The next morning Jen and Betty get cleaned up... Then get dirty.

Waking up the next morning, Jen groaned at the morning light cutting through from the palm tree leaves overhead. Scratching her green hair, the gammazon looked around and found the four gamma brutes still passed out and asleep but the fire had gone out, having burned through the wood that was fed to it. Rolling her eyes , she sat up to find Betty was already awake, the red-skinned She-Hulk was biting into another fruit plucked from the trees and slowly turning her attention to her green skinned counter-part.

"Morning. Sleep well? You kept muttering about getting cream from the coffee boy or some shit in your sleep."

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." Groused Jen as she sat up and pulled her knees close to her chest. Looking to where Betty slept, she found the sand melted from intense heat and the palm leaves charred almost jet black. A grin forming on Jen's green lips as she gave the woman a sly look. "Looks like you had some dreams of your own, anything you want to get off your chest?"

"Yeah... You snore."

Frowning, Jen got up to her feet and stretched her arms over her head, wincing when she heard some of the stitching to her suit pop and crick from the effort. Looking down at the four Hulks still sleeping in front of her, Jen posed with her hands at her waist in frustration.

"Stuck on a desert island with a bunch of green skinned dumbasses… Just perfect."

"Damn I need a drink!"

"Yeah... A STIFF drink."

Turning and sharing a look with Betty, the other woman got up and rolled her shoulder, wincing as she heard her own clothes creak from the effort. Were they both growing? It didn't seem like it, but then again, with all the sources of stress and irritation on this deserted island it wasn't as if there wasn't something making them angrier by the hour, or hornier. Hearing one of the four Hulks snort and snore as he rolled onto his back, both women caught the sight of his morning wood snaking down the leg of his torn pants. Bulging and stretching the fabric to the limit, Jen felt herself getting weak in the knees and forcing herself to swallow a gulp of saliva in her mouth.

"Dammit." She thought to herself. "I am NOT a slut. Sure I did Tony, and Cap, and then there was that stint with Juggernaut, and JJ's son the werewolf... But I am not a slut!"

Wincing her eyes and shaking her head, Jennifer turned to head towards the pool of fresh water to get a drink and maybe clean up. Looking over her shoulder, she caught Betty still leering down at that foot and a half long trouser snake tensing under the fabric of the brute's pants, biting her lower lip and squirming on the spot.

"You just going to stand there and gawk? Or do you want to wash some of the sand out of your panties."

Catching herself and glaring back at Jen, Betty stomped her way past the woman and tossed her hair with an attitude.

"Please... What do you take me for? A slut like you?"

A smug grin on her lips, Jen made her way to join her as they trekked through the trees to the pool. Pleased in the knowledge she wasn't the only one trying to reign in her desires.

"At least I'm not the only one."

Kneeling at the pool's edge and taking deep sips of fresh water between their cupped hands, once they were finished, they began to undress and fold their clothes by the bank and stepped into the cool clean water to bath. By the time she was knee deep into the water, she and Betty began to splash water up their arms and legs to clean themselves of the soot and sand that had added up over the last couple of days over their skin, clothes and hair. Feeling more refreshed, Jen raised her hands over her head and dove into the clear water head first. Submerged into the pool, Jen swap deeper, enjoying the open space around her as she heard the current of the water around her, and the boom of her heart beat in her chest.

Splashing up to the surface, she tosses her long green hair over her shoulder and sighz, feeling a little more relaxed. Yet the images were still burned into her mind; images of four ogre sized monsters at full mast only caused the heat in her loins to reach a boiling point and cause her nipples to stiffen off her perfect breasts. She shouldn’t be feeling like this but then again she was having a dry spell even BEFORE being kidnapped by the Leader, and now here she was stuck on a desert island with four hulk clones armed with the fire hoses she needed to put out her fire.

Laying on her back in the water, Jen folded her legs together and just let the current let her float, allowing her to hear the sway of the water around her and daydream. She even started fantasizing, the cliché damsel stuck on a tropical paradise held in the hands of a handsome lover, leaning up for a kiss before… Only to snap back to wakefulness when the handsome stranger ended up being the monstrous face of one of the clones.

Shaking her head she swam back to shore and put her cloths back on, frowning now that her wet skin made her ruined dress cling to her uncomfortably. Looking over her shoulder while getting dressed, she spotted Betty splash out of the water the same way she did, combing her fingers through her wet hair and making her way back to the sandy mainland.

"Bleh, you're not really going to wear that without cleaning it are you?"

"It's dry clean only!" Protested Jen, holding her jacket close. "If it gets wet, it'll shrink."

"You mean shrink more than usual?"

She wasn't wrong, her jacket and skirt felt more snug than usual. She wondered if it were shrinkage from being exposed to sea water or something else. She was also **** to leave her blouse unbuttoned a bit to let her chest breath, giving her a window to reveal her cleavage. Giving the other woman a look as she too got dressed, Jen found that Betty's pants and jacket looked close to being painted on her, being so tight. Not only that, she seemed... Bigger? It was hardly noticeable, but the way she struggled to button her pants up or zip her vest halfway until she gave up half way made Jen wonder if they were both getting bigger from all the stress and anxiety.

Making their way back to the clearing on the beach, Jennifer and Betty found the four gamma brutes finally awake and poking their newly constructed second attempt at a raft they made with a stick... That was if you’d call a pile of rocks a raft.

"Maybe we need lighter rocks?"

"No! Leaves make good raft, they float."

"Bah, leaves no big enough."

Trading looks, both women sulked. "This is going to be a bad day to start already…"

***

Said day involved Jen and Betty teaching the four green numbskulls the basics on how to start a fire, building a proper raft... Again, and trying to make a shelter just incase it rained. All of it would have been great if it weren’t for all the pulverized rocks in the attempt to make a fire spark, the shattered trees uprooted and tossed into the sea to get the raft materials and shelter and somehow… SOMEHOW setting one of the brutes on fire when he miraculously MADE a spark after rubbing a stick between his hands for an hour.

With dusk finally setting and both She-Hulks too tired and frustrated to keep going, they both sat against a tree sharing a bundle of the local fruit to pick at, their faces were the very poster of ‘pissed off!’

With a bonfire finally up, the two looked to the four sleeping Hulks with shared frowns of annoyance... And arousal. The entire day was wasted AGAIN, just like the day before and the day before that. But during the entire day, the two couldn't keep their eyes off the brutes for just one minute without focusing on their muscular physiques.

Looking over to the four again, Jen's frown soured deeper. Once again they were snoring like paper shredders and once again they had tents in their ruined trunks that made thrills run up her spine.

"I know he made them stupid... But did he HAVE to make them as hung as a moose?" Huffed Betty, fanning herself but when she found herself making eye contact with Jen she immediately stopped what she was doing and tried to act distracted from something else.

"Feeling a little hot under the collar there Betty?"

"Fuck you Jennifer! Besides, you're no better. Right now I bet you're fantasizing about riding that thing like its a rodeo bull at the bar."

Breathing in sharply and glaring back at the red She-Hulk, Jen turned her attention back to one of the sleeping Hulks and found herself swallowing out of reflex when she spotted his erection tent his pants again.

"Nope, not going to do it! Nope!"

Looking over again she bit her lip, wriggling in place at the itch becoming more demanding to be scratched.

Seeing the She-Hulk's reaction, Betty's grin became smug. "I dare you to."

"What?!"

Sitting up with a little more triumph in her pose, Betty gave off an air of superiority to the lawyer's reaction. "You heard me, I dare you to, or are the rumours of the Sensational She-Hulk being a total green nymph just all rumours?"

"They ARE rumours! And your record isn't any more spotless. Had any visits to your psyche analyst? Or should I say ANAL-lyst?"

"Fuck you, you green titted skank. Admit it, you can't control yourself in front of a massive cock like that."

I... I can too, and... Wait, no. Hold the damn phone, what makes you think I'd do it? Your the one who looks cock hungry you damn army brat."

"Oh please, you want to suck on one of them RIGHT now, do you."

"No! I can hold off another night, just… One… More… Maybe two."

Leaning back and crossing her arms, the act of which pushed her breasts up to make her cleavage expand, Betty's smug grin only grew. "How about this, since these dim-wits think we're the leaders of the bunch. Whoever gets to suck the one the fastest gets to be called 'Queen' She-Hulk for a day."

Shifting her gaze from the Hulks and back to Betty, Jen steeled herself. "A week!"

"Deal!"

Slowly inching their way over to the group, Jen and Betty picked one of them each out of the four and just stared at the bulge sticking out half a foot from the brute’s shorts. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Jen slowly undid the zipper and snapped back when she was nearly smacked in the face with the foot and a half long cock waving around in front of her. With her breathing hitched, Jen almost drooled at the sight, her hand shaking and almost reaching out for it until she pulled her hand away and winced her eyes shut.

Betty herself found herself mesmerized with her own prospective challenge when she managed to unzip the pants of the sleeping Hulk she picked, finding it was just as large as her former husband's, and she remembered vividly that experience.

"Okay... Maybe I over did it a bit."