In the span of a
week, the tribe’s numbers practically doubled.
The village had
expanded to include the new hulks and their combined children, adding huts for
shelter and more bon fires for cooking. Those that weren’t eating, sleeping or
screwing each other, stalked deep into the island jungle to forage food,
returning with bundles of fruit and freshly killed boar.
Splashing out of the
lagoon and shaking her long waist length hair dry with one hand, the matriarch
Shulk sashayed nude out of the water and looked over her shoulder with a smirk.
At least a dozen of her sons and daughters bathed in the lagoon or lounged
against palm trees overlooking the horizon. Drying herself off she strolled up
the path back to her village where the rest of her kids were settled. On her way,
she heard rustling in the bushes, followed by guttural moans. Her smile widened
when she spotted one of her daughters pinned against a palm tree, her legs
wrapped around the waist of a blue hulk plowing into her. In the distance, she
could hear the same thing going on, her sons and daughters grinding into each
other again and again. She didn’t care that her children were breeding, if
anything she relished it. Not three weeks had gone by living on this island and
she was already a grandmother, it was intoxicating to know that she was solely
responsible for birthing a race of Hulks. Hearing one of her daughters cry out
in orgasm made the massive green woman shiver, pausing in her trek to listen
and enjoy the show.
Multiple pregnancies
and exposure to gamma radiation from her four lovers had changed Jennifer
Walters. Matching her cousin in both height and bulk, she had to have been over
8 feet tall now and over a tonne in muscle and curves. Feeling up her thighs
and powerful long legs, her hips were as wide as a car tire, sporting an ass
that stood out a foot from her and was solid as iron. Feeling up her rippled
abs she chuckled when her fingers traced up the slopes of her full, proud N cup
tits. Easily bigger than her head, they stood full and round on her chest
without sagging, giving them a tweak, Shulk bit her lip at their sensitivity,
her areolas were wide and lumpy and took up more space than her palms, her
cork-like nipples dripping green gamma enriched milk almost constantly.
Hearing another one
of her daughters in the distance cry out in orgasm made Shulk shiver, wriggling
her broad hips. She felt so wild, uninhibited, and free. Looking back at the
couple in the distance just as they finished, Shulk wanted to join them, to get
knocked up yet again and bear another litter of hulks to add to her horde. She
changed her mind when she spotted another Blue Hulk fly down from the sky and
take his brother’s place fucking her daughter. Her smile returning, Shulk
continued her trek back to her village, a hunger in her eyes when she began to
make plans.
“Carol…”
*
When she finally made
it back to the village, Shulk inhaled sharply and purred at the smells in the
air. The smell of sweat and pheromones, of roasted pig and juicy melons and
fruit waiting for her at any one of the half dozen bonfires littering the
village pathway. Moving on she smirked when she spotted Tigra lounging in one
of the huts, curled up around her five cubs like some mother cat. Above the
trees she could see Janet and her kids buzz around the palm leaf canopy like
big green bumble bees, plucking fruit and dropping them in a pile nearby. She
couldn’t see Hawkeye anywhere but she was more than sure he was somewhere
spreading his oats into one of her daughters.
Finally finding who
she was looking for, Shulk stood with her hands at her broad hips. “Your kids
fly.”
Sitting with a dozen
blue Hulks eating a roasted pig over a fire, Carol Danvers, now calling herself
the Blue Shulk, picking the last bit of meat from the bone she gnawed on before
standing to her full height, making the same imperious pose as her friend… And
lover.
Miss Marvel had taken
to her gamma exposure quite differently than the others, turning her skin and
hair an ocean blue instead of green. However, what did take well had turned her
into a towering giantess of muscle and feral womanhood, matching her friend the
Shulk in size, bulk and curves. “Yes, Blue Shulk’s kids fly good, yours don’t.”
The two competed in almost everything they did, but it was all for fun really,
if anything it only made them bigger and stronger for it.
“Me have plan to
leave island, your Hulks help.”
Slipping in close,
Blue Shulk pressed up against her friend, their breasts mashing together and
causing milk to dribble down their abs. Her hands roaming down Shulk’s back and
sides. “Oh, you want leave? We just got here.”
“Island puny, we run
out of food soon, but BIG island has lots of food.” Cupping Carol’s rear with
her hands she pulled the woman into a rough kiss, their tongues dueling before
she pulled away. “We make MORE hulks there.”
“Hmm, so what we do?”