Jen shares her plans with the rest of her Triumvirate.

With the blunt end of her staff, Jen etched an oblong shape in the sand several meters wide. Remarkably, it came out to a reasonable impression of Manhattan, though such a feat of memory on Jen’s part meant nothing to her or to any of her tribes-people who gathered around.

“Small Men live out from island,” Jen explained. “Some Small Men have Big Sticks, all of them fear Hulks. They should fear Hulks. We take their Big Grey Village, smash their Big Sticks.”

Jen stepped within her impression of Manhattan and started to draw new markings within the sand. “There are Strong Ones who will fight for Small Men,” she continued. “We fight them. Turn them. Grow our tribe. There will be no one left to fight for Small Men. They will panic, destroy themselves with their Big Sticks, but Hulks will stay strong.”

Jen was standing at the narrow southern end of her crude map, having made two symbols several feet away. “Tribe starts here,” she said, gesturing to the edge of the impression, “and keep moving forward. Turn any Small Men you see. Eat and rest when you need. But don’t stop moving forward ‘til you reach other end of Big Grey Village.”

“Blue Shulk,” Betty declared, pointing to Carol. “She take to skies. Guide tribe from above. Smash anything that halt them.”

In her foggy memories of her old life, Carol recalled a Strong One that patrolled the Big Grey Village. She remembered fancying him, The Bug, her thoughts told her was his name, but never had the chance to mate with him. “The Bug” didn’t feel like a particularly strong name, but there was not a doubt in Carol’s mind that he would make for a strong mate, should she find him. The thought of breeding many Bugs with him that would fortify the tribe’s dominion on the Big Grey Village made Carol’s blood race and her sex throb.

Jen started to walk down the length of her enormous nap, by way of instruction. Soon enough, she gestured to the big “4” she drew in the southwestern side of the impression.

“Four Blues smallest tribe, but strongest when together. Turn their chieftain or chieftess, rest will soon fall.”

Betty pointed to Wanda. “She-Witch, your red lights will confuse the Four Blues. They think too much.” Her comment inspired a brief rumble of laughter among the Hulks.

Jen kept going, gesturing now to the big “A” she etched closer to the center of the map. “Vengers are strongest tribe, but easiest ones to break. Live in glass, they do. Shulk and Red Shulk take them on with children, wear them down.” Jen halted her strut to turn around and stare down Betty. “If Big Hulk among Vengers, he is Shulk’s prize, not Red Shulk’s”!

Betty crosses her arms and snorted through her scrunched-up nose, but did not object. She figured she could leave that for later, when the plan fell into place.

Jen continued walking forward, stepping out of her nap entirely. A few yards out, she made one last impression in the sand: A large “X.”

Carol huffed loudly through her nostrils. The imagery of Jen’s mark flared up her old memories yet again. “Exes,” she snarled. “Exes not in Big Grey Village. What we care?”

Jen scoffed and thrust her chest out in Carol’s direction. “Exes camp their village close to Big Grey one. If other tribes lose, they might join in fight.”

Wanda huffed in agreement. “Exes super-strong, too. Some have thick hides, some have big brains. Some even can fight with Hulks.”

Jen gestured to Janet. “That why Wasp handle them. Wasp and swarm will shrink, buzz into their camp, surprise them. Sting the thick-hides first, and the big-brains. Once they turn, the rest will follow. Once Wasps asserts dominance, she lead turned Exes back to Big Grey Village.”

Through the way they were building these Exes up gave Janet the impression that, while formidable, would make for excellent breeding stock once turned. Her wings fluttered excitedly at the prospect of her and her similarly winged offspring becoming the most diverse gene pool of the tribe.

“What we do?”

Responding to the question, the Green Shulk smiled darkly, looking over to one of her sons and nodding to him to join them.

“We make more hulks.” Making out with the blue skinned giantess again, Jen let her hand roam down to squeeze at Carol’s rear before fingering the woman’s pussy from behind. It was all the invitation needed for the brute behind her to stomp up and line himself up with the Blue Shulk. Gasping from the intrusion, Carol looked over her shoulder to find a green skinned Hulk grab hold of her hips and start thrusting hard into her. Moaning in pleasure, she was pulled back for another rough kiss from Jen.

“You make MORE blue hulks, hulks that can fly, fly us all back.”

Widening her stance, Blue Shulk arched her back, moaning out loud while she was sandwiched between two lovers. Looking over her own shoulder, Jen gestured for a male red hulk to do the same, wriggling her hips invitingly before making out with Carol again. Feeling the scarlet skinned brute grab hold of her thighs possessively and thrust into her from behind made Jen moan in Carol’s mouth, clenching her inner muscles to pull him in deeper. Not one to be left out, Betty pulled Jen's face to the side to make out with, gesturing to a green skinned Hulk over with her finger. “Mmm-Me make Mmmm... Hulks… Mmmm too, all will!”

The rest of the tribe instantly got the idea and began to collide into each other, getting tangled up in arms and legs as they create an orgy, with Jen, Betty and Carol lost in a haze of lust and thrusting hips. A small pool of gamma enriched milk dripped between their mashed breasts while the three males plowing into them huffed and groaned, getting closer to release. With a hoarse roar the male fucking Carol let loose a torrent of hot seed into her pussy, flooding her insides and making her howl, only to be joined by Jen and HER lover seconds after.

Looking to her horde, Jen bellowed out a command, tightening the grip her pussy had on the red hulk still inside of her.

“Make more blue hulks! More green hulks! Make more red hulks! Enough to leave island, and take BIG island! BIG APPLE!!!"

Hearing the dozens of hulks cheer and bellow out the same command, Jen looked back to the Blue and Red Shulks, their faces misted with sweat and looking back at Jen with lust drunk eyes.

“You make more blue hulks, but ME make MORE than you!” Sobering up slowly and looking the green skinned giantess in the eye, Carol glared back at the challenge, squeezing her own inner muscles when her lover tried to pull out and was pulled back in.

“ME BLUE SHULK, ME MAKE MORE BLUE HULKS THAN QUEEN SHULK!” Pulling the woman in for a hot kiss she only pulled away so she could do the same to the male who had gotten his second wind behind her.

A bloom of heat caused them both to turn their attention to Betty who pressed her chest against theirs in her fiery arousal. "RED SHULK BEAR MORE FIRE HULKS! RED SHULK BEAR MORE THAN GREEN AND BLUE!"

Laughing at her rival’s actions, Jen looked around to see her horde collapse further into an orgy, her many sons and daughters tangled up with Carol and Betty’s sons and daughters. Her laughter soon gave way to guttural moans when a blue hulk deep inside of her began to thrust again, slapping her meaty rear. A second release made her belly swell, touching against Carol’s which also began to bloat. In a few days, their bellies would swell large and round. Filled to the brim with a kicking litter of hulks that would conquer New York city in her name

She couldn’t wait!