Panting and rolling
onto his side, Charles Xavier had FINALLY satisfied the savage Wasp Hulk. Over
an hour of bone crunching rough sex had overstimulated Janet Van Dyne into
multiple orgasms that left her drooling on the floor, her hand idly rubbing her
slowly expanding belly. Sitting up, the professor rubbed his fingers through
his newly grown green hair and got up to his feet, losing his balance for only
a second before righting himself again. Peering into the insect woman’s mind
briefly, he only got images of a plump and pregnant green bumblebee woman being
fed ‘honey’ by her male drones and churning out kids like a literal baby
factory. Shaking his head, he Reached out with his mind and found most of his
school asleep, having screwed themselves to exhaustion, yet he also sensed new
minds developing rapidly. It was no doubt that the female campus was pregnant
and VERY pregnant at that, some carrying litters of 5 or 6 that if he were
right, would be born in just a couple days at the most!
“Well… Time to see if
I can reign in this Hulk horde before things REALLY get out of control.”
Making his way down
the hall, he grimaced at the destruction of his 150-year-old home and school.
The walls blown open, furniture crushed or worse, EATEN! And all around him
slumbered massive green Hulks who were once his staff and student body. He was
no better. Looking down at himself he whistled quietly as best he could. Gone
was his slim physique, now packed with solid green muscle and an 8 foot height
to boot, he strode naked through his school grounds since his cloths exploded
off his frame when he changed. Although he did like the cold comfort of having a
full head of hair again, plus being able to walk around wasn’t a bad perk
either. What WAS a hindrance was trying to keep down the third leg swaying from
his crotch. Reaching down to his knees and as thick as his forearm, his
semi-erect cock pulsed with his booming heart beat. His balls were the size of
grapefruits and if he was right, rapidly refilling with seed to mate another
female. His telepathic willpower gave him the strength to resist his baser
urges, but sadly the REST of the school didn’t have his iron discipline. All
around him he could sense each of his student’s minds, beaten down by rampaging
lusts and hungers so intense it left them no better than cave people on aphrodisiacs.
He knew straight away that when they’d wake up, his X-Hulks would start all
over again.
Making it to what was
left of the kitchen he silently praised his good luck when he found the coffee
maker untouched and still plugged into a working socket. Prepping the machine,
he stood waiting while it began to brew. “Hopefully this will do the trick and
bring back some control to my X-Men.” He was caught by surprise when he felt a
massive pair of breasts press up against his back, followed by the firm curve
of a belly when a clawed hand snaked its way down his waist to grip at his
raging cock, slowly stroking up and down its length.
“Mmm, Wasp lady
tired, you please Storm now!” Spun around until his back was against the
kitchen counter, Charles found himself facing against a VERY aroused Ororo
Monroe. Easily 10 feet tall and far more curvaceous than she had ever been, the
pitch-black Hulk woman smiled a predatory smirk. The transformation affected
her differently, giving her pointed ears and tusks that pultruded from her lips.
Her mane of white hair was now wild and unkempt, reaching all the way to her
ankles. Giving her an almost feral beauty. Her breasts were massive, easily
bigger than her head, they stood proudly like ripe pumpkins from her chest,
resting on her pregnant belly which carried 6 Hulklings rapidly growing inside
of her. “Ororo! You… Hnng… You must get… A grip.”
“Storm have GOOD
grip, you no escape the Storm!” Still pumping his shaft she slowly got to her
knees, keeping a clawed hand to his abs to keep him from moving. Griping the
counter to the point of splintering the wood, Charles winced at Storm’s expert
ministrations, licking up and down his shaft and playfully nipping at his heavy
balls. He could only stay pinned there while this matronly orc woman had her
way with him. Then it got worse.
“NO FAIR, ME WANT HIM
TOO!”
Stomping into the
kitchen and breaking the door frame in the process, a nine-foot-tall Rogue
breathed heavily, staring at Storm treating the Professor’s cock like a candied
treat. “He mine now, you wait your turn.”
Sneering and growing
a few inches in height, Rogue stomped over and joined the black orc woman on
the crushed tiled floor, pressing her shoulder and hip against hers for room. Rogue’s
transformation into a Hulk turned her into a curvaceous power house, like
Storm, her hair had grown long and wild and surprisingly retained the white stripe
which led all the way down to her waist. Almost like a skunk. She was certainly
as fertile as one, Charles could already sense five new lives growing in her
round belly. The two Hulk women both gripped at Charles’s erection and glared
at each other briefly, maintaining eye contact until they slowly leaned into
each other and began to make out roughly. A silent agreement was made between
the pair when their kissing broke off and Storm went back to sucking off her
prize, leaving Rogue room to do the same to the professor’s balls.
*
Landing in front of
the ruined Café, Blue Shulk smiled when she spotted her lover and rival, the
Queen Shulk handing glass pitchers of some black fluid to a dozen of her horde.
Stomping into the crowd, the feral blue skinned giantess looked around and
seemed confused. The Hulks here acted strange, their posture was straight and
their speech more fluent. Looking to a trio of pregnant She-Hulks she listened in.
“Ugh, I can’t believe
I ended up screwing the neighbour… And his wife… And the mailman. Now look at
me! Henry’s gonna hate me forever.” Sulked the pregnant green woman, gesturing
to her full-term belly under the rags she used as a bikini top and skirt. The
others gently held her hand. “Don’t worry girl, it isn’t that bad.” Said one
while the other chuckled. “Yeah, I saw Henry plowing into Camilla and her
daughter while you were at that little party.”
“Really?!” flipping
her hair she had a stern look to her face. “Well he’s going to have to beg if
he thinks he’s getting any from me.”
Looking over to a
pair of male hulks, Blue Shulk listened in, confused. “Aww geez, my wife is
gonna KILL me after she finds out who I was with.” Said the one wearing a table
cloth as a quilt. “Speak for yourself, before this cup of joe, I was eating a
toaster, MY toaster… Damn thing was still plugged in too.” Hearing the other
laugh, Blue Shulk frowned until she found her friend handing out beverages. Her
skirt hug tightly to her broad hips and her milk stained top creaked to contain
her massive tits. “What Queen Shulk doing here? Why no one fucking? Make new
Hulks for Horde?”
“Oh hey Carol…” Catching
herself a bit, Jennifer pretended to keep her facade and hunched down,
scratching the underside of one of her tits. “Queen Shulk find good drink, you
drink too, then we fuck all here!” Handing a pitcher of coffee to the blue
skinned woman, Jen hoisted one of her own and drank from it, keeping an eye
open to watch her friend and make sure her plan worked. Sniffing the liquid,
Blue Shulk recognized the scent but couldn’t remember what from, or where.
Taking a drink, she looked around and continued. “Hulks here act funny ‘sip’ no
eat walls ‘sip’ no eat furniture ‘sip’ they’re not even screwing each other ‘sip’
I mean come ON there’s more than one use for that… Table.” Opening her eyes
wide, Carol Danvers slowly looked around, then back to Jennifer and finally
looking down at her massive 12-foot-tall pregnant frame before drinking down
the entire pitcher and looking down again, hoping that it was all a bad dream,
but finding it wasn’t. “Oh my god!”
“Welcome back Carol,
GIRL do I have a lot to answer for…”