Hulk x Popeye x Baymax x James Sullivan

Chapter 4

 "Give me a show, honey!" the voice which belonged to Baymax yelled out.

I stop in my tracks, as his black lifeless eyes stare into mine. I opened my mouth to say something, to come up with an excuse, but nothing had come out. Hulk looked into my eyes, his eyes were filled with pain and confusion.

"You lied to me?" he asks his voice breaking, all the action coming to a stop. He looked like on the verge of tears and seemed as though he would get blue balls.

"I–I-I..." I stammered, the feeling of shame hitting me like a brick wall. I quickly pulled up my tight black leggings over my ass, struggling because of my big fat gyatt. "It's not what it looks like!"

"That's what all fat hoes say," he mutters out in anger, leaving me and going over to the Hulk. 

He smashed his lips against his and I felt my whole world collapse. I watched as my husband and high school crush made out vigorously. Not gonna lie, it was kinda hot but not the point.

 Baymax put his fat humongous, large white hands into Hulk's black head of messy hair. I could hear the moans come out from Hulk. My husband was dominating my high school crush. Baymax began to kneel and opened up his jeans. Starting to suck on his-which looked like an 11-inch dick, I could see the muscles on Hulk's spinach-looking ass face tensing. 

The feeling that I should've felt earlier was being put upon the fate of someone else. 

Why couldn't Baymax have been this arousing at the time we were in our honeymoon era? 

Hulk dropped his head back against the alleyway's walls, moaning in pleasure. I didn't know what to say.