Porkum Presses His Cock Down The Front of Her Suit

"Take that helmet off," Porkum ordered. He had stepped back, let her hold herself up against one of the great steal tanks. Stripped of all the weapons she had gathered with which to fight him. The sickly yellow glow of the gem at her throat made her feel weak.

The Invisible Woman slowly raised her hands and unlatched the helmet. Is was useless now, anyway. She let it fall to the floor and sucked in a mouthful of air. It smelled like him. A fetid, animal reek, as if Johnny Storm's old crusty socks he kept under the bed had been allowed to ferment.

Porkum grinned. His small, dark eyes hovered above his snout like pieces of jet winking out from a deep mine. He stroked the two-foot-long pecker with long, lazy extensions of his arm. When he stepped closer to her, Sue Storm forced herself to stand her ground, even though she could not stop trembling.

One fat pink finger caught the collar of her suit and pulled. The fabric stretched, exposing a length of pale white neck, slick with sweat.

"Stretchy," he said. "That'll do. Get on your back."

Slowly, Sue Storm lowered herself to the floor. Porkum dropped into a squat and pulled at the neck of her costume with his thumbs. She was forced to watch as the full length of that inhuman prick passed over her. Slid down the front of her uniform. Two feet of dick, as narrow as her thumb at the tip, to thicker than her bicep at the base...and beyond the base of that colossal cock...

The massive heat and weight of Porkum's scrotum settled on Sue Storm's face. She felt the heat that radiated from Porkum's dick, which ran past her navel. The mutant pig-man settled in and began to rub his cock through her uniform. Sue Storm could barely breath. The sweat dripped from Porkum's balls and ran down into her hair, across her face. In the darkness as his immense testes blotted out all heat and light. Her head swam as the fumes from his rank genitals seemed to penetrate her brain.

Then something hot and wet splashed across her belly.

She felt the throb from the swollen scrotum and down the length of that turgid weapon. Sue Storm shivered, suddenly feeling feverish. The boiling liquid heat spurted from the end of his prick and began to ooze down her stomach. It ran between her legs, over her thighs. Sue couldn't move, couldn't resist the sticky defilement that slowly bathed her. She had worn the suit to keep Porkum's filth out, but now it ran in rivulets down her body and began to pool along her back.

The mutant pig-man's reservoir of seed seemed endless. His cock moved back, to inundate her breasts. So much jizz. Impossible for any normal human man to produce. More than her husband had ever produced in all their years of marriage. She could feel the sticky heat ooze down the arms of her costume, right to her gloves.

He finally pulled the very tip up to her collar. Thick globs of virile filth ran down her neck. An obscene final touch.

With a grunt, Porkum stood up.

"Alright, Invisible Slut. You can go now," he grunted.