Porkum Wants To Cum Inside Her Costume

"It's like this," Porkum said, his voice a low grumble next to Sue Storm's helmet. "I was gonna cum into that big tank over there. Taint all those chocolates. Been saving up for it. Even if I let you go, I'm gonna need to cum—my balls are achin' like a motherfucker."

The Invisible Woman winced at his language. It seemed silly that she should do so, since she was a grown woman and mother of two—but never in her adult life had Sue been crude. She had spent a lifetime making herself a role model to others, to be a good example to her own children. If they could see her now, perched on the pig-man's lap with his mutant prick between her legs, she would die of shame.

"I've gotta cum somewhere—so I figure that's where we can make a little deal. See, I've been lookin' at this costume of yours..." The great pink fingers plucked at the nearly skin-tight unstable molecule fabric. "...I always thought those things looked like full-body condoms. So why don't we put that to the test?"

Sue Storm ran that around in her head. It was a disgusting thought.

"You want to cum...in my costume?" she frowned.

"That's right," Porkum said, and idly peeled off more of the armored suit that Sue had foolishly thought would protect her from the pig-man and his pheromones. The material was discolored and warped wherever the white foam had touched it, brittle and prone to cracking. Yet the unstable molecule fabric underneath seemed untouched. Susan wondered how that could be, where Porkum had gotten that technology from...

...but there were more important things that demanded her attention. One of which jutted up between her legs like a tree trunk. The fleshy column of Porkum's prick drooled pre-cum down onto Sue's crotch, and she shuddered at the sight and feel of it.

"So, what's it gonna be?" Porkum said. "You gonna let me cum inside that pretty little suit of yours, and walk out of here...or do I have to figure out somewhere else to cum?"

The way the mutant said the words, Sue Storm had no illusions about where he wanted to cum. It was **** with the threat of sexual ****, and even if she agreed Sue knew it was little more than a degrading game to the disgusting villain.

Still, when balanced against the alternatives...

"Alright," she agreed. "So how is this going to happen?"