Chapter 3

Altawoman hadn’t intended to let things get this far, but here she was again-- large, in charge and ready for some action! She rubbed her hands down her sculpted abs, purring to herself with pleasure. As Allie West, she was attracted to Jennifer Walters, but all the dull protocols and niceties of her mortal self had held her back. Having a few drinks had relaxed Allie’s inhibitions and brought her more in touch with her amorous Altawoman side. She’d known that slow dancing with Jen on a crowded dancefloor swimming with hormones was almost certainly going to trigger the transformation in her-- and she hadn’t cared. Still, when she’d felt it starting during that steamy clinch with Jen, enough of Allie’s prudence had returned for her to make sure she didn’t start growing and bursting out of her dress in the middle of a crowded room! Fighting the sensations of the change…feeling her tight pussy starting to throb and tingle as the Alta-energy grew stronger inside her… Allie had led Jen away from the dancefloor, her mind racing to think of a secluded place they could reach quickly. Feeling her body starting to subtly alter as her internal energy pulsed, Allie’s initial idea of heading to a dark corner of the car park had to be rejected. She could already feel her breasts and buttocks expanding. Her sense of gravity shifting as she became taller. She could slow down the change, but nothing at that point could have prevented it from taking place. Using some of her burgeoning telepathic powers, which were one of her abilities as Altawoman, Allie had mentally influenced two bouncers to move away from the door to the staff area, allowing her and Jen to pass through. Allie was normally reluctant to use any form of mind control, but it was a mild suggestion and would only leave the two security staff  feeling mildly confused. As she’d felt the transformation really start to kick into gear, Allie found the perfect spot-- a storeroom that looked like it didn’t receive too many visitors. As soon as the door had closed, Jen had jumped on Allie’s bones-- and that was that. 

Transformed now into the Princess of Pleasure, Altawoman was not obligated to any of her alter-ego’s silly rules and etiquette. She knew Jen wanted her-- and baby she was gonna take her!

“You’ve got me all worked up, sweetie” Altawoman’s sultry, caramel tones rolled from her larger throat. She sat back down on the crate and leant back on her arms. Slowly, she spread her long, muscular legs wide and then reached down to spread herself.

“Come back over here and finish what you started.”

Altawoman expected Jen to smile her dirty smile and slink back over, ready to demonstrate some more of that incredible incredible talent for oral sex. Altawoman’s pussy throbbed a little in anticipation, causing a few sparkles of Alta-energy to shoot out from her vulva. 

However, Jen had appeared not to hear her. She was still sat on her knees, clutching her head and groaning as if in pain. Concerned, Altawoman got up and moved towards Jen, her generous breasts swaying and undulating. 

Jen looked up from the cups of her palms, and Altawoman stopped in her tracks.

Jen’s eyes had turned a haunting, faintly glowing green! She was starting to change into the She Hulk.

Altawoman hissed between clenched teeth. Dammit! She’d been hoping for some naughty fun with Jen, but it looked like she was going to have to deal with an angry She-Hulk instead. 

So much for Jen’s amazing self-control… thought Altawoman bitterly as she summoned her battle-dress. On the floor, the ruined red dress, shoes and coat of Allie West suddenly rose into the air surrounded by a faint purple aura. They swirled together suddenly as if they were in the drum of some invisible washing machine, glowing an incandescent silver.  Allie’s clothes were now no longer recognisable as clothes, having been transmuted by powerful Alta-Magic into a whirlpool of mercury spinning in midair. The whirlpool sluiced its way onto Altawoman’s naked body, moulding around her to form a metallic- looking one-piece body suit, wrist-guards, thigh-high boots and a gleaming tiarra.

On the ground, Jen’s own clothing was on it’s way to sharing a similar fate to Allie’s. 

Jen’s crisp white blouse and black jeans tightened around her frame. Creases and folds vanished as growing muscles filled any slack in her garments. Dark hair began to spool over broadening shoulders, kinking and curling as it travelled down Jen’s back and chest. 

Slowly drawing herself up onto her knees, Jen placed her hands on the tops of her thighs and spread them slightly. She drew up her head, eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted as if in intense concentration. Her chest heaved, the front of her blouse bowing out as her breasts expanded. Buttons splayed, offering hints of lime tinted flesh beneath, as well as Jen’s wickedly lacy brassiere. Leaning her head back and pushing out her chest (an action which caused two buttons to ping off), Jen growled in a bassy, bestial tone that actually made Altawoman shudder.

The blonde-haired Amazon tensed and adopted a fighting stance.

“UuGGHggggrrrrr!”

Jen growled again, her eyes still tight shut, her expression somewhere between anger, pain, ecstasy…even lust. Altawoman saw that in addition to the eerie green tint that was becoming increasingly prevalent across her skin, Jen’s face was changing. Her cheekbones were higher… the set of her jaw becoing angular and more prominent…her eyebrows thicker…her lips fuller. 

The sounds of rupturing, tearing cloth filled the air. First the seams split apart at Jen’s shoulders, sculpted delts pushing their way out. Then two rents appeared over the knee of each leg of Jen’s jeans. Each rent became a longer split that travelled further up the leg. A fault line of fraying denim that exposed smooth, light green skin beneath. Jen continued to groan and growl, her neat shoulder-length hair now a black mane of twists and curls that shook over her back and shoulders. 

Sleeves stretched around cantaloupe-sized biceps, and tore away from sinewy green forearms. Hidden from Altawoman’s view as they were tucked under Jen’s legs, shoe leather buckled and burst as Jen’s swelling green feet outgrew her footwear. Altawoman heard further ripping noises from behind Jen, which she took to be the seat of her pants or the back of her blouse splitting. She guessed correctly on both counts. Taut to the limits that it’s fabric would allow, Jens white blouse pulled apart revealing a broad back swarming with throbbing muscle groups. The rear of Jen’s jeans, were Altawoman able to see them, had steadily been ballooning with the growth of Jen’s buttocks. Now the pressure of those expanding glutes had become too great, and the seat suddenly burst open to reveal bare green skin, and a pair of lacy white panties being hungrily swallowed by the deep cleft of Jen’s swelling buttocks.

The change was reaching it’s apex. 

Other rips across Jen’s shoulders and back had given the front of her blouse some slack. Her expanding bust had been straining against her buttons, but the release of pressure from other areas of the garment meant that her now huge breasts could be-- just about--concealed. The top four buttons had still popped off, allowing a mountainous, heaving green cleavage to be exposed. The hard peaks of erect nipples poked rudely beneath the white material leaving little to the imagination. Altawoman could make out the wide dark disks of aureolas beneath the blouse, meaning that Jen’s boobs must have burst right through the cups of her bra. 

Jen’s jeans had faired less well. Massive green thighs, with sculpted green quads snaking down each lengthy limb, had entirely shredded them. Threads of frayed denim criss-crossed Jen’s long and very muscular green legs. The zipper at the front had burst apart, allowing a muscular pubic mound to push through. Jen’s panties were taut against her, and Altawoman could see that they had moulded themselves around her sex.

Another, longer and deeper growl came, announcing that Jennifer Walters was no more.

Slowly, the savage She Hulk drew herself up to her full,seven foot height. 

Altawoman bunched her fists. She Hulk grunted, pushing away the frayed waistband and brushing the remaining scraps of denim from her hips and thighs. She was clad only now in her torn white blouse and panties, an arrangement of clothing that She-Hulk arrived in so often that it had become something of a signature look for her. Jen deliberately wore long blouses in an attempt to conceal her modesty, but the hem only fluttered over the tops of She-Hulk’s tall green thighs, and left the great green apple of her ass fully exposed. 

The blouse had managed to conceal She-Hulk’s voluptuous chest--this time-- but those buttons were hanging on for dear life. Her stupendous bust looked ready to cleave open the halves of her shirt at any moment. 

Shaking her head, She Hulk looked around, and spotted Altawoman. Instantly, she snarled, baring teeth that looked almost pearlescent contrasted against the deep green of her flesh. Her posture became crouched, combative. 

“Yellow-Hair!” Growled She Hulk. Altawoman took a deep breath. Here we go…

The She Hulk stepped forward, her bare feet leaving behind the burst shells of Jen’s shoes. Altawoman raised her fists.

“I don’t want to fight you, She Hulk”, she said calmly but warningly. “But you know that if you come at me, I won’t go down easily!”

At this, She Hulk suddenly looked puzzled. 

“She Hulk…not want to fight”. As if to explain her intentions, two large green hands gripped the lapels of her torn white blouse-- and pulled them apart.

Altawoman’s eyes widened as a pair of very large green breasts sprang out, jiggling atop a muscular green torso. She-Hulk grinned, and lunged herself forward at Altawoman. She grabbed the silver chest-plate of the blonde Amazon’s unitard and yanked it roughly away. Caught by surprise, Altawoman gave a slight gasp as her own impressive endowments were once again bared. She-Hulk cupped those massive boobs in her hands, squeezing and kneading them rather too roughly for Altawoman’s liking. Gently, but firmly, she took hold of She-Hulk’s wrists.

“Not like that.”

Altawoman placed her hands on the soft mounds of She-Hulk’s heaving, verdant bust. She began to smooth over the warm flesh, tracing the circumference of each breast and gently squeezing them. 

She-Hulk moaned softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Altawoman leaned forwards and brushed aside She-Hulk’s thick dark locks from her neck. She brought her lips up to a green ear and whispered.

“This is the way I like to be touched. Do you like being touched like this too?”

Altawoman started to kiss She-Hulk’s exposed neck. She felt the green-skinned woman shiver and grunt with pleasure. 

The golden-haired superheroine thought for a second that this gentle foreplay might relax She-Hulk enough to revert to Jen, but She-Hulk had other ideas.

Driven crazy with the pleasure of Altawoman’s kissing and caressing, She-Hulk growled and grabbed for her. Planting her thick green lips on Altawoman’s own, She-Hulk began her own physical response. She wrapped her powerful green arms around Altawoman’s broad back, tracing her hands over the rippling sinews and bulging muscle groups. Moving down the curvature of her back, She-Hulk’s hands found their way to Altawoman’s bulbous buttocks. 

Judging by the way she was grabbing and squeezing her ass, Altawoman could tell that She-Hulk was feeling quite hot for her. She was used to that with most of her sexual partners, but the problem was, not all of her lovers had the power to rip a dump-truck in half with their bare hands. As she’d discovered during their previous encounters, Altawoman had found that it was a good idea to take charge during sex with She-Hulk. Jen’s alter-ego had an amazing body, and it was great to throw down with somebody who could match Altawoman’s own formidable libido, but sensuous lovemaking this wasn’t. It was, if anything, more like a fight.

The huge, hulked-out women rolled onto the ground and around the room, knocking over boxes, smashing into shelves, scattering any items that were contained on them. Their foreplay became almost like an actual fight at one point, with She-Hulk trying to wrestle with Altawoman. She pinioned the golden Amazon’s arms to the ground, but Altawoman simply growled and thrust her torso upward, bouncing She-Hulk away from her. Altawoman quickly rolled herself onto She-Hulk and they locked hands, their biceps bulging like melons as one pair of  awesomely strong arms contested another.

“Play nice…!” Altawoman growled at She-Hulk. The green Amazon merely bared her teeth in an expression that was either playful or aggressive.

“She-Hulk doesn’t play nice…She-Hulk just wants to FUCK!”

A surge of strength took Altawoman by surprise, and she was knocked onto her own back. Snarling victoriously, She-Hulk threw herself on Altawoman, kissing and biting at her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Green fingers dug roughly into the sides of Altawoman’s bodysuit, and tugged. Pulling the silvery garment down Altawoman’s hips and thighs, She-Hulk moved her mouth down the tightly sculpted grid of Altawoman’s abs before moving towards her lower pelvis. 

Altawoman groaned. She wasn’t sure she liked being manhandled like this, but She-Hulk could do things with her mouth that were incredibly sophisticated for a supposedly mindless savage. As she felt that long green tongue lapping at her pubic mound, she gave a great shudder of anticipation, drawing her hands up to her considerable bosoms and caressing them. 

When that tongue reached her pussy-lips…licked the nub of her clitoris…pushed itself inside of her… Altawoman cried out in ecstasy.

She writhed and bucked, moaned and gasped. She kneaded and pressed her boobs, pinching her nipples until she thought she might scream from the pleasure. 

She-Hulk was herself enjoying Altawoman’s rapturous response to her oral pleasuring. But between her green skinned legs, her own sex felt like a furnace of aching carnal desire. Her own needs would have to be addressed soon. As she was about to get up and demand that Altawoman pleasure her, She-Hulk felt her partner sit up and place a hand on her head.

“I don’t want to cum that way, baby”, said Altawoman smiling down at She-Hulk. “And you need some attention yourself. Here, lets try a different position.” She-Hulk growled impatiently.

“OK. Yellow-Hair better promise. She-Hulk horny! She-Hulk wants Yellow-Hair to--”

Altawoman placed a finger on She-Hulk’s green lips. Sex with the green she-creature was intense, but her crude and simple-minded utterances were embarrassing. Whatever was going to come out of that big green cavewomans mouth next was surely just going to be too crude for Altawoman, and she didn’t want to ruin the mood.

I’ve got a good way of shutting her up, thought Altawoman wantonly.

She firmly but gently pushed She-Hulk onto her back and then straddled her. She-Hulk was briefly puzzled when Altawoman then turned her back to face her, but quickly caught on as she felt strong hands prizing apart her thick green thighs. Altawoman then scooped her long blonde hair away from her face and shoulders and lowered her head down. She-Hulk’s green eyes widened as she felt Altawoman’s mouth make contact with her. Then she saw that tan, muscular ass moving closer into her line of vision. Altawoman was spreading herself, and She-Hulk’s heart pounded at the sight of the golden Amazon’s most intimate parts fully revealed. She buried her face between Altawoman’s buttocks and began to noisily pleasure her. 

Matt closed the door on the nightclub floor behind him and sighed with relief. It was not even midnight yet, and he was already sick and tired of dealing with drunk people. He’d started his shift a little over three hours ago, and a quick glance at his phone revealed that he had another four to go, plus another hour for cleaning. Muttering under his breath, he looked down at the plate he was holding to examine it’s contents. A sandwich with cold bacon and too much mayo, plus a bag of potato chips he’d bought from a vending machine. Sighing, and trying to feel appreciative that at least this place made an effort to feed their staff (unlike some of the other joints he’d worked at), Matt made his way to the storeroom. 

Matt always ate his dinner in the storeroom. It was warm and quiet, and only the occasional throbbing of the bass interrupted his peace. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a strange noise coming from underneath the door. The sound of someone groaning in sexual ecstasy. Matt gave a significantly less than ecstatic groan himself. He pressed an ear against the door, and his worst fears were confirmed-- there were two people having sex in there.

That meant Matt would have to go in there, break it up, and try and evict the copulating couple from the club. And when the couple inevitably refused to leave, and started to argue with him, he’d have to find a bouncer to do the evicting for him. This would likely take all of his allotted twenty minute break, meaning he would be struggling on until four in the morning with no food and not even a chance to sit down. 

“Screw this!” He snarled, and pushed open the door. Ready to deliver a foul-mouthred tirade, Matt was stopped in his tracks when he saw what he was confronted with. The whole room had been turned over--or more likely rolled over-- boxes and their contents were strewn everywhere, and even the shelves had been torn from the walls. In the midst of this wanton destruction, two very large female forms lay on top of one another. From where Matt was standing, he could only see the woman on the bottom’s long, thickly muscled legs, encased in silver thigh-high boots and spread wide. The other, more alarming woman, was lying facing front forward, her head buried between the other woman’s legs. She rose her head, her dangling black tresses parting to reveal a green-skinned face. Matt noticed that the other woman was naked from the waist up, but his view of her most intimate parts was somewhat obscured by an etherial glowing light that seemed to be shining from within her---

Matt shook his head and looked up at the green woman. She was huge… strangely beautiful, but also really pissed off  looking. A voice came from behind her.

“Ohh, She-Hulk, don’t stop! I’m so close now…”

Matt’s jaw moved, but no sound came out except a weird sort of mewling.

The She-Hulk? Here? In this club? Oh SHIT!

He wanted to run, but he was frozen to the spot, fixed there by the haunting gaze of She-Hulk’s piercing green irises. Suddenly she spoke in a voice that was low and menacing.

“Get OUT.”

Matt didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of their, dropping his plate and barely registering the sound of it shattering on the concrete floor. He pelted back into the club and made his way to the first member of staff he could find. It was Sinita, one of the tougher bouncers that the Boiler Room employed. Perfect! Matt had heard she’d been an amateur MMA fighter some time before her current employment. She was small but squat and powerful, and had a reputation as the most formidable member of security in the building. If anyone could deal with the She-Hulk it was her!

Matt ran up to Sinita who looked bewildered as he began ranting hysterically in her face. She held up her hands in an effort to placate the overexcited young man.

“Woah, woah, woah! Slow down, son!”

Matt composed himself, taking a deep breath.

“It's the storeroom. There are two women in there having---” Matt gulped awkwardly, fishing for the correct phrase--”RELATIONS”, he settled on. Sinita raised an eyebrow.

“OK, well show me to 'em.” 

Matt continued to annoyingly gibber as he led the way back through the throng of nightclubbers. 

“They're both really BIG, Darshelle! And one of them—I think she's that SHE-HULK!”

Sinita sighed to herself. Luckily for this scrappy looking dude, she was having a slow night, and even breaking up an act of cotius was better than just standing around. Even so, she wasn't looking forward to her task. It sounded like these girls were into some kind of freaky shit, judging by how badly this barman had been shaken up. 

He ought to see what I get up to with my girl, thought Sinita with a sly smile. He'd probably give himself a heart attack! 

Back in the store room, Altawoman could feel her climax approaching. The She-Hulk was a brute, but her tongue was long and deft. The green-skinned goddess had been expertly stimulating her clitoris and now Altawoman could feel the stirrings of an incredible orgasm! The Amazonian blonde groaned, feeling the familiar tension build inside her, the powerful muscles in her groin and inner thighs tensing up. She wanted to cum, but she needed to hold it back until she could make She-Hulk cum first. An orgasm whilst in Alta-form would trigger her transformation back into Allie West. If she managed to avoid being crushed underneath the giant green woman, she would then be faced with the task of dealing with a sexually frustrated She-Hulk, and Altawoman didn't want that. Ignoring the waves of pleasure starting to pulse from her pussy, Altawoman maximised her efforts to stimulate She-Hulk, pushing her tongue deeper and more forcefully into her...

Sinita could hear the frenzied grunting emanating from the store room from the end of the corridor. She was taken aback by the sound. There was something in the timbre of those voices-- in one of those voices-- that sounded something other than human. She shook her head, blaming the echoing properties of the old building they were in for distorting the sound. Still, she advanced towards the doors with a little more caution in her stride. 

The grunting and groaning suddenly became more frenzied, and then became wails of ecstasy! Sinita paused in her tracks. Better to let these two finish what they had started, at least. She was about to burst in when she was surprised by several flashes of light that illuminated the cracks between the door and the frame. Frowning, Sinita watched the bursts of light flashing from white, to pink, to green before stopping altogether. Then came silence. 

Sinita's brow knitted. Whatever the hell these two were up to in there, she was going to be the one who put an end to it. She placed her hand firmly on the door handle-- and took it away again, because the door was already opening. 

Before she had time to do or say anything, a small brown haired woman in a cream coloured coat rushed past her and through the fire escape. As Sinita yelled out a challenge, another figure darted from the store room. Matt raised his eyebrows to see that the woman, slim and dark haired, appeared to be wearing nothing except a black leather jacket, which she drew around herself tightly. She caught Matt's eye, and smiled at him.

“Sorry!” She mouthed, before rushing past Sinita and escaping through the fire-escape door like her partner. 

Sinita followed, stepping through the doors and out onto a steel balcony with a staircase that ran into an alleyway behind the club. The strange pair were already running towards the car park, where Sinita would have escorted them to anyway. She seethed a little, a little disappointed that there would be no confrontation, especially when it sounded like the two women should have been formidable opponents! 

She joined Matt in the storeroom, hoping to find out just what had been going on. 

Inside, they found a mess-- boxes strewn, glasses smashed, wood splintered-- but most oddly of all, scraps of clothing. Torn pieces of denim and cotton fabric. The ruined shells of a pair of black ankle boots. A stretched and frayed black denim waistband. A bra that looked as though whatever it had been containing had just...burst out of it. 

Sinita held up to the light some shreds of lace that might once have been a pair of panties.

Just what the hell had happened in here?

Down in the car park, Allie was striding furiously, her high-heels clicking against the tarmac and her right hand tightly gripping her purse. Jen was right behind her, cackling away helplessly. Allie was sober now-- they both were, their transformations into their super-powered alter-egos having burned away the alcohol from their metabolisms. As a property of her own mystical transformation process, Allie's clothing had been repaired and restored. Jen was not so lucky, but she had at least had the foresight to remove her jacket before becoming She-Hulk. She'd zipped it up to cover her chest, and quickly fashioned a kind of skirt from the ruins of her shirt to cover herself down below. 

“Oh my God—did you see that guys face?” Jen erupted once again into laughter. It was clear that Allie did not share her mirth. She whipped her head around to glare at Jen. 

“I'm glad you find this all so amusing! Because I have never been so embarrassed in my life!”

Jen rolled her eyes at Allie. “Oh come on, that was fun! I certainly didn't force you shove your tongue down my throat like that on the dancefloor—remember?”

Allie whirled round to face Jen.

“You told me you were in control of your other side! Clearly you're just kidding yourself. Allowing yourself to become that... that creature in a packed nightclub was irresponsible and dangerous, Jen. You know what happened to downtown Cyberville the last time your alter-ego got a little excited!”

Jen's eyes glinted green, which made Allie flinch a little. After a flinty stare that seemed to last for an eternity, Jen's face softened.

“Allie, please. You know you started this! You transformed into big, blonde and bouncy. You couldn't help yourself! Maybe you're the one who needs to learn some self control.”

Allie seethed, her eyes narrowing. Jen was right. She had let her self control slip and put herself in a situation where her secret identity was compromised. But it took two to tango!

“You know what happens when I'm...turned on. What it does to me...”, Allie jabbed an accusing finger at Jen. “And you knew that you wouldn't be able to control your own powers either!” Jen rolled her eyes again.

“Oh, Allie, I was always in control! I wanted to change back there.”

Allie was taken aback. Jen had always regarded the She-Hulk as a curse. She had accepted the duality of her nature, but she had certainly not embraced it like this. Not until now.

“So you mean to tell me,” began Allie, “that you became you-know-who deliberately out of choice?”

“Well, yeah! If you're gonna bring Altawoman to the party I'm gonna need to be at least the same size! You'd crush me like a bug between those thighs!” 

Allie's cheeks reddened, and she hissed a warning at Jen to not be so loose with her biggest secret. Jen waved her hand irritatedly. 

“Oh, who the hell is even listening, Allie? God!”

Allie wished she could just change back into Altawoman on the spot and toss Jen over the horizon. Of all the smarmy, condescending...

“HEY!”

Jen and Allie turned their heads in unison. Advancing angrily towards them, was a party of rather inebriated and angry looking men. Their leader was the guy Jen had punched out back in the bar.

“Ohh, hell, not these assholes!” Allie groaned. She looked around, the seriousness of her situation dawning upon her. There was nowhere to escape to in this open car park. Entry back into the nightclub would be barred. Her power meridians had been temporarily drained by her tryst with the She-Hulk, so any kind of quick transition into Alta-form was out of the question. She looked at the drunk, leery faces of these men and guessed what was on their mind without even needing her extra-sensory powers. She gritted her teeth. Once, early on in her career, she had wandered into the wrong side of town and found herself the victim of an assault at the hand of a gang of men. She had used the situation to trigger the transformation in her, but it was not an experience she ever wanted to repeat. Allie balled her fists, ready to at least go down fighting. She felt a hand on her chest—Jen was stepping forward, putting her body between Allie and the gang. Allie's pulse quickened as she saw an eerie green flooding into Jen's irises. 

“You bitches owe us a little party for ruining our good time”, snarled the guy Jen had punched in the face. He saw Allie take a step back, clearly afraid. Good, thought the man. Afraid was how he liked them.

But Allie wasn't taking a step back out of fear of him and his buddies.

It all happened very quickly. The barefooted dark haired woman in the leather jacket stepped out in front of him, glaring intensely. Her eyes seemed to be glowing green-- then her noticed the muscles in her legs suddenly ripple. She seemed to be looming larger in his vision-- she was growing taller! And her hair was getting longer, and wilder...and her skin was turning green...and then the noise of a zipper unzipping. A pair of the largest, firmest and most shapely breasts the man had ever seen ploughed their way out of the woman's jacket, hard nipples jutting proudly atop them. Lust was the last thing on the guys mind as he saw those breasts and the chiseled stomach they rested over- were not the colour of caucasian human skin but green! Muscular green arms of astounding size and definition exploded from the sleeves of the black leather jacket. The man watched the now giant woman raise her arms and flex them menacingly. When she growled in a bestial, inhuman tone, both he and his posse lost it. They fled into the night, yelling in confusion and panic. 

Allie saw the She-Hulk take a step forwards in pursuit. She gently but firmly placed a hand on her back—she couldn't reach her shoulder. The She-Hulk whirled around and loomed over Allie, who gulped nervously. It was one thing facing down an enraged She-Hulk whilst in her super-strong Altawoman body, but quite another to deal with her as fragile, petite Allie West! She was banking on the green-Gammazon not considering her as a threat.

“She-Hulk, listen...” Allie was careful not to call her Jen, as she knew that she wouldn't appreciate that.

“You gave those idiots a good scare, but they're not worth a fight.”

Allie smiled sultrily up into the bestial, but beautiful face of the savage She-Hulk. “Come back home with me, and I'll give you a real work out.”

For long seconds, She-Hulk remained stony-faced, but just as Allie was starting to worry about being thrown across the car park after that rat-pack, the giant green woman's face broke into a smile.

“She-Hulk want to be with yellow-hair again.”

Allie nodded. “I can make that happen. Just turn back into Jen and come home with me.” She-Hulk responded by scooping Allie up into her arms. Cradling her like a doll, She-Hulk grinned down at Allie mischievously. 

“She-Hulk have better idea. Has girl ever flown Hulk airways?” Before Allie had the chance to respond or protest, She-Hulk lowered herself into a crouch, tensed her powerful leg muscles and jumped.

Leaping away from the car park and heading in the direction that her jumbled-up memories knew Allie's house to be, She-Hulk and Allie West disappeared into the night...

CONTINUED TOMORROW IN CHAPTER FOUR 

Altawoman is featured with kind permission from Leee