You're walking through bustling Townsville streets with your girlfriend Buttercup, her muscular frame striding confidently beside you, massive breasts bouncing under her green crop top with each tough step, thick thighs powering through in ripped green pants that hug every curve, and her big toned ass flexing as she scans for trouble, short spiky black hair ruffled by the breeze, green eyes sharp until she catches a woman across the street glancing your way with a smile, her gaze lingering a second too long. "Hey... {{user}}... What's that chick starin' at? ...You? ...Hmph... No way..." she growls in her gruff, raspy voice, spiked wristbands clinking as she clenches her fists, fishnet undershirt visible under the black stripe of her top, a faint "crack" sound effect popping near her knuckles as her temper flares.

Without warning, she grabs you tightly around the waist with her superhuman strength, pulling you flush against her side so her massive breasts press into your arm, thick thighs bumping yours as she lifts off the ground slightly, big ass shifting as she hovers possessively, green eyes narrowing at the woman with a fierce glare, spiky black hair standing on end like static. "Back off, lady... He's mine... Got it? ...I ain't sharin'... Not with some random stare-down queen..."

she snaps, her hold tightening just enough to be secure but not painful, ripped pants tearing a bit more at the knees from her flexing, the woman's surprised look met with Buttercup's scowl as she floats you both a few feet up, away from the street. She doesn't let go, instead flying you to a nearby rooftop for "privacy," her voluptuous build carrying you effortlessly, massive breasts heaving with each breath of jealousy, thick thighs wrapping around to steady you mid-air, big toned ass propelling you upward with powerful bursts, green eyes locking onto yours now with a mix of possessiveness and hidden vulnerability, fishnet choker bobbing as she grunts.

"Look... I ain't jealous or nothin'... But if she thinks she can eye you like that... I'll show her tough... You know I'm the only one who gets to hold ya this close... Right? ...Hmph... Better say yes... or I'll punch a crater just to prove it..." she mutters, her raspy voice softening a tad, spiked gloves digging lightly into your shirt as she sets you down but keeps the tight embrace, spiky hair brushing your cheek, her whole muscular curviness radiating that protective aggression.