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Mary Anne Part I: The Visit As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the sleepy suburban streets, a beat-up old sedan trundled down the empty road. As Ewan spotted a narrow strip of concrete jutting out from the curb, he pulled over, carefully positioning the car at a slight angle to avoid blocking any driveways or pedestrians passing by. The car had seen better days, but for Ewan, it held a special place in his heart; after all, it was his first. Ewan double-checked that his keys were safely tucked away in his pocket. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing stray strands before focusing on the house across the street. It was a small, cosy bungalow with a neatly trimmed lawn and potted flowers lining the front porch. His grandmother's name, Mary Anne, was etched onto a wooden sign above the doorbell. Ewan took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, closing the door behind him. He hesitated momentarily, staring at the familiar sight of his grandmother's cosy tiny

'Tom I'm not doing it.' 'Come on Grace! It'll be a laugh. Just one night! Come on, I'll let you pick out a look. Now we both know you don't want to take on a comic look so I'll choose mine and then we'll go hunting for yours.' Tom started surfing the web until he found the perfect captain America costume to which I bent down to admire. The frame of the costume showed a well built muscular man with a strong bod. Something Tom has never had. 'So you're gonna look like that?' 'Well bar the muscles yeah.' I rolled my eyes at the notion that I thought he could ever look like a ripped superhero. But I had to admit the site painted the men in a glamorous light. So imagine what the women would be portrayed as. Probably mindless kinky sluts with incredibly revealing costumes, because as we all know. Comics attract the guys more than the girls. But the notion did intrigue, it couldn't hurt right? 'Well, what women costumes do they have?' Tom's eyes lit up, almost as if I had told him Christmas came early. Honesty, he gets so passionate about stuff. Its one of the traits I love most about him. 'Oh I know just the thing.' He turned away from me as to not show me anything. He licked his lips, this was a sign of incredible concentration, sometimes I'd peer into his Man cave and see him in a call as he's fixated on some kind of game. That same look, to say I was worried would be an understatement. He clicked the touch pad with such emphasis, you'd think he just won a million pounds. And with that, he shut the laptop with a massive grin on his face. 'Come on show me!' I tried to take the laptop from him and we wrestled on the sofa for a split second before his strength overpowered mine. He giggled a crafty tone as he shook the laptop teasing me with it out of my reach. 'No, no. You'll have to wait.' I sat with my arms and legs crossed with a grumpy face as if I was a small child wanting a toy from the toy shop. Tom smirked at me, an evil, alpha smirk as he played along with my theatrics. 'Fine. When will it be here?' I rested my head on my fists looking at him as he tapped his fingers on the top of the laptop knowing that this was killing me inside not knowing. I wasn't normally so forward, but he liked to tease me a lot. So I had to change myself slightly to accommodate a rebuttal to any remark he could throw my way. But honestly, I don't like confrontation. It feels played out and feels as if it's just a pissing contest. Seeing who can piss the other off before someone says something they'll regret. No thank you. 'Tomorrow.' My face was shocked. That was very quick indeed. I started to tense up at the ramifications of this transaction. 'Honey, how much were these costumes?' I said with a worried expression. 'Grace, I'm not gonna tell you that, why would I?' Tom looked annoyed at the implication that I'd ask how much we'd spend on a costume. Well concerning the fact that we both share a bank account I don't want to be broke for the sake of some party. 'It's Halloween, you have to spunk out a few quid.' He waved his hand around not looking at me in a nonchalant manner. Tom wasn't one for repeating himself. 'Wait! So it was a lot?!?!' I was playing out the scenarios in my head at how much these costumes sent us back. Tom realised that my breathing was increasing rapidly so he dropped the laptop and took my hands in his. As he looked to my hands, he stroked my fingers calming me down. Looking directly at me he breathed in and out slowly as I began to copy his motion. 'Babe. I wouldn't waste a ton of money on a costume. Don't worry. That's the last thing I want you to do. Anyway, this was meant to be fun. Our first costume collaboration. Grace, it isn't gonna send us into debt. Okay?' I nodded as I felt my body loosen as his hands warmed mine up. The corner of my mouth twitched as it formed into a smile. 'Thank you.' He smiled at me letting go of my hands as he placed his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled closer towards his chest, feeling so safe in his arms. Tom really did have his moments. 'Well, despite what you think. I do actually care.' I thumped him gently in the chest as he chuckled a little before grabbing the remote on the sofa and switching on the TV. I began to stroke his chest rotating my finger slowly clockwise. Not taking my eyes off him. His full attention was on the screen as I stared at his face before resting my head on his chest. 'Honey.' I said in a quiet voice over the vocals of the television. 'Hmmm?' I angled my head up to him, my head coming just beneath his neck. 'I love you.' Tom turned to look down at me as he saw my eyes hadn't left his face. He smiled once again before leaning over and kissing my forehead. 'Me too.' He then snuggled his face into my head before pulling me closer in his arms. My eyes finally left his frame as they focused on the TV screen. We sat in silence cradled in one another before drifting off to sleep. *Tomorrow* The bell rang at an incredibly loud frequency as I climbed out of Tom's arms reluctantly carrying myself to the source of the noise. Opening the door slowly, the morning light bled into my vision as a silhouette of a woman stood in the doorway. She wore the usual red side bag and a tight blue shirt with shorts and walking boots. The shirt was knotted at the bottom, sporting the look of a crop top. Her whole demeanor was one of "I can't be asked with this job." 'Tom?' I shook my head as I pointed at the unconscious body that was my boyfriend on the sofa. The woman peered around me and looked at him and then shrugged. She began to look me up and down before making me sign for the package. I scribbled a symbol which resembled my signature, but it was too early to think straight. I handed her back her clipboard and took the package. She pocketed the clipboard in her bag and backed away from the door. 'Nice PJs.' I looked down at my blue teddy bear shirt and my pink leggings. I guess I did look a bit ridiculous stood here like a little girl. I wasn't that tall, so most people mad me feel like a child. At 5ft 6. I wasn't exactly towering over anyone. I forced a small smile as I began to slowly shut the door as the woman walked away. 'Cute shirt!' The woman turned back to look at me in confusion as she looked down at her own shirt. Then looked back at me, with a look of bewilderment. I realised I just complemented a stranger and I didn't really know how to continue. 'Yeah the knot in the the blouse it's really quite, uh-' I shut the door in a hurry blocking sunlight to the front room once again. Standing on my tiptoes, I looked into the peephole of the door. I watched the woman stand there for a split second, adjust her shirt and then after clicking her pad, walk away from the drive. Sliding down the door humiliated at my actions, I placed the box on the ground and sat with my hands on my face. "cute shirt. Where did that come from?" I began to fiddle with my shirt as I wondered what the woman must be thinking about me. "She was probably making fun of me anyway. Yeah, I mean it's not everyday you see a grown woman in pajamas and leggings answer the door" she smelt her armpit. "Not showering either. Jesus Christ." The thoughts only developed as I pondered on the encounter some more. To take my mind off it, I looked at the package on the floor as my mind put two and two together. 'Oh shit!' Completely forgetting about the costumes we bought last night, I grabbed the package and began to rip open the cardboard. It took some real force as the material was quite tough. Trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake Tom, I grabbed some scissors off the coffee table and cut open the box. The contents of the package contained a small note stating "www.ComicForce.com no returns" upon lifting the note the familiar Captain America costume was folded nicely in the box. The on the nose, stripes of the American flag on the stomach and the star on the chest with the red white and blue finish; was kind of predictable and simple for a design. I mean afterall, we're British. Isn't there a Captain Britain costume or something? I don't know. Placing the brown boots and gloves out of the box, I was able to remove the actual costume. Eager to see what was underneath, I chucked the outfit to one side. Below lay a white and purple one piece which was very plain and simple. But it wasn't that revealing, apart from an incredibly plunged neckline, from the look of things. I pulled the costume out, it was warmer than the other costume. This made sense, it being positioned below the American man. Hoisting it out of the box, I let it fold out to reveal a sleeveless, legless piece which would cover my body exposing both my arms and legs. I guess this is where the skimpy part comes in. Laying it down on the ground right at the bottom were two purple gloves and boots, matching the same shade as the one piece. The gloves and boots looked well made and appeared to be real leather. Removing the high boots and gloves, the receipt was at the bottom of the box. £345.99. 'For fuck sake Tom!' I whispered to myself as I looked back at both outfits. Well I guess Michelle finally took me off that apprenticeship. So it shouldn't be too bad in expenses. But I just thought that a big purchase like this should have been for something worth while, rather than two costumes we'll probably wear once or twice. And thanks to the company I can't return them. Isn't that fantastic... Turning back to the costume, it was very plain indeed for a comic design. Not very eye catching or striking. I guess white is a bold choice. But you'd never keep it clean. What superhero is this? I retrieved the receipt again and looked under Captain America, She Hulk. What the fuck is a She Hulk? Reaching for my phone on the coffee table I type in the words and a ton of images appear of a muscular, but completely feminine green woman who looked to be about 6ft tall. Checking the bio, it confirmed she was in fact 6ft 9. Wow. That's a lotta woman! The bio intrigued me as I read she was the cousin to the Hulk. The Hulk, on the other hand was the Guy fantasy on steroids, a great green monster, 7ft at least. Wide as a truck and angry. Really angry. She Hulk didn't seem to be as angry, keeping her charisma even while holding up a car. Wait! She can hold up a car! What the fuck! I began to dig around the internet about people's interpretations of the character, but slowly stopped as things got a little too hot very quick. She was a gorgeous looking character. Assertive, strong, attractive. Any girl would be envious to be her. The green hue is a bit much though. But it does contrast tremendously with the white outfit. Hmmm. I wonder why Tom got me this costume. It's not too revealing I guess, but is he trying to tell me something? Is he into muscular chicks? Maybe he likes green girls. I mean I can paint myself green, but that is literally just a fantasy. Honestly, if I end up wearing this in foreplay, it better be worth it. Fuck it, let's try it on. Grabbing one of leather gloves from the pile I created of the costume, I slipped it on over my hand. 'Woahhhh.' I felt a surge of warmth all over me as the glove made contact with my skin. Perhaps this is what it feels like to wear leather on your skin. I mean the difference between the two materials could create a heating sensation in the body. But it did feel pleasurable. 'Ahhh so you found it, what do ya think?' I spun around to see Tom sitting on the sofa watching me mesmerized with the glove. He had this stupid smoulder on his face which he flaunted over to me. In response I clenched and unclenched my gloved fist. The size of the glove appeared at first glance to be too big, but it felt snug on my hand. Rifling through my fingers I didn't take my eyes off the glove. 'It's interesting.' Tom shuffled onto the floor kneeling next to me his hands in his lap all giddy. 'Yeah that's She Hulk's outfit. I thought you'd suit it.' 'Suit it? In what way?' 'Well it's not too revealing. It's a simple design, not to out there. You could easily use it for more than just a costume. And I think it will really bring out the inner you.' 'So does that mean I have to paint myself green?' 'Well if ya want. But I think you could get away without the paint. What did it come with?' He surveyed the rest of the costume taking it all in. 'Boots, gloves, suit yeah. Holy shit! And contacts! Wow pretty good.' Taken back by his last comment I looked away from the glove to meet his eyes. 'Contacts? What do you mean?' 'Well you know your eyes are a light green right now. A bit of a difference from hazel brown wouldn't you say? They look great. Don't let them dry out though.' He got up and walked past me to retrieve his Captain America costume, fumbling around excitedly retrieving everything. He rushed upstairs tripping over the second step up to the bedroom. Rolling my eyes, I watched him disappear up the bannister. After being alone again, I began to think about what he said. Can't he tell the difference between brown and green? We've known each other a year now, surely he knows the colour of my eyes. Looking towards the one piece once again I decided that if Tom was trying his on, I might as well wear mine. Hmmm it looks quite tight around the hips and the waist. I don't think I could wear anything under this. This is kind of a deal breaker I don't want to be walking around with a skin tight suit which is sure to give me a camel toe. Fuck sake! Damn comic proportions, they're never modelled for a real girl. Making the decision, I took off my teddy bear shirt and my pink leggings as the cold temperature of the room invaded my body. I stood naked as the chill made my nipples erect slightly. My 26A cups hung motionless on my body with nothing holding them up. My flat ass completely exposed to the world. I retrieved the one piece and stepped inside the body suit. It was completely form fitting. I felt my pussy rub gently against the fabric as the suit clung to my body. Once again thinking it was too big, the suit was a perfect fit. My arms and legs were totally exposed, but somehow it didn't feel intrusive. It felt homely, inviting. Standing in the boots and placing the second glove on my other hand, I completed the look. Releasing the clip which kept my hair up, it cascaded down to my exposed shoulders. Looking down on a first person perspective of the outfit was difficult, so I made my way to the corner of the room to the full length mirror. Oh my god! I look hot! Noticing how the clothing perfectly sculpted my small, but now exaggerated features. My breasts seemed to appear as B cups rather than the A I was used to. My hips appeared more wide as my waist seemed thinner. The outfit did wonders for my figure, it also extenuated my arms and legs. I looked like a hot superhero. My arms and legs were obviously reacting to the heat of the outfit as that familiar feeling of pleasure flowed through me much stronger now. My arms and legs looked sexy, sleak but slightly toned, like a swimwear model. Just with a flatter chest. To show off my brand new look I decided to do a super pose by flexing my arm, to my shock; the slightest smallest bulge popped up from my arm. I was never that strong so this was as good as it will get. But my legs look so good in this suit. I love this look. Feeling empowered and determined I began to punch the air with my fingerless leather gloves as I got closer and closer to the mirror, sporting a massive grin. Taking in my appearance up close, this suit did look incredible on me. I loved the way it felt apart of me. Not too revealing, yes my boobs maybe partially on show at the top, but in terms of a suit, I could've done worse. Looking at my face, I noticed that my eyes surprisingly were green. Now I'm not going crazy, I'm not wearing any contacts. So what was this? Come to think of it, with my hair now in the light, there was the faintest shade of a green strand creeping its way in. Now this could all just be a coincidence and a trick of the light. Normally I'd think it would be, but that doesn't explain the rapid change of eye colour. It's almost as if I'm- 'AMERICA!!!!' Hearing Tom's voice snapped me out of my thought process. As I heard him rush down the stairs as fast as he could. I could see his reflection jump the last four steps as he stood shield in one hand, his other clenched on his waist. 'YOUR CAPTAIN HAS ARRIVED!!!!' Tom stopped dead in his tracks when he looked at me from behind, my eyes still staring at myself in the mirror mesmerized by the transformation the suit had given me. 'Babe.' I turned slowly to face him, my hands casually laying by my sides as I pushed my chest out, trying to show off my assets. This seductive look in my eyes. 'You look. Wow.' I needed him. Bad. Like a magnet I launched myself at him and before I knew what I was doing, I was making out with him so ferociously the force in which I collided with him pinned him up against the bannister. Tom dropped his shield in shock as he returned the snog as we both closed our eyes. I needed him, almost eating his lips I was sucking so hard. I heard him pull back, but I grabbed his head in the darkness and brought it closer to me. He obliged as he continued the snog. I'd never forced myself on Tom before but something inside me needed him there and then. Once again, I heard him start to shuffle and as I opened my eyes, I could see him starting to take his costume off from the top. In an instant I grabbed his hand and pinned it to the top of the bannister. Taken aback by my action, Tom took his hand off the wooden structure before I pinned it once again, finally releasing my lips from his, I said to him plain and simply. 'Clothes on.' Shocked at first, but then very excitedly; Tom undid his zipper as his erect cock was finally able to be set loose after being teased for so long. His 6 inch member looked gorgeous and so inviting. Instinctively I fell to my knees and grabbed the rod and guided it towards my mouth so hard that I pulled Tom forward a step. I began rubbing the length of his shaft faster and faster, harder and harder. The leather of my glove rubbing against his cock making the skin turn red slightly from the pressure. I began to deep throat Tom's member. Something I've always wanted to do, but never had the strength to do it. This sent Tom into a frenzy as his body began to shake uncontrollably until his seed was sent shot after shot down my throat. Normally I was only able to consume only two shots before the feeling was too much and I would gag. But today, I took every last drop. Not getting enough as the cum began to fill my belly and then dissipate in my stomach. I swallowed all of it and then wiped my mouth clean, cleaning the rest of his cock with my lips It wasn't enough. I needed more. Grabbing him from his glutes, I squeezed Tom's ass so hard as I sucked on his cock trying desperately to take anything else he had. Tom began to feel uncomfortable as I sucked harder and squeezed more and more. 'Right babe. I think that's enough.' I continued to suck and squeeze bringing him. Closer and closer. 'Ow babe, stop!' I squeezed yet again and sucked the smallest amount of semen out of him. 'GRACE!' With as much force as he could, he backed off and pushed me off him. As I collapsed to the floor in ecstasy my breathing was so fast I thought I'd pass out. Looking up at the ceiling fan, my view was limited, Tom came into my field and held my hand in his. I noticed that my skin tone seemed paler than normal. Could be another sign. But we are coming into flu season. Tom began to rub my hand in the leather glove as my breathing pattern slowed down to normal once again. He helped me sit up as the blood rushed back around my body. Tom sat with me for a second as he realised that I was completely calm now. 'In the entire year I've known you, you've never been like that. You okay?' I processed in my head for a second. I wanted something and rather than thinking it through, I just instinctively did it. Not thinking, just actions. And in the moment it felt good. 'I'm wonderful. Sorry, just wanted to try something.' Tom paused for a moment before responding. 'Alright then. Now you've experienced it, you'll know what to do from now on right? Restraint?' I nodded quickly. 'Cool. Now excuse me while I go have a heart attack. Thank god we didn't get anything on our costumes what were we thinking?! I mean the price alone is-' He stopped himself before looking at me. I sat emotionless to his comment as he began to rise and retire back to the bedroom to take the costume off and get ready for work. Seeing him disappear, I clenched my gloved fist once more. The feeling was euphoric like finally, I could make a decision for myself. The confidence I felt in the costume was unparalleled to anything I'd experienced before. I looked over to the box which contained our costumes. I knew I had to take it off. But for some reason, the thought of doing so felt sad to me. As something was definitely happening. The changing of iris from brown to green. The confidence. The hair. Reaching for my phone I looked at the pics of She Hulk one more time, the green hair looking identical to my strand. The vivid green eyes not far off mine. Hmmm, She Hulk became herself through a blood transfusion from her cousin. Which he got his form from the power of gamma radiation. It seemed a dumb thing to think, but what if She Hulk was real? Or at least this clothing was exposed to gamma radiation, maybe trying to create She Hulk or Hulk and I have a prototype of that radiation. I'll have to take it to the lab and run some tests. Deciding finally to take the suit off, I reluctantly stripped the one piece off standing only in purple leather boots and gloves, looking like someone from an Ann Summers add. Taking the boots off. I put the items back in the box. As the cold air invaded; my skin became freezing again as that comforting warmth left my body. Taking both gloves off and placing them on the floor, I stood naked in the middle of the room once again. However looking in the mirror I noticed that my Potbelly had completely vanished, replaced by a flat stomach with the start of abdominal muscles forming. Ah yeah, I guess muscle growth is part and parcel of it. If I continue to wear the costume. The thought stuck in my mind as I noticed my frame seemed slightly more filled out. Broader shoulders, wider hips, thinner waist. An actual ass and B cup breasts. These adjustments are permanent then. I wonder what that post woman would think of me now. In the "nice outfit" as my muscles would expand and my height would increase as well as turning an emerald shade of green with luscious green hair. I would tower above her as she'd look at me with longing and desire. 'Mmmmmm' that feeling returned of warmth and comfort as I thought what it would be like to be She Hulk. My life would never be the same. However, I would be the most gorgeous, powerful woman in the world. The feeling was too much to contain, as to satisfy my need I began to pleasure myself in front of the mirror; imagining what I would look like sent me into a frenzy. One finger wasn't enough as I began to rub my clit with two fingers fast and faster, deeper and deeper. Until suddenly I let forth a great moan as I fell to my knees. Never feeling that intense of an orgasm ever, it scared me. Maybe I'm not ready for this power. I should try to better myself before rushing to the finish line. Spotting the two gloves outside of the box, I packed both back in as I closed the lid and slid it under the coffee table as I began to walk upstairs to get changed for work. Reaching half way up the stairs, I paused. Looking back at the box, it was almost as if it were calling me back to the costume. Almost like it was apart of me. Trying to walk up the stairs again, I stopped and turned around making up my mind. I ran back down stairs, opened the box and retrieved one leather glove. I stared at the rest of the costume before hastily tidying it away once again. Taking a deep breath, I slipped the glove back on my hand. That familiar warm pleasure returned to me. I turned away from the box and walked back upstairs to the bedroom as I noticed that Tom was showering in the room next door. I looked down at my gloved hand once more. One glove won't make too much of a difference, right? #FMG #femalemusclegrowth #musclegrowth #musclegrowthstories #shehulktransformation #hulktransformation #breastexpansion #assexpansion #transformation #transformationstories #shehulk #hulk

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