Sue Storm Introduces Her Girlfriends To Porkum

"So," Jessica said. "Spill. What is your mystery man really like? How did you meet him?"

Sue used her powers to retrieve another couple of pitchers of "protein shake" from the kitchen. She could feel the heat build in her body as Porkum's pheromones were pumped into the room. The blonde's eyes met each of the women's in turn. Heroines, all. The peak of humanity. Many with powers, skills, and intellect that matched or outstripped their male peers.

Yet she could tell that all of them felt it. The heat that built inside. The dampness that grew between their legs. Pupils dilated. Skin flushed. Even the She-Hulk's cheeks were turning a deeper green, like a ripe watermelon.

So Sue started to tell them. The truth. In explicit detail. She held nothing back. How she had met him, thinking he was a criminal. How he had overcome her. And, at last, how he had conquered him. Porkum and his massive cock. The way it felt as it tore between her legs. The height of it in her body. The torrents of jizz that gushed out, impossibly virile. The endless stamina that kept him humping and pumping, never going limp before she'd cum her brains out.

And he'd filled her pussy to the brim.

"Which is why I asked you all here," Sue said, and held up her half-drained glass, which was coated with a frothy white scum.

All of the women stared back at her. Pepper Potts had unbuttoned her blouse and sat with her legs apart, one fist pressed against her crotch. Jessica Drew, the Spider-Woman, had a frothy white milk mustache, and two wet blotches at the front of her costume showed where she had started to spontaneously lactate, something that happened to her ever since she had given birth when she was seriously aroused. Jessica Walters, the She-Hulk was scraping her nails against the tabletop, tearing gouges in the surface. Mockingbird was trying to suck the last drop from the bottom of a glass. Black Widow stood up, her pussy pressed into the corner of the table. Maria Hill had her hands down the front of her pants, fingers working. Janet van Dyne, the Wasp, had shrunk down and crawled into an almost-empty pitcher, stripping off her clothes to rub the white cream into her skin.

"Porkie?" Sue said aloud. "I think they're ready for you."

The tip of his pink prick entered the room before Porkum's naked, rotund form did. His dark eyes took in the bitches panting in heat at the table. The women stared at his cock with an avid hunger. Sue knew the feeling only too well. Their pussies cried out to be fucked, to be used.

"All of you," Sue said with authority. "Strip and line up against the table, legs spread. Let's see those cunts."

Unprepared for Porkum's undiluted jizz, the assembled heroines moved to comply. Their brilliant minds dulled and fogged with the unnatural heat that coursed through their bodies, her words gave them direction, and Porkum's chemical stripped the inhibitions from their brains. Within moments, Porkum amdired the line of trim legs and bared slits before him

Sue Storm took fished Janet van Dyne out of the cum jug and placed her on the table, the heroine barely a foot tall. The Invisible Woman, who had shed her own clothes, took her place at the end of the table.

"C'mon, Porkie," Sue said as she waggled her ass. "Fuck us good! Make us all your bitches!"