A few days later, the transformed Avengers are waiting to give birth in the tribe's birthing cave.

Three days had passed since the small band of Avengers went looking for Jen. The propulsion end of the Quinjet by which they had arrived to find their missing friend and teammate had by then begun to sink into the muddy sands of the island's shifting tide, unattended. The small population of Hulks situated on the speck of land went from thirty-three to thirty-seven—with that number about to double by day's end—and those newest members to Shulk's horde had spent the last few days making themselves at home. If not by choice, then certainly by persuasion.

Wasp had succumbed to her lusts and the bottomless carnal treats there were to indulge in the fastest out of all of them. , Her new Gamma-fueled strength had given her the height of some of her biggest male Avengers, and the physiques of the supermodels that wore her designs down the fashion runways—that is, if the workout regimes of those same models involved lifting motorbikes over their heads as reps. Wasp's enthusiasm couldn't seem to be contained by even the hip-breaking sex alone, as any time she wasn't pursuing another mate or resting to regain her strength, she was buzzing around in every which way across the island. It didn't take long for the sound of her zipping through the air became as commonplace as the rustling of the flora or the squealing of the boars the horde hunted.

She-Witch had taken to her changes like catnip. After a lifetime of concentration, caution and anxiety that went into navigating the world and her life, the ability to cut loose and not worry about bringing harm onto others was especially intoxicating to her. Drunk and near-feral on her new Gamma-imbued power, she was often the one to initiate her romps in the hay, tackling her prospective lovers to the ground. While, as Wanda Maximoff, She-Witch had little to balk at with her natural sensual beauty, adding to her tall, lithe elegance with the muscles and curves of a She-Hulk had her revel in her new life all the same. Similar to Red-Shulk, She-Witch sported a crimson hue to her new indestructible skin, but her unique genes also led to a curious quirk in her transformation. With clawed fingers, a thick tail almost as long as her legs and her head crowned with a set of horns that grew out from her new blackened hair, She-Witch looked as much a succubus as a She-Hulk. And though her mind's descent into simple-minded savagery meant Wanda's years of spell-casting were gone to her, in that very same new primitive mindset she had quickly found new uses to her hex magic. If the She-Witch was not getting fucked all over again, she likely could be found stimulating her erogenous zones or turning rocks and roots into suitable dildos.

Hulkeye had found himself in the same position as one of the many green-skinned ogres that filled Shulk's tribe, making it incredibly difficult to discern him from the other brutes in the tribe. Big, brutish and plowing into anything willing, Clint had surrendered and relished in his baser urges as much as the women whom accompanied him on that fateful flight to the island, but had also adopted the more passive behavior the males of the tribe had taken up ever since Shulk had asserted her dominance. Had there been anyone to notice or even care, it would have made for an amusing observation that, while the meek Bruce Banner had infamously become an incorrigible rage monster when bombarded with Gamma radiation, when put through a similar change the cocksure Clint Barton became far more reserved and non-combative. His famous skills in precision had been whittled down about as much as his reduced capacity for thought, but that still put him well above the other Hulks as a reliable scout and hunter, the one thing that put Hulkeye above the rest.

Out of the four newcomers, the one that stood out the most was Blue Shulk, the former Miss Marvel. Not because her transformation was especially eccentric. Compared to She-Witch's demonic visage and Wasp's insectoid traits, her blue skin and hair was tame by comparison. But while Wanda and Janet were more content to just eat, fuck and frolic all day, the the more headstrong personality traits of Carol managed to rise to the surface of her now much more shallow mind. Despite coming up a little under a foot shorter than Jen and Betty, who had been able to grow and breed for over half a month prior to Carol's arrival, the blend of her cosmically-endowed strength with her new Gamma-based boost and power easily made her capable of going toe-to-toe with the two biggest She-Hulks in the tribe. Much to Jen's annoyance, Carol's competitive edge reawakened Betty's own antagonistic streak, to which Jen had long thought had been able to stomp out. For the first time in her short reign, Queen Shulk was facing a credible threat of being overthrown.

“Me biggest, me have most babies.”

“No, ME biggest, that why ME Queen!”

The last sixty hours of near-constant sex since the "celebratory orgy" which had inducted the tribe's newest members into their ranks had taken their toll. Most of the females of the horde had found themselves pregnant, with Jen, Betty, Carol, Janet and Wanda all among them. The birthing cave was risking becoming cramped with nearly twenty females all going into labor at once. Fortunately, the tribe's new members found themselves being more useful than just merely swelling their numbers. A combination of Blue Shulk and Wasp's differing energy blast capabilities hollowed the island's mountain even further, making the cave far wider while also preserving the ritual of stepping in and out from the darkness to birth new life. Hulkeye's ingenuity mixed with She-Witch's magic allowed for fire pits, torches and wall markings with boar's blood to be erected from within, giving the space a more dignified ceremonial decoration than before.

Around from where Shulk stood, her daughters filled the now-wider cave, each in varying stages of their own deliveries. Some were already in the throes of labor, moaning out loud while pushing with all their might. Others sat nearby, panting and sweating, and rubbing their swollen bellies. Meanwhile, In the middle of the cave, Shulk's red and blue namesakes had taken upon themselves to not allow their queen peace, even in their tribe's most sacred of rites, and in her more agitated labor-induced state, Shulk was more willing than previous to indulge in their petty antics. The three squared off on one another, forming a triangle with their bodies, pressing their swollen bellies against each other like sumo wrestlers while fresh milk dribbled from their cork sized nipples.

"Blue Shulk strongest, so Blue Shulk breed the better babies."

"Red Shulk smartest! She make best Hulks!"

“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.

“Blue Shulk strong before I become Blue Shulk. Maybe Blue Shulk should lead.”

Blue Shulk smash too much! You not know how to be Hulk! Red Shulk has known 'bout Hulks long time. Red 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 up against the blue woman’s side, Shulk’s smirk grew wider. “Me birth whole tribe. More greens than blues or reds, always will! That make Shulk queen. Your tits and ass too small to replace Shulk.”

Pressing back with her thigh and giving her friend a possessive squeeze of her rear, Carol giggled darkly. “Blue-Shulk can fly. All Blue Hulks should fly. So should Wasp Hulks, or Witch Hulks."

"And Red Hulks make fire," Betty chimed in.

Carol nodded. "What greens do? Smash? Old news. You be outbred, 'queen.'"

Suddenly, all three Shulks felt their waters break, and their cat calls turned to laborious cries and moans. Collapsing onto the ground with heavy thuds, Jen looked upside-down from behind her, watching She-Witch push out the first of her litter. Based on Jen's own past pregnancies, Wanda will push out three to even six more, as will every female presently in the cave. Even with it being basic multiplication, the burning, all-encompassing effort of childbirth crippled Shulk's focus. All her simple mind could tell her was that her relatively small tribe was about to get very big, very soon.

"Muh-many Hulks be b-born today," Jen grunted. "M-Many m-more will be born later. Nuh...no wuh-one Shulk can lead so many Hulks!"

Neither Carol nor Betty responded, just growling and clawing away at the floor like her. Jen took their absence of an objection to mean an agreement. The tendons in Shulk's neck strained and swelled as her cervix dilated and the first of her now-fourth litter began to crown itself through her pussy.

"W-We...Th-Three Shulks!" She agonizingly conceded.