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From https://itch.io/game/summary/265188
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She-Bulk: Your Sensationally Sizable Spouse

With a groan, you sat up and tossed the covers back. Something seemed odd about your room, but you had another pressing concern: staggering off to the bathroom. The ever-present streetlight outside your window provided almost enough light for you to avoid cracking your shin or running into anything. Finished with your mid night restroom run, you teetered back into your bedroom. You paused at the door, your sleep addled mind not making sense of what you were seeing in the dim light of your room. Your bed was much wider than it should have been and there was a large bulge taking up most of the space. You could see where you had been laying along the one edge. Still not totally awake, you wandered over to the other side, wondering what was going on. Grabbing the top of the cover, you pulled it back, jumping back when you saw that there was a woman lying in your bed.

The mysterious woman lying in the bed was so oddly colored: green skin with dark green – almost black – hair. It took you more than a few seconds to realize that this had to be Jessica Watterson, the She-bulk in the flesh and in your bed. And there was so much flesh to be in, which may have helped contribute to why it took you so long to recognize her. Depending on the artist, she had usually been slender to somewhat muscular, but the version sleeping soundly before you was buried in a thick layer of flabby blubber.

Her pretty face was now cherubic in appearance with plump lips sinking partway into rounded cheeks that flowed into the hefty chin that crowed her thicker neck. Her torpedo like breasts were far beyond any that you had ever seen her with, though her stomach was far larger still, easily more than large enough that it looked like it was holding a full grown person within. Her legs were thick slabs of flesh with thighs that looked like it would take quite a wide footing in order to prevent them from meeting most of the ways to her knees and rounded calves that bunched up against her feet. Even her toes were delightfully plump on those feet. Her arms weren’t spared either, rounded meat that oozed into her elbow both above and below the joint with similarly sausage-like fingers upon her hands. So much of her body was displayed as well, wearing only teeny lacy bra that strained against her mammoth breasts, along with matching panties, though you were only able to see them along the upper curve of her hips due to her stomach pooling in front.

Only after spending more than a little bit visually exploring the mountainous woman that had mysteriously appeared in your bed did you realize that one of her eyes was open and that luminous green eye was looking directly at you. You gulped loudly, so much so that you were sure that she had to have heard it. You started to open your mouth to ask about what was going on, but the words caught in your throat as she propped herself up on one arm. Her extremely long hair was sleep tousled, but still looked gorgeous flowing down about her form.

“Something the matter, darlin’?” she asked sleepily. “What are you doing out of bed at this time of night?” Then she seemed to realize that the covers were pulled back, exposing much of her body. “Hmm…just had to take another look at your beautiful wife, eh?” She giggled lightly, giving you even more of a thrill.

With everything else, it took your mind a bit longer than it should have to realize what she just said. I’m married to She-Bulk!? you mentally screamed. Before you could even begin to fully process that, the bloated green woman grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you across her rotund form. You felt her pillow soft body beneath you as you were effortlessly pulled back into bed. She giggled again before she give you a sensual kiss, holding you close as she moved the covers back over the both of you. Try as you might, even her light grasp wouldn’t budge and she was already obviously drifting off to sleep again, her breathing going low and slow. You were obviously not going to get any information now, so the only option you had was to submit to the sleep that was already pulling at your mind. You felt a smile curling your lips as you resumed your previously interrupted slumber.

The bright sunlight leaking through your window woke you up, and for a moment you thought that having that impossible woman in your bed had been just a dream. After all, the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was a bed empty of anyone except you. However, as you pushed yourself up, you could see that the bed was still much wider than it should have been with obvious signs of another person sharing it with you. Turning your attention even further away, you could see how your room wasn’t how you remembered from when you went to sleep at the beginning of last night. The room was larger than before and had furniture to suit having two people rather than just yourself.

A noise made you turn your head; it was coming from your bathroom. Hopping out of the bed, you crept over to the door. Opening just enough to peek through, you saw indisputable proof that you really had She-bulk living with you: her obese body completely bared in the shower. A portion of your mind pointed out that the bathroom was different as well; much more lavish looking including a step-in shower and adjacent whirlpool tub, but most of your focus was understandably centered on the spectacle within the shower. Through the door, you could see her jade flesh gleaming from the water as she lathered her lengthy hair. As she turned around, you briefly saw the twin mounds of her butt cheeks pressed against the glass.

Your trance was only broken when she suddenly said, “I know you’re out there, honey. Glad you’re up though ‘cause I’m getting hungry.” As if to illustrate her point, you heard a loud grumbling roar that could only be her stomach. She giggled again before continuing, “See what I mean? Better run off and get started on breakfast.”

You momentarily thought about ignoring her request and instead joining her, but decided against it, there would apparently be time for that later. Somewhat regretfully, you turned away but not before one last lingering look at the bloated woman that had just popped into your life. This would also give you a chance to see if and how the rest of your home was similarly changed.
Stepping out your bedroom door, you instantly saw that your house had indeed been changed; before you would have been standing in a short hallway the led directly to the kitchen/dining room/living room/entrance for your relatively cramped apartment. Now you were in a much longer and wider hall with numerous other doors along its length. Walking along, you checked out some of the other rooms and found rooms like a couple guest bedrooms, guest baths, a swanky office, and a personal gym, among others. One door – near what must have been the center of the layout – was locked and nothing you did would budge the door. You were more than a little curious about what lay beyond, but shoved those thoughts aside…for now.

Eventually you came to the living room, itself nearly as large as your old place used to be and worth probably a lot more by just itself from the looks of the furniture and pieces of art. Much of the far wall was a floor to ceiling window overlooking the city skyline outside; something about some of the buildings you could see didn’t feel right, but you couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong though. Now you could see though that the “streetlight” outside your window last night must have been the lights of the cityscape below your rooftop perch instead.

Turning around now, you saw a large dining room with a door that presumably led into the kitchen. You started to walk that way, but your eye was caught on a framed picture hanging from the wall. It was obviously a wedding photo, showing a much skinnier (but still undoubtedly chubby) She-bulk. She looked radiant with that gorgeous smile, the flowing snow-white dress, and an emerald necklace hanging around her throat, accentuating the lovely green of her…well, everything.

You were so caught up in looking over your bride – which still felt weird to you, but less so now – that you almost didn’t pay any attention the person standing beside her. It almost certainly had to be you, but something seemed off, but yet again you couldn’t quite place your finger on it, then it hit you. Your pleasantly feminine form was a little bit plumper!
It surprised you that it took so long for you to notice, in the photo you were definitely a little more plump than usual, but you had to admit that it looked good on you. Puberty hit you like a truck and it arrived early, so you were always more than a bit heavy in the breast and thighs department, but the picture showed that you had a bit of a belly that helped even everything out. You weren’t fat by any means, especially compared to the larger green woman at your side; you were just a bit softer looking now. Turning your eyes elsewhere on the picture, your crimson tresses were artfully arranged and spilling around your face and shoulders, and a wide smile split your face. Looking the picture over, you could easily tell that you were the happiest you had ever been with you and your beautiful blushing bride arm in arm. Your dress was just as white and shaped similarly to Jess’s, but not exactly the same. You also had a ruby necklace to compliment your hair color, even if it wasn’t as striking as your bride’s own emerald necklace. Looking at the bottom of the photo, you saw writing engraved on the lower part of the frame: “Sarah & Jessica Brooks” with “Together Forever” below your names.

“Well, I least I know I don’t have to call her She-bulk all the time now,” you murmured to yourself.

Stepping back, only now did you think to look down at yourself. You saw that you had softened a bit further than you had been in the photo. You belly was now just starting to push out from the rest of your body, but it was still mostly hidden between the swell of your somewhat larger breasts above and your meaty thighs below. Running your fingers through your hair, you found that you had also let the locks grow a bit longer now, so that they spilled to about your mid-back.

Turning back to the window, you briefly considered your reflection for several more seconds. Then you turned around one more time and headed through the dining room. The door you had spied before did indeed lead to the kitchen, and it was quite a beaut: no uncomfortably small kitchenette that was practically falling apart for you, no, the room that greeted you now was spacious and packed with plenty of modern conveniences. There was a massive restaurant style refrigerator along with a matching freezer, a large induction cooktop with a pair of high capacity ovens, plenty of free counter space even with all of the other appliances out for easy use, and more ample cabinet space. You were only partially surprised when you found that there was an enormous walk-in pantry through another door in the back of the kitchen.

You leaned against the central island, dumbfounded at this on top of everything else. You had always enjoyed cooking when you were growing up, but had gotten so used to basically only being able to make unevenly cooked ramen noodles, and that was only if your beat-up old microwave decided to work for the day. With this space, you could really let your culinary talents loose. No wonder Jessica  is getting so big if I’m cooking in a place like this you idly mused. The thought of Jessica – and her growling stomach – spurred you out of your daze, time was wasting and your wife was likely only getting hungrier.

You leapt into action, quickly getting pans heating, the ovens warming up, and so on before pulling out slabs of bacon, cartons of eggs, a bag of flour and more. It had been so long since you had actually cooked, but once you started mixing things and cutting others, it felt like you had been practicing most of your life. You didn’t even have to think about what you were doing; your body naturally went through the motions so that numerous breakfast items were soon starting to pile up. Pancakes, omelets, muffins, eggs served sunny side up, hash browns, you started to lose track of everything you were whipping up, but the smells mingled and set your own stomach a rumbling.

After wiping up a little smear from the edge of a plate, you stepped back and looked over the vast array of food you had made. It didn’t seem like it had taken that long either, certainly not enough time to make all of what laid before you, but there it all was.

“Mmm…looks and smells good, like usual,” you heard softly purred in your ear as a wall of softness pressed against your back and a pair of flabby arms looped around your torso.

You all but jumped out of your skin at the shock. Still not quite used to her I guess your whirling mind managed to piece together. She either moved a lot quieter than you would have thought possible or you were so focused on the cooking that you hadn’t even heard her coming up behind you, probably a combination of both. Unaware of your thoughts, she giggled lightly before apologizing for frightening you, then slipped around you granting you an excellent view of her bloated body clad in only a skimpy little robe that wouldn’t have fit a woman half her size. It couldn’t even be tied shut in front, the silky fabric flowing along her numerous curves and spread wide by the expanse of her belly. She grabbed a pair of the plates and made to leave, but when she swung around, her mountainous rear bounced into you, knocking you to the floor with an oof. Hearing you hit the ground, she instantly set the plates down and leaned over – briefly giving you the fear (and excitement) of being buried under an avalanche of green flesh – before easily picking you up.

“Sorry about that, darlin’. Still not quite used to how much of me there is now and where it’s all moving,” she said with a bit of a blush coloring her cheeks.

You started to open your mouth to speak but the words caught in your throat as you realized that she hadn’t just pulled you back to your feet, she was effortlessly holding you above the floor. It hadn’t really hit you, but now it did: the incredible strength she had in the comic books was obviously intact and still in action judging from now easily she was holding you up as well as being able to effortlessly move her obese body around. She next really scrambled your brains when she pulled you in close and gave you a kiss that lasted for several seconds and yet also seemed to last an eternity. Only when her stomach let out another loud roar did she pull away, but it was more than a little regretfully as her teeth caught your bottom lip and pulled on it slightly. Setting you back down on the floor, you also saw how she was more than a head taller than you, making you feel smaller still compared to her; funny how you hadn’t see such a height different in the wedding photo.

She grabbed the plates she was taking before and set off, this time being careful not to knock you down again. She did brush past you though, giving you another bit of a thrill. When you finally got your brain in gear again, you helped her take the plates out to the dining room and the both of you were soon seated. Jessica had already started to eat before you had finished sitting down, shoveling vast amounts of the food into her mouth and quickly making room for more.

After a while and careful not to speak with her mouth full, she coyly remarked “You made up an awful lot of food again. It’s almost as if you want me to get even fatter,” finishing with a laugh.

You had to admit that you really did want that, but you didn’t say it out loud, instead, you just gave a coy little smile of your own before the two of you returned to eating. When you finally pushed your plate back, you groaned lightly as you sipped the last of your juice. You had definitely eaten more than you usually did even when you had the chance to eat till full, but the feeling of the pressure in your gut was pleasant. Far more pleasant however was the sight of your wife gulping down mouthful after mouthful, more and more food to add to her rotund frame. Despite how much more she had to eat, Jessie didn’t take much longer to finish off her portion, even going so far as to wipe up every last trace with the last couple of pieces of toast. Sitting back in her chair, you heard the unfortunate piece of furniture groan under the strain, but she looked unconcerned and extremely content as she idly let her fingers rub the engorged stomach.

She opened her mouth as if to speak before stifling a small burp, but then let loose with a massive belch that almost felt like it swept your hair back. She quickly murmured an apology before getting to what she had meant to say before.
“The test results came back this morning.”
You sat up a little straighter after she said that, it seemed like the right thing to do. You had no idea what you could say though, wishing that you had some idea what she was talking about.

After a moment, you decided to keep it simple, “Oh?”
She nodded before continuing, “Saw the message on my phone before coming out. They still can’t figure out what exactly I was hit with or how to get them out yet. They said they would keep trying but…ehh…” Then a smile spread across her face as she leaned over, took your hand and pulled it so that it rested on her stomach, “So it looks like we’re still stuck with them, and I know how much you hate that,” the last bit said with her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You were wondering what exactly she meant by “them” but then you felt it: a movement beneath the layers of blubber, almost like…and then another and another. There was no doubt in your mind; she was pregnant. And with more than a few too from how it felt in there.

The next thing you knew, you were looking up at the ceiling, but it didn’t feel like you were on the floor, it was too soft for that. You then became aware of a hand caressing your hair before Jessica’s face came into view, but it was upside down and there was obvious concern etched on her face.

“Hey baby, I was worried about you. You passed out for some reason, are you feeling all right?”

You nodded your head, idly thinking Now that I see you, my dear. Out loud you managed to stammer, “How many?”

“How many what? Am I pregnant with?” to which you nodded again. Her worry only seemed to deepen. “Five, you know this. Are you sure you’re all right, you didn’t hit your head that hard, did you?” placing her hand atop your forehead. “It isn’t like it changed since we found out nearly two years ago or anything. You don’t seem to be running a fever or anything, but maybe you need to see a doctor anyways.”

It took some effort, but you managed to convince her that you didn’t need a doctor, you really were fine. Inwardly though, you were more than a little euphoric. The thought of being married to such a beautifully bloated version of the She-bulk was like a dream come true; the addition of her being apparently permanently pregnant with quints, that was virtually heaven in your book. When you started to sit up, you were a little light headed, but you figured that was to be expected considering everything, and it passed soon enough though it gave you a perfect reason to remain where you were. You soon saw that Jessica had carried you out to the living room and laid you on one of the sofas. With her bulk taking up much of the space, it meant that your legs had to propped up on one of the arms of the sofa though and your head was nestled into the pillowy soft fat of her hip and rump.

About ten minutes later, her concern seemed to have faded enough so she eased you back to your feet. She again asked if you needed to go see a doctor though, to which you responded that you didn’t. You instead said that you were going to head out, take a quick drive and get some fresh air. She seemed to think that would do you some good before saying that she had to get working anyways. You almost asked where she was going to work, but stopped yourself; it wouldn’t do to worry her any more by asking about something you should have already known. Instead, you fell in behind her, which admittedly did grant you an excellent view of her rump bobbing up and down with each step.

Back in the bedroom, the two of you changed, though you couldn’t help your eye straying to look at her beautiful green curves as she slowly got dressed. You went with something casual, a loose flowing tee with calf length jeans. You were more than a little surprised with Jessica’s choice: business attire with blouse, jacket, and skirt, all sized to suit her flabby body. You were careful not to let your surprise show on your face, though you did recognize the outfit someone as being similar to some of what she had worn when she worked as a lawyer. Another part similar to the comics you mused. You finished well before her, and offered to help, but your wife turned down your assistance. Giving one last look over your shoulder as she valiantly tugged the shirt over her stomach; you turned away and walked to the front door.

Once there, you found multiple sets of keys hanging beside the door, and grabbed one. You’re not sure why you grabbed that specific set, but it felt right somehow. Heading out the door, you found yourself in a small entryway with only the door you exited and the elevator door besides some decorative touches. Taking the elevator down to the garage, you stepped out and realized that you might have a problem: you didn’t know what car was yours. Fortunately you thought about using the key fob and after several minutes of darting back and forth hearing the car chirping, you found it. The gleaming Mustang was nothing like the jalopy you used to drive, so that was yet another good turn.

Pulling up to the exit, the man in the booth gave a brief sideways glance before giving a double take. “Morning Mrs. Brooks, heading out to get everything ready for tonight, huh?” He smiled behind his bushy mustache and gave a slight chuckle. “Guess I would want to make it a special night too if I had a relationship like yours. Have a good day now.”

You gave him a nod and pulled out onto the street as you tried to figure out what he meant about tonight. Jessica didn’t seem to give you any clues about something happening tonight, but maybe you were keeping it a surprise for her. That was really helpful since you didn’t seem to have any memories from this world. Since you hit a traffic jam anyways, you decided to check your phone thinking that maybe you had put a reminder or something. It didn’t take you long to find today’s date with a rather important reminder: your anniversary.