Upping the ante!

The next day…

The cafe was quiet, everyone had already gotten an idea of what was going to happen. Before it was charming but now the air felt heavy with trepidation. The lone waiter went about each table, his hands shaking nervously as he waited for the hour to hit noon, the hour THEY show up.

There was the false hope that they wouldn’t arrive, that maybe they finally resolved their egos and decided to move on. The rattling dish wear on the outdoor coffee tables shattered any illusion that the competition was well and over.

Holding his service tray in front of him like a shield, the waiter heard the heavy foot falls long before a shadow loomed over him. Slowly turning to look up, the man’s eyes went wide in horror.

“Hey there handsome, mind getting us some coffee?”

“Yeah, maybe a pot each.”

Nodding furiously, the man ran back into the café, locking the door behind him while the trio of gamma giantesses took their place at the table and crouched down to sit on the ground.

“So… Look at YOU two…” Pointed Jen with a catty tone, crossing her arms under her chest and causing her cleavage to bulge up in the only thing she could wear that counted as clothing… A pair of tarps wrapped around her chest and waist to make a crude tube top and loincloth.

“Yes, look at us, more specifically look at ME!” Smiled Betty, flexing her arm while keeping up her top which complained from the action. Going the same way as Jennifer, the red She-Hulk for large scraps of cloth to cover her dignity, what little the fabric could cover.

“Oh please, if anything I’m the one who progressed the most.” Complained Lyra, thrusting out her chest and tossing her red hair over her muscular shoulder.

In all fairness, the three women had become a match in both size and power. Even sitting on the concrete ground, they towered over the anxious pedestrians who either catcalled from a distance or moved quickly to avoid the potential powder keg before them.

“Good for you kitten, but everyone knows I won this contest, I’m a fucking goddess!”

“Goddess of floozies, I’m the hottest one here.”

“Pff… Hot mess is more like it.”

Stepping outside with three pots of coffee on his tray, the brave waiter cleared his throat to gain their attention. “Y-y-you’re c-coffee ladies…” Quickly snatching their drinks from the tray, the three she-hulks eyed each other’s curves and muscles with intense jealousy, sipping from their coffees black.

“You know what? I think we need to up the ante here.”

“Oh?”

“None of this piecemeal stuff, if we want a decent audience to tell us who’s the hottest then we need to go big or go home?”

“Aren’t we big enough? I mean heck, people are popping boners just looking at us.”

“Yeah… THIS street, I’m talking ALL streets, I say one good hit of gamma radiation to see once and for all who’s the biggest, hottest Gamma Gal on Earth!”

“FINE! What have you got in mind?”