She-Hulk: Tipping Justice's Scales #1

-Idiot Lawyer

REALITY DESIGNATION: Earth-400FA.
CALENDAR DATE:  March 14
TIME:  7:31 AM
COORDINATES:   40.7127N/74.0059W (New York City)


       Sunlight fell on Wanda Maximoff's face as she lay in bed, stirring her from her sleep.  She had spent the previous evening practicing her chaos magic as a guest in the Sanctum Sanctorum and hit the sheets immediately when she got home.

       She stretched underneath her red silk sheets happily, the bed feeling particularly plush this morning.  It momentarily crossed her mind to simply pretend she had vanished into the Negative Zone for a day and make up a story as to how she escaped so she could simply stay in bed.  But she used that excuse already this year, and it was too early to be creative.

       With a content but sad sigh, she slid to the edge of her bed, feeling lethargic as she placed her feet on the ground.  Perhaps she had pushed her studies too hard; her body felt sluggish.  Standing and throwing a robe on, she walked across her apartment to the kitchen, settle a tea kettle on the stove and looking in the fridge for some morning sustenance.

       "Hmm,  Spinach and mushroom...  And peppers," she murmured to herself, constructing the blueprint for her future omelet in her head.  Fishing the ingredients out, she bumped the fridge door with her hip, which unexpectantly slammed shut hard.  "Eep!  ...Didn't hit it that hard."

       Wanda spent the next thirty minutes cooking and eating her breakfast, feeling somewhat off the whole time.  Taking the last bite of her omelet she stretched her back in her seat, feeling the rim of the counter press into her stomach.  She jumped but maintained the pose, her eye twitching a bit trying to process what's going on.  She finally looked down, noticing her belly peeking out past the view of her breasts.

       "What in the world?!"  She quickly dashed to the bathroom, inhaling in anticipation.  She closed the door, peering into the full-length mirror.  Gazing at herself, she buried her face in her hands and screamed in unmitigated horror.

       With a very gentle tap of a finger, the computer screen's contents changed from legal precedence to cooking recipes.  It was a particularly slow day in her office, and Jennifer Walters was doing everything she could to not tear her own hair out from boredom.  She rested her green chin in her palm, her gigantic biceps casually flexing against the rim of the short sleeves on her professional blouse.  Figuring nothing was going to walk through her door, her mind was now drifting to whatever she was going to cook for dinner.

       A knock on the door interrupted the jade giantess' evening planning, a welcome reprieve from her crippling boredom.  "Yes?" she asked, leaning from behind her computer monitor.

       The door cracked open and the cherubic face of Jennifer's receptionist Angie peaked in, her small spider monkey companion perched on her head.  "Ms. Walters, you have two walk-in clients here.  Shall I show them in?" She asked with her typical disconnected and deadpan inflection.

       "God yes!  Please!"  The prospect of something to do caused her to shoot up out of her seat so fast she cracked the floorboards under her office's carpet.  "Damn it!"  She checked under her heel before straightening her waistband.  The door opened, and Jenn's eye twitched.

       Taking turns walking through her door were two familiar faces on unfamiliar bodies.  Wanda Maximoff and Greer Grant, known in her night job's circles as Scarlet Witch and Tigra.  Both had perturbed looks on their faces, perched atop flabby figures.  

       Wanda was sporting a puffed out belly that had creased horizontally from her too tight waistband.  The rest of her was hidden in her loose trench coat, but it wasn't hard to picture the muffin top such a tight squeeze was producing.  Resting on top of said belly were her breasts threatening to pop out of her blouse.  It was liked she shot up seventy-five pounds over night and had yet to stop by a clothing store to adjust her wardrobe.

       Greer was something else entirely, however.  The orange-furred vixen looked like she had packed on a whole other person.  Tigra was positively inflated with adipose tissue, her size further enhanced by her fur fluffing out from her skin.  Holding her up was a thick pair of thunder thighs, and stacked atop was an ample belly that threatened to begin hanging should she put on more weight.  While her breasts had shown a little growth, they were lost in comparison to her round and fluffy upper arms and plush midsection.  She wore sweat pants and a jacket in an attempt to hide her figure, though her feline tail comically poked out the back of her pants, it also showing signs of fattening up.

       "Er, heeey, guys," Jenn found herself saying, wincing at how little her shock at their figures was masked in her voice.  "What, uh...  What brings you here?"

       "We are fat," Wanda stated bluntly with her vague Serbian accent, tapping her foot with annoyance.  Tigra's shoulder's slumped, the light roll under her chin bulging a bit from her crestfallen pose.

       "I mean...  I wasn't going to say anything, but...  Well," Jenn contemplated the most diplomatic way to agree with the statement, but her silence said it for her.  "Yeeeeeeah?  ...Smooth, Jenn."

       "As silk," Greer perturbly agreed, burying her chubby face in her paws.

       "What the hell happened?  And why are you here instead of at a doctor?  Or a dietitian?"  She-Hulk winced again, this time bopping her own forehead with the heel of her hand at her callous remark.  Here she was, a close to 7 foot tall absurdly muscular Amazon making remarks about two friend's fat figures.  Worst impression ever.

       "I am starting to regret coming here," Wanda growled.  "I already went to a doctor.  Our fluctuating weight is not our fault.  It is this," she said, walking over and slamming a bottle onto the attorney's desk.  She reached down and brought the bottle up to her emerald green eyes.

       "Dietary supplements?  Since when do you guys take these?"

       "Have you seen what we wear when superheroing?" Wanda said, gesturing toward herself and Tigra.

       "Yeah, good point," She-Hulk said, now picturing Wanda in a pink and red leotard and Greer in a black bikini with their current figures.  She inspected the bottle's contents and warnings, seeing a lot of chemical compounds, none of which she understood.  "So you saw a doctor, and he says these supplements caused this?"

       "Yes.  He believes the supplement has a bad effect on mutant biology.  The opposite of its intended purpose," Wanda explained, poking her inflated belly to punctuate.

       "And I'm guessing you wanted to engage in a civil lawsuit against the manufacturer?"

       "Yeah, definitely," Tigra finally piped up, pressing her index fingers together nervously.  "We have a case, right?  I mean, how could we not?"

       "Well, first let me look up this manufacturer.  Alchemical Pharmaceuticals, let's see."  Jenn sat down in her steel reinforced office chair with a creak.  She may not be fat, but all the gamma-enhanced muscle pushed her close to the seven hundred pound mark.  Wanda walked over and sat in one of the chairs opposite She-Hulk's desk, wincing as her waistband squeezed into her side.  Tigra waddled over and plopped down next to her cohort, the wood chair less accommodating to her figure and weight.  They sat in silence for a bit as Jennifer clicked and typed.  "Okay, Alchemical Pharma, owned by a holding company, run by a shell company.  Ugh, it's one of these.  Let's see...  Owned, operated, owned, owned, operated, oh, here we go, end fo the line.  The whole mess is owned by...  Oscorp."

       The room filled with audible groans from all three women.

       "Seriously?  Oscorp?"  Tigra leaned back in her chair in disgust, resting her hands on top of her plentiful belly

       "Ugh, totally figures," Jenn replied, printing the page out.

       "Is there anything that company does that isn't inherently evil?" Wanda asked rhetorically, pinching the bridge of her nose.

       "I mean, they could be Roxxon," Jenn pointed out, getting up to retrieve a legal book.

       "Are we sure they're not?" Tigra asked, eyeing the coffee table, a box of frosted donuts laying next to mugs.

       "So should we sue?"  Wanda leaned forward, eyeing the jade giantess as she buzzed around the office.

       "Depends.  First question is are you willing to be in the limelight?  Lawsuits against big freaking corporations tend to turn a lot of heads, like tabloids."  Both Witch and Tigra had images of "Superheroines get Super Fat" headlines dancing in their heads suddenly.  

       "Says the seven-foot tall green woman with biceps as big as my upper arms," Tigra said, wiggling one of her arms.  It's thick mass jiggled in sharp contrast to Jenn's rock hard giant biceps.

       "Hey, I like the attention.  Sue me.  Actually, don't do that.  You'd lose," Shulkie mused.  "Also, you're going to have to get complete physicals, assuming they don't immediately try to settle.  Any discrepancies they're going to throw back in your face."

       "We're both used to having things thrown at as," Wanda assured.  Tigra's face was more worrisome, but she nodded with agreement.  "We're up for it."

       "Well, then yeah.  We should sue.  Should be open and shut settlement, honestly.  If the supplement caused this, you guys are going to have some money coming to you and it should help get the supplements off the street before anyone else is affected.  Don't worry, guys."  Jenn stood, slapping a folder onto the desk dramatically, the wood creaking from the impact.  "I've got you guys covered."

       Wanda and Tigra breathed a heavy sigh of relief, send a slight wiggle through the latter.  The wood of her chair creaked under the movement before a crack emanated in the room.  Tigra's chair collapsed under her, sending her sprawled out on the ground atop a pile of broken wood.

       "...I'll put that in the invoice under expenses," Jenn said, watching Tigra struggle to a sitting position.