Jennifer Walters, the Sexsational Slut-Hulk, walked through the corridors of Gamma Base. Having been called away from court, she was dressed in a rather conservative woman's suit; spike heels, fishnet stockings, tight knee-length skirt slit on the sides
to show off her legs and in front to display her pussy, a vest that clung tightly to her gorgeous green jugs, with a single button holding it closed and thus showing off her awe-inspiring emerald cleavage and toned midriff.
For some reason, the usually busy halls were mostly deserted, no one around to direct her where she needed to go. Fortunately she was a frequent enough visitor to know her way around; she wasn't the only woman strong enough to handle the Hulk's lusts, but
with his wives and daughters living on other planets or dimensions, she was his favorite.
Finally, she walked into the observation room, and found someone else; Betty, Bruce's first wife, and the only one of them unable to handle the Hulk. Clearly distraught, Betty embraced Jen. They kissed and groped for a minute or so, until Betty calmed down.
"Thank God you're here," Betty said. "He's never ben this bad before. We had to supplement the pleasure-girls with base personell but it's still not enough!"
"Show me," Jen said. Betty activated the viewscreen, and Jen whistled. On the screen, the Hulk sat in a corner, both hands working his enormous member. All around him were scattered unconcious women, more than four dozen of them. All were naked, with green-tinted
cum coating their bodies and leaking from every hole. All bore the bruises and beatific smiles typical of women who went a round or three with the Hulk. Looking closer, Jen recognized some; the base commander (and Betty's erstwhile suitor) Major Glenda Talbot;
Bruce's long-time friend Rikki Jones and her wife Marlo; and Bruce's maybe-daughter Camilla AKA Scorpion.
As they watched, Hulk came, spewing cum everywhere. But he became hard again instantly, and started roaring his frustration.
Jen licked her lips, half aroused half terrifed. "Wow," she said, her usual cockiness gone. "I'm...I'm not sure I can take him by myself."
Betty paled. "But no one else strong enough can be here in less than half an hour! I'm not sure we have that long."
Jen paused, and then said. "Well, there is one."
Betty's eyes widened. "A-are you sure?"
Jen nodded. "I'm sorry Betty, I no you hate it, but you're going to have to become the Red Slut-Hulk."
Betty sighed with resignation. "I-I guess you're right."