Sue Storm's Stomach Swells

A normal man's ejaculation is measured in milliliters. Spoonfuls. Sue Storm had never felt her husband ejaculate. Just the extra wetness, later, as his watery sperm oozed out of her, to stain her panties or the sheets or drip into the toilet. Yet when Porkum came, his massive balls pressed against her labia like a pair of red-hot cannonballs, the end of his two-foot prick buried in her intestines, he didn't cum a few spoonfuls.

He held her in a kind of half-nelson. His chin on the top of her head, his thick forearm braced against her throat. The heroine sucked in air with effort, and her ass was a ring of fire, the muscle broken. She felt the flood of boiling-hot fluid pour inside of her as an added fullness, a pressure in her guts, like the worst bloating pain in her life.

Except it continued to go on.

Porkum grunted. His balls rose and fell, slapping against Sue's body with little plaps. The massive gonads seemed to generate sperm almost as fas as it poured out of the end of his prick. Sue's blue eyes rolled up in her head, body limp, barely able to process the pressure that grew inside of her with each thick rope of sperm, each one a thousand times thicker and more virile than her husband's creamiest load.

Her intestines became packed, swiftly. The liquid pressure **** the gas up through her intestinal track, and SUe began to hiccup. Her abdomen slowly distended as, ass plugged full of cock, the sperm sought where else to go. It slowly filled her gut, and her lower belly bulged as the intestines filled and filled. The weight of it made her ache, an increasing strain on her lower back.

When it reached her stomach, her distended abdomen touched the ground, almost as if she was pregnant.

It had to be ten liters of sperm. Sue tasted bile. Her head swam, electrolytes unbalanced. Porkum ran a hand over her smooth, distended belly. She was somewhere beyond pain, her consciousness floating on top of the distress signals that her body was sending out.

"Wonder what that limp-dick husband of yours would think if he saw you like this," Porkum whispered. Sue's heart sank. "Let's find out."

She didn't see where Porkum got the anal beads. The smallest of them was the size of her fist. The largest was as big as a five-pound bowling ball. Later in life, she would remember as Porkum stood her up on her palms, her weak arms struggling to hold herself up as he pulled out of her ass. She was afraid all of her guts would come with it. Unsurprised when she saw the blood drip from the gaping wound that was her butthole, now a vast cavity that she couldn't close, his cum a milky white pool in the depths of her colon like the pool of lava in some obscene volcano.

The first bead slid in easily. That told Sue Storm how broken she was. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she felt the larger beads behind it pass. Her arms quivered and her already-distended stomach seemed to dome out further as Porkum **** the beads deeper. Until the biggest one rested against her ass.

Sue Storm had given birth before. But never in reverse.

She didn't scream. There was no air in her lungs for it. She tasted acid and jizz in her throat as he pushed her body past any limit she could have imagined. Until the clear glass cannonball that was the final bead was **** into place, far past Sue Storm's muscles to dislodge.

"There you go," Porkum said cheerfully, and his cock slapped against her stomach as he stepped back. "Now go on home. Your husband should get there by the time you get back."

The Invisible Woman couldn't argue. Porkum had commanded it. She fell onto her hands and knees and crawled away from him. The last she saw of him that night, he was stroking his cock, watching her leave. Her suffering seemed to turn him on more than her pleasure had. Naked, dripping, her stuffed ass a raw wound of pain, Sue Storm knew that even now, at his merest whisper, she would turn around, roll over, and offer her body back to him. That was how deep the biochemical claws of his pheromones had sunk into her brain. How thoroughly a proud heroine had been destroyed in a single, ass-shattering evening of raw sex.

As she hit the street, Sue had the strength to go invisible. Her hands fell to her bloated belly, and she staggered toward the Baxter Building, unaware that the dimensional craft that Reed and the others piloted was even now on its way back, its path subtly cleared.

The revelation, she thought, would break him. Their marriage would be over. Her life as a heroine would be over.

"I wonder," she said, and a man on the street shivered as he looked around for the source of the unseen voice. "If he'll let me go back to Porkum."