Porkum Tries To Find The Invisible Woman By Scent

With surprising speed for a figure of his bulk, Porkum dashed forward. The Invisible Woman's instincts kicked in, and she leaped to the side, avoided the piles of trash as she landed near the wall with the screen and the hole in it. Too late, Sue felt the jolt of agony up her wounded leg, and barely restrained a hiss of pain. Even as the invisible heroine crouched, prepared to defend herself, she saw that the muscular pink bulk of the villain slam the door shut, and throw a heavy bolt and latch.

Only then did he turn. The dark, piggy eyes were closed. The pink, pointed ears lay limp. One hand still jerked his swollen cock...but his nostrils. The huge pink nostrils snuffled, drew in air in a noisy fashion. Sue could see now that Porkum's neck was entirely lost in the roll of fat that connected his pig-like head to his immensely wide shoulders. He was nearly as wide as he was tall, and yet the impression he gave was one of sheer muscular power, more like a sumo wrestler than Jabba the Hutt.

Sue hardly dared to breathe as she struggled to maintain her concentration and her invisibility. Porkum was right in front of the only exit to the room. Unless she took out a wall, there was no escape except through him.

So why don't I do that? Sue wondered, as Porkum moved his head this way and that. Why don't I just knock him out? An invisible collar around his neck, cut off his airway, and...

A throb of pain went through the heroine's leg, and for a moment she almost lost her concentration and became visible. Her hand clutched the wound, and she could feel something seep through the bandage. It was a stupid idea to come after a villain whose powers she didn't know, especially when sick and wounded. Sue cursed herself for a fool, barely able to maintain her invisibility as the pain warred with her concentration. Only able to watch as Porkum began to move.

"Fee, fie, foe, fum," Porkum grumbled, deep in his throat, as he took a small step forward. "I smell a bitch who needs to cum."

There was nothing agile about his movements. His feet knocked aside old pizza boxes and bottles. His right arm spread wide, his left continued to stroke that monstrous erection. Sue looked left and right, not sure if there was any way past him. Not without being caught. Which was something she absolutely did not want.

Porkum grinned. His nostrils flared and drank in the air as his head turned, first this way and that, and then as if to stare straight at her. Yet his eyes were closed.

"I always could smell pussy," he said. "Especially one as wet as yours."

Blindly, he aimed the cock toward her. He advanced just an inch at a time, and Sue silently backed up, until her shoulderblades dug into the cum-glazed wall behind her. She shuddered as the sticky mess touched her hair.

"Did you come all this way for a visit?" Porkum said. "Maybe you wanted to thank me for the chocolates? I'll bet you enjoyed my tasting my balls almost as much as I enjoyed makin' 'em."

He chuckled, a wet, phlegmy thing, deep in his piggy throat. Sue found her eyes drawn back to his dick. The monstrous size and smell of it were like nothing she'd ever seen on a human being. Dark purple veins throbbed and bulged beneath the pink skin.

"Or maybe you just wanted a look? Well, that's fine by me. You go on and took a good, long look."

With another show of speed, Porkum was suddenly in front of her. His right arm slammed against the plexiglass, barely missed Sue's head. The tip of his dick hovered barely an inch from her face. Porkum's left hand stroked the top of the shaft, the floppiest part. Soft and swollen as a loofah. The smell was overwhelming. She could taste the ammonia-reek of his unwashed prick in the back of her throat. Automatically, she began to salivate. Even though he was barely as tall as Susan herself, Porkum seemed to loom over the crouching heroine.

His nostrils drank in the air. The villain's smile turned into a nasty grimace.

"You smell too much like him. That limp dick husband of yours. The one that doesn't treat you like the goddess you are. Traipsing off across the universe when he could have his cock inside you," Porkum's huge pink tongue swept up and licked his nostrils. "The one you should smell like is me."

With a thrust of Porkum's hips, the cock shot a wet white glob straight toward Susan Storm's face.