The three giantesses meet!

Meanwhile, back at the Avenger’s Mansion…

Wasp, Hawkeye and Thor were sitting at the kitchen table, eating lunch while the overhead lamp would tilt and shake with the heavy thumping sounds overhead.

“So… We just going to ignore the elephant in the room?” Asked Clint, looking up as plaster dust rained down, moving his coffee mug out of the way.

“You mean the She-Hulk upstairs?”

“Oh! So, that’s what it is.” Replied Wasp, looking up as the light swung heavily with each thump from the walls. “What’s she doing up there anyway.”

“Probably having a ride with the latest boytoy she picked up at the bar.”

“Heh… Well, she knows what she wants.”

“How do you all know it’s a man she has up there? Maybe she’s just trying to move furniture.” Asked Thor, only to be silenced when the group heard Jennifer Walters wail and moaned out loud, demanding more. “Never mind…”

Eventually the group winced when they heard Jennifer wail and keen, the heavy thumping going silent and leaving the heroes to look up in trepidation. After a few minutes, the woman who had to lean down to enter the kitchen made every blink back in surprise. Smoothing down her skirt which was nearly skin-tight and just barely covered anything even with the split down her left thigh, and a tube top that was just as tight and revealing, She-Hulk stood to her new height and smirked down at everyone while doing up her hair. “Hey guys, having lunch?” spotting an apple on the counter, the green skinned giantess ate it in two bites and drank the entire pitcher of coffee in one go off the roaster.

“Uhm… Jen? Who was that upstairs?” Asked Janet, almost regretting the question.

“Oh, that was Steve, I managed to bump into him in the hallway after my little boost.” She chuckled, giving her larger arm a flex to reveal solid bulging muscle that made her cloths creak. “And after a little coaxing he ‘bumped’ back into me, hmm… He’s gonna be feeling that for a while.”

Spitting out his coffee, Hawkeye ran out of the kitchen and darted up the stairs. Watching the man run, the rest of the Avengers looked back at the 9-foot-tall woman. “So… Whatcha got planned there Jen?”

“I’m meeting up with Betty and Lyra later, we’ve got a contest going… and I’m going to win!” Blowing them all a kiss, they watched her as she leaned out of the door frame and walked down the hall to the door, her shoes clicking heavily to her new mass by the time she left out of sight. A minute later, Hawkeye returned trying to dial his phone. “WE GOTTA CALL THE HOSPITAL QUICK!”

“Why?”

“JEN BROKE STEVE!!!”

Following Hawkeye running up the stairs and down the hallway to Jen’s room, the sight they beheld made Thor drop his hammer. “BY ODIN’S BEARD!” The entire bedroom was in ruins, with several dents in the walls that looked like fist marks over the headboard of her bed. The bed itself had collapse and lay in splinters and ruined cushions where a groaning Steve Rogers could barely lift himself up from his prone position.

“Oh my gawd, Steve!” Running up to the side of the bed, Wasp looked down at the chiselled physique of Captain America sporting bruises everywhere, his uniform shirt torn wide open… Along with his pants. “Steve, talk to me, can you move?”

“I… Think… My hips are… Broken…”

Holding the man’s hand and petting it gingerly, Wasp watched on as the others fumbled to clear the door when the paramedics arrived. “There, there Steve, you’ll be OK soon, help is on the way… DO WE HAVE ANY ICE FOR THIS GUY?!”

“I’ll get some ice!”

“I too shall arrive with ice.”

*

On her way down the street to meet the others at the same café, Jen smirked at the number of car horns and cat calls she got passing by. Commenting on her cloths or her new build and curves, she loved all of it. She NEVER had this much attention, even before the power boost. Playfully flicking a stop sign overhead, Jen made it to the café.

Waiting impatiently and flipping her hair with a huff, the green giantess looked around to see if the two ladies were coming. She didn’t have to wait long, minutes later she could hear the same car horns blaring in two different directions and quickly grew closer. Turning a corner at one street was Betty Ross, sashaying in a pair of stretched daisy dukes and a XXXXXL black t-shirt that looked painted over her massive chest and waist. Crossing her arms and faking a smile, Jen greeted the red giantess, seething internally to find the other woman just as tall, buff and curvaceous as she was.

“Well HI Betty… Look at you…” Smiled Betty through clenched teeth, looking over the red skinned amazon giantess as the two separated. “I know… And look at you Jen.” Smirked Betty, her muscles throbbing from barely contained spite. Their attention soon fell on the third She-Hulk who had finally arrived. “Well, well, well… Seems I’m not the only one who grew up.” Smirked Lyra, crossing her arms under her breasts and swivelled her hip in a pose. The red haired she-hulk wearing her red Fantastic Four costume which left little to the imagination, what with how it clung to every curve.

“So… let the competition begin.”

“Indeed, so… Who is the hottest She-Hulk?” Posing together, the trio waited for a response from the crowd who had gathered after they met.