Being Swallowed By Porkum's Cock

Leaves struck her face as she ran. Bare feet on the wet earth, rough tree roots that bashed against her toes as she stumbled in her headlong flight, the air hot and wet in her heaving lungs. The branches whipped at her clothes, caught and tore as she twisted and pulled away.

She couldn't see it. Yet there was a sound, like a grunt, a slither. Her heart hammered in her chest, pulse pounded in her ears, raw elemental fear drove her on as bursts of impossibly bright sunlight began to break through from overhead. Before her, the trees thinned; behind her, that grunting, snuffling thing drew closer.

Sue Storm didn't look back. She poured on speed, heedless as the last of her clothes were torn away, arms pumped hard as she erupted through the underbrush at the edge of the jungle, into the grasslands. A yellow sea stertched out as far as Sue could see, and she tore straight ahead, the sunlight hot on her naked body, white skin almost aglow, eyes momentarily blinded as she emerged from the shadow into the light.

Behind her, something stirred the grass. A long, sinuous shape that moved unerringly behind her.

She didn't see the mudhole until she fell face-first into it. For a moment she wallowed in the hot mud, then she tore her face up and gasped, reached for the edge of the pit. Precious seconds. Sue was pulling herself up when she felt something close over her feet.

Now she turned. The huge, grotesque pink prick trailed all the way back to the jungle, like some obscene earthworm or boa constrictor. Instinctively, Sue tried to kick herself free. Then she felt the suction. White liquid, thick as raw latex, oozed from the hugely swollen piss-slit that was wrapped around her ankles. Her legs rubbed against each other, her fingers bit into the hard earth beyond the edge of the mudhole.

Yet it sucked. Sue could feel herself drawn backward. The hot flesh was around her calves now, and Sue Storm screamed in frustration as she tore at the grasses, hoping for some leverage, only to find them ripped up by the roots.

Inch by inch, she was drawn deeper. Up to the thighs. Until the white liquid oozed up the crach of her ass and her bush rubbed against the hideously distended slit. She tried to twist, to turn, to beat against it with her hands.

That was a mistake. Her waist and hips disappeared. Over half of her body engulfed by Porkum's mutant cock. At her last gasp, she pressed her palms against the rubbery flesh and her muscles tensed.

Inch by inch, those muscles failed. Powerlessly, she sobbed as she sank in up to her breasts. The little nipples stiff as they slowly disappeared. The end came swiftly after that. Shoulders. Head. Darkness. Her hands gripped the sides of his piss slit for dear life, even though she couldn't breath, lungs burning in the thick mass of liquid cum.

Until even that failed her.

With a gasp and a shock, Sue Storm's eyes opened. Her body shivered in fever heat, wet with sweat, a terrible taste in her mouth as consciousness came back to her...and she realized she wasn't in her bed.