Chapter #8Hulking Out by: getbig   Vanessa considered her options, eyes scanning the wall until they stopped on a green woman dressed in a tight, white leotard that revealed every detail of her rippling muscles and voluptuous chest. Powerful, sexy, and confident. She-Hulk. With a smile, she cuddled into Jason's side and began to build the body she would grow into over the next year.
Eight months later
Jason and Vanessa arrived fashionably early for Thanksgiving, greeting the Friedman parents with warm hugs and smiles as they showered the transformed couple with compliments. Jason's arm bulged against the confines of his hoodie as he shook her father's hand. Her mother, who stood a quite-statuesque 5' 11" herself, had to rise up slightly on her toes to kiss their cheeks. The pair each stood over 6' tall now, quickly approaching their programmed final heights.
Once the greetings were over, Vanessa strode quickly through the house toward the backyard.
"Traffic was so light on the way here." She pumped her fist in excitement. "We can get a great workout in and shower before the festivities start."
The Friedman backyard had always been filled with workout equipment, and the situation only snowballed as her siblings sprouted from gym rats into superhuman beings of muscular perfection. Barbells, dumbells, and every isolation machine imaginable.
Greg and Laura barely turned away from the squat rack to acknowledge their arrival. The two loaded plates on an Olympic bar until it sagged. Vanessa chose a weight set in the opposite corner, and lifted the barbell into place with a soft clink as Jason began his stretching routine. She turned to join him, only to find her vision unexpectedly filled by a wall of muscle.
Greg sneered at her dismissively, looming over them from only a few paces away.
"No runts in the yard." His voice rumbled as he spoke, and his shoulders muscles bounced as he flexed them intimidatingly.
Greg had grown more, but on his overloaded frame, the difference between 700 and 750 pounds was hardly noticeable at all. He was a couple inches taller now, and she idly wondered what new steroid cocktail had produced that side effect.
"There's-, there's four of everything," Vanessa tried, gesturing broadly to the collection of equipment that would put most commercial gyms to shame.
"No. Runts." Greg reiterated with a glare.
"Oh come on-." Jason stood tall next to her. "We can share, right?"
"You weaklings would be a distraction," Laura shot back with a smirk.
She too had packed on the pounds, exploding from 350 to over 400 pounds of rock-hard, striated muscle. Every motion of her torso caused bulging muscles to swell with size. She had added more height than Greg, up at least four inches from her original 5' 4" stature.
The two giant Friedmans loomed, intimidating their sister for the gall to assume she could breathe the same air. Vanessa snapped.
"Weakling, huh?" Jason's hand landed on her shoulder in silent restraint, but after years of casual dismissal and bullying, her fuse had finally burned its last.
She rolled her shoulders as the fury washed over her in waves. The hand on her shoulder tightened, and she reached up to squeeze back on his forearm, trying to convey her own silent message.
My turn.
Her breath came in pants as she glared at her siblings. With one swift motion, her hoodie flew to the side, leaving her standing in a generously sized white sports bra and leggings.
"I'll show you a weakling," she growled.
And then, with each panting breath, Vanessa began to grow. Her arms swelled thicker with each passing moment as pound after pound of definition packed into her arms. The slim, modest abdominal lines down her torso deepened with each heave of her diaphragm as a powerful six-pack punched further outward as each wave of size filled her body. Her legs thickened and lengthened as deep, defined striations streaked down from hip to ankle, accentuating the new slabs of muscle that forced outward.
With one last shuddering breath, the transformation ended. In seconds, Vanessa had swelled from 6'1" and 210 pounds to an imposing 6' 4" and 300 pounds of rippling muscle.
She charged across the yard toward the massive barbell her siblings had been loading, brushing past a dumbfound Laura and Greg before they had time to process what they had just seen.
Rippling forearms flexed as she grabbed the bar, not even bothering to size up the 1200 pounds of weight on the bar before she effortlessly lifted it off her rack, balancing the bar across her ample chest.
She dropped into a front squat, barely letting out a grunt of exertion as she moved half a ton of steel like it was an empty bar. She squat low two, three, four times before pausing. Gritting her teeth, she heaved the bar skyward, squatting low underneath as she caught it overhead. With a sharp breath, she completed a perfect snatch before letting the loaded bar fall carelessly to the dirt.
"How's that for weak?" she taunted, whirling on her dumbfounded siblings.
Greg looked between her and the bar a few times before he could formulate a response. Vanessa tensed, ready for an apology, or at least validation of her accomplishment.
"Whatever you're on, you have to get us some." A command, as if she had no choice but to obey her leviathan siblings' whims.
Jason rushed to Vanessa's side, catching both Greg and Laura's attention as he plucked the still-loaded barbell from the ground with barely a heave to return it to the rack before handing his girlfriend her discarded hoodie.
"After how you've treated Vanessa all these years, you're lucky she gives you the time of day," he spat at the two giants standing dumbfounded in the middle of the yard.
And as they walked back to the house, Vanessa's extra size melted away with each step, as if it had never been there in the first place.
~
Jason fumbled with the door lock as Vanessa fumed silently. Once the tumbler gave a soft click, and the door swung open, he shot her a concerned look over his shoulder. Dinner had been subdued, and he knew his girlfriend had been valiantly keeping a lid on her anger for the sake of her parents.
"Still angry?" Jason prodded.
"I feel so belittled." She stormed through the doorway, fists clenched with indignation. "What will it take for those two meatheads to treat us with basic human decency?"
Her body whipped around to face Jason again. The rage drained from her form as her head softly thudded into Jason's chest, and he wound his arms around her shoulders.
"At least your siblings are nice," she said.
Jason smiled.
"We'll visit soon." He promised. "For now, you've got some anger to work out."
"Actually I'm-." Her breath hitched as she caught the implication behind what Jason was offering. "Yeah, I could use some stress relief."
She smiled, fisted her hands in his shirt, and slammed him against the wall. Jason grinned as Vanessa pinned him in place and pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck.
"Same limits as usual?" she asked.
"I don't care about these clothes," he replied. "Go crazy."
With a rough tug, she effortlessly ripped her boyfriend's hoodie in half before pressing back into the kiss. She ground insistently on his leg, moving frantically to find any stimulation she could. Jason rode the wave of her arousal, letting Vanessa work out all her pent-up frustration however she felt necessary. As the kiss deepened, he felt her swell, beginning to fill with powerful size for the second time today. She pressed heavier against him with each passing heartbeat, swelling back to her full size.
Her hands made their way downward, and the seams of his sweatpants and underwear split effortlessly with a slight flex of her bulging biceps. They came together again for another kiss as Jason's erection pressed into her torso, and then Vanessa broke away, hands flying to remove her own clothes as quickly as possible.
Once they were both fully naked, clothes and destroyed scraps scattered across the kitchen, Vanessa led Jason by the hand to the bedroom before insistently pressing him down onto the mattress. Once he was flat on his back, he immediately understood her request.
Thick thighs straddled his head, pressing against his temples as she sat on his face. He leaned upward and set to work, drawing the tight patterns with his tongue that he knew she preferred. Vanessa shuddered at the sensation, arching her back as the sensations flowed through her. With nothing to do but let Jason work, she let the pleasure overtake her, unwinding the tension that knotted her chest from a trying day.
She came for the first time, panting and falling forward onto her hands and she took care not to squeeze her boyfriend too hard. As soon as her orgasm ended, she slid backward, lifting her hips. Jason's large shaft stood at dutiful attention, and she slid it effortlessly inside.
She set a frantic pace, pressing breathless kisses up and down his face as she pistoned herself with powerful thighs. No thoughtfulness, no pacing herself, only the quick, aggressive search for carnal release. Ten minutes later, they both got their wish. Vanessa came first, falling apart with a sharp cry as she fought to maintain her pace. Jason fell apart seconds later, his cock pulsing inside her as he finally tipped over the edge and came with a quiet gasp.
She flopped down beside Jason, smiling with warm contentment.
"What next?" she asked.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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