In the virtual world that Maria had created for She-Hulk’s downfall and degradation…
Jennifer Walters stood outside the apartment block and adjusted her outfit, preparing for the important meeting. It had taken months of gentle coaxing and persuasion to try to get the witness to co-operate and help her build a case against Morton Burke, a powerful underworld figure who had so far managed to avoid any criminal conviction. But through a series of contacts, Jennifer had found the identity of an accountant –who she was sure had the goods on the criminal’s shady financial dealings.
At one of their first meetings, it had been clear the accountant was attracted to her, and she had decided to take advantage of that. If it helped her get his so-operation, it was worth it. So, she had taken to dressing in a slightly less professional way than usual when she met with him. This time, her skirt was a little shorter, her blouse was a little bit tighter, and her heels were a little bit higher than she would normally consider appropriate for work.
She was buzzed into the building and rode the elevator up to the accountant’s penthouse. He was waiting for her at the door to his apartment, and she smiled sweetly at him as she walked past him, knowing his eyes were all over her ass as it swayed in the tight skirt. She took a seat, crossing her legs and opened her briefcase.
“How about a coffee, before we get stated?”, asked the accountant. “Sure,” she smiled sweetly as she pulled various documents from her laptop and spread them on the coffee table in front of her. In a couple of moments, the accountant returned and handed her a steaming cup. She took a sip of the hot liquid as he sat down across from her.
She was about to start going over the details of the case and the evidence he’d give, when she started to feel light-headed. Putting a hand to her forehead, she placed the cup on the table. The room seemed to blur and swim around her, and she was about to speak, when she was dimly aware of several other men entering the room. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized Morton Burke standing above her!
“Good evening, Ms Walters. As you can see, I know all about your attempts to use my accountant here to build a case against me. Now, I can’t have that, can I?”
Jennifer tried to gather her thoughts. “You…you’ve drugged me!”
The mobster chuckled. “Oh, I certainly have. A little something to make you relaxed, and compliant.”
She struggled to her feet, a look of hate on her face. Clenching her fists and teeth, she made an effort of will and began the transformation into the jade giantess, the She-Hulk! Her clothes stretched even more tightly as her body grew and expanded, and several buttons popped off her blouse as her breasts grew to three times their previous size. Her broad muscular ass strained against the material of her skirt, which slipped higher up her thighs until the hem was mere inches below her thong-clad crotch.
Her skin changed from pink to green, and her brunette hair was now a blackish green cascade which spilled down her back.
She now towered over Burke, and placed her hands on her broad hips, ready to swat these criminal scum like flies if they tried anything on her.
But then a warm wave of sensation washed through her body, and her legs went weak. Stumbling backwards, she sat back down again and the chair creaked under her new weight.
The mobster chuckled again. “The drug in your coffee was a special concoction I had made just for you. While you’re in your human form, it just makes you relaxed and woozy. But once you change to the She-Hulk, it reacts with your new body chemistry. Now it’s an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac, which also heightens sensations and lowers inhibitions. How does it feel?”
True enough, she could feel her body begin to throb with powerful lust. Her nipples hardened and strained even herder against the tight material of her blouse, which now displayed her heaving green cleavage to great effect.
The mobster took her hand and pulled, and she rose to her feet. Smiling, the vile criminal led her from the room, down a hall and into a bedroom.
Jennifer wanted to resist, to pummel this worm with her mighty fists, but her body refused to obey. She should have been poised to fight, but her body felt like it was ready for quite a different kind of action.
She noticed that four cameras were arranged around the room, each directed to the large bed. Then she noticed the leather case that lay open on the bed, and its contents – a selection of small glass bottles containing pills, powders, crystals and liquids, and a selection of equipment including several syringes.
He sat on the bed and reached for the case, fingering the various contents. Jennifer stood trembling by the bed, looking down at him from under heavily-lidded eyes. She wanted to stride out of here, but her legs refused to co-operate. She panted with exertion, straining to fight against the monstrous lusts that boiled within her.
“C’mon, baby. Don’t try to fight it. We’re going to have one hell of a night, and from tomorrow, you work for me. You know you want it."
Hissing through clenched teeth, she replied…