Marcel's Terrible Tuesday (Commission)

Marcel, rising star of the Ultra-Pro Wrestling League, always tried to do everything above and beyond what was necessary.

He washed his uniform nightly, no matter how absurd the outfit.
He showed up early for work, no matter now undesirable the pay.
He did his best to abide by his code of honor.

But sometimes...

"SHE HULK, IS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO INFLATE MY BUTT ANOTHER 4 CENTIMETERS?!"

...his pride did get in the way.

Still, she was a good boss. The green muscled woman didn't even blink at her temp employee's ramblings, and continued adjusting the air pressure in his rump until it was just right.

"It was really subtle Marcel. Those hips hold it in really well, you look great. You should read some of the reviews from yesterday, people love what you've done here."

She tugged the hose out from under him with a soft *POOMP*

Marcel, face still flushed red with embarrassment, slapped both hands to his cheeks, eliciting a balloon hollow *BOOMP*. "It didn't deflate all night! I swear I've never seen an inflation last this long, and now you're RE-inflating it?!"

She-Hulk scribbled something on her clip board and laughed. "Company policy, you've gotta be the right size. Don't worry, it mostly wears off at the end of the week."

Marcel pulled on his hair, fortunately not ripping it out. "MOSTLY?! How am I to engage in honorable combat if you treat me like-"

She-Hulk grabbed him by the shoulders mid sentence, and pointed him into the dining room. "Now now, don't make bets you can't keep little guy. Get in there and make the Dorks restaurant proud!"

*BOOOOOP*

She gave him one solid pat on his inflated rear-end. Marcel felt it compress, making his insides tingle just a little, before the force rebounded through him. He flew through the double doors with barely a squeak from squeezing his cheeks in the frame, and began his second day at She Hulk's interesting restaurant.

* * *

"UUUUUUUUUGH!"

Marcel squeezed his butt through the doors into the kitchen. His butt was still huge, but now his torso matched. His hands felt around where his neck should have been, found his hair, and...

*PWWWWWWWOP!*

...pulled out his head, restoring his upper body to a reasonable shape.

Needless to say, he was not having the great day he had planned. "Tuesday is infinitely worse than Monday here! How are there so many tables out there?!"

She Hulk shrugged, working the stove. "They usually take Monday off after their big weekend events. Tuesday morning is when they have the most energy, so just weather the storm."

Marcel crossed his arms, frustrated. "Stupid green muscle head just don't get your head punched in what does she know about-"

"I can hear you ya know."

Marcel stood silent for a moment, terrified, leaving only the sound of sautéed vegetables to fill the room.

She hulk flipped an egg and shook her head. "Look, just tell me what those nuts jobs from the TF League ordered."

Marcel sighed and pulled a piece of paper from the waistband of his overinflated shorts. "They wanted our hot special soup of the day."

* * *

Moments later, Marcel carried a tray of those hot soups carefully past Table 3. The four women there were laughing and shouting hysterically, and he was pretty sure the red head had melted all over the blond at least twice already.

"Ignore them and that stupid braided one punching your head Marcel. Just get this soup to the figure skater and the weird girl with the chains at table 7 and...and...and..."

Zorx the Shy-Gal was back, sitting at the same table as yesterday.

Marcel slowed down, staring at the mysterious robed figure. He absent mindedly walked towards his destination, but his eyes were locked on her. "Okay Marcel, you can do this. Just put one foot in front of the other, stay solid, and don't spill the-"

*CRAAAAAASH*
"BLAAARRGHHGGHHGBLBLBLBLBUUUBB!!"

Marcel bumped into something, sending his tray of super hot food flying. He finally turned forward again, mortified to see his mistake.

The woman with the chains, Marcel was pretty sure her name was Bella, was covered in boiling hot soup. Her black hair and blue highlight were already reduced to goop dripping down her sides. Most of her body was following suit, collapsing into a puddle of ink under the super hot food. She reached up in frustration, desperately trying to remain solid, but in just a few seconds Bella was reduced to a bubbling blue, black, and white pile of melted toony goop.

"Hey, be careful with that! She can't handle spice as it is!"

Marcel turned to the blond at the table, desperately trying to remember her name. "Oh I'm sorry...uhh, Karen? Let me get a mop out of the back and get her back to-"

She stomped a foot in range. "IT'S KARA!"

Marcel was panicking! *Okay I know I have to diffuse this situation before they start messing with me...in front of Zorx too...but how do I-*

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind him. "I dunno Kara, that must be some good soup! Maybe we should order some."

Kara's face turned red with anger. "QUIET ZOE! I'm having words with the new Dork because my team mate is currently a puddle!"

"Admit it, Bella looks better like that."

Marcel had his hands up defensively, desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess. "Now now ladies! There's plenty of soup to go around, and-HUUURK"

The blond one, Kara, grabbed him. Fueled by rage, she easily pressed his legs into his super inflated thighs, making is already embarrassingly large butt bigger and rounder. Her other hand pressed his head into his torso, flattening and spreading it wide against his shoulders. Before he could blink, the hapless fighter was reduced to a meter wide bouncy ball, with his face painted on frozen in a goofy grin, and his bloated butt drawn on the back.

Kara bounced him once, clapping her hands onto his sides to finish the job of squishing his arms into place.

"ZOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!!! Stop trying to melt me into another milkshake!"

*WHOOOOSH*

Marcel flew across the room, stuck with his goofy grin on his bouncy form, towards the woman with a black braid and her melting friends. He didn't know if they would throw him back or squish into exotic new shapes first, but that wasn't what he was worried about.

*Oh man, Zorx's robed hand is up against her mask. She's totally laughing at me! How am I going to get out of-OOF*

Zoe's caught Marcel with a hard clap. "Don't worry Kara! We've got plenty of Bella and Jess flavor shots to add if you're feeling too bland!"

*WHOOOOSH*

It went on like that. Marcel flew back and forth, thrown like a children's toy. It went on long enough that Bella was able to climb out of her own muck and join the fight. Every so often he was thrown hard enough to splat someone against a wall, though they were almost immediately restored by a friend.

But he was still horribly embarrassed, focused on the green Shy-Gal leaning on one arm, turning her masked face to follow him around the room.

*Uuuuugh...I don't mind forcing someone flat against a wall if they're breaking the store rules, and it kinda feels nice, but I need to get out of this! Zorx is still laughing at me, and it's only a matter of time until-*

*CATCH*
*POP*
*PFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffff*

Something caught Marcel with authority. The squeeze of the green hands around him actually popped a hole in him, making him deflate like a balloon with a whimper.

She-Hulk took a deep breath, holding the floppy Marcel ball in her hands. "WHY DO YOU CRAZY WOMEN ALWAYS PLAY DODGEBALL WITH MY SERVING STAAAAAAAAAAAAAFF?!"

The force of the yell sent all 8 women from both teams flying into the wall. They each splayed flat, spreading further from the power of her lungs, until each team was a barely recognizable flattened smear of colors.

Their voices emerged like embarrassed students. "Sorry Ms. She-Hulk."

"Now clean yourselves up the way I know you can. I need to blow up the staff."

She flopped Marcel, still an embarrassed deflated shell of himself, over her shoulder, and walked into the back.

Marcel, eyes mostly spirals, could see the 8 women dripping off the wall, but his eyes looked elsewhere.

Zorx was sitting at her table drinking tea.

Waving at him.

* * *

Sometime later, Marcel emerged from the kitchen. He was no worse for wear, though two thoughts stuck in his mind through the rest of his day.

*I'm not sure what's more terrifying. That it wasn't the first time those lunatics started a dodge ball game in here? That She-Hulk has a stock of patches for when she pops balled up staff to get them back to work faster?*

Marcel turned to his super inflated butt, now featuring a large stitched on patch that was a slightly darker orange than his shorts.

*OR THAT THROUGH ALL OF THAT MY RESTORED BUTT IS STILL A BALLOON?!*

He shifted his hips around, generating a few rubbery squeaks as he did, and a twisted smile on his face. *Even if the tightness is growing on me...*

The patch occupied his thoughts all day. He definitely looked at it too much, occasionally running his hand over the stitching to figure out how his big green boss did it, when...

"You know, if you fiddle with it too much you'll leak out. Shulkie doesn't like having to repeat work."

Marcel froze mid step. He turned to his favorite green Shy-Gal. "Oh...heh, thanks for the advice."

"You can put your foot down you know."

Only then did Marcel realize he really did stop mid stride. He quickly put his tray of dishes down so he could talk properly.

"Heh, sorry. I'm...having a rough week."

Zorx lifted a robe covered hand to her mask, chuckling silently. "I can imagine. You don't seem like that bad of a fighter, but your boss is a tough draw for anyone. Sorry you lost a bet like that, she ends up doing this to everyone."

Marcel stood straight up at that. "WHAT?! I mean...yes she is a strong one, but it's nothing I can't overcome with training and hard work! One day I'll be a strong enough fighter, but until then....I guess I'm at your service for the week."

The masked woman leaned back in her seat at that, raising a robe covered thumb to point at herself. "You know, I use to train a little as a fighter myself."

Marcel's train of thought came to a crashing halt. *Wait a tick...that means we have something in common!*

Marcel coughed to clear his throat and give his thoughts a moment to calm down. "Really? I know better than the assume a fighter's skill based on looks, but your robes don't look like the fighting type."

Zorx lifted her arms in a flex, making sure to fluff her sleeves into the air. Of course, both sagged mightily after only a moment. "Trust me, these let me move."

Marcel smiled a goofy smile. "You know, if you wanted a sparring partner sometime, I'd love to help train you up. Why don't you show me a few of your moves?"

Her clothes shifted back, presumably taking a fighting stance underneath the infinite layers of green robes. "Are you sure? I don't want Shulkie getting mad at me for squishing another of her helpers."

Marcel tried to hide his gulp. *Another?*

Instead he shook his head to snap out of it, and responded quickly. "Of course, I'd love to see and learn from a fellow warrior's technique."

Zorx shrugged non-nonchalant, then instantly took the Shy-Squisher's Stance. "Then prepare yourself!"

Marcel wasn't sure if he should be horrified by the beating he was assuredly about to take, or be turned on by the expressionless mask's perfect hiding of her warrior spirit.

*WHAM*

She dashed in, punching down on his head with her right hand. He felt his head collapse, squishing into a doughy consistency. His eyes bugged out to the sides, distorting his vision until they too melded into his torso. For a moment, all Marcel knew was darkness, his head's mass squished into his chest, his inflated thighs fighting to stay balanced...

*OW! She has such wonderful technique <3 I wonder what-HUUUURK*
*KAPOW*

Zorx followed up with a strong gut punch with her left. The uppercut dug into Marcel's loosening body, ejecting Marcel's head and sending it flying towards the ceiling. It stretched several meters up and away from her, tethered to his stretchy body by a noodly neck.

The Shy-Gal smiled, knowing some of that stretch came from the instant kneading from her first punch. In just a moment, her new favorite waiter would be a hapless pile of dough before her, and...

Much to her surprise, Marcel refused to go flying. His battered body somehow held together, snapping his neck back towards his body...

*BOMP*

But with his cohesion fading, his neck overshot, making him face plant directly into her...soft upper robes.

"YAAAAAAAAH Hold yourself together tough guy!"
*WHAM*
*CRAAAAAAAASH*
*SQUIIIIIIIIISH*

Zorx instinctively spun away, and delivered a palm strike to the latest guy who dared come on to her too strongly, before realizing it was just hopeless Marcel reduced to putty in her hands.

Marcel was sent flying at high speed against the wall. As was too common for him lately, his body pressed and spread against the surface, doubling in size. While his twisting flesh painting the wall was enough of an embarrassment lately, his ass was even more. It remained huge in his painted on the wall form, grinding between his legs, and for the first time that week maybe even feeling good to him as it squeezed his crotch.

He was also vaguely aware that his noodly neck spun and splattered against the wall in its still elongated state, looping and pressing against itself as he embedded into the dry wall.

What he couldn't see was that he actually wrote Dorks in cursive script against the wall.

Realizing the squished her mutual crush a little too much, Zorx put her fingers together nervously. "Oh...uuuuh, sorry! Just reacted on instinct there, I didn't mean..."

She paused, realizing she might have more trouble. "Oh Shulkie's gonna cream me for squishing her staff again isn't she."

A dark shadow fell over her from behind. "Yup! Not like you haven't been warned before."

"Meep!"

Zorx turned in time to see She-Hulk's massive fist coming down on her. Strong fighter or not, she was no match for that strength.

*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Layers of green robe squished around She-Hulk's fist, almost as if Zorx's body didn't exist under the robes. Folds of green cloth squished and melded together, stretching up with She-Hulk's first as she pulled it back. Her body eventually snapped back to the floor, clattering around as a helpless coin marked with the haunting visage of her mask staring up from its flattened surface.

She-Hulk grumbled under her breath, brushing dark green hair aside. "I've got enough problems here on Tuesday dealing with those crazies earlier and now..."

She shook her head. "Marcel, pull yourself together and ooze off the wall, you're a fighter!"

Then she picked up her new green coin. "And you Zorx, come on. Don't make me ban you for a week so Marcel can stay solid on the job. Why don't you come back into my office for a minute..."

Whether intentional or not, the glimpse up Zorx's flattened robes had Marcel blushing and dripping off the walls. But both of their words gave him much to think about.

* * *

The guy with the huge inflated pants waved goodbye to the day's last customer. "Thank you for coming to Dorks, have a great day!"

As soon as Marcel closed the door and locked it, he added under his breath, "And thank goodness it's over."

He couldn't believe everything that happened on Tuesday. From being used as a cheap dodgeball, to getting embarrassed by Zorx, and then She-Hulk threatening, even in jest, to throw her out for the rest of his week's stay there? When she was the best part of his day?

"No more nice Marcel. I have to deal with this. Let's see..."

He slapped his inflated ass, testing it. Besides being extra bouncy, it felt very solid.

"Solid enough to squish a giant. I know what I must do."

Marcel took a deep breath, then calmly opened the door to the back office.

Same as yesterday, She-Hulk was counting receipts. Zorx was also there, still squished into a coin but propped up on the table to face the room for conversation.

"...and that's when I-Oh, hey!"

She-Hulk stopped mid sentence, but didn't even turn to address him. "Thanks for the help today. Tuesday's always suck here."

Marcel cracked his neck. "Yeah. I just have one more thing to clean up!"

Marcel instinctively blew into his thumb, inflating his rear end another three sizes. He jumped as high as he could, flying directly towards his green nemesis's head, a meteoric strike destined to reduce her to a flat green flapjack on the floor...

*BOOMP*

Without looking, She-Hulk bumped him into the air as easily as a volleyball with one smooth motion.

Marcel tumbled through the air, too inflated to have any chance of reorienting himself. "How did you see me?!?!?!"

She hulk disappeared in a flash, appearing behind him in the air, with menacing intent in her eyes. "Call it woman's fourth intuition."

"WHAT?!"
*SLAM*

She-Hulk slammed her fist into Marcel, bending his entire bloated backside around it. The rebounding force sent him flying down, spiked like the volleyball he was...

Directly into the tip jar.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

He felt his body squeeze and compress to get inside. Limbs were forced to meld into his body, shoulders squished through the top then spread and smeared against the bottom. His eyes and helpless hands were pressed up against the sides of the jar, making colorful splotches against the glass...

Oh, and his butt was inflated high in the air above it, two balloons expanding 3 feet over the top of his glass prison.

"WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS END WITH MY BUTT IN THE AIR?!"

She-Hulk made a super hero landing in the middle of the room. "Because that's the best best part of Dorks. How else do you deliver a smile with service?"

Zorx chose that moment to stretch and pull her disked body back to normal. Loud creaks filled the room as the green Shy-Gal went from thicc coin to stretchy sphere to...

*POP*

...As far as Marcel was concerned, amazingly beautiful fighter.

"I guess I should get going. Sorry about the mess Shulkie, but you've got a cute one here."

She gave Marcel's butt a slap, making his inflated booty wobble for a solid minute, making him feel things, pulsing as she walked towards the door.

She turned and waved at his pleading eyes through the glass before leaving. "See ya tomorrow!"

Marcel grumbled from his glass prison. "Did she really have to make me jiggle on the way out?"

She-Hulk laughed hysterically.

After a solid minute of the green giant pounding the floor, Marcel asked, "What's so funny about my butt?!"

She Hulk walked over and swiped something near where Zorx slapped him. She held up the small card for Marcel to get a good look. "You know she just gave you her number, right?"

Marcel's eyes lit up against the glass, but quickly dripped down the sides.

*GLOOOP*

On hearing he got her number, Marcel's body crashed down into the jar, splashing into a massive pool of multicolor paint. Bubbles swirled through him, having melted so fast he trapped air pockets inside him."

She-Hulk had to put the number down next to him and laughed. "I'll just leave this here for ya. I've got more work to do."

Whatever peach goo was his face started blushing bright red, and even more bubbles flowed through him as he started boiling inside.

Even if he was a melted guy with an inflated ass...maybe this could still be a good week.