She-Hulk used to be unstoppable.

Her days started at 5AM, clanging weights in a private gym reinforced for her incredible strength. She pushed harder than any human could—deadlifts, rows, curls, everything sculpted her into a powerhouse of green muscle. Her discipline was unmatched, her focus razor-sharp. And yet… all that strength masked a growing emptiness inside.

It began innocently enough. Late nights at the law office, skipping meals, grabbing a protein bar here, a fast-food burger there. “Just one cheat day,” she’d tell herself, “I’ve earned it.” But those days grew more frequent. The weights began gathering dust while her cravings grew heavier.

She stopped noticing the change—at first.

She still counted reps… but now they were bites. “66, 67, 68…” she whispered, munching on chocolate-covered donuts, her breath heavy not from exertion but indulgence. The gym membership went unused. Her once-skintight gym outfit strained over her softening curves, until it barely covered the sheer mass she’d become.

Two years passed. Her abs were buried under layers of comfort food. Her arms, once chiseled and veiny, were now pillowy and heavy. Her legs thundered not from sprinting, but from trying to waddle to the fridge.

Only then did she look in the mirror and gasp.

She-Hulk, the Avenger, the hero, the warrior—was now a towering blob of softness and stretch marks. And the worst part? A part of her liked it. The power hadn’t left… it had just changed form.

Now, every day is a battle—not against villains, but against the siren call of snacks and the weight of her own habits.

And yet, deep inside, She-Hulk wonders… could she be both? A goddess of gluttony and strength?