Abundant Doubts

Jennifer's powerful scream was followed by a series of convulsions that caused her to abruptly tear a sizable chunk off the desk. Then, the piece of wood in her hand shattered as easily as someone crushes a grape.

"AHHHHH...OH GOD OH GOD...AHHHHH"

Somewhere between frightened and incredulous, Igor let go of his boss's feet to quickly look at her. He couldn't get a good look at her face because of all that hair covering it. But he managed to make out a crazed grin from ear to ear, and due to her screams, more strands of hair were flying everywhere.

"But what... could she..." our protagonist muttered, open-mouthed.

Although what was happening was as clear as crystal, part of the fat man refused to accept reality and how it could be that, with a few touches on her feet, she had achieved a feat worthy of a seasoned Casanova.

HE MADE SHE-HULK HAVE AN ORGASM!

Still in disbelief, he quickly looked at his hands for a few moments, stupidly hoping to find bright sparks emerging from his fingertips or something similar. But all he saw were the same thick, clumsy sausages, a far cry from those of a prodigy in the art of massage.

His attention returned to Jennifer, who replaced her exaggerated moans with small but steady gasps. Then he looked around, realizing his strange situation, especially when he noticed the ruined desk.

"Ahh... ahh... oh my god, I... oh fuck, I think I got carried away... mmm... ohh... gosh, Igor, could you forgive me... mmm... nothing like this has ever happened to me," she apologized, although she didn't sound at all embarrassed.

"Uh... Are you talking about the desk thing?" asked a blushing Igor, who preferred to look elsewhere rather than confront his boss.

"Um... well... actually, that's normal for me," Jennifer said before removing her feet from the fat man. "Ooh... I... uh... I meant the other thing," she added in a very, very low tone, like a whisper.

A long, awkward silence followed, the two of them avoiding each other's gaze. Igor had never walked down this path before, so he had no idea which way to go. Should he confront her? Could he run away like a coward? Or pretend it never happened? He didn't know what to choose.

In the end, he didn't have to; it was Jennifer who broke the ice.

“Uh… you see what happened… I don't want you to think badly of me… mm… I… I don't do this kind of thing with just any guy,” she said, her voice cracking, far from its usual firmness.

“So… Why?” was the most coherent question the fat man could come up with at that moment.

Instead of speaking, She-Hulk started playing with one of her locks of hair while, quite nervously, rubbing her legs together. It seemed as if she'd found the perfect words to say to her horrible employee.

“Oh… this is… ugh… it's just that you… I… how the hell do I say this without sounding crazy?”

Igor had no idea what his disgruntled boss was going to say, although he had a clue it would be something he didn't want to hear. He thought the smartest thing to do was to leave.

Feeling as if his legs were glued to the floor, he tried to get up fairly slowly.

“Mmm… I… I think it's better that… I leave…”

“IGOR, NO!”

“Oi!”

In a swift and violent movement, she lunged at him and, using only her hand, prevented the obese man from standing up from his seat. Our protagonist didn't have time to react before realizing Jennifer was already on top of him, her right hand pressing on his prominent stomach.

Resisting was useless; the heroine didn't even need to exert all her strength to immobilize the young man. Igor could only stare at She-Hulk's agitated face, which was painted an intense shade of crimson.

“Gosh...what the hell are you doing?”

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Igor...but I can't let you leave without telling you,” his boss said with pleading eyes.

"What a thing."

She looked down and bit her lip. After a long sigh, she spoke.

"Oh... I get excited much, Igor!"

Note: At the moment I will leave here, later I will give you follow up ... Thank you.