woman lay there, only semi-conscious, too weak to move, for how long she had no idea. It sounded like a crowd had gathered around her. Yet no one moved to help her. No one lifted a finger to cover her disgraced body. After a long while, Sue managed to lift her head. Blonde locks matted with half-dried cum. Her head throbbed...but the ache of the defraudium wasn't there.

She didn't bother to try and move the cum away from her eyes. Sue just made it invisible.

Which is when she saw the reporters, standing around. Cameras at the ready. Reporting live on the distress and humiliation of the Invisible Woman...