Igor Irving - Marvel Alternative Comic

Note: In this universe there are only women heroes.

In a tiny room, 26-year-old Igor Irving, a poor bathroom cleaner, was barely able to make ends meet. Lying on his stinking couch, he saw the holes in the ceiling, as numerous as the misfortunes in his life.

In the past, he had been expelled on a false accusation of sexual **** that also led to a brief prison sentence. Upon his release two years later, his family rejected him, and few workplaces would accept him with his criminal record.

Especially considering his physique: a 221-pound overweight body, crooked teeth that protruded significantly from his mouth, bushy eyebrows, and a nose the size of a tomato. He also had horrible pustules all over his face and both hands, making him look like a hideous troll.

He was a guaranteed creep; no girl ever tried to approach him. Instead, expressions of disgust and insults had been the norm in Igor's life. As he scratched the prominent belly that was spilling out of his shirt, he recalled the countless times the opposite sex had rejected him.

He'd be on the streets if it weren't for his defense attorney, who was none other than the heroine She-Hulk. She saw some loopholes in his accusation and managed to reduce his sentence. If it weren't for her, he'd still be in prison.

Not only did she do that, but when he was released, she offered him a cleaning job at her law office. Truly, her appearance was a miracle for Igor, who, of course, couldn't help but fantasize about her.

He knew very well that he didn't have the slightest chance of being with a famous superhero like her, yet that didn't stop his lustful mind from imagining various erotic scenarios while sleep overcame him.

“Oooh, yes, Igor, harder... ahhh... keep destroying my pussy with your cock... ahhhhh”

“Grrrr... how I love your powerful body.”

In his dreams, he was savagely penetrating the emerald heroine, both hands occupied with those tits as hard as basketballs, while strands of her green hair danced around She-Hulk's agitated face.

“Grrr... oh, I'm going to unload my seed in you”

“Ooooh... yeeeeees... if Igor throws your semen inside... ahhhh... ahhhh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... oooooooh”

Just as he was about to ejaculate, the super suddenly disappeared, leaving the fat man in an absolute void, alone and confused. In that void, a strange creature, similar to a goblin but even uglier, was so repulsive that Igor looked like a Don Juan next to it.

“A demon! Are you going to take my soul?”

Panic-stricken, the young man tried to get away from the hideous creature, but his feet felt like they were on a treadmill, as he couldn't move anywhere.

“Don't be afraid, Igor Irving. I didn't come to hurt you; on the contrary, I'm here to help you,” the creature said in a high-pitched voice.

“Help me! What are you talking about... And how do you know my name?”

“Oh, I know everything about you and your wretched life, Igor Irving. You've been chosen, but first I'll introduce myself.” The creature then rose up, and its hands sprouted and burst into flames like torches. “I AM HORRIFIX, GOD OF THE UGLY AND BATTERED!”

The fire was enough to illuminate the void, and with that, Igor discovered he was in a majestic golden palace, with several silver mirrors and hypnotic music playing in the background.

“Wow... wait... A God?”

Igor couldn't hide his disbelief. He believed that if a God existed, He must be incredibly beautiful, not a small, greenish creature. Despite the new scenery, he managed to calm his nerves by sitting on a rather luxurious sofa.

“I understand why you don't believe me, but I am truly a powerful deity who has chosen you from among all the mortals in the multiverse,” said Horrifix, stepping down to sit on another sofa across from Igor.

“Um... okay, you're a God, but why was I chosen?” said the young man, relaxing further on the sofa.

“Okay, I see you're calmer. Let's get down to business. I'm looking for a champion to represent all those unpleasant and despised men. A champion to carry my will over all those women who have relegated and humiliated men because of their appearance... especially those heroines.”

The God moved his hands, and suddenly the mirrors began to show all the times Igor was rejected by a girl, apparently a series of TikTok shorts.

From a simple no to public insults, but they all reminded him of his frustrated sex life.

“That champion... Is that me?”

“Hehe... you're getting it, mortal. You will be my herald, and I will give you three powers so you can subdue the women you've coveted so much, for example...”

A new Horrifix gesture, so this time the mirrors showed She-Hulk in very sexy positions. Everyone looked at Igor with a lust greater than their gamma energy.

"Come on, Igor, come with me and let's play tag."

"Oh yeah, be the bad guy who enslaves me."

"Cheer up, so you can make me moan like the whore I am."

Those other things were what the reflections were saying, constantly encouraging Igor.

“Believe me, mortal, if you accept your greatest fantasies, they will be mere mirages compared to the life you will live.”

The fat man's gaze was lost in the She-Hulks' countless insinuations, but that didn't stop him from hearing the God's proposal. A life full of failures had taught him that success wasn't his destiny, but now perhaps that could change.

"Okay, I accept."

"I expected nothing less from you. From today on, you'll have three gifts. The first: an animal magnetism that will only be activated by girls who turn you on. They'll feel an uncontrollable sexual attraction toward you that will increase the longer you're with them."

"I see."

The second: your cock will be infinitely superior to any man in the universe, so perfect that it will grant multiple orgasms to the women you fuck."

"Oh, great, what else?"

"The third: for the girls, your semen will become the most addictive substance in the world. Just tasting a drop will be enough to hook them for life. No food can surpass craving it all the time."

Horrifix rose again as the place faded around him.

"Now come back Igor Irving, come back and spread my will... let all those bitches know that ugly men will own them."