Weeks

Sue Storm's pussy was a constant dripping mess. Streams of semen ran down her thighs. Porkum didn't like her to wear clothes. They just got in the way when he wanted to fuck...and his need, to the Invisible Woman, almost seemed constant. When she tried to cook, he bent her over the stove, her invisible **** field the only thing between her breasts and the red-hot electric burners as he plowed away at her sodden slit. With long, easy strokes, he would pound away, his massive ballsack slapping against her until he unleashed a torrent of sperm inside of her...then he would pull out, grab a beer from the fridge, and settle on the couch to watch porn.

Porkum's presence in the Baxter Building had taken some adjustment. Not just from his demands on Sue Storm, the way he would constantly wander around and find her so that she could suck his cock or he could empty his balls into her sticky, cum-filled cunny, but the sheer slovenliness of him. He ordered food constantly, using Reed's credit card. Stained every surface he touched. Left trash strewn around him.

Despite a lifetime of dieting practice, the constant flow of fastfood, ****, and tobacco tempted Sue. Her exercise schedule was thrown off by Porkum following her into the gymnasium. She couldn't lift weights without Porkum jerking off on her tits. Couldn't do squats without the big-cocked pigman insisting she squat on her cock. Even running on the indoor track just led to Sue sweat and leaking a trail of mutant jizz behind her. The air was often thick with Porkum's cigars, and Sue had even found herself taking a few drags, then washing the taste out of her mouth with a sip of beer.

H.E.R.B.I.E. and the cleaning robots of the Baxter Building could only do so much against the constant onslaught...and day by day, week by week, Sue Storm saw the changes the lifestyle was afflicting on her body. The slight loss of muscle mass. The softening around her arms and stomach. Her pits and pubic hair grew out, the exhausted heroine too tired to shave. Some days she didn't even shower.

Not that Porkum minded. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the extra meat on her hips, buried his snout into her arm pits and snuffled joyfully. THe small dark eyes alighted at the way slowly, surely, Sue Storm's formerly high standards collapsed. As the pristine heroine was degraded into a slobby slut.

Ordinary business of the Baxter Building fell by the wayside too. Sue barely paid enough attention to pay the most crucial bills. Calls from other heroes, from S.H.I.E.L.D., from her own children went unanswered. To those outside the building, the Fantastic Four had gone completely dark.

The honeymoon period passed a couple weeks in. The lack of sleep, the physical cost of this new lifecycle, had begun to wear on her mental health. She drank more. Slept more. Spent hours in her darkened bedroom, lost in an emotional numbness only punctuated by the arrival of a pizza, or Porkum dragging her out to suck his balls as he watched some particularly enticing gangbang on the big screen in the living room.

When they fucked in the master bedroom, Porkum made sure that the picture of Sue and Reed's wedding faced them. Sue didn't remember at what point he had cut out Reed's face and replaced it with Porkum's. She did remember how Porkum had insisted on fucking her in every room. Even on her children's beds. Coating their toys with thick gobs of jizz. Leaving behind a mess of soiled bedding and defiled memories as the robots moved in to do what they could.

If the old Sue Storm could see what she had been reduced to in a few mere weeks, she would have recoiled in horror. Yet Sue was enthralled by Porkum's pheromones. Her brain left in a constant fog. Her pussy and ass an aching, dripping mess. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a vitamin, much less a birth control pill. There was no thought of the future, only vague dreams of the past. The present was a raunchy nightmare as Porkum's sexual demands grew more baroque, his fucking rougher, his creampies more frequent and violent.

There were days Sue woke up sick, hungover, and crawled to the bathroom. There, weak and ****, Porkum liked to find her. His great pink hands would feet his prick into her sore and sticky cunt as he pushed in deep, and Sue Storm could only grab the bowl and hold on for dear life as her stomach leaped. She puked nauseously into the bowl as he pummeled her womb with another virile load.

"Coming along well, sow," he grunted. "We'll get some piglets out of you yet."

Sue couldn't even bring herself to respond to that. She just collapsed, legs splayed, her pussy a mass of pain and heat as she spasmed and leaked onto the floor. Maybe she cried. Maybe she slept.

All she knew was, that was where Reed Richards found her, when the rest of the Fantastic Four finally came home.