[Prophet Tenebrae]

This is a story I've had on the backburner for a while but recent encouragements on an unrelated project helped me get around to finishing it.

Pretty short compared to my usual fare… but essentially it's just backstory, the ending paving the way for a character in a story I've got down… I'd also toyed with the concept of Betty becoming a Hulk in this fashion on the Addventure and I thought it was a good opportunity for something that wasn't a "BAM! INSTANT HULK!" type situation, like you have with radiation and blood transfusions.

Anyway, I thought I'd post this up here before putting it on Brawna to see if anyone can pick up any typos/glaring errors before I put it there. Feedback is always appreciated.

Betty

When Betty married earth's mightiest mortal she knew that it wasn't going to be an ordinary marriage. As much as she loved her husband she knew that normalcy was probably more than she could ever realistically hope for.

She didn't see it as a bad thing – after all she had spent several years chasing around him all over North America so after such a protracted and strange courtship she was hoping that married life would at least be more sedentary. Obviously Bruce still had some commitments and ties to a few superhero teams but ever since he'd gained total control of his powers he had taken a backseat in the superhero community, not least due to a lingering mistrust the public had for him. Given the rampages that had at one time been the Hulk's trademark, this could hardly be considered surprising – regardless of the number of times he’d helped to save the world.

So with all of that taken into account, the newly weds were taking it easy – relatively speaking at least – and both of them had returned to the world of science that had originally brought them together. Suffice to say that both of them found it rather relaxing compared to the action and adventure that had comprised the last few years. Betty could honestly say that she never thought the inside of a lab would look so good to her.

So things proceeded normally and after a few months fell into a routine so regular that Betty could go through in her sleep. Perhaps – or possibly because of – this she didn't really notice the change. Admittedly it was slow and creeping but even then, she took longer than she should have to see it than she should have. When she did notice it – it took her a while to pluck up the courage to talk to Bruce about it.

"Bruce," she said one night after work. "you haven't noticed anything different about me, have you?"

"Uh…" Dr. Banner looked at his wife carefully before answering. "New haircut?" he ventured carefully.

"No. Not appearance wise… I mean… it's just that, well these past couple of months I think maybe I've been getting… you know… a little more affectionate." Her husband looked at her blankly, so she stumbled on. "It's just I've realised that maybe I've been getting, well hornier." She looked at Bruce, comprehension dawning. "I was just wondering if you agreed with me. Please be honest."

"Until you mentioned it… I hadn't really thought about it much but now that you mention it… I suppose you have been a bit more amorous than usual… but you sound worried – surely it's a good thing?" The physicist offered.

"I don't know Bruce – it's just kind of strange… I'm almost thirty years old now. I'd have thought that after our honeymoon that I'd have gotten rid of all those years of sexual frustration I managed to clock up and it's not exactly as if we've been neglecting it since then either…but today I realised, it's like ever since we got married the difference between what it takes to satisfy me and what it takes to sate me has been growing." She paused and looked self-conscious. "It sounds silly doesn't it?"

"Not at all, Betty." Bruce quickly reassured her. "It's probably just your libido adjusting itself to a more regular life and aren't women supposed to hit their sexual prime around thirty anyway?"

"I suppose so… according to Cosmo and just about every other women's magazines at least. Maybe I am just worrying about nothing… and it is nice. It still feels good, really really good. God, it's getting me hot just thinking about it." Betty said as she started to rub herself against Bruce. It was only a few minutes before she was naked straddling him and was riding him for all she was worth. "Ready to go again?" Betty asked only half-jokingly after they had both climaxed.

"I may be incredible but not quite that incredible." Bruce quipped, Betty replied with only with a pout. Then a look came into her eyes and she let her arms slide from their post coitus embrace as she glided down his body to his semi-flaccid member and started fellating him. "Now that is incredible!" Bruce gasped as his loving wife pleasured him with a skill and tenacity she'd certainly never demonstrated before. Bruce was so blissed out that he had to use every shred of his self-control to stop himself hulking out right there and then. Fortunately he was able to hold it together long enough for Betty to finish her self-appointed task but as soon as she pulled back Bruce gave up the fight and it wasn't long before Betty was lying in bed with ol' green skin. "Have you been taking classes or something?" Bruce asked in a much deeper voice.

"Mmm, no – although there was this article in a magazine… but I guess I was just in the zone." Betty looked at her husband's huge green body – noticing that it was huge… everywhere – and couldn't help but be aroused further. "I must really have done something special to make you get this excited."

"That's something of an understatement, Betty. It's been over a year since I changed involuntarily – so this is just a bit worrying. There's no way a normal woman could handle me. Now I'm just worried that I might change and hurt you while we're having sex."

"Oh, Bruce hun, don't worry about me. I'll be fine – running around the country taught me to take care of myself… although I just realised that we've never done anything with you all big and green." Bruce saw the look he'd previously noticed in Betty's eyes just before she gave him the best blowjob of his life and then she was away worshipping his mighty green flagpole. Betty couldn't fit more than a fraction in her mouth but enough to bring the Hulk to a very vocal orgasm. Betty tried her best but she couldn't swallow it all – and later on she would question why it seemed so important for her to do so – but once she was done she felt strangely satisfied with herself. The satisfaction was accompanied by more than a little pride and an insistent tingling of energy that ran through her whole body. She was also a bit surprised at how good Hulk cum tasted.

"Wow…just, wow. if you'd given the Hulk a few of those maybe he'd have been less cranky." A human Bruce joked after Betty returned from cleaning herself up.

"Play your cards right and you might get some more of that sooner than you think." Betty winked before turning the light off. "Kind of a shame I can't go all of the way with you when you're like that… we could video it and sell the home movies for millions."

"I’m sure bogus penis enlargement companies and therapists everywhere would love you for it but there are several laws of physics that would need to be rewritten first." Bruce replied before rolling over and falling asleep.

Betty had some strange dreams that night. It wasn't unusual for her to dream about things both large and green, they had been the focus of her life for the longest time, after all. Rather it was the content that was so strange. It was decidedly sexual – which was a novelty for her, as she hardly ever had dreams like that – and Betty squirmed in her bed as she imagined everything ranging from innocent intimacy to raw and raunchy lovin' (laws of physics be damned).

When she awoke she found herself panting slightly and more than a little randy. Smiling to herself, she rolled over to where her husband lay, still asleep. Gleefully she began to kiss him while one hand snuck down to his member. Bruce's surprise when he woke to another amazing orgasm was palpable.

Later at the gym, Betty reflected upon the previous night – it had been enjoyable, actually that didn't even begin to explain how good it had felt. She still felt incredibly energetic, her workout was hardly phasing her at all and she hadn't even broken a sweat yet which was pretty surprising given that by now in her routine she was usually perspiring in porcine proportions.

Guess I had a warm up with Bruce this morning… and I've been wired since I woke up. Hell, I’ve been feeling more and more energetic ever since I tied the knot but today I just feel amazing. Maybe it's just the afterglow from last night. She blushed at the memories, it wasn't too long ago that she couldn't even have imagined doing such naughty things.

Not only that but she had found herself increasingly obsessed with her husband's condition and not in a purely scientific way.

I wonder what that kind of power feels like – being able to toss cars like they're nothing or shrug off bullets like they were rain. Betty realised that her thoughts were drifting toward areas inappropriate for a public place and she decided that maybe some weights would keep her raging libido in check. I really have to keep this sex drive in check! Otherwise it seems to start driving me. Betty chided herself as she started to work on the bench-press.

She pushed herself harder than she usually would have and finally started to sweat from her exertion. Feeling bold she put on an extra twenty pounds on the weights and strained to lift it, she found it hard but she managed to get it from the stand but her arms suddenly started to feel under too much strain. She suddenly began panting and her body flooded with adrenaline.

Her muscles bulged and she felt an unfamiliar sensation run through her body. It distracted her so she failed to notice she was effortlessly holding the dumbbell that had moments ago proven too heavy for her above her. When she calmed down a bit she noticed what she was doing and then experimentally tried a few more reps.

It's almost like there's nothing there… it must be the adrenaline. Damn that was stupid of me though. Down right reckless to try that much over my usual. The scientist chided herself. But I can't help myself, I really want to try some more. It should be fine while I’ve got this rush of adrenaline.

She knew it was crazy but she put another thirty pounds on. If it was too hard, she'd just hit the showers and go home but she just couldn't walk away from this challenge… something within her was compelling her to do this and she wasn't backing down. She sweated as she readied herself and then tried.

It was so easy she almost laughed – fifty pounds over her normal limit and she managed ten reps, in under a minute and it was like child's play to her.

She stopped after a while – mainly because she was worried her extra strength would wear off when she finally calmed down and partially because it seemed obvious that it just wasn't a challenge to her.

She went for a shower after that, letting the jet of warm water stream over her. It was so relaxing that she felt she could have stayed in there all day but she had things to do, so she went to towel off. as she did, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror. She turned left and right to get a look at herself in the full length looking glass. She was surprised how toned and buff she looked.I really need to get out in the sun more, I'm looking so pale! She made faces at her reflection, as she critically regarded her unhealthy pallor. Maybe some more time in the garden and what is up with these clothes? These fit just fine a couple of hours ago, I must have been completely on auto-pilot this morning to not notice these were more than a bit on the tight side. Betty sighed and continued to dress.

She was in mild discomfort the whole way on the drive home because of what she attributed to her clothes having shrunk somehow without her noticing. All in all it was becoming a rather strange morning. It was about to get stranger still. When she walked in the door and glanced in the mirror she stared for a minute as she noticed something was not quite right. She quickly ran upstairs to confirm it wasn't just her imagination or the mirror.

What is going on here? Am I going crazy or something? The face looking back at her was her normal slightly tanned tone – not the slightly sickly pale colour she had observed less than thirty minutes ago and was it just her imagination or was her muscle tone far less pronounced too? And my clothes they don't feel tight anymore. could I have imagined it all? Maybe… maybe some trick of my subconscious to make my routine a little more interesting or too little sleep or just my lust addled mind warping my perceptions. I suppose it could easily be any one of those… and they all seem FAR more likely than it being real. More coffee in the morning and fewer late nights will probably cure my over-active imagination. Betty assured herself, taking big deep breaths.

After a few days she had begun to forget about it, though it still niggled in the back of her mind and despite several attempts couldn't even shift anything close to what she did that Saturday morning. Her libido stayed high but she got used to it. She found that it kept the conjugal rights of the marriage interesting and very satisfying.

A few more weeks passed and Betty found herself daydreaming about Hulks again. She had often tried to get Bruce to open up about his experience but he was understandably recalcitrant about it and a bit shy. It was just then she realised that there was someone else that she could ask.

"Hey Jen, how's it going?" Betty asked her cousin-in-law as casually as she could. The two didn’t see each other that often but they tried to keep in touch as best they could. So it wasn’t exactly unusual for one or other to call out of the blue.

"Hey Betty! not too bad, not bad. Just taking a break from saving the world and the hectic world of superhuman law. How about you? How's married life treating you? Bruce treating you right? If he’s not I can come round and put him in a head lock!" She joked.

"Oh, not. Bad thanks. I just called to ask a question." Betty played with the phone cord nervously.

"Shoot." The sassy lawyer said.

"Well, I was just wandering if… I know it sounds silly, especially from me but… What's it like to be a Hulk." There, I’ve said it – no going back now.

"Hardly a strange question. Bruce and I have very different experiences of being big and green – I remember a few years back when I thought that I was going to be stuck like that forever… I wasn't bothered at the time… I just took it in my stride. Of course I wasn’t really stuck like that, it was psychological – I'd become addicted to being the She-Hulk. But then, who wouldn’t want to be and more a veritable sex goddess in jade?” She paused for thought before she continued. “I know guys wanted me and girls wanted to be me and even now when I'm She-Hulk – even after all these years of having this amazing power – I always feel this awesome rush of power and sexiness, just like the first time I changed. Being her is just so sexy! God! You're getting me all psyched to change. As if I haven't ruined enough outfits already this month!" Jen laughed.

"Sorry Jen, you'd have thought I'd know better than to excite a Hulk." The pair laughed.

"How come you want to know anyway?" Jen idly inquired.

"Uh, well… I-" Betty stuttered, not sure what to say.

"Oh, there goes my Avengers communicator. Sorry, I have to go! Speak to you later, Betty!" Jen said before she hung up.

She mentally sighed in relief, there was a twinge of embarrassment. She suddenly realised how amazingly sexy Jen was. A “veritable goddess in jade” was right! Betty mused why had that never occurred to her before?

Betty slipped a hand into her panties and started to tease her clitoris. She had found that it helped alleviate her almost perpetual lust, keeping it at bay until she could unleash it on an unsuspecting Bruce.

Her body seemed to have become more sensitive along with her increased libido – so it wasn't hard for her to get herself off. At first she had felt guilty about it, as if she was a teenager again, appropriate as she felt about as hormonally driven as one. She squirmed deliciously in her seat and let out a long, low sigh of satisfaction.

Orgasmic sensations built within her but she began to become aware of another – strangely familiar – feeling as somehow her clothing started to feel uncomfortable and then downright tight. She didn't stop pleasuring herself though, she kept going and despite her clothes, it felt amazing. The combination of her own ministrations and the intoxicating tingling that was running through her whole body quickly brought her to an epic orgasm. She shuddered violently and was forced to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming aloud.

That was amazing! I've never felt anything so intense in my whole life! Betty thought as she recovered several minutes later.

Even the afterglow felt particularly wonderful. She sank back into her chair and practically purred. Idly she noticed that her voice was a lot throatier than normal and that she was much more acutely aware of how tight her clothing had become.

Not this again! She then looked at her hands because something out the corner of her eye was bothering her about them. Initially they just seemed pale but looking closer, she saw they were a very pale shade of… GREEN?! What the hell is going on here? She began to examine the rest of her body and came to the chilling conclusion that the same was true of the rest of her. Every aspect of her body was now bigger and greener than before. She was a genius, so she was starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Okay. Try and think calmly and rationally. I got horny… then I find that I'm going green and my clothes don't fit… so I must be bigger. Bigger and greener but that must mean… No, how is that even possible? How can I be a Hulk?

With some level of scientific dispassion, she walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection carefully. She pulled down the skin below her left eye and realised that her irises had started to go green. She stuck out her tongue.

God, even my tongue has started to go green. She peered at it a while longer. Funny, I never noticed in all these years that Bruce's tongue changed colour along with the rest of him. Oh no, Bruce! He's going to be devastated by this. He'll blame himself for what's happening to me… it'll be like what he went through with Jen, only worse. I can't hide this from him though… this must have been what happened in the gym! This is much more though, I wasn't green before – just kind of pale and I'm pretty sure that my clothes weren't this tight. I guess I must have some degree of invulnerability otherwise I'd be in some serious pain. This bra alone should have drawn blood.

She admired herself in the mirror again, this time paying close attention to her bust. She'd always had a modest but perky bosom that she was quite proud of. At the same time though, she had spent enough of her life in superhero circles to have developed a bit of a complex – not helped by the sometimes wandering eyes of Bruce. So for her breasts to be closer to the large and fulsome bosoms of the average superheroine thrilled her more than she would care to admit. Her hands gently caressed them and she sighed softly.

These are definitely a fringe benefit. She hefted her breasts to get a feel for their weight. They offered a rather satisfying feel and Betty thrilled to imagine them getting even bigger. Flexing her arm it was easy for her imagining bigger muscles or most exciting of all just bigger all over. If I'm this sexy now… just think how sexy I'll be as a full Hulk! Then me and Bruce can do the deed in shades of green. Her most intimate – and now green – regions tingled at the notion.

She took a few days to workup the courage to tell Bruce, she knew how he'd react and she wasn't looking forward to it one bit. She knew that Bruce was stubborn and she was fully aware that regardless of what she said to him, he'd take it badly. Not just that but she had wanted to make sure the change got on a little further, she found it rather seductive – the idea that next time she changed that she'd be bigger and stronger and sexier was starting to become intoxicating.

Haha, the thought of seeing Jennifer and looking her right in the eye or beating her – hell, any of Bruce's super best friends – at an arm wrestle… that alone would make this entire thing worthwhile. Well, almost… if Bruce blames himself for this, I'm going to have a hard time getting him to forgive himself… hee, I think Betty Hulk might have to do the job. She paused. Hmm, that name needs work.

Slowly, something dawned on her.

God! Dad is going to freak when he finds there's another Hulk in the family. Still, I don't imagine it can be much worse than the time I told him Bruce and I were getting married… at least, I hope not. Still, I'll just have to cross those bridges when I come to them. This is getting complicated – I'm starting to understand how Bruce felt… well, without the military chasing me around the country or the supervillians or the emotional trauma or… She paused to consider. Ok, maybe not quite that much understanding but more than I had before.

Betty chewed her lip fretfully and realised she had probably gotten in over her head. Although, it's not like I choose this… it just kind of happened. Pretty astronomical odds on something like that happening really. I guess there must be some kind of explanation and it probably has something to do with Bruce… it can't be proximity… but maybe… bodily fluids! That must be it! That's kind of creepy and sexy at the same time.

Betty stroked her chin it all finally clicked. Jen had become a Hulk because of a gamma tainted blood transfusion, it made a kind of perverse sense. It must have taken all that time for the gamma radiation to build up in her. So damned obvious in hindsight! Hmm, I ought to warn Jen about this after I tell Bruce. Just in case. That still left the issue of telling Bruce. Which she was still dreading.

Eventually she managed to steel herself for the confrontation that evening – with a little help from a few glasses of red wine. That dose of Dutch courage let her get over her anxiety and start giving some serious consideration to what she was actually going to do. Unfortunately, while the wine had soothed her nerves it had also caused her to become increasingly antsy.

She could feel something building inside her. For a brief moment she thought it was just the wine but it continued to build. Her breathing became fast and shallow and she found her pulse starting to race. The feelings of arousal mixed with a swelling sense of power and strength. Slowly it dawned on her that she was changing again.

Oh no! Bruce will be home any minute. She tried to calm herself but the feelings of the change were starting to become too intoxicating for her. She couldn't fight the change and there was part of her that didn't want to fight it. God it feels good! She couldn't help but moan, her breath coming faster as her transformation started to accelerate.

She looked at her hands, they had started to grow larger and larger and greener and greener. It was strange for her to watch it happen. She could feel the heady mix of pleasure and pain as her muscles swelled and bones lengthened and intellectually she knew that she was becoming a Hulk but she felt somehow detached from the process.

I'm getting big. She thought serenely, looking at her bulging breasts as they started to put her top to the test. Previously they had been average and quite perky but they were becoming ever larger and rounder and of course, ever more green. Wow, I'm going to give Jen a real run for her money if these get much larger! She felt oddly proud at that, in fact she felt pretty confident period. She had never really thought herself to be insecure but now she felt an over-abundance of self-esteem. Not just that but she felt so uninhibited, which was probably why she didn't feel self-conscious about lying on the floor feeling herself up.

Her enhanced body responded eagerly to her touch and she moaned loudly. She felt her clothes getting tighter against her skin as her muscles started to become bigger and more powerful, as her entire body started to swell. While her intoxication from the pleasure of the change was still growing, her enhanced body was metabolising the alcohol in her system.

Just as she was starting to rub her hands along the inside of her thigh, she started to sober up. Which meant that she realised her husband would be home in short order… and that shock was sufficient to kill the arousal and excitement that had been so overwhelming. As if in tacit acknowledgement of this, her body quickly started to shift back to normal. The sickly green shade diminished, the extra muscle and mass melting away, even more quickly than it had appeared.

After thirty seconds, Betty Ross was… Betty Ross… as she had always been. Not that she found anything at all familiar with the circumstances of being herself. She’d just been… well, on the verge of becoming a Hulk. The power had been flowing into her. She had tasted something few humans ever did. It had been far more intoxicating than her wine. While the alcohol gave her a numb sense of euphoria, the power she’d felt was invigorating… not just power but confidence and sexuality… she’d had just a taste of it and her appetite was whet. Now she was absolutely sure of something. She wanted more.

Her hand slipped down between her legs, the temptation to stroke her sex was unbelievable. Not just because of the satisfaction her body was demanding, the swift and powerful wave of orgasmic relief to the sexual tension… Betty’s clothes felt tighter again for a moment and she could feel the Hulkish part of her stir again.

No… I’ve got to wait. Betty chided herself. I almost lost control there… it was so… captivating. She was stirred from her introspection by the arrival of her husband.

“Hey honey, I got home a little early today – we finished up-” Bruce’s sentence was never to be finished as Betty’s desire to satiate her lust asserted itself. He found himself being kissed passionately by his wife and in a frenzy of motion they were in the bedroom. Bruce wasn’t sure how it happened but they were on the bed, his trousers and pants were around his ankles and Betty was straddling him… he wasn’t about to complain.

Betty’s mind was awash with a confusion of thoughts. The Hulk part of her driving the wanton lust and the urge for more power, more strength. As she worked her way closer to orgasm, the change within her began to stir again but Betty restrained it. She could still feel that other body within her, waiting to fully emerge – straining to get out.

This is so hard to control! Betty thought as orgasm approached.

“Oh GOOOODD!” Betty screamed as she and Bruce orgasmed in unison. The infusion of Bruce’s cum into Betty’s body merely amplified her pleasure. Betty’s reign over her physiology started to slip… the Hulk part of her, as if anxious to purge Betty of her weakness, seized the opportunity.

“Bruuuce, hulk out for me.” Betty pleaded, as she rolled over – the orgasmic warmth transitioning into the more insidious pleasure of the change.

“Huh, feeling kinky again?” Bruce chuckled, unaware of what was happening to her.

As Bruce began his own change, Betty struggled to keep hers from progressing too far. The latest infusion of gamma radiation from her husband was making it far harder than it had been only ten minutes ago and she could feel the power, that delicious power, starting to make her bigger and stronger. She could already feel herself starting to stretch out, her muscles grow and her breasts swell outward.

I’ve got to keep it under control. Betty chided herself as she rolled over.

Moving was a little difficult for her as she fought her body’s insistence on hulking out but she managed to position herself in front of Bruce’s now very green and very large erection. The sight of it made her body shudder with excitement and she could feel her body bulking up, knowing her tentative control of her body’s transformation was going to falter, she quickly set to work.

There was little intimacy in her ministrations, merely an intense and almost ruthless efficiency intended to make her husband orgasm as quickly as possible. In less than a minute her efforts were rewarded and she greedily swallowed all that she was offered, almost instantly feeling an infusion of power.

No going back now, Betty. She thought to herself as her body’s change broke free of her control. She started to feel the trickle of power that had been flowing into her body become a raging torrent.

Even as her eyes went bright green, she continued with her plan… she, Betty Ross, was going to fuck the Incredible Hulk and become his Incredible She-Hulk. His manhood had already recovered – Betty eyed it again… it didn’t seem quite as big anymore… still huge but…

Time for Betty Hulk to fuck! She thought as her skin started to take on a green tinge, her toned body started to develop muscles. She could feel the changes to her womanhood progressing… so she made her move.

She didn’t rush… the Hulk side of her was still tempered by her common sense but Bruce was still a little bit out of it, so she could afford to take her time. She positioned herself over his big green dick, took a deep breath and lowered herself. As if sensing what was happening, her body grew more rapidly and Betty found herself able to take in much of the Hulk’s considerable length.

“OHHHHH!” Betty felt so utterly filled, her body still growing and shifting making the borderline pain shift into true pleasure. The combination of this with the sensuality of the change made her giddy, drunk on the pleasure and the power.

Instinctively, she started to ride the Hulk as she herself became bigger, sexier and stronger with each thrust. Her breasts swelled out from her chest obscenely, growing so large that even the Hulk’s mighty hands couldn’t encompass them. Her muscles continued to bulge outwards, going from merely toned to impressively ripped in a matter of mere minutes.

Betty was too taken in the moment to really notice any of it in but her change had reached it’s conclusion, leaving her a rich shade of green with Amazonic stature and a body that was some glorious combination of female body builder, big bust pin-up and fitness model, currently fucking her colossal green husband like a porn star. The Hulk side of her was in full evidence as she moaned in a rich, sultry voice as she wantonly moved her body with animalistic passion.

There was only one thing on Betty’s mind now – climax.

Her motion was so energetic, it seemed quite something the bed – or indeed the entire house – would shake apart but somehow, it endured Betty’s frenzied thrusting as she pushed herself and her husband toward mutual orgasm. It built and built, both lovers fully taken in the moment oblivious to everything else.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity – but in reality was closer to three minutes – they both orgasmed. Waves of pleasure spread through Betty’s body like ripples across a pond. Her entire body spasmed and she bucked wildly, while her pussy greedily accepted the copious new infusion of jism. The already large and hulking Betty was starting to get bigger.

Bruce, shaken from post-orgasmic revelry finally returned to the moment. He watched as his already big, green wife – still holding his manhood inside her – started to get bigger still. Her hair, already a wild mass of thick green curls became even more voluminous. Her already epic breasts swelled outward even further. Her frame broadened even as she started to inch upwards in height again.

Her moans of pleasure continued as she continued to become ever more Hulkish. Her already proud jade muscles bulged outwards even more. There was a final surge of growth that made Betty scream a loud, sultry scream of supreme pleasure before she slumped forward, her massive breasts mashing against her husband’s chiselled chest. Even though she was horizontal, it was quite clear that she was enormous.

“Wow…” Bruce couldn’t really say much more… he had a hundred questions for his wife but that was all he could manage.

“Shh.” Betty said, putting a large green finger to his lips. “There’s plenty of time for questions later… right now, I want to see how a Hulk tit fucks.”

It was a little over two months later… all the questions were appropriately answered and life for Betty and Bruce returned to normal… almost. Betty becoming a fully fledged Hulk obviously led to a few changes.

The most obvious was that the couple made love on an almost daily basis. Betty’s libido – Hulk or otherwise – had skyrocketed… and she loved it. She’d taken to changing during sex. In fact, she found it impossible to not Hulk out… not that she tried particularly hard to stop.

She hadn’t had anymore big growth spurts due to Bruce’s cum, although she was sure that she still grew a little every time… which she revelled in. She’d already had more than a little fun teasing an incredulous Jen as she hulked and stood more than two heads taller than her and then effortlessly beat her at arm wrestling. The original She-Hulk was somewhat consoled that Betty was also able to beat Bruce too and stood several inches taller than him.

Betty didn’t let on just how much of a turn on that was… she could beat Earth’s mightiest mortal without breaking a sweat and she was still getting stronger. Usually just thinking about it was enough to provoke a Hulk out. Not that she ever complained about that… it had devastated her wardrobe but gave her such pleasure and satisfaction she didn’t care – especially when she was big and green.

All in all, they were fun days for Betty – her gamma fuelled libido ensuring many wild nights for the two green titans and her newly found sense of confidence meant she made far greater progress in her career in a month than she had in the previous year.

In fact, things really couldn’t have been going any better for Betty Banner until…

“Hey honey, what’s wrong?” Bruce asked a unusually concerned look Betty.

“Bruce… I’m pregnant.” Betty replied.

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Interesting.

It's…different. Kind of NC-17, actually.

The concept is borderline award-winning, to be honest…just…a little too graphic for my tastes.  :-X

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Awww… and there was me hoping for the Pixxxie post story cigarette of approval.

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Awww… and there was me hoping for the Pixxxie post story cigarette of approval.

Sorry.

It does get the "Cuppa" Of Approval!!!!

🙂

[Prophet Tenebrae]

I graciously accept the "Cuppa of approval".

Also, I have to ask… why is the concept borderline award winning? I casually mentioned the idea to Tamara and her response was "oh, lots of stories have the Hulk schmex a girl and her hulk out too", so I'm going to posit it's probably not on the grounds of originality.

And yes, it was pretty graphic… I should have put a warning on it: may contain copyright infringement, gratuitous fanservice and hulk penis…

That said, I suppose I actually missed the chance for some graphic hulk on hulk action at the end – I even had a momentary temptation to add in a scene in the epilogue where Betty and Jen sneak off to have some all girl fun – but I think that the last scene was one glorious orgy of masturbatory fantasy in itself… and I find that if you just keep going on and on with sex and/or TF without respite… it gets to be numbing, hence me curtailing it… and I think with Betty's final growth spurt, anything that followed would probably have been somewhat anti-climactic by comparison.

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it… out of interest, what's your comfort zone as regards graphicness?

[ratlaf]

I thought it was a great story!  Not over the top graphic in my opinion but a NSFW label may alert people to what they're going to find… 

I didn't immediately notice any typos or errors, but I wasn't looking to closely either.

Thanks!!  ;D

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Cairnseeker read over it and pointed out two slight grammatical anomalies… which given 0 editing isn't bad. Glad you liked it.

[KeithXZ]

I thought that was a good start to a potentially great story line.

It has been a while since I've read it, but I believe the "site standard" was no sex and no severe violence with minors or animals — or something like that.  If that is still the standard, this story is clearly okay as far as that goes.

As far as my personal opinion, I didn't find the sex too graphic at all. 

In fact, if you'd wanted to, you could have gone into more visual detail, and you could have created a few situations/complications to reveal even more about Betty's emotions in dealing with her changes.

It all depends on what kind of story you want to write.  If you make it slower and more detailed to please people like me, other people will may start to complain about it dragging on too slowly.

I've heard it said, and I agree, that mainstream US culture is much more tolerant of graphic violence than most western European cultures, but much less tolerant of graphic sex.  And of course there are differences depending on where in the US or where in Europe one is talking about.  Of course different individual people have different tastes, and our tastes can change from one day to the next.

Here in Canada, generally, we are close to the USA, maybe 1/3 of the way towards Western Europe. 

Returning to this story, it is a good story, and I think the story line has a lot of potential for further development.

Thank you for the story Prophet Tenebrae!

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Thanks for the appreciation, KeithXZ but really… that's it for this story. I've got far too many things half-finished on the backburner to be doing more work on this… it's nicely wrapped up and to be honest… not just that but I don't really see where it would go from here.

Anyway, I'm glad everyone has enjoyed it thus far. The feedback is appreciated.

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