Porkum Watches Porn While Two Super-Sluts Suck His Cock

The problem with superhuman pheromones, Porkum thought to himself, is that sometimes sexual conquest is too easy.

The thought came to him as the great overweight pigman settled deeper into his couch. On screen, a giant black ass rose and fell over and over with the steady jackhammer movement normally associated with industrial processes. The moans and groans that echoed through the speakers were tweaked, a never-ending litany of carnality, a moment of sexual heat capture, stretched out, looped over and over again.

Porn as ASMR. It helped him relax.

On either side of him, heroines worshipped his cock. Sue Storm's face was flustered, her blue eyes half-lidded as she ran her tongue up the length of his prick. Janet van Dyne shivered with need, fingering her asshole with her free hand as she tried to stretch her mouth as far as it would go around the thick pink shaft. Their mouths met around the tips, tongues tickling his glans as their lips locked in a weird three-way kiss.

Porkum stared past their faces at the screen. His life was not one that was much given to introspection. Periodic bouts in prison, building and running criminal empires, breaking heroines and corrupting them into his personal fucktoys. It had been a sex-drenched career of sordid crime and scandalous sowing of his wild oats since Porkum had come of age and his mutant powers had activated.

Yet now he felt a strange stir of dissatisfaction. The Invisible Woman was addicted to his dick. Her friend the Wasp was as well. He could easily break apart the Fantastic Four now. His contract with Doctor Doom would be fulfilled.

Then what? he thought, thick brow furrowed. Eventually, stretchy cuck guy will figure out how I turned his wife into a cum-dump. Might even figure out a way to reverse the process, or some sort of vaccination against my pheromones. Or if not Richards, someone else. Doom himself might do away with me, just to take care of a loose end.

The great pink balls seemed to swell. Porkum felt the familiar strain as his seminal vesicle was filled to capacity. Ready to unleash another potent load that his new super-sluts would paw over like catnip.

No, Porkum decided. I need to play this smart. Go bigger, faster. So that nobody can stop me.

The pig-man grinned as hot white spunk fountained forth. Sue Storm and Janet van Dyne fought to get their mouths over the hose, neither of them able to take the volume of seed produced by Porkum's superhuman balls.

"Ladies," Porkum said. "I need your help. To fuck this entire planet."