Will You Do Something For Me?

"Anything!" Sue Storm said, without thinking. Her pussy quivered as she held Porkum's cock as deep inside of her as she could. There was a bulge in the base of her abdomen where the monstrous prick distended her skin and muscle. Porkum's hands reached up to massage her buttocks as he sent a jet of sperm deep into her splayed cunny. The Invisible Woman shivered and then her stomach went transparent. The pig-man could actually see his cock, crammed and stuffed into the too-small tunnel, disappear into a cloud of white as he pumped rope after hot rope into her body. Unable to hold it all, it drooled out around his cock...but there was a lot more where that came from.

"Good," Porkum said, as he stared at the slut, lost in her ecstasy. Brain awash in his chemicals. "Here's what I want you to do...I'm going to give you a container of milk. You're going to feed it into your brother Johnny's food. Coffee, cereal, a glass of milk at bedtime. Whatever it takes."

Sue blinked. She squatted over the naked pig man, her hands on her knees. For a moment, her blue eyes wavered.

"J-Johnny?" she said, as she thought of her brother. "What...what is it?"

Porkum stared up at her. Even with the hesitation in her voice, Sue's hips circled in small gyrations. He could see his cockhead stir his dickjuice into a froth around her cervix. His grin widened a little. Maybe the truth would help.

"It's based on my cum," he said, as he met her gaze. "It has different effects on men than it does on women."

"It...it won't hurt him, will it?" Sue's voice wavered. Porkum let his hands move from the heroine's buttocks to her breasts. She bit her lip as his thick fingers rubbed and tugged at her funbags.

"Hurt? No. He'll experience a few little changes. Most of them will be mental. But it won't hurt him, anymore than it hurts you," Porkum said. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"N-no!" Sue said quickly. Her resistance drained away. Porkum was still hard. His thumbs and forefingers pinched both of her nipples and her tugged at her teats. His hips began to shift, to drive his cock up and down in the cum-slick gash that had once been Sue Storm's prim and proper pussy.

"So you'll do it?" Porkum said.

"Y-yes!" So moaned as she lost herself in the sensations. "Yes, fuck, yes..."

The next morning, only the hint of dark bags under Sue Storm's eyes betrayed her little adventure of last night...and that she had covered with makeup. Strong coffee and water helped to give her the energy to make breakfast for her family. Deep inside her cunt, some of Porkum's sperm swam around in her pussy, beyond where she could reach it, but none of the Fantastic Four could detect that.

A tall, thin young man with tousled yellow hair the same shade as Sue's came out in a blue bathrobe. He looked worse the wear than Sue.

"Mornin' sis," Johnny Storm said, as he took the cup of coffee she offered him.

"Good morning, Johnny," Sue said, with a smile and real warmth. The coffee was a pale brown, thick with milk, just as he liked it. She watched him sip the java and close his eyes. With deep relish, he drained the whole cup in one long draught. To deliver Porkum's "milk" straight into his stomach.

Perhaps a part of Sue felt a pang of guilt at this betrayal. Yet Porkum had assured her it wouldn't hurt Johnny at all. He'd given her a good supply of the milk, and instructions to make sure Johnny got his dose every day. She could still taste the pig-man's saliva, remembered the hot, meaty tongue that had flooded her mouth.

She would have to visit him again. In a few days. Until then, she'd give Johnny his milk...and see what happened.