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Incredible Hulk : Evolution 2.
Doom frowned behind his mask as he eyed The Incredible Hulk's
massive form, trapped in a field of temporal energy.
"This is unacceptable," The Monarch Of Latveria muttered, his
Armor's computer running diagnostic checks at a slower pace than Doom's
own mind worked, simply clarifying what he had already surmised.
"Really?" asked Rick, looking up with shock on his face,"Wow,
I never thought of that!"
He snapped his fingers.
"Bruce.... be smart!"
"Your attempt at humor is unappreciated, Jones," muttered Doom
coldly,"One can only imagine why The Avengers and Dr. Banner have suffered
your presence for so long."
"You're hardly helping matters, Doom!" snapped Betty, angrily
turning on The Monarch after spending most of the trip worriedly pacing
about the inert form of her husband,"I want answers!"
"Then ask questions," replied Doom arrogantly,"Doom is not a
mind-reader, to answer your questions before they are asked."
"Okay!" snapped Betty, stomping past Rick and Marlo, the latter
still clothed only in a tight tanktop and panties, feeling very
uncomfortable indeed.
"Firstly!" Bruce's wife growled, eyes fixed on the cold, armored
mask of Doom's face,"There were three of those monsters and Bruce was
fighting two of them, what happened to the third? How did you beat him?"
"I am Doctor Doom," replied Doom simply, as if there was no
other explanation necessary.
"Fine then," growled Betty,"Then why did you only freeze the
other two? Why didn't you get rid of them like you did the first one?"
"Doom has his reasons," replied Doom,"And you would not understand."
"Try us," growled Rick, his arm around Marlo to comfort her....
and also make him feel a little tougher,"Maybe we're smarter than you
think."
"In your case, Jones, I doubt it," replied Doom coldly, turning
away and moving with an imperious air towards one of the hundreds of
scientific looking computer consoles set up on the massive craft, currently
moving on auto-pilot towards an unknown destination.
Betty wasn't done though, she followed angrily after The Armored
Monarch.
"Fine then, what are you going to do about Bruce? You're
responsible for his current state!"
"Actually, Mrs. Banner," replied Doom,"The responsible parties
are a collection of Diosys adapted females who are arrogant enough to
think themselves Masters Of The Astral Plane. They call themselves
The Mental Discipline, and they have mindwiped Dr. Banner and left him
the destructive, mindless brute you see before you."
"They mind-wiped him?" gasped Betty,"You mean he's gone!?!"
"Not at all, simply shunted away into the furthest recesses
of his mind, trapped under animal instinct and the blind rage of a fearful
child."
"Can you get him back?"
"Nothing is beyond Doom's ability," replied Dr. Doom,"And in his
present state, he is useless to me, Doom needs Banner's mind, not his
power."
Doom turned around and held up a small device that he
had apparently assembled in the short space of time it had taken him to
walk from the console and answer Betty's question.
The device made a small clicking noise and nothing
visibly occurred.
"Excellent," muttered Doom.
"Ummm, is it just me or did that do NOTHING!" snapped Rick Jones
in his best Adam Sandler impersonation.
"Fool," replied Doom,"You have no concept of Doom's genius, even
now the chemical imbalance of The Hulk's mind is being corrected, using
the very gamma radiation that gives him his strength as a balancing
factor. Dr. Banner shall be returned to us in due course."
Rick eyed The Hulk's frozen form critically.
"He still looks the same to me," he muttered distrustfully.
"Cretin," sighed Doom, turning and heading towards the main flight
console, to check on their progress.
"One last question, Doom," said Betty, unsure whether to believe
that Doom had just 'fixed' Bruce with little to no difficulty whatsoever.
Doom stopped and, with great restraint for such a notoriously
arrogant man, turned about.
"Well?"
"Where are we going?"
"To New York City," replied Doom, and Betty could swear she
heard a smile in his voice, a cold, arrogant smile that sent a shiver
down her spine,"The Physical Discipline will have been cast into chaos
by Doom's Worldwide Proclamation, they will react with typical violence
to overcome their unfamiliar fear and come to Doom.... and Doom will be
ready for them."
And with that, he left the room.
The Mind Of Bruce Banner.
-------------------------
Bruce Banner's brilliant, somewhat fragile mind had been knocked
for a loop, hit completely unexpectedly by a psi-bolt that had blacked him
out and cut his thinking mind off from his physical body, leaving the
animal instincts of unrestrained emotions in charge.
Left in a dark corner of his mind, Bruce retreated into memory
to keep himself sane, remembering times past, some of those few occasions
in his life when he'd actually been happy.
Their hadn't been many times in his life when he could say that,
from seeing his mother beaten, abused and finally killed by his sadistic
father, to the humiliation of being such a late developer, to the lonely,
bitter days of University, to the repressed memory of killing his own
father, to seeing his Gamma experiments twisted and turned into a military
program responsible for huge destruction and devastation as well as his
own transformation into the antithesis of everything he was, The Incredible
Hulk he had had a tough life.
He'd been hounded across the Country and, indeed, The World, he'd
fought villains, Super-Heroes and Super-Villains, Governments and Secret
Society's bent on using his massive power or incredible brain for their
own purposes. He'd watched his best friend be shot at his own Wedding
by his future Father-In-Law, seen a whole town destroyed by a perversion
of his Gamma Bomb and an entire future torn apart by a corrupt, future
version of himself.
But their had been some good times, some good moments.
Jarella, a woman he'd loved and had seen die, had shown him peace
at a time when his mind was mad and filled with rage.
He'd found love with Betty, marrying her and enjoying a short
time of Wedded Bliss.
He'd helped Emil Blonsky - The Abomination - find a measure of
peace with an old girlfriend when he'd been only six inches tall. (*)
He'd led The Pantheon.
He'd stood down Mephisto himself at Rick and Marlo's wedding.
And Betty had come back to him.
He remembered that with great joy, after Doc Samson cured his
multiple personalities and his body had responded by combining both
his physical and mental abilities into a body that reflected both the
strength of The Incredible Hulk and the genius (and face!) of Bruce
Banner.
Unfortunately, he was now also eight feet tall, several feet
across and an imposing figure for a wife to contemplate.
But after Rick and Marlo had married, it had seemed to strike a
chord with her and she'd returned to him. After that they'd spent some
time on the run, living like newlyweds as the fugitive lifestyle they
led brought them closer together.
For a little bit, at least, they'd been just like a regular
married couple.
Except that he was eight feet tall, several feet across and
built like several Arnold Schwarzenegger's.
Which had still been bothering her, he remembered stepping out
of the shower one night, not bothering to cover up his nudity because
they were married after all, and he was no longer shy about his body...
who would be with a body like his! and she'd seen his cock.
There it had been, flaccid and hanging between his legs and
well over ten inches long and four inches thick. Her eyes had widened
in shock at the sight of a very, very big slab of green meat and he'd
grinned, laughing it off until he saw that it wasn't a joyous look, but
rather a concerned, almost sad expression.
"Betty, honey? what is it?" he'd asked,"What's the matter?"
"Oh shit, Bruce!" she'd gasped,"How the hell are we ever going
to have sex again if you're that big when you're soft?"
He'd stared at her in shock, then laughed.
"What?" she'd yelled, getting angry,"You think that's funny?"
"Betty, honey!" he'd laughed,"You're worried about that? Forget
about it, it's already taken care of?"
"Huh?" she'd asked.
To answer, he'd just held up his huge arm and unfolded his huge
fist, revealing four long, powerful fingers and one big, stubby thumb.
"I've got ten phalluses here, darling, one for each day of the week
and then some!"
She'd stared at the massive fingers in shock, considering the
possibilities with growing excitement.... until she remembered his rather
big cock again.
"What about you?" she asked,"It seems I'm more than taken care of,
but you can forget it if you think I'm going to take that fucking thing
in my mouth or anything!"
"Betty, Betty!" Bruce had laughed, his cock already twitching
and growing erect as the topic aroused it's interest. Soon it had swelled
to 20 inches, almost two feet long and five and a half inches across,
much too big for any woman to ever take.
He moved forward, turning on an angle as he hugged her with one
massive arm, his giant, green cock warm against her side,"Trust me, I'm
more than satisfied with what I have here."
"What?" she asked,"I don't understand."
He stepped back and grinned,"Let me show you."
Only five minutes later, Betty Banner had been naked and on all
fours on the floor. She was unsure of herself and more than a little
concerned but she had to admit, also a little excited.
Bruce had dropped to his knees behind her and slid his hands
over her ass, easily cupping both of her asscheeks in his giant hands,
enveloping her flesh and caressing it with surprising gentleness and
tenderness.
He slid one hand between her legs, over her sex, the beautiful
General's Daughter moaning in pleasure as her husband felt her up, one of
his big fingers pressing against the entrance to her pussy and applying
slightly pressure until her juicy fuckhole opened and Bruce's large,
green finger parted her shaven lips, pressing forward and doing
a surprisingly good job of filling her up.
"AH!" she gasped,"Bruce!"
He pushed his finger deep inside of her, then slid in a second,
stretching her cunt deliciously as he sawed the two smallest fingers on
his hand in and out of his wife's pussy. Betty moaned and rocked backwards
against his hand, groaning in pleasure as she was fingerfucked by two
fingers bigger than most men's cocks.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her now sopping pussy, listening
to her groans of pleasure with a smile, pleased to be pleasing her.
"Yes! AH! That's it Bruce, yes!" she moaned,"YES! Fuck me, Bruce!
Fuck my pussy with your fingers!"
He loved to hear her talk dirty, and continued to do just as she
demanded, sawing his glistening, green fingers in and out of her tight
little pussy, now sopping with her own juices as his aroused wife fucked
back against his fingers, her tight ass slapping back against the giant
green hand.
Betty's tits bounced back and forth, her nipples hard and erect as
she buried her head into the carpet, twisting it from side to side,
mouth wide open, lips parted and eyes closed as she reveled in the hot
sexual sensations burning throughout her pussy.
Her body shook with sexual pleasure, muscles quivering and aching
as she blindly humped her ass back onto Bruce's probing, masturbating
fingers. Her tits shook and bounced, her legs naturally spread wider to
allow better access and she pressed her head harder into the carpet,
pushing her ass higher up and back further, so that Bruce's fingers were
rubbing along her clitoris as well and pushing her over the edge of an
extremely powerful orgasm.
"AHHHHHHH!!!! BRUCE, I'M CUMMING!!!!" she screamed, thrust back
and allowed him to bury all of his thick fingers into her juicing cunt
as she came, juices flooding all over his fingers and out over his hand,
dripping down to the towel he'd thoughtfully bunched up a little earlier
under her crotch.
She moaned low in her throat, humping her ass slowly back against
his hand with ever decreasing, ever more slow rocking motions of her
curved ass.
"Ohhhh, Bruce!" she moaned one last time, then lost all the
strength in her arms and just lay there, ass up in the air before Bruce,
cunt stretched around his powerful, green fingers.
"Excellent," chuckled Bruce, his cock so hard now that it was
throbbing, so long that he'd had to turn his body while finger-fucking
her so his cock wasn't prodding against her thigh.
Now, getting up onto his knees he grabbed his impossibly long,
impossibly thick cock in one massive fist and placed the underside of the
thick, green shaft squarely between her asscheeks.
"Huh?" she grunted, her body exhausted from the powerful orgasm
it had just been rocked through,"Bruce?"
"Shhh, honey," Bruce whispered with a smile,"Just relax and let
me have what I want."
Placing his large hands onto her asscheeks, he began to slide
his cock back and forth between her crack, hands shifting and moving her
tight asscheeks together and apart, adding friction as he masturbated
himself with his wife's ass.
Betty moaned, the feel of his hard, impossibly long cock sliding
up and down between her buttocks very erotic on her sensitive,
post-orgasmic skin. She slowly rocked her ass back as he humped his
hips slowly, working the underside of his cock over her ass, sliding his
length back and forth, back and forth, sometimes pulling back far enough
that the flared, green head of his cock was slipping back between her
ass-cheeks before sliding his twenty inches back forward.
He fucked her between her buttocks, giant green cock sliding
up and down, skin against skin, the contact arousing to both of them as
they moved in perfect tandem. Betty moaned in pleasure, loving the
hot, hard feel of her husband's giant penis fucking between her buttocks.
"Oh Bruce!" she moaned,"That feels so good!"
"You should feel it from this end!" moaned Bruce, his head rolling
back as he humped over his wife's ass, sliding between her smooth buttocks
faster and faster,"Oh shit Betty, this is it! Roll over!"
He pulled his cock up and Betty, far past questioning anything
by this point, rolled over, breasts swinging to the side then snapping
back.
He slapped his cock down over her cunt and belly, grabbed her
legs and squeezed them together around his thick meat. He quickly began
pounding between her legs, his fat, thick, long, hard cock fucking between
her legs, using her limbs like a cunt as he closed his eyes and gritted
his teeth.
"Gonna fucking cum!" he groaned.
"DO IT!" squealed Betty,"CUM, BRUCE, CUM!"
He slammed between her legs, blasting thick sperm from his cock
between her heaving breasts, into her face and over her neck. He just
kept blasting away, showering his wife in cum as her legs squeezed around
his fat, long cock.
"Oh Betty!" he moaned, falling backwards, cock sliding out between
her now sweaty thighs as Betty lay back, tits heaving up and down, newly
dyed blond hair wet with sweat, face flushed and her upper body streaked
with thick strands of The Incredible Hulk's sperm.
"Oh... Bruce!" she gasped.
And the two of them had lain like that for the next few minutes,
enjoying the first consummation of their relationship since she'd returned
to him.
Doom left the Flight Console, turning about and moving with an
easy grace that belied his heavy looking armor and green cape. He stood
in front of The Hulk's frozen body, hands on hips as he stared at The
Gamma Goliath.
"Excellent," he muttered,"The chemical imbalance has been reversed
and restored to relative normality, concerning Dr. Banner's rather unique
physiology."
"Ummm... he still looks the same, Doc." muttered Rick.
Indeed, The Hulk remained the misshapen, hunched over monster
that had struck fear into the hearts of so many in the past.
"Fool," muttered Doom angrily,"Banner is held inside a field
of frozen temporal energy, how COULD he look any different!"
Rick couldn't think of a smart answer to that, something you were
likely to come across when trying to match wits with one of the two
smartest men on the planet. Then his eyes lit up.
"So how did you change this chemical imbalance thingy in his head
then?"
"If you are ready for a lesson in trans-temporal surgery, Jones,
then Doom will explain," replied Doom,"In layman’s terms, it was simply a
matter of unfreezing his mind from the temporal field while retaining the
field of temporal energy about his body....."
"Okay, okay!" cried Rick, throwing up his hands in surrender,"You
win, if you say he's fixed, he's fixed!"
"Of course he is, Doom does not make glib remarks," replied Doom,
then moved to a console near The Hulk,"Stand back, his body's reaction
will be quite violent as it catches up to the changes made to his brain."
Marlo (standing behind Rick), Betty and Rick moved back as far
as they could without touching any of the important looking techie stuff
along the walls. Doom did not move from his spot after making
the necessary adjustments to the temporal field, confident in his ability
to deflect any problem.
The Hulk's body remained still for a moment, then with a
bloodcurdling roar the creature reached up and grabbed it's head, clutching
the sides of it's face.
"STOP NOISE IN HULK'S HEAD!" roared The Hulk,"MAKE NOISE GO
AWAY!"
He twisted around and glared with fury at Doom, seeing a target
upon which to vent his fury,"YOU! HULK SMASH YOU!"
He leaped forward towards the unmoving Doctor Doom, then stopped
and fell to the ground, twisting and shaking around, his skin twisting
and shaking unnaturally. His body seemed to stretch and twist, his skin
tone darkening, then lightening and then steadying out to a lighter
shade of green than it had been before. His misshapen features seemed to
stretch and contort, presenting a horrified image to the three people
who were closest to him in all the world.
"Oh shit," muttered Rick,"I've never heard The Hulk in pain
before."
Arching his back, The Hulk let out a scream of fury as his eyes
settled on Doom's face.
"HULK.... REMEMBER..... YOU!" it roared menacingly, not stating
a fact but making a threat, and then he went mercifully still.
With a groan, Bruce Banner opened his eyes and found himself
lying on a spaceship, his last physical memory being in the clearing
fighting Barren and Pulce, although he did seem to have a strangely
clear memory of that time with Betty when they'd....
"Hehe," chuckled the eight foot tall, several foot across, green
skinned scientist. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head, then turned
and looked over at Doom.
Strangely, he felt a flash of irrational hatred and anger for
The Armored Monarch, then it passed and with a shake of his head he was
himself again.
"Bruce?" asked Betty, almost unable to hope.
"Bets," he chuckled,"I'm not sure what happened, but I'm guessing
I gave you a scare?"
"You big knucklehead!" she sobbed with relief, rushing forward
and flinging her arms around his neck, peppering the side of his face with
kisses.
"Betty! Betty! Not in front of the kids!!" laughed Bruce, standing
up to his full height and taking her with him. He lifted one massive
arm and let her settle down onto it, turning with a grin to look at Rick
and Marlo.
"Marlo, aren't you cold?" he asked, noting her tanktop and panties.
"Doom doesn't have much in the way of ladies clothing," replied
the redhead with a wry smile,"And we left our luggage back at Castle
Doom."
"If you wanted female apparel, you merely needed to ask," muttered
Doom, as if it was the obvious thing to do to ask The Monarch Of Latveria
for clothing,"I did not realize it was an issue."
He turned and punched a few buttons on a console, and a green
grid of light surrounded Marlo.
"HEY!" cried Rick,"What the hell!"
"Relax, Rick Jones," sighed Doom,"Doom's computers are taking
measurements, then preparing adequate clothing for your wife, they will
not be high fashion, but they will cover her."
"Speaking of which," muttered The Hulk, looking down at his
torn purple pants,"I'll grab a spare set of clothes as well... where are
we going anyway?"
"New York, New York," replied Rick, casting a wary glance at
Marlo's glowing body,"Doom figures if he can make it there, he'll make
it anywhere."
As the four shared a laugh, relieving nervous tension, Doom left
the large chamber that housed the cockpit and room for close to twenty
people of varying shapes and sizes.
The Monarch Of Latveria moved calmly down the corridors of his
massive Craft, examining the results of the testing he had just run on
the microscopic blood sample extracted from The Hulk while he was held
in the temporal field.
"Excellent," chuckled Doom, as the results not only confirmed his
own necessarily conservative estimates, but surpassed them,"Tuly excellent."
Rick wouldn't have been the only one not to have liked his tone
of voice.
(*) I did NOT make that up, see The Incredible Hulk #384 for
a very, very amusing story.
End Incredible Hulk : Evolution 2.
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