Porkum Tries Strength

Porkum took a deep breath. His swollen stomach expanded, flattened against the Invisible Woman's **** field. While barely taller than Sue Storm, Porkum was nearly as wide as he was tall, and like serious powerlifters or sumo wrestlers, there was considerable muscle buried in all that bulk. Braced against that concrete wall, he pushed back against the invisible **** field.

Normally, that would avail the pig-man nothing. Except now Sue was injured, covered in cum, and a football-sized Defraudium crystal was only inches from her right foot. The exotic radiations were already interacting with her cosmic-ray-altered physiology. Porkum could see the strain evident beneath her jizz-stained features as he pressed against the invisible **** field...and Sue Storm's outthrust arm began to shake as he braced his elbows against the wall and pushed forward.

His enormous pick, like a semi-rigid elephant's trunk, was pressed flat against the glass by his immense belly. It wavered like a snake, smeared the cum around against the invisible shield, rolled like a snake. Sue blinked, and her eyes stung as the salty, bitter jizz got into them. The pink, worm-like dick was distracting, and Sue needed to focus.

To Sue Storm, it was as if something pushed against her skull. She had always experienced feedback when incredible **** had been pressed against her invisible shields, had struggled to maintain nuclear blasts or cosmic entities. Yet Porkum was, to all appearances, merely an overgrown porker of a sumo wrestler. The kind of goon that Ben Grimm would clobber with barely any effort.

Yet the Invisible Woman's face was a mask of pain. Beneath the dripping glaze of the pigman's jizz, she grimaced and bared her teeth. She didn't even care about the white, sticky strands that stuck to her teeth as she struggled to hold the pig man pinned in place. Or the terrible heat that built within her legs. Porkum's piggy face was a mask of absurd glee as he saw the Invisible Woman on her knee, obviously suffering. The yellow light of the Defraudium crystal lent the sticky, ropy strands on the heroine's face a nasty look, as if Porkum had been pent up for weeks or months.

"Y'know," Porkum grumbled, as his broad chest expanded. "Where I come from, we got superheroines too. Walking wet-dreams, a lot of them. Tall, curvacious, stacked. Some of 'em can tear a tank apart with their bare hands. All that power, that beauty. Makes 'em...uppity. Like they're better than everyone else. Goddesses."

With a grunt, he pushed forward. Pain spiked in Sue Storm's head, as if her skull had suddenly shrank an inch. Made it hard to think.

"But the thing is, they're still women. With all the needs of women. They want to be touched. Want to know the pleasures of this life. Some of them even want to get fucked. Raw and hard. Not like goddesses. Not like role models. Like trashy sluts."

Sue Storm couldn't see the red dribble of blood that oozed out of the corners of her eyes, to mingle in pink rivulets with the cum. Yet Porkum could. His tongue slid out and licked his snout. He redoubled his efforts, and watched Sue's eyes roll up into her head as the feedback on her brain increased.

"In my world, that yellow crystal works a treat on superheroines. It takes away almost everything that makes them strong, powerful, special. Until they're just what they always were, underneath it all. Beautiful bitches. Beautiful, horny cunts. Wet and ready for my cock. You can feel it, can't you Suzy? How bad you want this hard, hot meat up inside of you? How long has it been since you got properly fucked? Just railed. Turned inside out. Nothing more than a cum dumpster for a man's pleasure."

The Invisible Woman's head shook as she began to spasm. Her nostrils flared as she drank in the scent of the cum on her face. Her outflung arm wavered dangerously. Porkum lifted his feet off the ground and pressed them against the wall. One more push, he was sure, would do it. Then...well, he'd figure out what to do with Sue Storm after her broke her.