Janet van Dyne becomes sexually obsessed with Porkum

The camera was zoomed in on the Sue Storm doppelganger's ass. Alone in her apartment, the recording played in high definition on the big screen in her living room, Janet van Dyne watched in fascination as the great pink prick thrust with seemingly endless stamina in and out of that well-trained hole.

At first, the Wasp told herself that she was trying to help Sue. That she was trying to figure out who this doppelganger was, what she was doing getting fucked by that pig-man's massive cock. Yet as she watched, her gaze was drawn to that huge pink schlong. A warmth spread up from her stomach that felt different from the pleasant buzz of ****. It wasn't long before it felt like her whole body was gripped in a low-grade fever, and she shivered despite the heat that built up in her body.

The dildo was the biggest she had; at nine inches, the black silicone looked like a child's toy compared to the two feet of cock that disappeared and reappeared into the stretched-out anus on screen. Her hands shook as she pushed the suction cup down on the glass top of her coffee table. She slathered the smooth, tapered phallic shaft with lube. Yet as her heels clicked into place on the table and she lowered her ass down onto her toy, the Wasp's eyes remained fixed on the screen.

The blonde slut in the Tinkerbell outfit had started to lose it. Her asshole had stretched taut, even though she had only taken half of that enormous shaft into her greedy butthole, and her fingers tugged at the rings that pierced her labia so that the Wasp could see the inner meat of her quivering fuckhole pushed out from within as the whore bounced up and down on that cock. Lost in her own haze of lust, the Wasp found herself unable to keep up that pace as she rose and fell on the first few inches of her toy...which had once seemed the limit of what her holes could take, but was now revealed for what it truly was: a warm up to the real event.

Over the next few days, the sight of Porkum's pink cock weighed on the Wasp's mind. The mass of it seemed to warp her thoughts, her body grew hot just thinking about it. Whenever she was done with the day, she found herself back in the living room, her buttocks rising and falling, asshole burning as she sought to stretch herself a little further, a little deeper. In her idle hours she ordered bigger toys. Planned her diet around her anal sex sessions, took great care to keep herself clean and ready for action.

Yet even the biggest toy wasn't enough. It wasn't real. The Wasp felt an aching absence inside of her, even as she bottomed out on a butt plug that was five inches in diameter after a particularly long and grueling session of ass-training.

She didn't want this dead silicone. What she wanted, needed, was what that blonde bitch was getting. Porkum's cock.

It was two weeks after she had bought the second recording when Porkum contacted her again. He had something else to sell her...but what the Wasp agreed to meet him, it was with the intention of getting him inside of her. Somehow.