Days had passed on
the island, those moments filled with eating fire cooked meals and rough sex
that would sprain the hips of a normal human. The newest members of Shulk’s
horde had made themselves at home, if not by choice than certainly by persuasion.
Wasp had succumbed to
her lusts the fastest out of all of them, her new gamma fueled strength had
practically doubled her size and mass, giving her the height and physique of
one of the many supermodels that had walked her fashion shows, that is if they
worked out by lifting a motorbike over their heads every day! if she wasn’t
riding one of Shulk’s kids or mates then she was resting to regain her strength
to do it all over again.
Tigra took to her
changes like catnip, drunk and feral on gamma imbued power she tackled many
potential ‘lovers’ to the ground for a roll in the hay. Compared to her
formally lithe appearance she was now stout with muscle and curves, ironically
being as big and heavy as a true tiger. Green fur and black strips had replaced
her orange fuzzy complexion, along with giving her a tiger’s temperament.
Hawkeye at times
found himself in the same position as one of the many green skinned ogres that
made up Shulk’s tribe; Big, brutish and plowing into anything willing. It
almost made it difficult to discern him from the other brutes in the tribe.
The one that stood
out the most however was Miss Marvel, her reaction to gamma was interesting to
say the least. Taking on an ocean blue instead of green, she stood out among
the horde of green skinned cave people. Especially since she seemed to rival
Shulk in being both aggressive and domineering. There were times were the two
giantesses were hip to hip competing with one another, whether it was eating,
dominating or flat out screwing. Which is what led to their current situation.
“Me biggest, me have
most babies.”
“No, ME biggest, that
why ME Queen!”
Days of hot sex had
taken its toll and the females of the tribe had gathered in the birthing cave,
ready to bear the latest crops of children to add to the horde. Some were
already in the throes of labour, moaning out loud while pushing with all their
might. Others sat nearby, panting and sweating, and rubbing their swollen
bellies. In the middle of the cave Queen Shulk and Blue Shulk smirked at one
another, pressing their swollen bellies against each other like sumo wrestlers
while fresh milk dribbled from their cork sized nipples. “You part of Horde
now, that mean you follow ME!” Their wombs had expanded to the drum tight size
of love seats, pressed up against each other they could feel each other’s
litters kicking away inside of them.
“Me big BEFORE I
become Blue Shulk, maybe Blue Shulk should lead.”
Shuffling over Queen
Shulk hip bumped her friend and new rival, their bellies were so big they
couldn’t reach each other unless it was side by side. Pressing p against the
blue woman’s side, Shulk’s smirk grew wider. “Me birth whole tribe, that make
Shulk queen, your tits and ass still too small to replace Shulk.” Pressing back
with her thigh and giving her friend a possessive squeeze of her rear, Carol
giggled darkly. “Me can fly, if kids fly, me have one up on you.” Despite their
adversarial nature the two behaved more like competing heifers than enemies,
sizing each other up and playfully shoving the other. With all their bravado,
they finally went silent when their water broke. Then their cat calls turned to
laborious cries and moans.