This choice: Turn to the right and go up the stairs. • Go Back...Chapter #5Turn to the right and go up the stairs. by: Unknown You decide to fight natural instinct to stay close to the entrance and instead venture further into She-Hulk's house. You figure that nothing ventured means nothing gained.
You step gently to your right and a profound wonder draws you up her stairs. Your hand glides over the railing as you observe the impressive architectural character of Jennifer's house, Carved wood and finished fittings. You stand at the first junction between the next flight of stairs before letting go of the rail and peering out of the large glass pane seated and framed on the wall; outside it an incredible view graces your sight. You admonish yourself slightly for wasting time with trivialities when the real prize is far more substantial and aromatic.
You reach the top of the flight of stairs to discover another wooden deck floor story to the house adorned with some interesting hanging pictures and art. You absorb your surroundings in an prepared and calculated manner, having first considered the properties of Jennifer's home beforehand. There are four rooms; three facing you and leading from the stairs, the last is a bathroom at the end of the hall facing opposite to the rest of the rooms. You stride the last few steps into the new, mysterious hallway you hope to answer your desires. Wasting no more time you quickly turn the doorknob on the first door to meet your eyes, directly in front of you. Your desires intensify when you realize this room contains She-hulks' sporting equipment. Weights and machines adorn the large and impressive room. Some of the equipment is strange and alien; you infer that perhaps the nature of it may be aligned with the Justice League science division.
One piece of equipment above all catches your rapt attention; a ball of firm viscosity, a slight green colour mixed with a darker grey; relieved into the surface rests certain confirmation: Justice League: Jennifer Walters, SHE-HULK. The orb is gargantuan. Stepping closer towards its position and further into the room reveals two large holes, a perfectly painted circle surrounds it and a selection of instructions. 'Place both feet firmly inside the ball, then perform abdominal and oblique stretches as required.' You also see that the ball is bolted to the floor, obviously to avoid extraneous movement (but also preventing you from taking it with you as well). Walking around it to the back you realize She-Hulk has left herself a message. 'Wash.' Your heart skips a beat when you realize the note is dated last year; clearly Jennifer has avoided washing this receptacle of her large, sweaty, dirty feet for a full year. You kneel at the strange, inviting orb. An aroma of vinegar, cheese and salt pervades your olfactory senses. You realize that She-hulk must use this exclusively, to keep her abdominal and core in the incredible washboard state it is famous for. The complex aroma also reveals another incredible hint; the womanly scent of She-Hulk infused within her sweat. You inch closer to the strange viscous ball - placing your nose closer to the source of the incredible aroma. Ecstasy. The smell grows in strength as you take deep whiffs of the ankle shaped hole. You press your face into the spongy surface of the ball.
A sudden suction grips your entire face into the ankle hole; you panic and struggle in vain. Your head is sucked down into the humid, spongy soleprint of She-Hulk's right foot.
The impressive curvature and size of the perfectly relieved print of her sole is only rivalled by the overwhelming aroma. A sharper, stronger and riper smell completely overpowering your olfactory senses is apparent from inside the orb. You cough as you take in the ambient aroma of her feet; preserved from months of the Amazonian super-heroine's training regimen. You are actually surprised that the viscous gel-like orb is transparent from the inside, and completely breathable, seemingly. You begin to passionately smell the exquisite mix of vinegary and cheesy sweat and salt, the humid texture of the heel of her foot. You press your head down further; being slowly pulled into the ball of her foot, where She-Hulk's sweaty instep and arch have been. You are suddenly ripped off your feet by the powerful suction, your face is pressed into the far end of the orb; where the sexy super-heroine's toes have been. The smell is radically more pungent, a truly intense, sharp vinegar and cheese. You cough for as many breaths of the odour you take in. Your whole body quivers, and is abruptly pulled into the gel-orb, easily absorbing your entire body - you twist and contort to turn yourself around. You panic with sheer cold sweat, totally unsure, feeling the hole you came through return to its original diameter. Your entire lower body recedes into the ball, beneath She-Hulk's footprint, your chest is obscured under a thin gel layer between; your face sits just above the threshold of the aromatic upper foot cavity. Laying on your back, with your face up. You spend some time growing accustomed to the completely alien surroundings, wrapped in the receptacle of Jennifer's feet, smelling the fragrant aroma.
Some time passes...
Dread and fierce excitement both creep over you as you hear the click of Jennifer's heeled footwear. You hear each step as she ascends the stairs in slow succession. You finally see her. Thick, billowing rich black hair, broad shoulders, toned, powerful core. tastefully toned arms and refined hands. She strides up another few steps. Wide, womanly hips, powerful glute's, hamstrings and quadriceps; working like clockwork to pivot her weight effortlessly, clearly a practised stride. She finally looks upwards with a gaze of determinedness. Her sizeable calf's finally guide her heeled feet to the last step; striding into the room routinely, unbeknownst to her, however - you have awaited her. What happens next surprises you considerably. She struts to the wall, pressing her hand to it. Your mouth drops as the wall hisses slightly, then opens into a secret room, Jennifer steps into the room, the door shutting behind her.
You marvel as She-Hulk, adorned in her heroine outfit, minus the boots steps back out of the room slowly. She flicks back a strand of her rich black hair with her hand, with the other on her hip. Each second that passes as you watch her is like a fantasy playing out before you. She waits for a few moments - but then: you watch as She-Hulks steps forward. One large, high-arched, sexy green foot, a powerful and shapely calve, then her robust hamstring and quad, wide hip and upper body. Her bust must be absolutely massive you realize; sizing her up in her altered state; the vibrant green-skinned She-Hulk exudes confidence and strength. She steps fully into the weight-room; her Amazoness height of 6'7 is impressive in itself, but made more vivid by her impressive body tone and voluptuous shape. You gulp as She-Hulk struts towards you with purpose. You believe that she is not aware of your presence, however.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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