Sue Storm Drops Her Invisibility And Puts Up A Field

It was instinct. The second the pig-man's pizzle began to throb, Sue Storm dropped her invisibility and raised an invisible shield, only an inch from her face. Which meant she had a perfect view of the white, cloudy liquid that splattered so close to her face she could almost smell it. Sue hugged the wall and watched as rope after sticky rope glazed her invisible shield.

If Sue had been a split-second slower, all of that seed would have ended up on her face.

Porkum grunted. He leaned in close. Until the pink head of his prick pressed against the Invisible Woman's shield. The added pressure was like a finger poked straight into Sue's brain. She clenched her teeth with the effort of maintaining the invisible shield in front of herself. Nor could she close her eyes to the grotesque sight of the mutant pig-man's distorted glans as it wiped back and forth. Smeared the cum this way and that as spoonfuls of white splooge oozed out of the tip like yogurt and ran in rivulets down the shield.

More cum than Reed Richards had ever emptied into Sue Storm's womb. And it was a single ejaculation.

"Well, well, well," Porkum said throatily. "Lookee who we have here. Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman. In my own crib. Tell me. Did you like my chocolates?"

"Filthy...pig!" Sue spat. She gathered her strength to try and push him off.

Then she felt something drip on her forehead.

She looked up and saw Porkum's head as it peeked over the edge of her shield. He wasn't particularly tall, barely as tall as Sue herself. Yet he was nearly as broad as he was tall, and with Sue hunched down against the wall, the mass of him overshadowed her.

"Didn't answer my question," he said, amiably. "Did you like suckin' the cream out of my balls? Plenty more where that came from. Is that why you came here? Get a taste straight from the source?"

Each barb struck home. Sue's face flustered as she realized the source of the mutant DNA in Porkum's bonbons. The same thick baby-gravy that now pooled at the base of her shield. Her wounded leg ached, but worse was the strange heat that rose within her body at the smell of Porkum's stinking jizz.

"You feel that behind you?" Porkum said. "That hole in the wall? Your ass must be pressed against it."

Sue could feel it. A hole, maybe four inches in diameter. The outlines pressed against the thin material of her costume.

"The kitchen's on the other side of that wall," Porkum went on. "When the time comes to bake a new batch of bonbons, I press my prick through that hole...and stare at the pictures of you on the wall. I think of you when I'm pumping out the biggest, thickest load of cream my balls can manage. Thinkin' of your suckin' down my cream. I was just buildin' up a load early when you interrupted me. But seein' you here..."

His pig-snout snuffled, drank in the air.

"...smellin' your juicy, ripe pussy. Think maybe I'll whip you up an extra big batch tonight."

In her suit, Sue could feel a wet drip run down her legs. Despite her pain, she couldn't deny the arousal that filled her body. She shivered as Porkum humped the invisible shield. The full length of his prick was pressed up against the invisible barrier now, and Sue gasped at the immense pink pecker, like an immense worm, in all of its enormity. The huge, grapefruit-sized testicles pressed against the bottom.

"Tell you what, Suzy. Why don't you open up a little hole in this shield. Just big enough so you can get a feel...maybe a little taste?"