What If: Hulked Out Betty Ross #2

Betty slowly opened her eyes. The throbbing pain in her head and the weight of her body gradually brought her back to consciousness, as if she were emerging from a long coma. She was lying completely naked on a soft bed of moss. Her skin was damp and stained with dirt. A dim autumn light filtered through the leaves and gently illuminated her face. It took Betty a while to figure out where she was, and the memory of how she had ended up in those woods seemed dull and confusing. She tried to sit up, frightened and confused by her situation. More than images, the intense sensations she could recall from the depths of her memory were anger, despair and guilt, but also power, the desire for destruction and a certain amount of pleasure.

Gradually, he recalled the deserted corridors, the mutations of her body and her complete transformation, but it was as if he was remembering a dream rather than a real event. Then he remembered the machine that had supposedly brought him misfortune and how he had thrown it outside the building, smashing through a wall of the laboratory. This detail alarmed her, bringing her fully back to her senses. If what she remembered was true, then someone must have noticed. She didn't know what time it was. If she had gone to the lab in that state -- naked and dirty -- it would have been embarrassing and impossible to explain. She could make up any excuse, but how would she explain the destroyed laboratory? Even worse, how would she explain her destroyed clothes, which would surely be found along the corridor where the transformation had taken place?

Still sore, she stood up and decided to head for the lab anyway. She knew she had to call Bruce; he was the only person she could trust. She walked through the woods, being careful not to injure her feet further. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that it was the right direction in any case. When she emerged from the woods and saw the laboratory behind him, she breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around carefully to make sure no one was there, she quickly reached the front door. She entered it cautiously, being careful not to make any noise. She still didn't know if anyone was inside, but she had no choice but to look for clothes and a phone. She found a room where she knew she would find some spare clothes. She put on some trousers and a jumper, but found no shoes. The door was already open, so she walked through it quietly and headed towards her office. No one would hear the sound of her bare feet. As she passed through the corridor on her way to him, the memories became more vivid and real, and everything came back to her definitively. The clothes were there on the ground, torn to shreds. Next to them was a pair of black loafers, wide open as if about to explode. She finally noticed the watch, which had shattered beneath her enormous feet during its transformation. Reliving those moments gave her chills. The room she had destroyed was as she remembered it. Nothing suggested that any living soul had set foot in that place. This reassured her. It was probably still too early for people to arrive, but they certainly wouldn't have had much time.

When she reached her office, she picked up the landline phone and called Bruce without hesitation. She knew his phone number by heart, a testament to how much she cared about him. Bruce answered after a couple of rings.

"Yes?" he asked in a hoarse voice. The phone call had probably woken him up.

"Bruce, it's me, Betty. I need you to come to the lab immediately!" Betty begged him in an agitated but restrained tone.

"Betty? Is everything okay?" asked Bruce, worried.

"I'll explain everything to you later. For now, I just need you to come and get me."

"Okay," Bruce replied. 'I'm coming."

Bruce arrived quickly. When he saw Betty and the laboratory in that state, his face turned pale. He asked for an explanation, but Betty begged him to take her home and promised that she would tell him everything once they got there. It took them about fifteen minutes to reach their destination. Bruce hurried out of the car and opened the door for her. He wanted to carry her inside the house, but she refused. She could make it on her own. Bruce did not insist and followed her inside.

"I need to take a shower," Betty said, staggering towards the bathroom.

Bruce stood and looked at her. He didn't know what to do.

"Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?"

"No, Bruce. You don't have to. I'm fine. I'll explain everything to you," Betty muttered.

To Bruce, that tone -- so serious and sharp -- might have seemed to denote a certain hostility towards him on the woman's part. But the reality was different. At that moment, Betty was deeply ashamed. How could she have told Bruce what had happened? How would he react? Would he have believed her? Or would he think she was crazy? She realised that the lab had security cameras and that someone might see them and find out things she didn't want revealed. This idea alarmed her, but she quickly calmed down. Although her life was about to be turned completely upside down, all she wanted at that moment was to take a hot shower and cleanse her skin, in the hope that it would also wash away all the anger and hostility that were devouring her from within. She went into the bathroom, took off her clothes and stepped into the shower.

When she came out wearing only her bathrobe, Bruce was waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the sofa in the living room. He was agitated and kept moving his leg up and down. As soon as he saw her, he stood up.

"Betty!" he exclaimed, standing up.

Betty threw herself into his arms and gave in to a disconsolate cry. Bruce held her tightly, caressing her hair and whispering that everything was okay. Betty wished the hug would last forever, but then she pulled away, trying to compose herself, and invited him to sit down again. She did the same, hinting at a smile that reassured him.

"Something happened," she murmured, looking him in the eye.

"Tell me everything."

Betty told him everything: her worries and guilt; the small wave of hostility she had felt towards him; her transformation; and her awakening in the woods, recounting in detail what she had felt physically and emotionally. Bruce didn't say anything. He peered into her eyes with an inquisitive look, perhaps expecting more information.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Betty asked, resigned.

She wasn't angry; she knew that no rational person -- and Bruce was certainly one -- could ever believe such a story. But Bruce reassured her.

"No, I believe you."

Betty looked him in the eye, her eyes sparkling with devotion. Then she lowered her gaze again, embarrassed by the implications of being believed. What would they do from now on? How could they keep such a secret?

"I believe you, and I'm here to help you. Whatever I have to do, I will do it."

Bruce said this firmly. It was clear that he loved her and would do anything to help her. Betty was grateful for this and felt that her gratitude was not only an acknowledgement of him, but also a deep and true love that had been growing for a long time and had now reached its peak. Perhaps moved by this wave of affection, she decided to take her confession further and tell Bruce a truth she had omitted shortly before.

"There's one more thing, Bruce."

Bruce looked at her questioningly.

"When my body changed like that, when my muscles grew and throbbed and I became so huge that I destroyed the clothes I was wearing, when I lost control..."

Bruce nodded, urging her to continue.

"I liked it. I wish it would never stop."

She spoke in a low voice, almost expecting him to refuse. Instead, all she could hear was Bruce's silence and the beating of her own heart. Contrary to what she had expected, however, Betty did not feel embarrassed. In fact, she began to feel excited, an excitement that she found perverse and sickening, yet she could not do without it. Embarrassment, shame, fear, anger and guilt, but also excitement, power and lust, were all things that the green beast fed on. Betty began to understand this because the more time passed and the more she felt these emotions, the more she felt that the beast wanted to emerge with an intensity that she could not yet foresee. In the face of a life that was changing completely, Betty decided to abandon herself and, for once, think. She threw herself at Bruce and kissed him, pressing her trembling lips hard against his. At first, Bruce stood still, taken aback, but then he grabbed her hips, pulled her closer, and gave himself up to the passion the two of them had kept hidden for so long.

Without breaking away from the kiss, Betty threw herself onto him and tried to reach his belt with her hands to untie it. She was excited; you could tell by her laboured breathing and how quickly she moved her hands, and by how her body swayed above him. Bruce undid the fastening of her bathrobe and gently uncovered her shoulders. The bathrobe slid down her pale arms until she was completely naked. In front of him were her two erect, turgid nipples. He moved closer and took one in his mouth, sucking it gently while Betty moaned with pleasure. She took off his shirt, pulled down his trousers and guided his penis inside her. Betty began riding Bruce, placing her hands on his chest. He pushed inside her, but he could tell that she was in control. He looked up at her from his position half uprooted on the couch. Betty kept her head bent upwards. The veins in her neck were thick and pronounced. Her breasts bounced up and down without restraint as she moved harder and harder above him.

"Betty," Bruce muttered in anguish. He, too, was pushing harder and harder, sinking his fingers into her thighs.

She was gripped by pleasure. Each thrust brought her more pleasure, and she wished it would never end. Now that she had achieved her goal, her mind was clear. His dick came in and out, and she moaned without restraint. With every thrust, it was as if her senses sharpened and his cock touched the right spot, harder and harder each time. Then she opened her eyes wide. If she could have seen them, she would have noticed that they were fading to an electric green. But she didn't need to, because she recognised that feeling. The laboured breathing, the pounding heart, the deep desire to possess and abandon all forms of rationality... The green beast was about to cross the threshold.

She felt a tingling sensation starting at the base of her spine and slowly travelling up her back. It couldn't happen. Not now that she and Bruce were making love. She didn't want Bruce to see her transform. She wasn't ready, and, more importantly, she didn't know what might happen. Nothing could assure her that she wouldn't hurt him. She could have stopped -- separated from him, calmed down -- but something inside her was preventing her from doing so. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to have sex with Bruce, to be penetrated by him, to ride him, to show him her love. But the beast was there, and the wild instinct that had announced its arrival had now come to the surface.

Unable to stop and not wanting to be seen, Betty covered Bruce's eyes with one hand while supporting herself by leaning on his chest with the other, which had already grown bigger and heavier than it had been a few seconds earlier. She began to moan louder and louder as she felt her vagina tighten around Bruce's penis. Under her fingers, the skin on her hands changed colour, turning a uniform greenish hue. She could feel the nerves and muscles throbbing beneath her skin, which was beginning to turn green. It was a slow process, less intense than the first time, but at that moment it depended only on her. Her thighs swelled and muscles emerged forcefully, pulsating and veiny, while bones creaked. Her feet widened and lengthened by a few centimetres. Her back became wider and more compact, and her hips widened.

"No, no..." Betty grunted, panting with pleasure.

Bruce tried to speak, but she covered his mouth with her other hand. He could neither see nor speak. All he could do was listen, and what he heard were her moans growing more and more desperate, almost sounding like pain. She let herself be penetrated, her muscles contracting with each thrust. Her fingers stretched over Bruce's face and her legs tightened against his. She closed her eyes and tried to resist. She clenched her jaw and pulled a tight grimace, her teeth clenched together, while her jaw stiffened and veins bulged from her neck. Her hair stretched several centimetres and became thicker, falling over her shoulders with greater weight.

"Fuck..." she grunted. She began to move up and down, becoming increasingly wet and excited, and obscene sounds emanated from their genitals. "Fuuu... uckkk," she moaned louder again, her pussy ever tighter and more sensitive as it snuggled against his cock. Bruce was exhausted, but she kept pushing and grunting with pleasure. The way his cock entered that wet pussy, whose grip tightened with each movement, drove him crazy. He increased the pace, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Betty roared with pleasure as the speed of the thrusts increased; she was also close to finishing. To intensify the pleasure, she began to thrust harder and faster, driving him deeper and deeper into her. Her breasts were swelling, while her nipples were hardening. She took her hand out of his mouth and brought it to her breast. She grabbed it, squeezing it with lust and testing the sensitivity of the nipple.

"Oh... God!" she cried out as a heat wave assailed her body and spasms assailed her limbs. Her back arched forcefully and the muscles in her back and thighs twitched together. Her pussy twitched rhythmically, growing tighter with each wave as Bruce's throbbing cock released its load inside her. She could feel the heat of the sperm filling her, and at the same time her muscles contracted even further, pushing against the already taut skin. She slowed her movements, trembling, while the spasmodic pulsation of her muscles made them grow ever larger, as if they were about to explode at any moment. Her arms increased in diameter again. The abs contracted sharply, pushing out under the skin of her belly. The orgasm contractions did not cease immediately but continued for several seconds, each one weaker than the last. Still, they were strong enough to make her thighs tighten around him.

Bruce grunted deeply as he pushed all his seed inside her with his final thrusts. Her breathing slowed and became laboured. As she relaxed after her orgasm, the green hue of her skin began to fade, starting at her neck and spreading towards her chest and arms. Her muscles progressively deflated, starting with her abdominals and pectorals, then her thighs and arms. Her hair regained its usual length and thickness, and her feet shrank. The jaw and shoulder blades also resumed normal proportions. In less than a minute, her entire body was back to normal. Exhausted, she threw herself onto him. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her while he was still inside her. He knew what had happened, but he decided not to mention it. She knew he knew, but they both remained silent. There was nothing to say at that moment. The two of them remained in that warm embrace, both tired and knowing that their lives would never be the same again from that moment on.