She-Hulk story I commissioned

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Here is a story I commissioned and am sharing here with the permission of the author, the incredible Steve the Z:

Millicent Puts on a Few Muscles
by Steve the Z
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     Millicent moved through the guests in the crowded ballroom of the mansion, saying brief hellos, stopping to chat for a second or two with friends before moving on. From across the room, Melvin waved. Glancing at her husband, she gave him a brief smile.

     "Such a wonderful party." one of her gray haired but exquisitely coiffed female acquaintances said as Millicent drifted by. "And for such a good cause!"

     "Yes." Millicent, who was 45 years old, wearing a long, very expensive gown on her just slightly plump figure, said. "Melvin is always looking for a cause he can deduct from his taxes for charity. Homeless children is near the top of his list."

     The woman she'd addressed couldn't decide whether Millicent was joking or not, so she just let her smile remain frozen in place and nodded, waiting for Millicent to leave.

     Which she did.

     A hubbub near the doors to the ballroom caught her attention. She saw Melvin striding rapidly in that direction and changed her own course to intercept him, but before she could, their guest of honor strode through the wide open double doors and into the room, a big smile on her green face.

     "It's She Hulk!" many whispers and exclamations erupted from the partygoers.

     "She's magnificent!"

     "What a body!"

     "Wow!"

     "Oh, she's just so perfect!"

     Millicent heard these acclamations with a slight frown on her lips, and she could feel the makeup she'd so carefully applied to hide her aging features stretching her skin. She'd been against Melvin inviting a super hero, especially a female one, to their little benefit, but when Melvin informed She Hulk he'd donate an additional million dollars to the homeless children's foundation if she attended the benefit, she'd agreed to make an appearance.

     Melvin strode up to the 6'7" tall, 650 pound green skinned woman with his hand held out, beaming.

     "Jennifer!" he said, as if he'd known her his entire life and their only former contact hadn't only been a few short phone calls. "So glad you could make it!"

     Millicent's lips puckered in disapproval. Jennifer was wearing a tight, particularly short leather skirt that left her long, muscle-bound emerald legs bare, high heels which raised her height to over seven feet, and a billowy white blouse which did nothing to conceal the tremendous breadth of her shoulders, her magnificently developed chest or her extremely large, bulging biceps.

     She smiled, reached down to engulf Melvin's pale white hand in her own.

     Squeeze it, break his fingers Millicent thought, then felt guilty about her evil idea, but not for long.

     Just as she reached Melvin's side, he turned away from her and started introducing Jennifer to his other guests.

     He had to have seen me coming! she thought, staring at She Hulk's great mass of thick, wavy green hair cascading down her broad, powerful back as Melvin led her across the ballroom floor. Or more exactly, as She Hulk let him lead her.

     My god, just look at all those muscles! Millicent thought. Melvin can't keep his eyes off of her. Or his hands! Those calves are as big as basketballs! She has more muscle in one of them than Melvin has in his whole body!

     Trailing behind her husband and She Hulk, she pasted a smile on her face, watching Melvin make a damn fool of himself.

     He asked She Hulk to flex one of her huge biceps, then made a show of astonishment when he tried to cover it with both of his hands together, his mouth opening in fake astonishment (or at least partially fake) when he couldn't put even the smallest dent in it. The guests clustered around him laughed and joked, feeling Melvin's arm through his tuxedo coat's sleeve and shaking their heads sadly. She Hulk, Jennifer Walters, seemed to be completely at ease, laughing and joking right along with Melvin, putting her hand on his shoulder and even bending low with her arm around his shoulders so his friends could take cell phone photos of them together.

     He's staring right into the opening of her blouse! she seethed, her smile so tight she feared her lips would start to fissure and crack. Right between those three unfastened buttons!

     Even from her position on the outskirts of the small crowd Millicent couldn't help but see She Hulk's large, up-thrust green breasts inside the open neck of her blouse, and the thick striated bands of her highly overdeveloped pectoral muscles that held them up so firmly.

     There's no bra big enough to hold those monstrosities! she fumed so hotly she thought steam was going to shoot out of her ears. Millicent was incredibly jealous of She Hulk by now.

     When the Lady Hulk straightened up from her latest photo op, her chest bulked out and her large, dark green nipples shoved against her blouse. Millicent saw Melvin's eyes pulled to them like a kitty to cat-nip. When he licked his lips, she clenched her fists.

     Don't make a scene! she told herself. Don't make a fool of yourself, too!

     When Melvin finally realized he hadn't introduced Jennifer to Millicent, it was too late. Her jealousy had gotten the best of her. It was a good thing being super rich had taught her how to control her emotions, or she would have tried to claw Melvin's eyes out.

     With his arm around She Hulk's waist, or more like around her hips since she was so tall, the two of them approached Millicent. Marvin was smiling like a circus clown, his grin so wide Millicent expected the top of his head to fall backwards. Jennifer was also smiling, her perfect, although jade, features kindling hot sparks of envy in Millicent's psyche.

     "Jennifer! This is my wife, Millicent." Melvin said.

     You should have introduced me first! Millicent thought. Not after you paraded your micro-skirted over-muscled girlfriend around to all your so-called friends!

     "I'm very pleased to meet you, Millicent." Jennifer said, her somewhat deep voice reverberating powerfully.

     "The pleasure is all mine." Millicent managed to say politely, trying to not grit her teeth together as She Hulk's big green hand, with the long, seaweed green nails so perfectly manicured and capable of clawing rents in a battleship's skin, swallowing her dainty, be-ringed hand until it disappeared.

     She could crush my hand like a rotten caviar egg!

     Marvin moved his arm, which could just barely fit around Jennifer's hip, to the side of her leather micro-skirt.

     Millicent could just tell he wanted to keep moving it down to see what that monstrously muscled, arched thigh muscle felt like, but for once he exhibited a certain amount of restraint.

     She had no idea what she said next, mouthing harmless small talk automatically. Eventually, Jennifer had to leave, and she and Melvin walked across the ballroom to the doors, talking and laughing like old friends. Melvin beckoned and she leaned down so he could whisper in her ear after pushing her thick hair aside, making her laugh.

     Even across the room, Millicent heard Jennifer say quite clearly, "Melvin, you naughty boy, you!"

     The people around them laughed, but the thin stem of the champagne flute Millicent was holding snapped apart in her fingers.

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     After the last guest had left and the servants were cleaning up, Millicent gave Melvin the cold shoulder.

     "What's wrong, Dear?" he said, standing behind her at her dressing table. "You haven't said a single word to me all evening!"

     "What's wrong?" she said in disbelief, looking at his face in her mirror. "The way you behaved with that big green giant was simply disgusting!"

     "But, she was our guest of honor!"

     "Your hands were all over her! You didn't even introduce me! I was utterly humiliated!"

     "But...I..."

     "I'm sleeping in one of the guest rooms tonight!" she said huffily.

     "Suit yourself!" Melvin said, now getting angry himself.

     Relations between them were strained the next couple of days. Millicent continued sleeping in the guest room, although Melvin asked her not to.

     "What will the servants think?" he asked.

     "Whatever they want to think!" she snapped.

     Then, one day she was walking past his office, after Melvin had gone into the city on business, and she noticed he'd left his computer on. The glow of the screen in the darkened room attracted her attention.

     "Absent minded old fool." she muttered, entering the ornately decorated room with the sole intention of turning the computer off.

     But what she saw as a screen saver froze her in shock.

     Every few seconds, a different view of She Hulk would appear on the widescreen monitor, some of them those scandalous topless shots a reporter in a helicopter had taken of She Hulk sun-bathing on the roof of a tall building.

     "Why that dirty minded..." Millicent muttered, sitting down at the desk and clicking through Melvin's files. She found more than one labeled SheH1, SheH2, and on and on, even one with the title, JenniferWaltersPics. Opening them, she was amazed at the hundreds of pictures of Jennifer, as herself and as She Hulk, that Melvin had amassed. Her hand trembling in anger, she finally managed to shut the computer down, resisting an urge to pick the whole thing up and toss it through the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the extensive, manicured gardens of their palatial estate.

     "As if I could pick that thing up anyway!" she said.

     As she was leaving the office, still very angry, Millicent started planning her revenge.

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     Over the course of the next week, Millicent used her contacts and her money, and she had plenty of both, especially money, to discreetly find out if there was a way to humiliate She Hulk, for she considered the super strong woman to be the cause of all her current problems. Also, if she could humiliate her, Melvin would be distraught, and she could gloat over him to her heart's content.

     Finally, on the secret Dark Internet one of her well paid hackers opened up for her, she found a device for sale that claimed it could actually drain the She Hulk's powers.

     "Why hasn't anyone else used this?" she asked, reading the description accompanying the machine.

     "Oh, that's why." she said after discovering the price.

     Millicent was not only wealthy, she was extremely wealthy. She used her resources, both financial and personal, to purchase the machine, which was the only one of its kind.

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     "Just put it right there." Millicent instructed the two men who'd driven up the mansion's service drive in an unmarked van. She'd planned the delivery on a day during which Melvin was out of town for a week on business, and given the two dozen servants the day off with a bonus. So she and the two men were the only people on the estate with it's 50 acres and the house with its 40 rooms, not counting the polo grounds, tennis courts, two Olympic size pools, ten car garages, etc.

     They dollied the big wooden crate over to the wall, through a door, down the steps into the big basement and into an alcove, then used pry bars to open it.

     Millicent found herself looking at a device about half the size of a large refrigerator, studded with dials and paraphernalia and equipment she had no names for in her personal vocabulary. A clear glass tank stood up in the middle of the wiring and copper tubes.

     "How does if work?" she asked.

     "You get She Hulk to stand about here." one of the men said, handing Millicent a small black box that had two buttons on it, each covered by a cap you had to flip up to press the button. "Then press the red button. Her powers and abilities will be sucked into the tank before she knows what happened. She'll be as weak as a kitten."

     He grinned wolfishly.

     Millicent made a mental note. Make sure She Hulk was standing close to the three pronged device the man had indicated.

     "Then what?" she asked, more to herself than to him.

     "Up to you, lady. It's your machine now."

     "Yes, it certainly is." Millicent said. She took a bundle wrapped in brown paper from a table and handed it to the man. "Do you wish to count it?"

     "Hell no, excuse the language, ma'am. We trust you. You come highly recommended."

     After they left, Millicent realized she hadn't asked what the second, black button was for.

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     "You're kidding! You're not kidding!" Shawna said to Millicent a few days later at lunch. Millicent had invited her best friend to the posh restaurant to gloat. She'd just had to tell somebody of her plans, of her revenge.

     "You should have seen the way the silly old fool was acting around that green-skinned hussy. All those muscles! I've never seen such a display!"

     "I was there, remember?" Shawna said.

     "Oh, of course." Millicent reached across the table and touched her friend's wrist. "I'm still mad about the whole thing. I know it's silly, but I can't help myself."

     "How are you going to lure She Hulk into your basement?"

     "Oh, I've already taken care of that. I've contacted her and promised another million dollar contribution to her foundation if she'd pose for a picture with me next to a rare sculpture I just purchased. So that part is no problem."

     "All those muscles." Shawna murmured.

     "What's that , Dear?" Millicent said, picking up her cup and taking a sip of tea.

     "I was just thinking. If that gizmo robs She Hulk of her strength, her power, her great big muscles, they have to go somewhere, right?"

     "Well, I suppose so."

     "I'll bet you donuts to dollars they go into that tank you described."

     Millicent blinked. "That seems to make sense."

     "You know what, Millicent?" Shawna grabbed her wrist now.

     "What, Dear? What are you so excited about?"

     "I'll bet you can transfer those powers!"

     "Transfer? You mean She Hulk's powers?"

     "Yes! Her powers, her size, her lovely green skin, that massive amount of hair, those bulging, powerful muscles!"

     "But...but transfer where, Shawna?"

     "To you, you silly! Into you! You can become She Hulk!"

     "Me!! Heavens! No...really? Do you think...?"

     "What it must be like to be so powerful, so strong! Why, I've heard she can actually pick up an army tank, and break it in half! What would it feel like to be that strong, that indomitable! Why, my head swims just trying to imagine it!"

     "Well!" said Millicent, slightly taken aback by Shawna's enthusiasm. "I'll certainly think about it."

     Shawna leaned forward. "And if you have any of that awesome juice left over, invite me over for cocktails!"

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     A few days later, it not being a coincidence that Melvin was once again away on a business trip, Millicent deigned to answer her own front door when she saw the modified Hummer pull into their marble paved, circular driveway. After the melodious chimes of the bell had faded, she pulled the door open to see She Hulk, wearing a pair of dark blue bicycle shorts over her white and purple leotard costume.

     "Oh my!" said Millicent, momentarily overcome at the sight of all those magnificent muscles and almost overpowering aura of sexuality She Hulk radiated. "Come in! Please, welcome to my home!"

     "Thank you, Mrs. Vandersleeve." She Hulk said, stepping over the threshold, graceful despite her 650 pounds and extraordinary height.

     "Please, call me Millicent." Millicent said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Oh my, I hope I don't get a stiff neck looking up at you!"

     "I get that a lot." said the beautiful Super-Woman. "Can't be helped, I'm afraid."

     "Would you like something to drink? I have a wonderful Chardonnay..."

     "No thank you, Mrs....Millicent. I've got to watch my figure, you know."

     Millicent opened her mouth, but could think of nothing to say.

     "I'm sorry." She Hulk said. "I was making an attempt at humor."

     "Oh! That's quite all right!" Millicent said, staring at the green woman's thighs. "Would you like to see the sculpture then?"

     "I certainly would! It's so kind of you to invite me over! I'm interested in art."

     "It's right this way." Millicent said. "I have to keep it in the basement due to temperature. It's quite delicate, you know!"

     She Hulk followed Millicent's short paces across the vestibule, down a side corridor whose walls were lined with expensive paintings, to pass through an archway to the right and then down a winding, circular staircase.

     The basement was as huge and airy as the rest of the house, tastefully decorated. The floor was even carpeted.

     "It's right behind this curtain." Millicent said, going to an alcove hidden by a red velvet curtain.

     "Where's the photographer?" She Hulk asked, looking around.

     "Oh, he'll be along any moment now." Millicent said, daring to reach out and take She Hulk's arm, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and the feel of muscle beneath it. "It's best viewed from right here."

     She Hulk graciously let Millicent position her.

     "Now don't you move! I'll do the unveiling myself!"

     Millicent slipped through the gap in the curtains, picked up the remote box, then pulled the cord to open the curtains with one hand while pressing the red button with the other.

     She Hulk gasped, the machine began making strange noises, and the clear container immediately filled to the top with a swirling bright green, glowing fluid.

     "Eek!" She Hulk said, her muscles rapidly deflating, her height decreasing. "What's happening!"

     Right before Millicent's staring eyes, She Hulk became an above average looking white woman named Jennifer Walters, wearing a purple and white leotard and a pair of dark blue bicycle shorts.

     "It worked!" Millicent said. "It actually worked!"

     "What have you done to me!" Jennifer wailed, looking down at herself. She was 5'10" tall and weighed 140 pounds, and still looked great in her current outfit. "Where are my muscles, my green skin, my long, green hair?!"

     "Gone!" Millicent snarled. "That's what you get for seducing my husband, you hussy!"

     "But I never!"

     Jennifer, who liked to work out in the gym, and it showed, got angry. She started walking very purposefully towards Millicent, who panicked and flipped the lid up over the black button so she could press it.

     Millicent felt her pantsuit become uncomfortably tight, right before it burst apart at the seams like a small bomb going off.

     "You better think twice about what you're doing." Millicent said to Jennifer as she burst her bra and panties off at the same time. "Cause I'm feeling sort of large!"

     The level of green fluid in the container was rapidly decreasing in inverse proportion to Millicent's muscle sizes increasing.

     "I'm totally naked and turning green!" Millicent said. "And it feels so good!"

     "Give me back my powers!" Jennifer snarled, launching herself at Millicent, who merely snaked out an arm and grabbed the smaller girl by the throat, lifting her kicking and screaming off the floor.

     "Don't be ridiculous." Millicent said, raising Jennifer up and down so she could watch her green bicep flex. "Are my veins filled with green blood?"

     Jennifer had both hands around Millicent's big fingers, trying to pry them off her neck.

     "My hand fits around your whole neck, little girl!" Millicent said, reaching down with her free hand to rub herself between her legs. "God, this is totally orgasmic!"

     Millicent's chest heaved forward as a great rush of building muscle and mammary tissue engorged it almost beyond its capacity to hold, but it held together, expanding into a huge mass of sexy power and great, erect nipples.

     "You're in my way!" Millicent roared, her tumbling unto her shoulders and swaying mass of green hair shifting about as she tossed Jennifer across the room and started rubbing her dark green nipples with the freed hand, with the fingers of the other buried to the second knuckles between her legs. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!"

     She fell to her knees, cracking the marble floor from her rapidly increasing weight as her developing muscles grew not only much, much larger but very dense as well, stretching her attractive green skin around them.

     Millicent bent over, in the throes of her first super orgasm as Jennifer, her back against the wall, looked on with wide eyes.

     "I did the same thing!" she remembered.

     "Arghhhhh!" Millicent said, rearing up on her haunches, flexing her biceps, which had grown to a staggering 26 inches, thrusting her gargantuan chest forward, her thick, plump nipples fully erect and her thighs bunching up larger than bowling balls. "I'm the She Hulk!"

     She opened her bright green eyes, staring defiantly out at the basement, her beautiful but stern features taking everything in, her hair tumbling thickly down her broad back, packed with more muscle than a whole football squad, breathing deeply, her humungous chest rising and falling.

     "And I like it!" she said, her hurricane breath flailing Jennifer's hair around her head even across the width of the basement.

     Millicent stood, towering up a full seven feet, and brought her big green fists down on the machine, smashing it to instant rubble.

     "Are you still here?" she said to the cowering Jennifer.

     A minute later Jennifer was running out the door and across the big, well manicured lawn as fast as she could go. If she'd had a tail it would have been tucked securely between her gymnastically shaped legs.

     "Shawna was right." Millicent said, standing in the middle of the basement with her head brushing the ceiling, looking like a veritable juggernaut of naked muscle and power. "I love what I've become!"

     Before she'd even gotten halfway to the steps, Millicent had to sit on the floor and put both hands in her crotch.

     "Ah...ah...ah..." she said, her head back and her hair flowing down to the floor and heaping up like coiled ropes. "I can't stop pleasuring myself. It just feels so good!"

     She brought herself to another squirting orgasm, her fingers wet, gasping from the huge rush of pleasure that flowed into her body from her pelvis.

     "Even my muscles felt that one!" she said, flexing one of her huge biceps and just staring at it. "Look at my arm! No wonder Shawna said I could break tanks in half! My arm's got more mass to it then Melvin's whole scrawny body!"

     Millicent stood up.

     "Whatever am I going to wear?" she asked, her naked, monumental buttocks rising as she took the stairs four at a time.

     "These fit okay." she said, looking at the pair of blue cotton shorts she'd somehow managed to pull over her huge calves and even huger thighs, stretched around her massively curvy hips. "At least it covers my privates! My god, I'm magnificent!"

     She'd stepped on the scale after squeezing her huge bulk into the bathroom, and just before it had exploded in a barrage of springs, plastic and circuit boards, it had registered her weight at 750 pounds.

     "I'm even bigger and badder than the former She Hulk!" she said.

     Not bothering to care that her shoulders destroyed the doorframe to her bedroom, Millicent stalked through the mansion and down to the kitchen, where she raided all three of their walk in refrigerators.

     "A body like this takes a lot of nourishment." she said after inserting an entire chicken leg, bones and all, into her mouth and chewing it. "But I'm worth it!"

     Walking about on the estate, Millicent amused herself by picking up the decorative white boulders that lined the driveway with one hand (she wouldn't have been able to wrap both her hands around them before her transformation), and squeezing them into powder in her closed fist.

     "Nothing to it." she said, brushing her hands together. "As the mighty She Hulk, I'm stronger than the average decorative boulder!"

     She crouched, leaped up into the air, and bounded right out of the grounds, towards the sound of a distant train. This was an automated line that ran from the nearest city into the warehouse district, usually moving at speeds of 70 to 80 miles an hour.

     Millicent landed on the track directly in front of the train and let it slam into her titanic chest. The impact didn't even move her back an inch and the train's engine looked as if it was a deflated balloon after being accordioned to about a tenth of its former length.

     The rest of the train cars derailed.

     "I'm more powerful than a locomotive, that's for sure!" Millicent said. "Oh heck."

     She walked down the line, lifting the train cars and putting them back on the tracks.

     "She Hulk strong!" she said, loudly enough to startle some birds out of a nearby tree. When she got back to the engine, she picked it up with one hand, set it aside, and, grabbing the coupling on the first car, ran along the track pulling the train to the warehouse it had been headed to.

     "I'll send them a check for the engine." she said. "That was a nice little workout for my huge new muscles. Maybe I'll apply for membership in The Avengers. If winning an arm wrestling match with Thor is a requirement I'm a shoo-in!"

     Millicent spent the days before Melvin's return donating her old clothes to charity, hiring a seamstress to make her new outfits and also carpenters to enlarge the doorways and make other changes to the mansion to accommodate her new, imposing breadth, width and height.

     "Better!" she said, walking through the enlarged arch into the dining room wearing her new skin tight leather shorts, sandals and a halter almost bursting from the pressure her huge chest was putting on it.

     Millicent had had herself professionally appraised. She was exactly seven feet, one and one quarter inches tall, she weighed 763.67 pounds. Her biceps stretched the tape at 43 inches when flexed, 35 when relaxed. Her shoulder width was a whopping 48 and four fifths inches, her waist a mere 24 inches, and her thighs bulked out to 42 and a half inches.

     But her proudest new statistic was her 66 and two thirds inch chest, which was made of so much muscle more than two Melvins rolled up into a ball wouldn't even fill the same space.

     She'd gone to the university to test her strength, but the most pressure they could put on her biceps while she stifled a yawn was a mere 30 tons.

     She'd worn a thong backed leotard for the occasion, professionally made, of course, and left all the male and some of the female students and teachers panting with lust after her.

     Millicent was pretty lusty herself, and had already worn out a bunch of male bodybuilders she'd picked up at the local gym, bringing them to utter exhaustion and wondering when The Hulk would be in town for a quickie.

     The limousine that had picked Melvin up at the airport eventually pulled up the drive one afternoon. He got out and looked around.

     "What happened to the decorative boulders?" he wondered.

     When the butler opened the front door, he found out.

     Sitting on a throne-like chair in the center of the spacious foyer was Millicent, wearing a tight leather micro-skirt, high heeled boots and a mesh shirt that did nothing to hide her huge pectorals, breasts or glaring nipples.

     "Welcome home, Melvin." she said sweetly. "I've become the She Hulk."

     Melvin's briefcase fell from his nerveless fingers. The next thing to hit the floor was his limp body.

     Melvin had fainted dead away.

     "Party pooper." She Hulk said.

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     "I'm divorcing you, Melvin." Millicent said. She was standing next to his big king-sized bed in the middle of his bedroom, where Melvin was laying with the cover pulled up to his chest, a cool washcloth on his brow, and a beeping heart monitor next to the IV bottle feeding him through the needle in his arm.

     Millicent was wearing her purple and white She Hulk costume, although she'd had the back altered to a full thong, leaving her wondrous green buttocks bare. She also wore white, vinyl boots.

     "But...why..." he said weekly, still not fully recovered from the shock of finding out that Millicent was now She Hulk.

     "You did this to me, Melvin." she said, flexing one of her 43 inch biceps. "Because of your philandering and immoral obsession with her, I took it upon myself to gain She Hulk's powers for myself. You have no one to blame but yourself for this."

     "But I...we're man and wife!"

     "Don't be ridiculous, Melvin! Does an elephant mate with a mouse? I am so much greater than you there is no comparison!"

     "I won't..."

     Flexing both of her huge guns now, Millicent leaned over the bed, her shadow covering Melvin like a shroud.

     "You're not thinking of contesting the divorce, are you?"

     Melvin's eyes went wide, the beeping monitor becoming fast and erratic.

     "N-no!" he said. "Of c-course not!"
     "I scare you, don't I? Good. Because I could crush you into paste between my thumb and finger, Melvin, and spread you on my toast."

     "I'll be wiped out."

     "Oh, don't be ridiculous. I'll just take half. You can build a new house, this one's already been modified for my new size."

     "New size!" Melvin said, his cheeks coloring.

     "I'm the new She Hulk, Melvin, and that's all there is to it." Millicent said. "I'm young and beautiful and my muscles are insanely huge and powerful and I'm loving every minute of it!"

     Millicent shook her head and sent her heavy mass of wildly curly green hair swirling around her great shoulders.

     "My people will talk to your people, and send you the divorce papers."

     Melvin watched her big green, muscular ass sway as his wife, soon to be ex, walked out of his room, shaking the whole mansion with her footfalls, on purpose.



Epilog



     "You're sure this is the real stuff?" Jenifer Walters asked.

     It was past midnight, the gym was closed, but, dressed in brief spandex shorts and a halter, Jennifer was valiantly trying to bench press 200 pounds, her athletic arms shaking with the effort. The shady character watching her had opened a battered briefcase, the lid of which was lined with a row of vials containing a bright green liquid.

     "It's the real deal." the man said. "Direct from an army base hidden right here in the city under our noses. The same serum Steve Rogers took, only modified and highly improved."

     Jennifer passed the man an envelope stuffed with money, and while he counted it, took one of the vials out of the briefcase and cracked the seal on it so she could pour it down her throat.

     Instantly, the skin all up and down her arms begin to ripple.

     "Now I lost count." the man said, staring as the ripples begin to solidify into a very nice pair of bulging biceps.

     "Get the hell out of here!" Jennifer growled, sliding back under the racked barbell.

     Hastily, the man stuffed the envelope into his pocket and backed away from the increasingly more muscular lawyer.

     "I'm gettin'!" he said.

     Jennifer grabbed the bar, lifted it off the posts and begin pumping it up and down, the halter starting to strain across her chest.

     "Just wait, Millicent!" she growled between reps. "I'm coming for you, you thief!"

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Uhh nice one! I there more?

He is working on part 2

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Fantastic I really like Millicent I hope she keeps winning maybe using her machine on more superheroes getting even bigger and stronger.

That's what Millicent decides to do also, but is she successful, or does something unexpected happen? We will have to wait and see once the second installment is finished.

There are so many interesting possibilities I am sure no one will be disappointed but I really hope for team Millicent to come out on top.