Until Sue Storm Passes Out

There had been times, during her pregnancies, when Sue Storm had been gripped with such cravings that she had eaten to excess. All notions of diet had been forgotten as she stuffed herself with food, and with the baby in her belly, her stomach had limited room to expand. The Invisible Woman had felt the strain then, of her overstuffed stomach, her abdomen bloated and distended with baby and food. So stuffed she could hardly move.

Now, she felt that again. Except there was no baby. Just Porkum's cock, and a seemingly inexhaustible supply of cum.

The Invisible Woman did not know how Porkum's powers work. How special his testicles were, able to produce sperm of terrible potency in volume. She did not know that his morbid obesity hid the fact that his body would swiftly cannibalize fat to produce more sperm when needed. The mutant pig-man could lose a hundred pounds without effort, and produce an almost equivalent amount of sperm.

Gallons and gallons of it.

All that the blonde knew was the throb and pulse of the cock that stretched her mouth until her jaw ached and forced its swollen length into her throat until she could barely breathe. She felt the steady bursts of fresh sperm down into her already-full stomach. The heat that diffused outward from her body as it attempted to digest this massive and ongoing meal. The sensation of fullness in her body grew more and more intense, so that she clawed at his pink thighs and trembled, sweatng, blue eyes bright with pain as her abdomen slowly grew more and more taut, the stomach forced to stretch painfully as it absorbed my jizz than it could process, her intestnes roiling as the half-digested slurry slowly filled them.

Once, she had seen a competitive eater drink an entire ten-gallon bottle of water, swaying drunkenly on the stage, her belly bloated disgustingly. Now, Sue knew what that felt like. It wasn't the pain of a laser burst or a sword cut, but a deep internal ache that grew and grew as pint after pint of baby batter forced itself into her already sperm-sodden system.

Porkum held her head in place and watched with those dark piggy eyes, enjoying her discomfort. Waiting for the moment.

Sue's vision began to tunnel, growing black around the edges. Her breath was shallow, the overloaded stomach pushing on the lungs. She struggled to keep her eyes open, a terrible lethargy stealing across her limbs.

For a moment, she wondered if this was how she died.

Then the lights went out in her eyes, and Sue Storm went limp. Porkum let her slide off of his cock, drooling and convulsing on the floor like a bloated blonde tick.

"Not bad," he said. "Wouldn't mind having you as my own personal cumrag. Of course, we'd have to do something about that husband of yours..."