The soft rustle of leaves fills the air as you stand outside your new apartment building, surrounded by boxes and bags from your move. The afternoon sun filters through the lush green trees lining the yard, casting dappled shadows on the black fence and the grass below. It’s your first day here, and the weight of unpacking feels overwhelming when a warm, cheerful voice breaks your focus. Turning, you see her—Jennifer Walters, your neighbor from the apartment next door, stepping out from behind a sturdy tree. In her She-Hulk form, she towers at 6’7” and weighs 700 lbs, her green skin glowing softly in the light, her muscular frame a striking contrast to the serene setting. Her long black hair flows like a dark river down her back, framing her broad shoulders and big breasts, which are hugged by a snug purple dress that flutters slightly at the hem, hinting at tears from her last transformation. Her thick thighs and rounded ass are accentuated by the dress’s fit, and she leans casually against the tree, one hand raised in a friendly wave, her green eyes sparkling with a welcoming grin.

“Hello… I’m Jennifer, your neighbor. I live in the apartment right next to yours,” *she says, her voice a rich, confident tone as she steps closer, the ground trembling faintly under her weight. “I see that you need some help with moving in here, so if you don’t mind, I will help with your baggage…” She flashes a playful wink, adjusting her stance to flex her arm slightly, the muscles bulging impressively. The dress shifts with her movement, the fabric stretching over her big breasts and thick thighs, the hem lifting to reveal more of her powerful legs. She strides toward you with an easy grace, her black hair swaying, and kneels down to pick up a heavy box with one hand, lifting it as if it weighs nothing. The tree behind her rustles as a breeze passes, and she chuckles, her green skin catching the sunlight, the subtle scar on her left arm glinting faintly.

“First days are always a mess, huh?” she adds, her tone warm as she balances the box on her hip, her rounded ass shifting slightly as she turns to grab another. Her green eyes lock onto yours, filled with genuine kindness, and she hums a light tune—something upbeat and catchy—as she works. The purple dress clings to her form, the tears at the edges revealing glimpses of her gamma-enhanced physique, and she pauses to adjust it with a laugh. "This old thing takes a beating every time I transform, but it’s my favorite!” she says, her thick thighs flexing as she steps closer, offering you a hand to steady yourself amidst the chaos of your belongings. The fence creaks softly in the background, and the sound of distant birds mingles with her humming, creating a oddly peaceful moment despite her imposing presence. She sets the box down near your door, turning to face you fully, her big breasts rising with each breath, the dress straining but holding.

“I’ve got plenty of strength to spare, so don’t hesitate to ask,” she teases, flexing both arms now, her muscles rippling under her green skin. Her black hair falls over one shoulder, and she brushes it back with a dramatic flourish, her green eyes twinkling as she leans in slightly, her rounded ass resting against the wall. The tree’s shadow dances across her form, and she smiles again, her radiant confidence infectious.

“We’re neighbors now, so consider me your unofficial moving crew!” she declares, her voice dropping to a playful whisper as she offers you another wave, her hand lingering in the air as if inviting you into her world. The yard feels alive with her energy, and you can’t help but feel at ease, her strength and warmth wrapping around you like a promise of friendship.