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- URRRRRR! HULK IS HERE!
Suddenly, a column of water exploded behind me, like a geyser from underneath it, Breena appeared, unrecognisable. Her skin had turned green, her muscles had grown, she was taller, and her breasts were in the strangulation danger zone.
- Peter! - as the film crew either ran away or kept filming, only Ripley jumped to the side. - Hurry up and say your will! I'll be sure to pass it on!
- You'd better tell them that I blame you for my death. Hmvvvv!
Hulk didn't let me finish, pouncing on me from behind and dragging me to the bottom with an evil look.
**The next morning. Breena Benner's flat.
- Uwah! - Abruptly Breena jumped out of bed in a cold sweat. She took a quick glance around her surroundings, trailing off in frustration as she scooted across the bed. Brina ruffled her hair, mouthing with a murdered face, -Did I do it again? Hurt the innocent again...
- Uahhhh... You awake, beautiful? - Ripley entered the room, dressed in her pyjamas, as if nothing had happened. Her concern immediately filled Breena's heart with determination, the dead look left her face and she turned to Ripley for the truth:
- Tell me... Is he badly hurt...?
- Peter, well... - Rayanne lowered her eyebrows and averted her gaze, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat.
- No! No, no, no! Don't tell me I... - The word 'killed' stuck in her throat like a lump of barbed wire. This was the day she dreaded most in the world--
- Hrrrrrr! - There was a sudden snoring sound on the right side of the bed.
Ripley turned away even more, and Breena hesitantly crawled along the bed in the company of her incomprehension to see who was down there.
- А?! Why is he sleeping here!!! - she reacted to Peter, lying in an extremely uncomfortable position by the bed with his arms up and his trousers off.
- Ah, Avengers grow up so fast.... - Rayanne said maternally, putting her palm to his cheek. - You've become a woman now.
- Can someone please explain to me what the hell happened yesterday!!!?
**Yesterday. Peter.
As I hopped around on one leg shaking the water out of my ears, the film crew slowly gathered and returned to their proper places. As for the Hulk, well.....
- Don't look... Hulk is shy... - she was still in the water, trying in vain to pull up her swimming costume top.
I kind of felt sorry for her, she was clearly having a hard time containing her strength when fitting watermelons into coconut cups, plus she looked frankly embarrassed by the task.
- Hey, Ripley, can you find a swimming costume for her?
- Oh, well. I mean, I could do that. But... Who's gonna take it to her? - with a pale face, Useless was saying, "Please, not me!
- So maybe... - I looked round at the entire film crew, who all had the same expressions on their faces. - Haa... I'll take it from here.
.....
With sporting a sky-coloured one-piece swimming costume, did I fit, or did I swim up, or did I still fit? Well, I'm not a boat to walk on water, am I? But if I was a ship, what kind of ship would I be?
- Huh? Don't look. The Hulk. - While I was conjuring up images of a certain collection and something azure, the giantess lowered herself into the water, leaving only her running eyes and red cheeks on the surface.
- Here, this swimming costume is more like it.
- Bvvva... Bvvv?
- I can't make out anything through the water, and it's dangerous to talk like that!
- Hulka says. Guys like bikinis. Bikinis?
- It depends on the guy.
- Peter likes bikinis. Bikinis? Or does he like a one-piece? - why I feel out of place when the green giantess takes her eyes off me when I look at her. Somehow I didn't picture myself as the kind of monster who likes to smash everything.
- Well, it depends on the girl. Some look good in a bikini, showing off attractive skin, others look better in a one-piece, the lines of which emphasise the lush shape, if any.
- Hulky has it!... - With a confident smile, she stood up, showing off her forms.... Having lowered my head out of politeness, I couldn't avoid the demonstration, though this time the centre of the display was the back of the exhibition.
.....
- So-and-so... Mrs Hulk? - Ripley clung to her chair like a pilot catapulting out of an aeroplane. - Wh-what's next?
- Hulk wants a date! - she grabbed my arm and lifted me into the air.
- Oh! Good! Then you can bring Breena back to....
- No! The hulk wants a date! - Now she's waving me like a flag, at least she's got one hand free to hold up her trunks.
- Good...
.....
Did our date continue from there? This time we rode every slide, hugging me from behind now, hugging me tightly, not so that my back was in pain, but rather so that it felt good about something else. We walked through the coffee shops, stopping at each one for a snack, well I limited myself to a glass of juice, lemonade. At the end of the day I was exhausted as hell, and seemed to hate the water that had been in all my orifices and more than once today.
- Hmph! - Blowing out the water, I took a swig of lemonade, not out of thirst, but in an attempt to get rid of the taste of chlorine in my mouth. - Haa...
- Peter doesn't like... Being with the Hulk? - The giantess fidgeted in her seat, placing a platter of whole roast pig on the table. And why the hell would a water park serve roast pork, and a whole one at that?
- No, it's more like Peter's sick of the water. At least it took my mind off things. - While she was dragging me around the slides and cafes, I stopped planning how to screw up my date, and I didn't think about Penny anymore.
- Oh, good. Hulka likes it with Peter. - bad words made me tense.
- Y-yes? How can I fix this? I mean, why?
- Peter said what Peter said. - What an eloquent sentence, only my shallow mind was the reason I only got a questioning expression in response. - About favourite girls.
Is that when I said I like green and that strong, tall girls turn me on?
- Peter wants to mate with the Hulk? - Yeah, you got it. Why does she blush when she asks questions like that directly? - Hulka's inexperienced. So Peter will tell her what to do.
Well, if that's what she wants, I have an easy way to ruin this date! Looks like I'll be seeing Eroil again soon, I hope he misses me.
- No, I don't want to mate with you. - at my words, her face glazed over for a few seconds, and then:
- Fuhhhh.... Good, because Hulka was unprepared and afraid.
- No, I don't mean I don't want to now, I mean I don't find you attractive in general. - Yes, the direct approach is the best, even if it means getting beaten up a lot. You need to get into the swing of things.
- Peter. Doesn't find the Hulk attractive? Not at all. - Where's my beating woman?! Why are you crying? That's low, by the way.
Now what? She looks at me like a kid who's been banned from his birthday party. Well, I have to show my manly will and stand my ground, despite the tears...
- Just as Hulka thought. Hulka is really ugly. Hulka shouldn't have wanted a date... No one would want a date with a pathetic Hulka.... Breena is right... I wish Hulka had never come into the world....
- Haa. You have a gorgeous arse that I couldn't ignore when you turned round. Gorgeous breasts that when you snuggled up to me on the slides, I had to deliberately put my hands down to my swim trunks. Lush hair that made me want to dip my fingers in. Eyes that are alive and staring back at me. - and what these tear manipulations can't bring a man to? He doesn't look like himself.
- I see. Peter wants to mate with the Hulk.
- Hey, why isn't that a question anymore?! - Well, at least the object of manipulation is gone, and the tears are instantly dry.
.....
- Ripley! - Possessively hugging me and holding me to her chest, Giantess ran up to the film crew.
- Hyah! Y-yes, Mrs Hulka...?
- We're going to Breena's house. Peter wants to sleep with Hulka in the same bed.
- Э?! Where the hell did that come from?! I don't want that! - Just let the man get a decent night's sleep, huh? No oral and boob molestation!
- How can Hulka lie? If Hulka says it like this. - What kind of setup is that?! She's making an innocent face!
- Peter. I didn't think you'd--
- Who?
- I'm sorry! W-with the most gorgeous women on the planet!
- ...?!
- In the universe and beyond!!!
Why do I feel like I've severely underestimated Giantess up to this point?...?
.....
- Peter sleeps naked! - and why is she going into wrecker mode now?!
- No! I'm used to sleeping with my clothes on! - I have to concentrate to pump up my strength before she rips my trousers. Woman, what am I going home in?!
- Hulka needs to see Peter naked to be ready!
- Trust me, there's nothing in there you need to be ready for!
- Hulka's a scientist, Hulka needs to know!
- You're not a scientist, your alter--
*(clothes rattling)
My jeans. Why should my possessions suffer? Why is he being punished like this?!
- Hulk pants crash!
- What the hell?!
.....
I managed to save my pants, but I still ended up as a dakimakura for Giantess, who hugged me with both arms and legs.
- Hey, Breena won't like it. - I want to go home, though is there much difference between being a cuddle pillow for Hulky or Sabretooth?
- Brina doesn't like everything the Hulk likes. Crush. Having fun. Crush... - is that it? Perhaps this situation could be useful?
- A question unrelated to what you said and with no slippery motives: is there anything you'd like?
- Ice cream. - And me!
- Anything I could do for you?
- Well. - Why is she blushing all of a sudden? When she attacked my underwear, she didn't avert her eyes. - Hulka would like to be patted on the head.
Deciding it wasn't a big deal, I began gently stroking her hair. She even relaxed her grip, allowing me to release my hand. It wasn't a couple of minutes later that ....
- Hulke... Hmm... You like... Hmm... Peter. - she fell asleep.
I, on the other hand, have genuine feelings for every anime, and not just anime, cuddle pillow in the world, for sleeping in a position where you're hugged with all four limbs is damn uncomfortable!
**Ripley.
Since I'm a responsible employee, I couldn't let anything happen to Peter, alone with the Hulk. So I had no choice but to spend the night with them.
- Peter sleeps naked!
Even though I said I couldn't let anything happen, but when Hulka threw Parker on her shoulder and dragged him straight to my room, I was confused. Now, however, I pulled myself together and...
- Hulk wrecking pants! - watching them closely, through the slit of the slightly open door. Don't worry, Peter, I'm holding a candle to you!
.....
There, nothing illegal but kidnapping, harassment, property damage, holding against will and assault happened, and it's safe to assume I played my part in it!
- Hulk... Hmmm... Like it... Hmm... Peter... - ohhhh, so cute, so cute, just like Peter stroking her head.
Suddenly we met Parker's eyes, I smiled at him and he didn't smile at me. Moreover, his eyes were not grateful, but rather begging for help.
- ...Um... I'm afraid of her. - I whispered.
- Useless. - Peter continued to be a paragon of ingratitude.
The bastard doesn't appreciate what I've done for him today! Okay, time to hit the sack....