The Avengers’ belated New Years Party is thrown into chaos by some mysteriously spiked punch. As Earth’s Mightiest Superheroines get a little too tipsy and frisky, none is affected quite as badly as Jennifer Walters: The Sensational She-Hulk
Music blared, lights flashed, superpowered bodies danced and mingled and filled the lounge of Avengers Tower from floor to ceiling.
It wasn’t quite New Year’s Eve, but given every major holiday inevitably drew some super-villain sourced catastrophe, it was the closest thing heroes got. This year Christmas had seen Fin Fang Foom on a rampage through Chinatown, New Years Eve had been postponed thanks to Zodiac of course, and January had been full of mayhem from sources as near as the sewers filled with Moloids to the far end of the Kree Imperium. At last, for once, the heroes of planet earth had managed to gather without the universe being in peril. The most powerful women in the solar system, geniuses and mutants and Inhumans et al came together to celebrate and reminisce and, most importantly, drink.
In the aftermath of the not-quite-new-year-party there would be a lengthy investigation as to who had spiked the huge crystal punch bowl and why, but during that fateful night itself earth’s mightiest remained blissfully unaware of the prank that would have them all missing the point of their party.
Amongst cosmically-empowered blondes, thunder goddesses, and cat-people, a gigantic green figure cut a swathe through the crowds.
Jennifer Walters, AKA The Sensational She-hulk, had been drinking hard for hours before most the other guests had arrive to the tower, and whilst usually this wouldn’t have been a problem, she was really starting to feel the buzz.
Now a more-than-tipsy hulk was worrisome at any time, but Jen’s years of hard drinking and partying without incident meant that her friends and fellow heroes knew how to reign her in and keep her from doing anything too crazy. Because of this, nobody really paid much attention beyond a few calculating glances as she danced and flirted and picked random objects and partygoers up for kicks.
No, the drink wasn’t the problem, but it was a problem, which when coupled with two others, made She-hulk’s night more disastrous than many of the rest of the spiked superheroines.
Jen wobbled slightly as she carved her path through the party, her hips swaying to the music and her gigantic green breasts bouncing braless wherever they willed. Her balance off, she knocked into someone, fortunately, it was Thor, and so instead of being knocked on her ass, the blonde thunder-goddess only cheered as her massive drinking horn of mead went flying over her, the hulk, and the Scarlet Witch.
“Ha! I always knew you couldn’t handle your ale, Jennifer!” she boomed, ignoring the golden, foamy suds dribbling down her helmet and breastplate. “You owe me another!”
“I’m not the one who dropped her drink, Foster.” Jen smiled, shaking her hands off and sending yet more honey-sweet booze splattering all over Wanda, whose face was almost as red as her tiara. “Maybe you should switch to water.”
“Maybe you should both be a little more careful and make a lot less mess.” Wanda growled, evaporating the mead soaking her with a flick of her wrists. She handed Jen an empty glass of her own. “Fetch me a mimosa along with that mead.”
Jennifer pouted, outnumbered, and snatched Thor’s drinking horn. “Fine, my treat.”
She prowled to the bar, narrowly avoiding knocking a full tray of champagne glasses out of a prehensile tendril of hair, and getting incredibly lucky when the sole and heel of her stiletto landed on either side of Tigra’s tail, rather than skewering the cat-woman to the floor.
Mead still stained the front of her white leotard, and it was starting to turn semi-transparent. A heaving valley of brilliant green cleavage stuck to the sopping fabric, and Jen’s fumbling attempts to pull her uniform away from her skin only succeeded in jiggling her girls about.
“Stupid Thor… hulk should smash.” She muttered under her breath, pouring a mimosa glass full of mead and filling Thor’s horn up with luminous margarita mix. “Heh, smash that big Norse butt.”
She snorted to herself and bit her lip, leaning back on the bar and admiring the fine selection of beautiful women around her.
Problem one was alcohol.
Problem two was a hulk’s innate need to smash, in more ways than one.
Jen groaned and parted her legs a little, letting the burning emerald petals of her gamma-infused womanhood breathe a little under the slip of fabric covering it. It went without saying that finding any clothes that were hulk-proof was a challenge, but underwear in particular was a nightmare. It was hard enough custom ordering Z-cup bras to fit a nine-foot gammazon, but you just try to look serious wearing one when you’ve shrunk down to a healthy five-two.
After years on the scene and too many shredded panties and burst bras to count, Jen had made the only sensible choice, and gone commando whenever possible.
The dampness between her mighty thighs was making her suit wet and sticky below as well as above, where her diamond-cutter nipples were straining against the soaking fabric squeezing them.
Jen whined, readjusting her leotard to no real effect other than to send a thrill up her spine as her fingers brushed her sensitive flesh.
“Fuuuuuck.” She moaned, “I better… take care of things, an’ change into another outfit.”
She downed a pint of punch and lumbered away from the party, but before she could hit the lift to take her down to her room and stash of weapons-grade vibrators, she stumbled.
Ever since earlier that afternoon when she’d first started drinking, a headache had been building that had suddenly graduated to a full-blown migraine. Jen whimpered as a new song began and thumping bass battered her ears, making her vision swim with agony.
She used her palms to navigate the wall blindly, leaving hulk-sized handprints cracked into the plaster, until at last she hit a door and fell heavily out of the party.
With the noise dimmed by the door, she managed to crawl to her knees. She felt cold tiles under her palms, and smelled the thick, saccharin scent of air freshener. She was in the bathroom. Well great, because she suddenly felt like she was about to hurl.
Jen groaned and doubled over, but the churning in her stomach turned into a heavy weight, then a pulling, tearing agony. It felt like she was being torn in two, like her organs were trying to escape out of her skin and make a break for it. She howled noiselessly, spit and sweat dripping from her face, until with a heavy smack, she fell limp against the floor.
“Fuuuuck me.” Jen whimpered, shaking as she woke, blinking painfully on the bathroom floor. Her pale white arms greeted her as her eyes finally opened; she must have puked so hard she de-hulked. “What was in that fuckin punch?”
Boom
Boom
Boom
A hot, heavy gust of air blew down onto her from above as a sound like the world largest bass drum being kicked through assaulted Jen’s poor ears.
“G… gimme a minute.” She whined, waving a hand vaguely at the source of the noise, only for another gigantic green paw to close on her wrist and hoist her into the air.
Jen squeaked as she went from being curled in a miserable ball on the floor, to dangling by her arm in front of… herself.
She-hulk panted as she held Jen up like a doll, bright green eyes wide and manic, her emerald features drenched with sweat. A thick, glutinous string of drool slopped out of her mouth and splatted to the floor, as the hulk bared her teeth in a deranged grin.
“Huh… Hulk…. Not inside… puny Jenny.” She growled, blowing another gust of hot, boozy breath over Jen’s stunned body. “Puny Jenny not stuck inside Hulk!”
Jen blinked and looked at She-hulk up and down. She was bigger than usual, muscles rippling, straining against smooth green skin, her hair like a raging beast pouring down her back. As she straightened up, her head knocked against the ceiling, and an angry snarl echoed out of her mouth. Abs after abs shifted and throbbed down the naked giantess’ belly, and then, under an untamed jungle of deepest-green curls, was the biggest cock Jen had ever seen in her life.
Problem three: every hulk is inevitably one day split from their human counterpart, and Jen was due.
Hazily, Jennifer managed to recall a word of warning she had once gotten from her cousin so many years ago. ‘One day, you and your hulk won’t be sharing a body, one day you’ll have to face her, and the only thing that’ll save you is…’
“Well… fuck.” Jen groaned, as the memory promptly faded away, and She-hulk grabbed her other arm in a massive green grip.
“Oouuohhhhhhhhhhh!” Jennifer Walters, the five-foot-two superstar lawyer with milky skin and mousy brown hair, who was by all means pretty, but so often overlooked, howled as her stomach was made home to a cock the size of her entire leg.
Her cheek was pressed to the mirror of the bathroom, her arms braced desperately against their own reflection, as She-hulk used her thighs as levers to pull her entire body down onto her monstrous bitchbreaker. About half of the immense green dick had been rammed into Jen’s poor pussy, stretching her almost as wide as her own head as her cunt somehow managed to put Mister Fantastic to shame.
She-hulk snarled and drooled and panted like an animal, jackhammering her humungous hips into the tiny woman in her clutches. Every slam forced another few inches into Jen’s womb, making her belly bulge and swell around the inhuman intrusion before the gammazon tugged herself back and did it all over again.
The mirror cracked as Jen’s stomach punched it, wrapped snugly over She-hulk’s cock like a living condom, battered again and again and again.
Jen sobbed with agony and pleasure, her drunken mind shattered by the onslaught until she was nothing but a moaning, oozing husk. Her tongue lolled against the cool smooth glass, her eyes rolled, her curly brown hair glued to her face thanks to the sweat, both her own and the hulk’s, pouring over her features.
Jen’s body squeaked as She-hulk continued to ravage her, rubbing against the wet mirror and clearing a swathe of broken glass clean of condensation, only for the panting of both hulk and prey to immediately fog it over again.
“Hulk smash puny Jenny!” She-hulk roared, stamping backwards and grabbing Jen by the scalp.
Holding her human counterpart’s head in her hand, she reeled back and began to pound even more ferociously into her sopping cunt.
Smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmack!
Balls as big and round as melons swung like wrecking balls and battered Jen’s poor pussy as every last inch of hulking cock rammed its way into her pussy. Every thrust sent feet of cock rushing through her cervix, and slamming the furthest edge of her womb until Jen’s body was little more than a living fleshlight.
Jennifer could only moan and drool and ride the constant crashing orgasms as her body was almost turned inside out under the most brutal fucking imaginable. In minutes, the floor was soaking with not only sweat and drool and condensation, but with squirting arcs of nectar that burst from Jen until she was drier than a date with Sandman.
After almost half an hour of mind-shattering hulk-pounding, Jen vaguely registered being clutched tight against She-hulk’s shredded stomach, her head practically swallowed between the sweaty green bean-bags of the jade giant’s titties. She whimpered, cheeks battered by hot, wet, green tits on either side, before letting out one last shrill, piercing squeal of ecstasy.
She-hulk’s grip on her hips tightened until she thought her bones would burst into powder, and slammed herself upwards, rooting her cock to the hilt inside Jen’s helpless body.
PUMP
The first rope of gamma-glowing spunk filled Jen’s belly like a five-course meal.
PUMP
The second wobbled obscenely down her stretched belly from the tip of She-hulk’s cock to the lowest point of gravity.
PUMP
The third made Jen’s stomach droop an inch, swaying like a water balloon.
PUMP
PUMP
PUMP
PUMP
PUMP
As She-hulk released Jen, the ravaged lawyer slurped off her green cock and hit the ground with a splat. It was fortunate she landed belly first, as the gigantic inflated beach-ball sized balloon of her stomach cushioned the impact nicely, albeit with a jet of thick, glowing cum splattering out of Jennifer’s gaping cunt and hitting the far wall.
Slowly, Jen deflated, drooling and panting atop her own stomach until she only looked as if she were nine-months pregnant with twins or so, and the steady flow of gamma spunk became a lazy ooze.
The sound of porcelain shattering snapped Jen back into some semblance of reality, as She-hulk crashed down onto her ass and flattened the toilet stall she’d backed up into.
Jen groaned, her ears ringing with the sound and her head bursting yet again. All the pleasure of being pounded like a ragdoll and pumped full of enough cum to fill a bathtub fading away into agony as she squeezed her eyes shut and…
Jen whined and pressed a palm to her forehead, squinting her eyes against the bright fluorescent light suddenly shining down onto her.
What the fuck was happening? One second she had been balancing on her own belly like a beached whale, too cumdrunk to even contemplate moving, and then she was sat on her ass in a puddle, surrounded by shards of glossy white debris.
“Ghuh.” She managed, pulling herself upright from her position slumped against the bathroom wall, frowning as she surveyed the wreck around her.
The bathroom was trashed. The mirror shattered, the counter crumbled, and She-hulk had not only flattened one toilet when she collapsed down onto it, but she’d pushed the walls of the stalls to either side down as well.
Except, She-hulk wasn’t sitting in the ruin of the toilet she’d sat down on.
She was lying on the floor, face down, moaning in as much confusion as Jen.
“Hulk… feel full.” She whined, spreading her thick green lips with her hands and coaxing a gush of thick sperm to slither onto the floor.
Jen glanced down at herself. She was Jen. Good old Jennifer Walters. Petite, pale, pretty, just as always…
Except for the foot long pole of dick standing like a telegraph pole from her hips, twitching with impatient need.
“Oh… kay.” Jen blinked, giving her new appendage a curious poke. Instantly, her back arched and a bullet of spunk rocketed out of her, impacting a ceiling tile and knocking it loose. It fell with a thud onto She-hulk’s bouncy, bright-green butt, creating a satisfying ripple in her emerald assmeat, before splashing into the growing pool on the floor.
“Fuck!”
Jen recoiled like she’d been stung, eyes rolling with pleasure.
Clearly when She-hulk had exhausted herself she’d collapsed and shrunk back down into human form like always, but somehow, with two of them now, it had caused Jen, original Jen, to Hulk out instead. Like a counterbalance swinging back, Jen’s ruined, fuck-drunk body had become She-hulk, and the exhausted She-hulk had become Jen, not just bodily, but their minds switching as well.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she groaned with need. “This is just… too weird.”
Wop wop wop wop
A curious, meaty, smacking sound began to fill the bathroom.
Jen opened one eye a crack.
“Hulk… needs filling up again.” She-hulk moaned, twerking her colossal ass invitingly in Jen’s direction. “Puny Jenny’s dick small, but good enough for Hulk.”
Jen bit her lip, eyes glued to the rippling, jiggling, wobbling dance of emerald ass, her cock practically tearing at her hips for her to plunge herself into that gooey green cunt.
“Oh god damn.”
With a splash, Jen scrambled to her feet and leapt onto She-hulk, her arms wrapping around her gamma-green counterpart’s immense backside as she planted her feet in the water and rammed home.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Jen howled as her cock was squeezed by velvety green hulk cunt, lubed with the very spunk that had been blown into her own guts just moments before.
She didn’t care, it felt too good, and in an instant Jennifer Walter’s hips were a blur as she fucked a woman twice her size like an animal.
“Ssssssmash Hulllk!” She-hulk moaned whorishly, crashing her humungous hips back against Jen’s greedy thrusts as hard as she was given, throwing her ass back against Jen hard enough to bruise her slender stomach. “Smash Hulk GOOD!”
A thick green tongue slithered past plump green lips, as She-hulk panted and twerked against her own dick, all thoughts of crushing ‘puny jenny’ replaced with riding her very un-puny cock until she was full of a litter of hulklings.
“KNOCK HULK UP!” She demanded, sitting back and crushing Jen between the floor and her slathering cunt, her ass completely swallowing the tiny woman still snarling and pumping into her. “HULK WANT JENNY’S BABIES!”
“Fucking… stupid… slutttt!” Jen whined in reply, fingers sinking into She-hulk’s ass until they were almost completely swallowed up by sweaty green meat. “Gonna get… you… pregnant!”
“HULK BREEEEEEEED!”
“FUUUUUCK!”
The screams of both women melted together, and had anyone outside of their destroyed little lovenest been in any better shape to intervene, they certainly would have. Sadly, as Jen blew her load into She-hulk’s fertile emerald cunt, passed out, and promptly awoke to find herself straddling the elephantine breeding tool she’d been enjoying just moments before, the rest of the party had other things on their mind.
As Jen and She-hulk took turns breeding one another ever more brutally and primally, the women of The Avengers, The X-Men, The Fantastic Four, The Inhumans, Wakanda, Olympus, Asgard, Atlantis, Kun’Lun, Krakoa and so many, many other kingdoms, realms and mighty teams, were hard at work doing much the same.
When morning came and senses returned, once Spider-Woman had embarrassedly crawled out of The Wasp’s giant-sized walls, once Emma Frost and Jean Gray had telepathically agreed to erase everyone’s memory of their passionate scissoring including their own, and once Miss Marvel had escaped from the snoozing, well-fucked clutches of both Captain Marvel and Spectrum, there would be an investigation.
But in the early hours of the morning, whilst Squirrel Girl gargled Asgardian nut at the heart of a thirty-woman bukkake, whilst The Invisible Woman and Medusa wrestled naked in a sixty nine, and whilst Black Cat roamed the carnage and thoroughly documented every last sordid act, the only thing anyone in Avengers Tower cared about was doing exactly the same as Jennifer Walters and She-hulk:
Breeding.