Two days after her first hunt, Jen was living it
up!
It didn’t take too much effort for the other hulk
clones to learn how to cook a full sized pig… Just burn the thing til it was
warm enough to eat, and finally eating a slab of ham to go with her share of
fruit made being stuck on an island with four retarded hulks a little less
unbearable. Granted her muscles throbbed all the time, her cloths were ruined,
she had sand in places she absolutely could not stand, her tits were always
expressing milk that her four kids THANKFULLY kept up with but all in all she
was starting to see a bright side to it all.
Plus the sex helped…
“That’s right you big green fucker, work your hips
into it!” Straddling one of the gamma brutes Jen moaned and grunted, her hands
roaming over her thighs and around her full round belly while the hulk clone
beneath her bucked and thrust harder into her. Combing her fingers through her
wild green hair Jen wailed, her massive breasts wobbling and dripping milk when
she felt him erupt inside of her, yet he still kept going. By now her womb had
swelled to the size of a beach ball yet again and she knew very soon that she
was going to give birth to another litter of big green babies, but before that
would happen she wanted to get her rocks off, repeatedly. Squeezing her inner muscles,
She-Hulk taunted her current lover, grinding against his hips while taking one
of his hands and slapping it against her rear. “Admit it! The minute you saw
this ass you wanted to plow me, you wanted to pump me so full you’d bust a nut
trying, say it!”
Gritting his teeth the hulk clone beneath her
grunted and thrust harder, his hands groping at the muscular booty she wriggled
over top of him. “You… Leader… Leader make… More Hulks… For Gamma World!”
Tensing up he fired another salvo into her hungry pussy, making the She-Hulk
moan out loud and make the others crane back from the intensity of her orgasm.
Even her kids backed away and hid behind a tree from her display.
“That’s right… I’m the leader… And the Leader.”
Gasping for air and wiping the sweat from her forehead Jen paused when she felt
her water break. Slipping off the brute she rolled onto her back and lifted her
knees, taking the position to begin pushing. “Makes… More… HUUUUUUUUUULLLKS!”
Feeling the first contractions Jen bore down and pushed, with her hips now
wider and having given almost a week ago, this birth seemed less of a bone
crushing pain and more a dull pain. Feeling each mass move through her birth
canal the She-Hulk winced and groaned with each push, every minute of her
effort rewarded with a brief sense of relief and the sound of her newborn
crying between her spread thighs. After half an hour that voice became a small
chorus of five green skinned babies screaming and flailing after rolling onto
the sand beneath them.
Panting and swooning from the effort, Jen looked
down over her J cup breasts to find her dome of a belly gone, slowly tightening
up into solid abs. Sitting up she looked down to smirk at her five new
children, two boys and three girls. Bundling them close she brought them one at
a time to her stiff, dripping nipple for their first taste of her milk. For the
next few short moments Jen just basked in nursing her new litter of kids,
smiling with her eyes closed while each babe drank their fill and fell asleep
in her arms. Plucking some leaves off the brush nearby she wrapped them all up
and bundled them close by, the smile never leaving her green lips, nor the fire
in her eyes when she looked over to her four toddlers hiding behind a tree.
“Come here kids.” She offered, her arms
outstretched and her chest thrust out. “I’ve got enough for everyone.” Without
hesitation the four ‘day’ old toddlers ran to their mother and began drinking
what they could, their new teeth nipping at her stiff nipples and making the
She-Hulk squirm and moan softly. In all her years she never felt more alive, oh
she hated being stuck on this plot of dirt out in the middle of nowhere but
right now she never felt more alive or primal in her life. She felt so
complete, so female. She was a mother of nine and it was only a week or so ago
she crashed on this island, how many would she have in a month? A year? God
forbid. A small part of her found a twisted sense of empowerment from being so
fertile. When her kids finally had their fill they went off to play again,
tumbling out into the shrubbery of the island while their ‘fathers’ slept like rocks
out on the beach. Getting up to her feet and stretching out, Jen tossed her
hair and looked down to find her cloths. In her hormone driven sexual frenzy
she had pried her top and skirt off when she tackled her previous lover to the
ground, finding the scraps she plucked them off the sand and brought them up to
her face to get a good look at them. When she first landed on this island she
was wearing a thousand-dollar suit dress, now after a week of the elements and
clearly out growing most of it, the thing had been reduced to a top that barely
hid anything and a hulu skirt held together with thread. She was going to have
to do something about her cloths real soon.