The Incredible Mom-Hulk!

A fun, standalone hulk-centric short story inspired by an idea from a follower. Might write a few similar stories in the future that are loosely connected involving gamma blood.

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"Remember that nice young man I mentioned before? The one who wanted your number so he could become a superhero like you?" Elaine Walters asked.

"Mom," replied Jennifer. "I told you that you shouldn't be giving my phone number out to random strangers because one of them might actually call me."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that now, dear."

"I don't?"

"No, he's literally at the front door."

Jennifer didn't overtly react to this revelation. Covertly, however, she was furious. So furious, in fact, she could have let go and given way to the She-Hulk right then and there. Her mother had always been like this: dismissive, ditzy, and somewhat annoying. But Jennifer often let it go because she was, after all, her mother.

"Mom, I'm not talking to some weirdo waiting on the doorstep."

"Why not, and why is he a weirdo just because he wants to be like you?"

"Because this type of person is never normal. They're like creepy stalkers. The type you attract when you can grow over seven feet tall and into a mountain of muscle."

"Well, I wouldn't know what any of that feels like. And listen, if he causes you any trouble, then just turn green and scare him off. Either way, stop making excuses and leaving him waiting at the doorstep."

"God, mom, you are so..."

Jennifer didn't finish her sentence and stomped away instead. When she finally opened the door, though, she noticed a not unattractive twenty-one year old man waiting for her. He smiled at her in a disarming way, and she could only smile in return. But before she lost the run of herself she remembered something her mother had said to her: "He's much too young for you".

A little disheartened, she went back into her shell, straightened herself up, cleared her throat, and became a little more stoic again.

"Well, what do you want?" she snapped. "I haven't got all day."

"So you're Jennifer Walters? Like, the actual She-Hulk?"

"Wow, you watch the news? Good for you!" she said sarcastically. "I hope you're not here to take my blood or anything because I've already been through that episode and I've got to tell you, it was not pleasant."

"Nah, someone else sent me," he revealed.

"Did they now?"

"Yes, to take your life instead."

Before Jennifer could properly react, the assailant pulled out and lifted a gun from his jacket, and his smile slowly melted away.

"Yeah, this is a dumb idea, sir," she said, rolling her eyes.

Due to the silencer on his pistol, the only sound that could be heard was a quick pip! yet the resulting bullet was no less harmful, cutting through Jen's right lung and straight out the other side of her body. She subsequently fell to the ground and didn't move for a time. The assassin looked down on her body then to check if he had completed the job whilst at the same time putting his weapon back inside of his jacket. Happy with his handiwork, he decided to leave and started to make a quick retreat down the path.

That's when he heard it: that deep, guttural groan. Scared, he turned around on his heel and witnessed Jen getting back to her feet again. There were strange noises coming from every part of her body now. It was as if her muscles were like balloons expanding. She was, indeed, hulking out. The hitman's hope that killing her in human form would likely do the trick hadn't come to pass. In fact, it only seemed to make her mad.

Jen started to grow taller, and her muscles started to rip through the seams of her dress, revealing her purple and white supersuit beneath. Her hair became lush and dark green, and her skin, jade. The assassin turned and fled back to his car in a panic, but as he tried putting his foot through the floor and accelerating down the Walter's family drive, he noticed that the back wheels were being lifted off of the ground. A moment later, and the vehicle's rear was smashed off the pavement, completely breaking the axle.

Then, he could see a set of giant green fingers push their way through the top and witnessed the roof of his car being peeled open to reveal a severely pissed off gamma-powered Jennifer Walters.

"She-Hulk mad!" she screamed.

Indeed, almost like a defence mechanism, she had flipped out and became the hulk version of herself. There was no gunshot wound evident, no damage. She had completely healed, and her huge body overshadowed him.

The assassin jumped clear then and watched on helplessly as she took her angst out on his car. She grunted and roared as she placed her palms around the car and slowly but surely crushed it down until it was a mere ball of metal in her hands, no bigger than a basketball, and then tossed it over her shoulder straight in the hoop attached to the side of house without even having to take a look.

After this, the She-Hulk walked over to him and picked him off the ground by his throat before taking a deep breath and regathering herself.

"So, shoot me will you?!" she cried in his face. "And on the doorstep of my own parents! You have some nerve."

He began to tremble, and as he did so, she noticed the gun inside of his jacket. She smirked and reached in with her free, giant hand and took it from him, easily crushing it in front of his face.

"Whoever it is that sent you, tell them from me that bullets won't work."

She let him fall on his ass then and he started running.

"You should also tell them that if they want to come get me they'll need to bring an army next time!"

As she watched him flee, she wondered whether she should follow and hand him over to the cops. While Jen might be indestructable, others weren't so lucky. What if she wasn't the only one being targeted? After all, he was still only down the street and with one jump she could effortlessly bound over his head and block his way. Yet before she could actually hunt him down, she heard a cry coming from the Walter's family home.

She ran back up the path, slowly transforming into Jen as did so. When she'd pushed the door back open she noticed the rest of her family gathered around someone on the floor.

She walked over cautiously, and when she came closer, the others peeled away, revealing her mother Elaine's lifeless body on the ground.

"Oh my god, mom!"

Her family were understandably just as distraught and continued to check her pulse, but there was still no sign of one. On her right side, and in almost the same identical spot as Jen had been hit, there was a bloody bullet hole. She realized what had happened now. The projectile had passed through her body and inadvertently struck her mother. In all of the chaos, her recovery, her transformation, her rage, she hadn't noticed.

Jennifer got down on her knees then, still dressed in her now shrunken supersuit, and grabbed her fallen mother's hand. She lowered her head and started to weep. She thought of all the times she'd fallen out with Elaine, all the petty squabbles they'd had, all the frustrations over things that now she understood didn't really matter.

However, as she sat there grieving alongside the others, Jennifer also suddenly felt a bump running along her fingers while clutching her mother's wrist. Then another, and then another. Her eyes widened, and the tears suddenly stopped. There was a pulse! Excited, she informed her family, and their hope was rekindled. They gathered closer around Elaine, wondering whether she could hear them. They called her name, they gently started to slap her face in an attempt to waken her. As they did so, however, Jennifer noticed something else...

As she checked her mother's pulse again, the veins started to grow larger, and then actually turn green. The distinctive lines started to move further and pass across her body. Jen was horrified but understood what was going on, so tried to warn the others as they continued tapping her face to rise her.

"Eh, guys," said Jen, backing herself up from the body.

"Jen? What are you doing, kiddo?" asked her father Morris. "Do something useful, will you? Go call an ambulance."

Jen smiled nervously and reached for the phone. "I-I will, but it might not be for her."

Her father tapped Elaine's face one final time.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," advised Jen.

"Why? We need to try wake her up," said her cousin Ched.

"Because you're not going to wake her up, you're just going to make her mad."

As soon as Jen said this, Elaine's eyes burst open, and there was a noticeable green hue to them. Her mouth opened and she let out a loud cry, as if furious to be woken. The others including her husband didn't need any more coaxing from Jen, and quickly jumped back and began leaning against the walls of the hallway, witnessing Elaine's rapid change.

If wasn't just the bullet that had lodged in her body. No, some of Jen's blood had passed into her, too.

While Jen's mother was in her 60s and somewhat out of shape, her daughter knew that that was all about to change. Indeed, her body began to morph due to the gamma-affected blood that was increasingly coursing through her veins, and there wasn't anything anyone could do to stop or reverse it. Elaine Walters was about to become a Hulk.

She got to a knee then and instinctively punched the floor, leaving a large crack in the wooden surface. As she did so, the bullet popped out of her body and landed onto the floor.

"Now, Elaine," started her husband nervously. "We can help you, you don't need to go all crazy and wreck the house. We only finished the down payments last mon-"

Before he could continue, his wife raised her head and roared at him.

"Elaine angry!"

Her face had  turned green, and her jaw had grown noticable longer and wider. She dragged herself to her feet next, and while doing so, her body shot up to the ceiling. Her feet burst through her shoes as well, and her shoulders bulged and easily ripped through her old-fashioned, frumpy clothing. Her biceps made quick work of her sleeves, too, and her thighs were uncontainable now. She raised her arms in the air, stretching her growing muscles out as far as she felt they could go before violently pulling them back down and clenching her fists, tearing her remaining clothes to pieces in the process. Her hair became dark green and flowed further down her back and around her huge traps.
Not only did she continue to grow like this, but she also started to regain some vitality. While still mature at the end of her transformation when compared to her daughter, Elaine's body was tight and firm now, like a super bodybuilder, and her face looked more youthful than before. Indeed, she was being pushed to her absolute physical capacity due to the unexpected transfusion of Jen's blood.

"How do you feel, honey?" asked a hesitate, quivering Morris.

"I feel...amazing!" she said in a more lucid, sensual voice. "My whole body is on fire, but it feels so good."

When the transformation finally came to a close, Elaine's eyes widened with delight as she flexed her enourmous green biceps.

"Incredible!" she cried. "Is this what you feel like all of the time, Jennifer?"

"Pretty much, mom," she replied. "But this isn't good. Bruce said there's no way to reverse it."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," laughed Elaine, towering over them all. "Why would anyone want to go back?"

"You wouldn't?" asked Jen. "But this is going to, like, complicate your whole life now. It could ruin everything for you. I know this better than anyone."

"You're kidding right?" her mother responded. "Even around the house, all those odd jobs I've asked you to do  repeatedly, but you wouldn't, I can do them myself now."

"You don't understand, mom. You won't be able to live a normal life. There'll be a target on your back. In fact, that's what has you in this mess to begin with. The "nice young man" you tried introducing me to? Well, he's the one who shot me, but the bullet ended up in you, coated with my blood."

Elaine's demeanour changed completely then.

"Someone tried to kill my daughter?"

"Yeah, and I was thinking of apprehending him until I heard you'd been hurt, too."

But Elaine wasn't listening anymore. Not to Jen. Not to reason itself. She was, in fact, furious.

"Someone tried to kill my daughter?!" she roared again.

"Now mom, relax, it's just the gamma blood talking."

"Mom crush!"

Before Jen could calm her down, and much to Morris' dismay, Elaine jumped up through the roof of their house and stood on top. She looked around for the assailant but couldn't see him. She then started jump from house to house in the general direction that Jen had pointed to, and, after a minute or so, actually saw someone running. It was him.

With one last, big leap, she easily caught up with him and slammed her feet down upon the pavement. The shock of her landing caused the assassin to fall back over. He was gobsmacked upon seeing another, slightly older She-Hulk standing above him dressed in rags. Elaine, still high on the euhorpia of her change and not yet fully in control of her emotions, made to hurt her daughter's attacker then, but just as she reached down for him, was rugby tackled and thrown against a nearby wall. When the matriarch of the Walter's family steadied herself again and stood up, she noticed it was her daughter Jennifer standing before her, all green and hulked up again.

"I know you're confused and angry," said Jen. "I was like that at the start, too, when I initially became a Hulk, but you need to control it. Now, that asshole obviously tried to do a terrible thing to us, but ripping him apart isn't the way."

As soon as she had completed her sentence, however, Elaine got fully to her feet and delivered a devastating punch to her daughter's face, returning the favour by putting her through another wall close by.

"Yikes!" said Jen, rubbing her jaw in the wake of the blow. But before she could even turn around and try take on her mother again, Elaine had come over and grabbed her from behind, lifting her daughter over her head.

"You never would do what you were told," she admonished her daughter. "How many tasks went unfinished? How many times did I have to clean up after you?"

As she finished, she threw Jen through someone's fence and into their back garden, smashing their shed along the way. Her journey finally ended in some family's front living room, right as they were watching television together.

"Apologies!" said Jen, composing herself, cleaning her clothes off, and getting ready to join her mother outside again. "It's just a little family squabble we're having."

She jumped out through the hole in the wall then and clobbered her mother, knowing full well it wouldn't do any real harm to her. Like Jen, Elaine was a mostly indestructible muscular behemoth now. She could take a punch or two, but Jen needed to try something, anything, to subdue her.

Despite throwing a few decent haymakers, it only seemed to make Elaine stronger as she tapped even more into her latent rage. Her muscles bulged with renewed power and she stamped the road with her bare feet. The Earth cracked as a result and the road sundered upwards, sending Jen flying through the air and on top of a vehicle that was merely passing by.

"Damn," said Jen, rubbing her head. "You got that old woman strength!"

"Don't call me old!" cried Elaine, her muscles pumping up again. "I'm now surely what they call on the Internet, a muscle momma? Is that it?"

Jen just shook her head, however. "That's pure cringe, mom. I really hope no one else heard that."

She jumped down off the car then as Elaine laid a powerful blow upon it. As she turned, what was left of the now abandoned vehicle still hung around mother Walters' wrist before she shook it off as if it weighed nothing. Elaine then continued in her pursuit of Jen across the neighbourhood. She-Hulk herself was still trying to figure out a way to bring her to heel without really hurting her, but, again, after throwing a few punches she wasn't sure her mother could even be hurt. As they took massive leaps across town it wasn't long before they were close to the center of San Francisco itself, landing their huge bodies around Market Street.

"OK, maybe this wasn't my smartest move ever," thought Jen, realizing how populated the area was. Before she could react, however, she received yet another shot across the chin and smashed through a bus that was close by.

She-Hulk was dazed for a moment which finally allowed Elaine a chance to fully study and appreciate her new super form. Indeed, she noticed herself in the reflection of a nearby store window and couldn't help but walk over for a better look. As this beautiful, mature female hulk did so, the pedestrians fled in different directions in fear. She hardly even cared, instead fixating on her curvy, bulging body that pushed through her shredded clothes.

Elaine ran her hands up and down her muscles, but was annoyed by the rags that were disturbing the lines of her body in the reflection. It was only then that she noticed the mannequin on the other side the window displaying a black sports bra and shorts.

She remembered something then that Bruce had once told them as a joke. "Spandex! Spandex is your friend!"

Thus, Elaine smashed through the glass and pulled the ensemble free of the mannequin, and then crashed through the rest of the shop in order to change in private.

It took another minute of two for Jen to fully stir and when she did so she could see her mother suddenly pacing towards her in a meancing fashion, now decked out in the aforementioned black sports gear, looking every bit the hulk that she and her cousin Bruce were. Elaine then stood over her daughter in a disappointed, judgmental way. "Do you know why I was always so hard on you, Jennifer? Because you were such a big disappointment to me. A real screw up."

As she said this, she grabbed Jen's hair, put her arm around her throat and locked her into a sleeper hold.

"No one was ever angry at your cousin Ched because he was always going to be a lovable bum, but you? You had so much potential, yet you did nothing with it. Oh, you became a lawyer, of course, but against all odds, especially considering you spent most of college drinking and partying. I've seen the embarrassing videos. I even passed them on so others could watch them."

"You really...ugh, had to...eck...bring all that up again," said Jen, struggling to breath.

"Then you get fired from your firm, you embarrass your family by appearing on television again and again. You get arrested, go to prison, and we have to bail you out. It never ends with you, does it?"

As her mother spoke, her droning voice started to really irritate Jen. It was the same voice that had gotten on her nerves her whole life, a nagging tone that she'd had to quietly accept, but no more. Yes, the She-Hulk was getting angrier.

"I have something to tell you, mom," she started, slowly breaking free. "Literally and figuratively: Get off of my back!"

She forced her body upwards, thus throwing her mother unexpectably back and across the street.

"For sooo long you've worn me down. You've belittled my career, insulted what I wear, and even mocked my goddamn hair. Well, that ends now."

As Jen's blood started to boil, her muscles began to swell and she felt stronger than ever before. She charged at her mother and grabbed hold of her before jumping into the air in an attempt to drag Elaine away from the terrified civilians watching. As they landed she threw her full weight down upon Elaine, hoping a shock to the sternum might knock her out and turn her back to normal.

No such luck.

She clutched Jen by the throat in response and returned the favour, pummeling her daughter repeatedly in the abdomen. Jen then raised her feet and pushed herself free, before charging at her mother once more, propelling them both right into the bay.

Jen struggled to get her bearings in the dark waters, but suddenly saw her mother slapping her hands together beneath, with the resulting shockwave sending Jen straight back out of the water, landing her near the foot of one of the supporting legs of the Golden Gate Bridge. She pulled her wet hair back off her face then, and could only watch on in horror as her mother dived out and onto the road above. Jen shook her head again and sighed, quickly following Elaine onto the bridge itself. They both met once more amidst the cars, and the panic.

"This is crazy, mom." she said. "We're going to get into so much trouble if we continue like this."

"Who cares?" said Elaine, rather maniac now. "Nobody can stop us like this."

"That's not the point," replied Jen. "Remember when you spoke about that creep wanting to learn what it's like to be a hero from me? Well, even I know that this isn't it."

"You didn't even want to meet him, though," responded Elaine with some disdain.

"I was relucant because, because I didn't know whether I was really a hero. I have the costume, of course, and as She-Hulk I'll fight the battles that Jen never could, but does that really make me a hero? Well, when I see what happens when someone gets this type of power, when I see you rampaging, I realize that maybe I am a hero, because I don't want to be like that. I realize that it isn't about the costume or super strength, it's about the decisions one makes, and I'm confident in that now. That's the advice I could've given him if he had been sincere, and that's the advice I can give you now that you're permanently empowered like me. You can be a hero, too, mom. You can use the power responsibly."

Elaine looked at her daughter for a second before responding.

"Nonsense," she said then. "You were just pissed off because I said he was too young for you!"

Hearing this spiteful comment, Jen's rage grew greater than before. Her muscles pumped full of green blood and she let go an almighty cry before bashing through a row of now abandoned cars like she had suddenly become a dam that had burst, and rushed towards her mother. When they locked horns the whole Golden Gate Bridge itself began to shudder and their battle threatened to bring it down as their seemingly invincible gamma-infused bodies crashed back and forth upon it.

Slowly but surely, however, Jen gained the upperhand and started to bend Elaine's fingers back in a test of strength, forcing her mother to take a knee. Powered by a lifetime of frustration towards her mother, for all the nagging and the nitpicking, Jen had just enough now to bring Elaine to heel.

"Submit!" she said. "Give it up. After always tearing me down, I've finally come out on top."

Indeed, upon falling to a knee, Elaine let go and accepted defeat at the hands of her mighty daughter, the She-Hulk.

"You know," she said then, catching her breath again and facing her daughter. "I was never trying to make life harder for you, and, on reflection, I realize now that maybe I was too judgemental. I was wrong. I can see now through your anger how much it got on your nerves. I also realize how disciplined you've been in controlling such rage and power. It's so difficult. I get that now. I'm struggling with it."

Upon hearing this, Jen decided to let any ill-will towards her mother go, and she became relatively calm again. She understood then that Elaine had likely always wanted the best for her daughter at the back of it all, and they had finally worked out a lot of the issues during their super-powered brawl across the city.

"I guess, sometimes, being destructive can actually be constructive," she joked before staring at all the damage they had caused together.

Elaine also accepted that their fist fight had actually been therapeutic on some level, and felt a small weight lifted off of her now gigantic, green shoulders...and all it had cost them was a few million in damages to public and private property that she realized they'd likely never be able to pay off in their lifetime and would be up in court over for years to come.

"Yep, thanks for that mom!"

"No problem, darling. We really are incredible, like this, though, aren't we? So awesome."

"I know," said Jen, smiling. "It's really satisfying on some level, huh?"

"I was about to say that," Elaine replied. "Bending steel and smashing concrete is such a turn on. I can't wait to get home to your father."

"Eww, mom. I'm happy for you, but I don't want to actually hear that."

"So what should my new superhero name be?" asked Elaine, pumping her biceps and then stroking her rock-hard abs.

"Cheesy as it sounds," replied Jen, "But just between us, how about the 'Mom-Hulk'?"

As they both kidded around on the bridge, the rest of the Walters clan were already on their way to greet them there, thus leaving the family house empty. And as they did so, yet another stranger entered their abode. They were dressed all in back and wore a ski mask to hide their identity. They stopped and stood over the bullet then which Morris and the others were afraid to touch or move until they had talked to Jen about it.

The stranger then reached down and picked it up with a glove and placed it in a small plastic bag before hiding it inside of their pocket. As they did so they noticed She-Hulk's blood still coated it. Their mission apparently complete, they left, knowing full well that big things were yet to come...