Leaning back against the wall and making the plaster crack and give from her muscular bulk, Queen Shulk sighed and scratched at her cleavage, her eyes going heavy while the flavour of her coffee still lingered in her mouth. “Mmm, that takes me back, I thought pumpkin spice was like a seasonal thing, I didn’t think they sold it all year… Round?” Opening her eyes wide, the green giantess looked all around her before staring down at herself in silent shock. Standing up, her head bumped the ceiling, but she paid little attention to that since she was fixated on herself. She was HUGE! She had to have been 13 feet tall since that was how high the ceiling was and she had to duck slightly just to stand.
“What…”
Her tits were enormous! Easily bigger than her head, she brought her hands up to feel their weight, her bust jostling and sloshed with mother’s milk that spurted out of cork thick nipples that rested on lumpy areolas bigger than her palms. Looking down over her shoulder she found that her hips and ass were now twice as wide as she remembered them, more than a meter wide now and her rear stood out more than a foot from her backside.
“The…”
Apart from that her muscles were more solid than she ever remembered them being, she probably rivalled her cousin in the muscle department now, yet she was still feminine enough to have long legs, smooth skin and long hair that now hung low enough to touch her waist. A sudden jolt from her mid section cut her off from exploring more, feeling another, she looked down and had to pull her cleavage out wide to look down and see that her belly was now a round tight orb the size of a Volkswagen. Feeling another jolt, she rubbed her hand over the spot to feel her unborn baby kick, followed by another on the opposite side of her womb and another just bellow there. Each kick made her cheeks go flush and her pussy twitch. If she was right then she was carrying a litter of seven big kids inside of her.
“FUCK?!”
Seeing herself through the wide mirror behind the café’s bar front Jennifer Walters got a GOOD look at the giantess she was now. Her face was still beautiful, but now she sported wild hair that hade what looked like beads and feathers braided into her bangs. Turning and posing to get a better look at her pregnant frame she looked like a war, love and fertility goddess wrapped into a big green naked package. “What the hell happened to me? I survived a plane crash no thanks to that asshole Leader and…” bit by bit her memories started coming back to her, becoming clearer and more vivid by the second. How she relented and started screwing the four surviving hulk clones, churning out a crop of kids, going savage, turning her friends when they went looking for her, escaping the island and turning most if not all of New York Gamma with her hundreds of kids. “I think I’m going to throw up…” The most recent memories made her eyes bug out of her skull, bringing a hand to her plump lips when she pictured the memory of the Avengers, tainted with gamma radiation and her straddling her cousin while he jackhammered into her. “Now I’m REALLY going to puke!”
~You and me both…~
Staggering to her feet and bumping into the chandelier, Jen plucked the thing off the ceiling and looked around for the voice that answered her. “Who’s there? Please tell me its not the owner, look I’m sorry about the damages, if I knew my kids would cause this much trouble I wouldn’t have so many of them.”
~ I wish, at least I could sue for damages. ~ There was a moment of silence before the voice continued. ~ I am Professor Charles Xavier, I’ve been looking desperately for another mind to contact in the city that I could lead out to escape but it seems I found you. ~
Looking around, Jen pulled a couple of table cloths off two serving tables and tied them around her bust and waist, frowning that her mother’s milk was already staining her new top but ignored that for now. “So how did I snap out of… Well… Whatever I was doing?”
~ Excellent question, I think the caffeine you drank stimulated your mind to ‘wake up’ as it were, cutting through the intense fog of impulses that was going through your mind. Seems they’ve always been there too but regular intake over the years kept those baser urges ‘mostly’ at bay. ~
With hands at her wide hips, Jen frowned. “WHAT are you saying Professor? That without my morning coffee I’m just some sex starved cave woman?!” Looking up and around there was silence for a solid minute before Jen eventually closed her eyes, nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, who am I kidding?”
` Well if its true then with enough coffee we can probably snap everyone out of this… Orgy of Hulkdom. ~
“Wait, you’re a telepath, right? Why not just snap everyone out of it yourself?” Again, there was a minute of silence before the Professor answered.
~ Because I’m rather… Occupied with a problem of my own. One that is keeping me from doing more than what I am now. ~
“Oh really?! What could keep you from just fixing…” A blur of images raced through Jen’s mind, projecting what was going on with the Professor back at the Institute. Pinned down on the ground and straddled like a bucking bronco, Jen could see Janet Van Dyne the Wasp moaning so loud she almost sounded like she was roaring out each thrust Charles made into her. “YOU FUCK WASP! WASP MAKE BIG HIVE FROM YOU!” Howled the hulked-out woman, her wings buzzing behind her while she groped at her dripping breasts and pregnant belly. Tensing up, Charles groaned when he and Janet shared an explosive orgasm and the images cut off. Jen backed up until her ass pressed up against the café bar and nearly splintered the wood, panting heavily the scene made her orgasm herself, ruining her new slip and causing her unborn to kick up a frenzy.
~NOW do you see? ~
“Y-yeah, you’ve got your hands full…”
~ In more ways than one, I’ll try to reign in my X-Men but its up to YOU to stop this Green Horde of yours. ~
Turning around, She-Hulk started up all the coffee machines near her. Once the machines began to brew she sat down on the floor, fearing that a chair would simply break. “Well one served, five thousand and counting to go…”