Sue Storm Gains Powers Like Porkum's

It wasn't fire that spread through Sue Storm's violated breasts. It felt like the rasp of claws on chalkboard. A frequency pitched to make her nervous system sing and resonate. A slight pink hue spread out fromt he site of the twin wounds. Her nipples, already stiff, engorged further. Porkum watched, spellbound, as the luscious breasts of a mother of two slowly swelled and rose. The pectoral muscles beneath strengthened and tightened, even as the veins seemed to recede and the pinkish skin grew taut, visibly larger, more globular. From generous apples, Sue Storm's breasts became gravity-defying cantaloupes.

Still the pink spread. Along her veins, her nerves. Her writhing grew slower, more sensuous, less fevered. A black film billowed over her blue eyes. Porkum stepped back a little and admired the subtle shift to Sue's proportions. Her hips and ass flared, the fat seemed to melt from arms and stomach to accentuate an hourglass form, the muscles more visible. The Invisible Woman's nostrils flared, drinking in the air—and then Porkum's snout twitched.

He could smell it too. The subtle shift in her biochemistry. Like his own. Clear rivulets of liquid ran down Sue's thighs, almost intoxicating in the raw reek of sex that they represented. His prick stirred, involuntarily, but Porkum stood rooted to the spot as Sue hung there. He watched as her clit, a dainty little button of flesh, swelled like a ripe berry. Not grotesquely, but definitely bigger, erect, her whole pussy puffy and drooling. Not unlike a feminine version of his own enhanced genitalia. A part of him wondered what it felt like. What was going through Sue's head right now? If it was anything like his own mental state, then she was effectively a nymphomaniac, drowning in a need to breed.

Which could serve his purposes.

"More," Sue Storm said, her voice thick. "Give me more."

Porkum's balls rose slightly, an uncomfortable pressure building. Nothing that he didn't experience daily. But if she was powerful enough to affect him, she would be devastating on anything else.

"You like it?" Porkum said.

He reached out one finger and flicked a hard, swollen nipple. Sue squealed like a sow in heat and writhed, not in pain, but ecstasy.

"I can give you more. A lot more. As much as you want," Porkum said, wondering how addictive this MGH was. How long it would last. There was only one way to find out. He reached up and grabbed her hands, to lift her off the hook.

"You're going to do something for me," he grunted, as he unlocked her handcuffs. The naked heroine swayed in place. Her black eyes, so much like his own, on him. He had a feeling that only the sickly yellow light of the defraudium gem was keeping her in check. If she had access to her full powers...and some version of his...

"You're going to go fuck a hero and bring me their mask," Porkum said. "And if you do that, I'll give you more."

Sue Storm nodded absently. The assignment, to her ****-addled brain, was clear. She seemed to float above herself as she staggered toward the door. Each step took her further from the defraudium gem. Made her stronger, more confident. When she touched the door, she vanished.

The door opened, closed. Porkum stood there, uneasily, left with a pair of empty handcuffs, his tools, and a raging erection. Wondering who the Invisible Sow would seduce.