"Ooooh yeah, lick me out, cuz!" She-Hulk howled as she ground her pussy into the Hulk's face. Her dome of a belly obscured her sight but she could feel her cousin's tongue and mouth working against her womanhood. Her juices flowed freely, coating the
gamma-powered titan's face. What she didn't know was that her enthusiastic gyrations were suffocating him!
Wonder-Hulk pumped the green shaft in her fist, spitting thick globs of saliva on it to grease it nicely for its journey into her hungry depths. Power Hulk slipped off the shaft, leaving it coated with slick pussy juice. She stroked her belly, feeling
the cycle of life beginning anew in her loins.
"He's all yours, sister," she grinned, sitting down beside the trio and lazily watching them prepare their new breeding partner for a rut.
"Oh yes, Wonder-Hulk likes this," she grunted, kissing its smooth, fist-sized head. "Will make Wonder-Hulk fat with babies!" It seemed that Diana's intellect diminished as she got hornier! She licked her lips in anticipation as she climbed on, pushing
the thick green hulkmeat directly against her cunt.
"Do it, sister!" Jen gasped as her body began to shudder in orgasm. "Fill yourself with sperm!" She embraced Diana as the gammazon slid down to the hilt on Hulk's cock. Jen kissed her, passionately and fiercely, as her orgasm struck hard. She ground her
pussy against Hulk's face as she ground her lips against Wonder-Hulk's mouth.
"Aahhh," she gasped as she broke the kiss. "How does it feel, Diana?"
"Feels, uh," Wonder-Hulk looked confused. "...small?" Both looked down to see the green fading from the Hulk's flesh as he shrank down to human-sized Bruce Banner. He had a blissful look on his juice-smeared face, but he was clearly unconscious.
"Ooops," Jen gulped. Wonder-Hulk stood up and roared, Banner's erection slipping easily from her gamma-enhanced pussy.
"IDIOT SISTER!" her eyes blazed. "WONDER-HULK NEED HULK COCK!"
***
Scream grinned in delight as she gripped the thick midnight-blue cock protruding from between Mystique's legs.
"How is this possible?" the Symbiote hissed curiously, tickling the shaft with her claw.
"I'm a shapeshifter, remember?" Mystique smiled. "And don't worry. This beauty is fully-functional!" She guided her lover's hand down to the base, where a pair of fat testicles hung. Scream fondled the egg-sized balls, then brought her sinuous tongue down
on Mystique's cockhead, slithering all over it like an eel.
"We want it," Scream purred, stroking the thick pole. She angled it down and ground her crotch against the slimy glans. "Put it in ussssss..."
"With pleasure," Mystique grabbed Scream's hips and thrust her cock into the Symbiote's fiery pussy. Scream shrieked in delight and ground her hips against Mystique as the shapeshifter fucked her on the table, their tits pressed against each other. Scream's
hair-tendrils writhed like flame as she wrapped her legs around Mystique's body, riding her for all she was worth.
"Don't tell anyone," Mystique grunted. "But I'm actually Rogue's 'daddy'!" She looked up to see Poison Ivy enter the room. She was stroking her belly, and Mystique couldn't help but notice it had gotten a little rounder.
"Girls, I think I'm... HOLY DEMETER!"
***
"With mah powers 'n Hank's intellect, ah kin synthesize a more permanent solution to our problem," Rogue grinned, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth as she led her fellow goddesses into the lab. "Emma, y'gotta read mah thoughts as we work. No tellin' how
long mah enhanced smarts'll last," she said as she began to organize chemicals and bio-samples.
"What about me?" Storm rumbled. Her voice had changed with the rest of her, becoming low and powerful, like distant thunder.
"Keep everyone else outta here," Rogue responded. She got to work quickly, experimenting on tissues from Storm, Emma and herself. Emma aided her, applying her own knowledge to increase their chances of success. All three of them were feeling the onset
of pregnancy, their bellies slowly swelling with young. Milk dripped from their teats in steady streams, and Storm offered to lick their breasts clean, but Emma shook her head.
"We can't afford the distraction," she said reluctantly.
"Ah think ah got it!" Rogue declared excitedly. She produced three beakers of golden-yellow liquid. "Ah managed tah isolate th' proper chromosomes an' replicate 'em in a nanoculture solution. Then ah engineered a retrovirus fer--"
"Will it work?" Emma snapped impatiently as Rogue passed one to her and Storm.
"Ah hope so," Rogue said. "Ah wanna stay like this!"
"Bottoms up," Emma said as they clinked their beakers together.