Porkum Takes Sue Storm Out For Dinner

Giorgio's was the kind of neighborhood Italian restaurant that had been in the same family for a hundred years. Which was, Janet van Dyne knew, more or less the case. Sue Storm stood out like high-class whore in her black tube dress and heels. Yet from the safety of Sue's purse, the shrunken heroine could clearly see that nobody was looking at Sue's face. And her heels clicked knowingly on the ancient tile floor as she stepped inside and headed toward a booth at the back.

Porkum, in this light, looked simply disgusting. His jowls glistened, pig-like snout snuffled the air as if he could smell the delicate aroma of cheating pussy. He had tucked the checkered tablecloth into the collar of his shirt, and yet the swell of his massive gut was still discernible. A smell, animalike and somehow exhilarating, hung around him. It made Janet's head swim.

"Well, my dear," Porkum said. "You look ravishing. Hungry?"

"Famished," Sue said pertly. She set a credit card down on the table, a soft black rectangle with rounded corners and gold lettering.

One of Porkum's feet kicked at the tablecloth. Sue took that as her cue. She dropped down onto all fours and crawled under the tablecloth. Inside the heavy cloth, it was dark and the air was close. Porkum's smell was even stronger now. Janet found herself panting, eyes wide. She could hear voices, Porkum and someone else's above.

He was ordering dinner.

Sue was fishing his cock out.

It unfolded, like a great, semi-rigid worm. Sue's carefully made-up face was flush now, but she eagerly smeered lipstick across his prick. Jan's eyes widened as she saw her friend, the normally prim-and-proper Invisible Woman, stuffing dick into her mouth like a whore being paid by the foot. The blonde swallowed inch after inch, her body shaking like a junkie eager for her fix. Throat distending disgustingly as she **** it deeper and deeper. Until her nose buried itself into the soft mass of Porkum's stomach, which spilled out the bottom of his shirt.

Then Porkum grunted, once, softly. The setting of plates and dishes on the table above covered the noise as Sue's head hit the bottom of the table. Then she settled down, blue eyes dulling.

She was swallowing. Janet, who had crawled out of the purse, saw the placid, cow-like look of simple pleasure on the Invisible Woman's face.

Porkum was cumming. His cock pulsed, and a hot load of jizz pushed Sue's jaw open a little more, before sliding down her throat to deposit directly in her stomach. The Invisible Woman breathed slow and shallow, eyes dilated, a look of stupid ecstasy on her face as she swallowed blast after blast of jizz. Now Jan could smell Sue Storm's pussy, and Sue rubbed her bare slit, her naked cunt drooling freely.

Abobe, Porkum ate. A mountain of spaghetti. A tray of oysters. Bottles of wine. He ate, and Jan could almost see his immense girthy gut swell with the influx of food, pressing his sweaty stomach into Sue's face, and the blonde didn't care. Her black tube dress rode up as her own abdomen began to distend, swelling with the sheer volume of sperm in her stomach.

Janet found herself fingering her own pussy. It was bizarre, it was obscene. When Sue had said "sex date," Janet had imagined something like one of their videos, but this was...this was a kind of sexual dominance she had never dreamed of.

And she wanted in.