Porkum Plans to -Feed Sue More of His Cum

How can I just go back to my normal life after a dirty weekend? Sue Storm mused.

Yet she did. Washed the cum out of her hair and holes. Lathered her pussy and ass with aloe vera. Caught up on emails. She had missed calls with Reed and her children, and now made up for lost time. The lie—she hadn't been feeling well this weekend—came so easily to her lips, and the dark bags under her eyes told them she hadn't been sleeping.

Still, they had made plans. Reed and the others were on their way back. Two weeks, tops. Franklin and Valeria would come back about the same day. Sue thanked Agatha Harkness repeatedly for all her help, told her children how much she missed them, told Reed how much she loved him.

Which was all true. Yet the words rang hollow to Sue. She already knew what she was doing next weekend. Where she would be. With Porkum. And a part of her thrilled as she wondered what plans he had for her. What erotic vistas would open for her. Even as she limped around the living quarters of the Baxter Building, directing H.E.R.B.I.E. and the house systems to prepare for the arrival of Reed and the children, she was also planning her own escape.

"For what?" she asked her reflection, as she modeled a bit of lingerie in the mirror. A filmy blue two-piece, edged with white lace. There was a 4-shaped cutout between her breasts, and the crotch was cut out of the panties, to show her slit and the golden curls. "Because I need to get fucked? Why am I risking everything for him?"

Sue Storm couldn't articulate what she felt for Porkum. Just thinking about him made her heart beat faster. Just to imagine being snuggled against his bulk in the dark sent a thrill down her spine that she hadn't felt since she and Reed were courting. And his prick...that thought of that massive tool that filled every inch of her...she had never felt anything like that. Even with Reed.

Her hand ran down to her exposed slit, felt the warm dribble on her fingers. Just thinking of Porkum made her wet.

Yet what really scared Sue was the thought she might be falling in love.

Friday.

Her bag was packed. She wore a trenchcoat, heels, and underneath only the lingerie. Sue didn't wait for him to walk her to his lair. After all, she knew where to go. H.E.R.B.I.E. had her smartphone number if there was any real emergency. Passion and worry warred within the Invisible Woman's soul...but there was an excitement in her step, an eager anticipation she hadn't felt in years.

The door was unlocked. Porkum met her in the lobby. Took her coat and bag.

Her smartphone lay on the top of the desk in the lobby as he led her away.

Back to that room with the contraption of bars and straps. Only now...now there was a new addition.

The tank must have been about fifty gallons. It hung suspended from the ceiling, and there was a hose that ran from it. Porkum complimented her outfit as he guided her into place. The small dark eyes drank in her body as he helped her into something like a sitting position within the frame. Legs spread. Head up, tilted back, supported on a padded bar. Arms wide. She couldn't see any defraudium, and just experimentally, she turned her hand invisible as Porkum turned away for a moment. It faded from view, and back again.

So he trusted her not to try and use her powers to escape.

The gag was unexpected. Sue felt a twinge of disappointment as he slid the tube over her tongue, then tied the straps behind her head. Then she understood what he was doing as he brought the tube from the tank to the gag. It locked in place with a simple twist.

"I've been saving up," Porkum told her, as he scooped a handful of lard from a can and began to grease his cock. "See, the way my cum works, quantity is a quality all of its own. Normally I like to take my time. Expose women to it over a few weeks or months. Let them take their own time for their morals to ****. Too much at once...well, it can cause some mild brain damage. Libido spins out of control."

Sue Storm tensed in her swing. Her blue eyes went wide as she sensed Porkum's meaning. This much cum...all at once...he was trying to burn out her brain!

There was a soft plap as his hard cock slapped against her bare pussy. Something up above clicked. A white line ran through the clear hose. Gallons of cum destined for Sue Storm's stomach. To wash away all she was in a slow deluge of brain-melting super-potent jizz. The Invisible Woman's eyes snapped back and forth from the hose to Porkum. She still had her powers. Could escape from this, easily. Just...just cut the hose, the straps, and...

Walk away.

Porkum's prick rubbed against her slit. His dark eyes met hers. That was when Sue Storm understood.

She was being given a choice. To embrace being a cheating whore—to be Porkum's bimbo bitch—no matter the consequences. Or to go back to her normal life as a heroine, a wife, a mother, a sister.

One great pink paw grabbed her hips as he pushed the tip of his cock against her cunny. The white line of Porkum's cum oozed into her gag. The tension drained out of Sue as she felt the hot, sticky mess run down her throat, even as Porkum's greased pole threatened to split her in two as he slowly **** himself inside of her.

The truth was, Sue Storm realized she'd made that choice some time ago, when she had first given in to Porkum and his perverted pleasures.

The days passed. No food, no water, no sleep. Only cum, a seemingly endless flow of it. At first, Sue had swallowed it eagerly. Then the nausea had set in. The weakness. The bloated stomach. Discomfort as gas pushed its way through her system. There was no escape when she had to relieve herself, only the cold water from the hose to wash her clean after. Sue wasn't sure when the fever had set in. The flush that consumed her entire body. The dizziness and headache. In her mind's eye, she pictured his sperm cells swim through her veins and attack the cells of her brain.

Some of the bruises from last weekend hadn't healed yet, but Porkum was surprisingly gentle—albeit relentless. No condoms. No pulling out. Spurt after spurt struck her womb until her cervix felt battered into oblivion. She could see her stomach distend as he struggled to push more of himself inside of her. Feel the slap of his immense balls on her buttocks when he got into a rutting frenzy. The toll told on him as well, from the way his cheeks were slightly hollowed, and the pink skin that rolled over his great muscles was less taut.

48 hours of straight fucking and bathing her womb in his jizz had almost exhausted even his sexual stamina.

Or so Sue thought.

Sue lay there, sometimes, too exhausted for words. Near the end, her body would sometimes go into brief bouts of microsleep. Reality and dream faded together. Porkum even fucked her in his dreams. His cum dripped out of her ass, her whole intestinal track stuffed with it, from mouth to anus. Stomach swollen and bloated with gallons of pig-man spunk. Porkum had pumped more into her in two days than Reed Richards had in twenty years.

At the end, though, the tank was empty. Sue's breathing rasped through the empty hose. Porkum pulled it away from her and stared at the gaping hole that led straight to her esophagus. Her breath stank like his seed. In fact, every part of her smelled a little like him now. She couldn't even lift her head as he undid the gag, but her blue eyes focused on his as he asked her the question.

"How do you feel about staying another couple days?"