"Fuck, where's a big cock when you need one?" She-Hulk bitterly complained, ignoring the looks she got from men and women alike.
She thought of men and creatures like Wendigo, and Abomination, and even her ex-lover Juggernaut and what they might do for her cavernous cunt, but the result was the same: not a one of them in sight. In reality, she realized the further she got away from headquarters,
the less chance she had of finding someone. Headquarters meant technology, and technology meant tracking of potential mates. Here, she was merely passing on the sidewalk among civilians, all the men guaranteed to be small or average in length and girth. Even
at maximum normal human limits for penile girth, six inches would bounce all over the place in her loose pussy. She even entertained ripping out a light post and shoving it in, to sate her needs for now, when she overheard a transmission from a nearby police
car.
It didn't take her long to sprint toward the disturbance, cordoned off for miles by barricades and police cars to protect the average citizen from the threat plaguing the streets.
"I'll handle this," She-Hulk announced.
"Oh thank god, we could use another Hulk right now," a woman said, unaware of exactly what kind of handling Jennifer Walters had in mind.
"Hey, big boy," She-Hulk shouted at her new mate.
The big, green Hulk looked over to her with uncontrollable rage flickering in his eyes, paused only briefly to assess what the woman would do. And what she did, after tossing her dark green hair back, was rip off her purple pants to expose the bottom half of
her leotard: soaking wet and clinging perfectly to every curve. With her hands on her hips and legs spread, She-Hulk displayed how the elastic of her leotard caved slightly inward, a giant gaping hole waiting to be plugged by her only equal.
For the first time in her life, she was about to fuck -- err -- do battle with her cousin, on her own terms.
"Let's see what you're packing."
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