Sue Stretches Herself With What's At Hand

This was a factory. Factories had spare parts and lube. Sue Storm found what she needed not far away. A bucket of industrial lubricant and a series of steel rollers. The smallest was one inch in diameter. The thickest was four inches in diameter.

Perfect.

"Don't try this at home," Sue muttered to herself as she slathered one end of the smaller roller with lube and positioned itself against her asshole.

Porkum watched. Never far away. Staying close enough his pheromones would continue to affect her. Stroking his two-foot-cock with growing anticipation as he watched the blonde goddess before him force a few inches of steel roller into her anus and shiver as she waited for her sphincter to adjust to the penetration before moving it back and forth with her hand.

It took time. Each roller was thicker. Heavier. Each one stretched her poor hole more. The last two were so heavy that Sue had to use her powers to lift and move them. Invisible force fields pushed the steel rods in and out of her swollen, gaping anus, dripping with the clear jelly of an industrial lubricant that she hoped wasn't toxic.

Dimly, Sue realized that if she still had her powers, she could escape Porkum. Maybe even defeat him. Yet she wasn't focused on that now. Her pussy burned and dripped with need. Her thoughts were focused on the sensations of her overstretched butthole, the sensation of the unfeeling hard rods penetrating her body. Lost and forgotten fantasies burned through her brain and mutated into blistering new erotic tableaux.

When the final roller fell out of her ass, Sue Storm reached back with both hands and held her gaping asshole open, eight fingers stretching the pink flesh, the colon twitching uncontrollably.

"Please," she said, her voice small and weak with fatigue. "I need it up my ass."

"Yeah, you do," Porkum agreed, and stepped forward to fit his mammoth mutant man-meat into that hungry hole. "Get ready, babe. I'm gonna fuck you until you love me."