Sue Storm Does Not Return To The Baxter Building

The children came home, and they could not find her.

Hours mingled into days, and Sue Storm's life was measured in orgasms and gallons of cum. Porkum's superhuman sexual stamina seemed inexhaustible, and after an initial rush of trying to keep up with him, impaling herself on his cock in every hole, Sue Storm settled into a strange routine.

She was his cumrag.

At night, she awoke to the sensation of him squeezing his gigantic pink cock into her ass. When he watched porn, which was almost constantly, she would suck him off, the long length of his prick a warm comfort as she listened to the sounds of moaning sluts. When really excited, he liked to make her re-enact a scene. Different positions, different acts.

The days blurred together, and Sue snatched sleep and ate when she could. Her skin forgot the touch of the sun, her body grew softer. The only exercise she got was from sex; the only food she ate was the takeout that Porkum constantly ordered. Porkum seemed to enjoy the way her tits and ass grew.

On quiet evenings, she would sit in his lap, and his rough pink fingers would play with her slit. Sue's blue eyes would stare out at the porn, unaware when she got used to seeing women take two or three cocks in their ass at once, or bored of the lazy cinematography of gangbangs. It always ended the same. Sue Storm drawing herself up on unsteady legs, using her powers to balance herself as she lowered her dripping, spunk-filled slit back on Porkum's shaft.

She wasn't sure when she got pregnant. Yet it hit her one morning, as she crawled to the toilet to puke, and Porkum took the opportunity to slide that massive shaft up her ass, that she had been gaining weight and she hadn't had her period in a while. His rough hands caressed her little pot belly as he thrust roughly, utterly uncaring of the baby inside.

Sue Storm cried that night, thinking of her other babies. The children she had left behind. All for this life of constant sex and degradation. On the semen-stained floor, she collapsed and cried, a brief moment of regret.

The Invisible Woman remembered the day Porkum began to bring other women home. Street whores, mostly. He had gotten it into his head that he liked to see Sue Storm play with them, but Sue Storm could read him better than that, now. She saw it in the distracted way he slapped her with his cock if she wasn't moving fast enough for him, and how much more attentively he focused on the other women.

Porkum was growing bored of her.

Even as her stomach grew, day by day, week by week, Sue Storm could feel his interest slipping away.

That was when she began using her powers more often. Showing him the flow of his spunk inside of her. Forcing her holes to gape until she looked obscene, inhuman. Torturous positions where her tits were stretched and squashed until the dark nipples looked ready to breed. Anything to recapture that focus, to keep him interested, to keep the jizz she was addicted to flowing.

"Ah, crap," he muttered, near the beginning of the third trimester. "You're preggers, aren't you?"

Sue Storm had put on enough weight in the last six months that the formerly thin and svelte body hid the pregnant belly somewhat. Her thighs and ass were thicker, her breasts soft and swollen, even her face and arms a little puffier due to months of neglect of diet and exercise. Yet there was no hiding the distended abdomen, taut to the touch.

"Gotta get Doomie to do something about that," he muttered.

The word caught Sue Storm's attention. Through her sex-crazed brain, she registered the word.

Doom.

All of this had been set up, Sue Storm now knew. This was all some plot. She had abandoned everything she had known, her family, her own husband and children, all so...so...so Doom could have his revenge on Reed?

It was the moment that broke what remained of Sue Storm's fragile and compromised sanity.