Sequel to:
Tony Stark remains trapped in the perverted reality that is Hulk's haremverse, trapped within his transformed, babymaking body.
“Oh, she’s positively glowing!” Pepper Potts admired, staring into the swollen glass belly of Iron Womb. It was Hulk's proudest creation, her soon-to-be-lover’s artificial womb on legs.
t stood immobile as a statue in one corner of the Hulk’s vast harem. It was pregnant again, as it was meant to be, its body resplendently aglow from the emerald green energy pulsing through its circuitry. Hulk’s unborn offspring -triplets this time- moved sluggishly within its womb.
Every time Pepper saw the machine, it evoked a odd sense of familiarity, a vague deja vu, like of a dream she couldn’t quite remember, though she put it down to the fact that it was her company, Pepper Industries, that had contributed resources to the artificial womb’s creation, which was needed in the wake of Thanos snapping away the entire male population of the Earth.
She had overseen its construction herself... Hadn't she?
In exchange, Hulk had promised her the most valuable commodity - offspring. It was quite an honor to be moved to the head of a queue of 3 billion woman, given the chance to be impregnated before even the likes of Stefani Rogers or the Sorceress Supreme.
Another sleepy movement of the gestating life within the feminine chassis sent another pulse of gamma-energy shivering through its body. It shone, beautiful, like a statue of a fertility goddess.
“Am I going to look like that?” she pondered of the gynoid.
“Not if you keep delaying, you won’t,” came Hulk’s deep chuckle, his vast palm sweeping to smack her ass. Pepper gasped as the Hulk swept her into his muscular embrace, ravishing her mouth before the immobile gynoid. His arousal swelled.
“It-it’s just a lot to take in,” Pepper tittered nervously, the three-foot long shaft of veined meat throbbing eagerly against her. “Quite literally.” She kissed him back lovingly, whispering, “be gentle with me. It’s my first time.”
Neither of them questioned how it could be her first time when her daughter, Morgan, stood as evidence to the contrary, though all memory of Stark’s existence -along with his male body and identity- had been expunged from reality, warped as it had been by the infinity stones and Hulk’s subconscious lusts, and a powerful mental block put in place by the Mind Stone to stop anyone, not even his wife, recognising the pathetic childbearing machine in the corner for the man he’d been.
Perhaps only the gynoid recalled, deep beneath its layers of obedience programming, but it was silent and still as Pepper disrobed and walked to the mountain of silken cushions, spreading her legs for her mate. Trembling beneath the green brute’s frame, she was dwarved, a tiny, fragile thing as he groped her lustfully, though he was tender when he pushed the thick tip of his cock to her glistening womanhood.
Only the subtle work of the Space Stone abrogating the laws of physics saved her from being split apart as the monstrous member thrust inside her, one foot, two foot, three, distending her belly as all her organs save her womb made space for its invasion. Its entry forced the air from her lungs in a gasp of pleasure.
She might have questioned how it was possible, how her body was now distended to such a degree as to be little more than a sleeve stretched about his cock, a fleshy, fertile onahole for him to fuck, but the orgasm had already overwhelmed any rational thought. The marble hall rang with her moans as he gripped her entire body in his fist, pumping the quivering tube of velvety flesh up and down his shaft.
They cuddled afterwards, Pepper basking in the orgasmic aftershocks as her filled and stretched body gradually contracted back into shape. “Mmm, you’ve ruined me for other men,” she groaned.
“What other men?” he chuckled darkly with a glance to the gynoid in the corner.