Jennifer groaned as she awoke on the soft mat of grass, sluggishly stretching to get the stiffness out of her back. "Last time I sleep with a bra on," she yawned, scratching her armpit with one hand, casually brushing her fingers down her belly. Something sticky was between her legs--
She froze and brought her hand back up. White gummy residue coated her digits. It smelled just like... "Sperm." Jen spoke the word, as if trying to wrap her head around the fact that she'd forced herself on the dumb brute, practically raping the guy to satisfy her urges.
"Maybe they're shooting blanks?" Jen wondered as she glanced at the slumbering quartet of gamma giants. She sniffed her fingers. Nostrils flared and eyes fluttered. She licked her lips. Some part of her, a deep, primal instinct, knew that these four were packing some seriously potent juice... and there was probably enough sloshing in her womb to knock up a whole cheerleading squad.
Her stomach growled like a truck engine, distracting her momentarily. "Maybe there's some... plants or something that'll work like a contraceptive..." Jen muttered. She spotted the fruits she gathered earlier and took a cautious bite.
It was delicious! Sweet, and not too tangy, like mango or ripe kiwi. The skins were perfectly edible and the flesh inside had an almost effervescent texture, but it wasn't unpleasant. Quite the opposite! Jennifer quickly devoured her first fruit and started on a second, tossing the pit away. Then a third... then more, until...
Jennifer leaned back and belched, patting her stomach. She smiled, juice still dripping down her chin. Some part of her realized she might have left the fruit in the sun a little too long, because she was feeling pretty buzzed, like she'd just drank a few too many daiquiris. Even the feeling of nausea and bloating had passed, which was fine with her. It just meant she could satisfy a little more curiosity...
The slinky She-Hulk crawled over to another of the goons. He was sporting an incredible specimen of morning wood! The green brute grunted, still asleep, as he adjusted his pants, making the python inside shift -- and its head popped free of the waistband. Jen licked her lips at the sight of that thick monster peeking out, the tip a dark, greenish-purple.
Ever so gently, she peeled his pants down, freeing more of the veiny, vascular cock. "Holy shit," Jen whispered as she drew her fingers along its length. "You're even bigger than the last guy." It was a little shorter, but definitely thicker. Jen had to grip it with both hands!
She pumped it, licking her lips as precum began to well up, dribbling out of the piss slit, and clamped her mouth on the head. The shameless She-Hulk moaned as she slurped on the smooth helmet, sucking down the musky, gamma-enhanced taste. The goon began to grunt breathlessly, his hips flexing. Jen stayed attached, swirling her tongue under the collar of his cockhead, tickling the sensitive glans. Without warning, the half-sleeping brute's hand held her head in place and groaned, his cock twitching.
Cum erupted from his cock in a thick pulsing torrent, filling Jen's mouth, her cheeks bulging. She gulped it down as fast as she could, throat working to swallow the hot, creamy sperm. She choked, jets of gooey white spurting out of her nose and spilling from the corners of her mouth. With a strangled gasp, she pulled free of the goon's grip. His cock throbbed and jumped, sending more semen to splatter on her face and in her hair as she caught her breath.