Joystick attacks Jennifer Walters

“Thank you,” Jen said brightly. “I never knew Joystick could be this dark,” she thought to herself, “Is she really going to try to kill me in cold blood just because I mentioned Copycat--”

Jen had only taken a few steps down a dark stairwell and was maybe ten feet from the bottom when Joystick cracked both of her energy batons across the back of the lawyer’s head. It probably would’ve killed any normal woman, but even in her human from Jen was still more resilient than the typical human., and instead she just tumbled down the remaining stairs--somersaulting, throwing her shoulder out of joint, and landing in a painful clump face first on the floor. Jen, somewhat amused by the surprise, stayed in her human form just to see what would happen. Of course, she hadn’t realized at the time that her rear was pointing directly at the staircase from which she’d fallen: presenting Joystick with an irresistible target.

“You know, I thought Copycat might send someone to off me,” Joystick said as she grabbed Jen’s wrists and dragged her limp body to where the safe had landed. “Just to tie up loose ends I’m sure, she’d want to make sure nobody would know what she was up to next. I understand.” Jan draped Jen over the safe, so that she was basically in the all-fours position.

“You don’t seem too understanding,” Jennifer said, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. If she decided to Hulk-out, the pain and the wound would be gone in an instant, but she wanted to get some more information out of Joystick first.

“Ha,” Joystick laughed, strode in front of Jen, kneeled down, and gently stroked her energy baton along Jennifer’s cheek. “I guess I am kind of bitter. I knew what kind of person Copycat was, I knew she was all kinds of crazy. But I still trusted her as a partner, and, hell, let’s face it, she was an amazing lover. And I don’t mean that in a lesbian sort of way...well, maybe on the weekends, but most days she would come in as some rippling man and pound the stuffing out of me. Then she just leaves me one day and I get hounded by the feds the whole time for being her partner in crime.”

Jan walked around behind Jen, continuing her tirade.

“What was I supposed to say? I wasn’t her partner in crime, I was just her sex toy?” Joystick kneeled behind Jen, cradling her butt in her lap, as she tore Jen’s legal skirt away. “Ooh, purple panties? I really like purple. I know I know, I don’t have any purple in my costume, but purple is a special color to me, if you know what I mean. But purple panties, now that’s niiice...”

“Janice, you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jennifer stuttered, suddenly nervous at the direction things were going. “Stop this right now, I mean it.”

“Don’t worry, Vanessa, I remember how you like it,” Jan said as she played her hand along Jennifer’s bottom. “Thing is, I know no assassin like Copycat would send someone else to kill someone for her. Especially not someone as...special as me. I know it’s you.”

“Vanessa? Copycat?” Jennifer gasped as Joystick’s hand stroked the lining of her panties, skirting along her vagina and back around her firm buttocks. “Janice, I’m not Copycat, I’m--”

“Just a lawyer?” Joystick mocked. “I really don’t buy that. But let’s just see how you react to this...”

Joystick slid her energy baton along the outside of Jennifer’s panties. It crackled with power, tickling and exciting Jen, and she found herself sighing with sensation. It was totally new to her, even though both she’d been around the block as both Jen Walters and as She-Hulk, and she was both intrigued and repulsed by the idea of what was going on. At this point, however, horniness and curiosity got the better of her, and she stayed in her human form even as she felt her vagina’s warm, moist lips spread slowly.

“As your legal advisor,” Jen gasped as Janice pulled her panties down around her knees, “I should warn you that this could jeopardize your legal defense in future cases. I really don’t think casual **** is going to help your criminal record.”

“****?” Joystick stopped abruptly, crawled over in front of Jen and looked her in the eyes. “When have you ever said no to me, Vanessa?”

Unsure of whether or not it was a good thing to be mistaken for Copycat, Jen just swallowed nervously.

“Anyways, I couldn’t find you even if I wanted to,” Joystick resumed as she returned to Jen’s rear and began bucking her pelvis against Jen’s ass. “I looked long and hard,” a giggle, “after you left, and I couldn’t find a trace of you. So I’m really not a security leak after all, and I think you’ll see I’ve still got some assets that are useful to you.”

With that Joystick gently spread Jen’s vagina and placed one of her energy batons right in the middle of her wet pussy. Jen almost screamed at the sudden electric sensation flooding in through her pussy and tracking up her spine: it was amazing, but also a little painful. She tried to move forward, away from the baton’s insertion, but Joystick’s other hand grabbed her hurt shoulder and roughly slammed her back onto the makeshift member.

Jen couldn’t take it anymore, the conflicting sensations were driving her completely out of her mind, and that meant the She-Hulk would take over. Jen allowed herself a moment of unrestrained pleasure--a brief sexual groan of ecstasy--before the transformation began. Her shoulder popped into joint, a reflexive motion of her ass against Joystick sent the young super flying against the opposite wall, and Jen rolled over and ripped her jacket and blouse free from her enlarging bustline.

“Oh, hell,” Joystick managed, totally surprised and awed at the sight of the She-Hulk.

The Jade Giantess was only barely clad in her super-fabric purple underwear, which strained to contain her weighty breasts and did little to conceal Shulkie’s vagina--whose pubic hair peaked around the patch of cloth. The seven and a half foot tall babe-monster stood with her body flexed in quivering rage as Janice backed against the opposite wall, fear mixed with attraction flashing across her face.