Sue Storm Tries To Crawl Between Porkum's Legs

Porkum paused at the entrance to the bathroom. His immense cock wobbled in mid-air. Hands gripped the frame of the door. Legs splayed wide.

Then he sneezed.

That was the Invisible Woman's opening, and she took it.

Sue Storm dropped to the floor and scrabbled forward, beneath Porkum's outstretched legs. Bloated and overweight as he was, Porkum's reaction time wasn't great at the best of times; Sue had no doubt that once she was out of range of his pheromones, she would have the upper hand.

The only thing she hadn't counted on was how low Porkum's immense testicles hung.

Her forehead slammed into the sperm factories at full speed. Porkum's knees buckled. All five hundred pounds of mutant pig-man landed atop the Invisible Woman, pinning her to the floor. There was a terrible crash as Porkum's head went through the porcelain sink, and his immense bulk went very, very still.

Sue Storm took a moment to gather her bearings. She could feel Porkum breathing, albeit barely. The immense heat of his testicles was pressed against her neck, the two-foot-long cock stretched out across her spine. The smell was like nothing she had ever experienced. Like crawling inside one of Johnny's crusty old socks, one that was still dripping and wet from fresh spunk that he thought she didn't recognize.

It made her dizzy. Aroused. And very, very determined to do something.