Porkum Makes Sure Sue Storm Consumes More of His Cum

Sue Storm refused any more packages from Porkum, though they continued to arrive daily. She could even monitor the shipments from his hideout. They hadn't a hope of getting past the Baxter Building's security now. It set Sue on edge that Porkum would even try.

"He has to know it won't work," she said to herself, as she rubbed the healing gel onto the healing tattoo. "That I'm not that weak. So why does he keep trying?"

The soreness in her lower back and left thigh gave way to an itch as the days past. The Invisible Woman tried to lose herself in research on Porkum—which turned up nothing—and in her daily exercise routine. Something that was increasingly necessary as she also found respite in food.

She had never been a snacker, but something about the healing process and the stress of her experience with Porkum had set Sue to baking. Shortbread had always been a weakness. Sugar, flour, butter, not much else. Quick and easy to make. Quick and easy to devour an entire pan. As the days stretched into weeks, Sue could feel the effects on her figure, just as she could see the ounces add up on her bathroom scale every morning.

"Two pounds," she muttered, as she stared at the digital scale. "Another two pounds."

Four weeks after the encounter with Porkum, Sue Storm was up eight pounds. 135 lbs, at her height...Sue poked the flat plain of her stomach, and felt a little squish. It took only the barest amount of body fat to cover her hard-won abs. Worse, her panties and bra felt tight, they dug into her softening flesh. The itch in her lower back was infuriating. Sue couldn't even bring herself to look at it.

"I'm even starting to look like a sow," she muttered to herself. Her eyes went back to the screen. According to the video surveillance, Porkum hadn't left it in a month. Only his daily deliveries.

"What are you up to, you pig-faced bastard?"

"Nnnhh!" Porkum grunted, as another hot load burst out into the bowl. "Eat my spunk you blonde bitch!"

Porkum screamed while he stared at the photo of Susan Storm.

The Doombot collected the cooling jizz for processing.

Not for the bonbons. Some of it would be added to the powdered sugar and flour provided to the Baxter Building as part of its regular groceries. Into the low-fat milk that only Sue Storm drank. Into the butter. Little by little, Doom arranged for its introduction into every foodstuff that the Invisible Woman would consume.

Not as strong as the pure output of Porkum's prick. Yet enough to stir Sue Storm's appetite. To feed her growing addiction. To affect her metabolism.

Doom ran the simulations, again and again. His "partner" was insistent that Sue continue to consume his seed in some form. That it was necessary for the process...for the transformation. If his calculations were correct, then very soon Sue Storm would reach a tipping point. One where the slow and steady weight gain would explode into something...undeniable as mere stress-eating.

An alarm pinged. Doom glanced at a separate console. The dimensional marker he had set detected the wake of Reed Richards ship. Within 24 hours, the remainder of the Fantastic Four would return to this dimension.

Doom wondered how exactly they would find Sue Storm—and how she would explain matters.