I am very intrigued to see what she will try to do. I mean, every investigation begins with patient zero, or maybe a lab.
Of course, I'd imagine of course there would be some rather, comical difficulties now. I mean, she already had a problem with bumping her head in doors, but now the horns. And her hips would probably get stuck on at least a couple of doors, but that wasn't that new.
What was new however has the persistent sway of hips, regardless of how she moved. Even as she sat idle over the various lab computers, looking for anything to help, they would sway and roll with almost a mind of thier own.
Moreover, what was also new...was the gigantic, person-dwarfing mounds of round, bountiful, wobbling mountains of bum meat the constituted her buttocks. Their shelf like form would wobble with ripples and jiggle against eachother constantly. Claps stemming from her god like rear where all too common, and made her blush without fail.
Her breasts...nay, udders where also there. Even after she had milked herself, she could feel them producing, and an hour later they had lurched and gained another cup size as they instantly went from 10 to 100 and filled with milk, firming up and sloshing and gurgling. Their heaviness was almost a comfort tho, and she didn't even need to shimmy her shoulder (not that it stoped her) to hear the soft slosh of the liquid within.
"Would you girls behave?" She said with an amused smirk, flicking them with a finger and observed fascinated as the bounced. Still, thank Godz her nipples didn't leak. It was as if an invisible damm had settled behind her nipples, so instead she got to have the feeling of the mounds being full like water balloons. "So...full..." She snapped out of it. Never let it be said that the Unstoppable She-Hulk didn't have the woll to endure the feeling of her full milk tanks!
Now on how to solve that hucow virus problem? Hmmm....
She-hu-cow anon you have some interesting and amazing ideas!
Feels like you're starting to write the story now, hehe
But i can tottaly see alot of what you mean, her trying to sneak around, avoid the roaming herds of hucows, sneaking into abandoed houses and stores to hide from the crowd, but hitting her horns on the door frame, or leaving behind a ass shaped hole in the door frame (she's to strong to get stuck), leaving behind a trail of her jounery of destroyed doorframes. but atleast its better then the alternative, atleast to her non hucow mind.
trying to walk in the streets, getting turned on by, as you put it, her
"gigantic, person-dwarfing mounds of round, bountiful, wobbling mountains of bum meat that constituted her buttocks.", and she couldn't keep her mind as they clapped and jiggled, because looking at her chest made her even more turned on, as they bounced with each step, and filled with each step. she just had to watch at they grew and grew in front of her, she's trying her best to not grab the udders and milk them right away, or she'll be stuck all day milking herself. But the more steps, the louder the sloshing was heard, almost hypnotic with its noise; she started to walk aimlessly, everything coming together to make her cow-brained, but only for so long before she shook her head; she had to focus on the cure!
But she couldn't stop thinking about her udders, their size and sounds, or her rear, her heavy, clapping, bouncy rear/ the only thing that took her mind off was the cure, and well, all the roaming cows.
She could see them, all around, looking so happy, drinking from one another, fucking one another, catching stray humans to convert. Something in her wanted to join, just for a little. But no, that was the hucow virus talking.
But who's to say she doesn't grab a hucow or hubull separated from the group and use them to help with her never-ending heavy chest, or with the insatiable lust.
But she finally gets to the lab, empty of people or bovine. Plenty of equipment, automated equipment that seems built to help deal with the infected, well, in a way
like an automated milking machine and fuck machine, which had the promise of "decreasing infection by at least 50 percent". No other option, she has to deal with the urges and milk tanks on her chest.
Give or take a few hours, giant casks full of somewhat glowing milk, hundreds to thousands of pumps from a dildo, and a practically empty She-Hulk. But a clear mind now, at least until the next milking session.
Still suffering from some of the side effects, mainly the horns and swinging tail, but her chest size has returned to a much smaller one, albeit still bigger than her original size, and at least her hips can fit in a door, and she has some quieter clapping. She's happiest of all that the lust has gone down to levels she was beginning to believe would never happen. A quick clap of the hands and she was off to work, figuring out who was the egghead that created all this, give or take a few breaks with the automated machines to clear her head again. Though she wondered where all her milk was going.... hopefully not into the water supply
But after enough trial and error, she managed to track the egg head, who fell victim to his own virus, and was roaming with a pack of bovine humans. Without all the enlarged assets she had before, she was free to jump there without severe jiggling and grab the egg head before any other hucow had a bright idea.
Now it was just waiting for the automated machine to do the work and get the egg head back to a normal mind. In the meantime...she might as well take a turn on the other milking machine, and perhaps catch up on the news. I mean
what consequences could there have been to making a tribe of gamma-powered hucows and hubulls while she was under the full effects, and what could go wrong when the storage tanks filled up and dumped her gamma-infused milk down into the water supply?
Like making more gamma-infused hucows and hubulls, who need more milk from the one that started the gamma milk... though, if the egghead can create a cure, maybe this can be how it solves everything...
