Sue Storm's Arms and Legs Are Reabsorbed

The Cosmic Cockring glowed brighter. Strange lights played in Porkum's small, dark eyes. His piggy snout twitched oddly. Impaled on his inhuman shaft, Sue Storm waited with baited breath for the results of his dark imagination.

"You want to be my sex toy, don't you?" he whispered.

"Yes!" Sue Storm breathed, her invisible stomach flexed as her grossly distneded cunt squeezed his prick. She wasn't sure whether she said it because he wanted her too, or because she herself had become nothing more than a slut-**** to his godlike cock.

"Yeah," he growled.

The Invisible Woman suddenly jerked on his dick. Pain wracked her arms and legs, every muscle in the limbs suddenly contracted until she thought her bones would break. Every nerve screamed, and they seemed to grow white-hot. Sue thrashed on Porkum's cock, and then she stared at her limbs.

They were shrinking.

Before her very eyes, the muscle was wasting away, shrinking, so that the skin seemed to hang off her bones. Yet the bones themselves were visible diminishing. Sue stared in horror mingled with ecstasy, her engorged cunt squeezed tight as a vice around the thigh-thick prick between her rapidly diminishing thighs. As the limbs shrank, the pain lessened. For a moment, Sue's arms and legs hung like limp sleeves...and then the skin itself was drawn in. Until within moments, her hips and shoulders were rounded with smooth skin, as if she had never had arms or legs at all.

Porkum chuckled. His great pink hands caressed her waist as he stood up. Sue Storm found herself picked up like a sack of meal. Like a great onahole, Porkum bounced Sue Storm on his prick, his swollen sack smacking into her ass with every downward stroke. The Invisible Woman's head flailed about, as she tried vainly to flex muscles she no longer had.

"I wonder," he said. "Whether I should just keep you as my personal cocksleeve, or send you back to that simp of a husband like this. What do you think, cockslut? What do you want?"

Sue Storm's head spun. She felt punch-drunk. His cock seemed to stab impossibly deep inside her body. Something hot and thick dripped from her grossly distended cunt. She could hardly breathe, barely think...couldn't imagine what Reed would say if he saw her like this. What kind of wife and mother and heroine could she be with a pussy the size of Texas and no arms and legs. Yet...something within her, some **** whisper of defiance wanted to leap at this chance for escape. To not give in completely to the corruption that had seized her.