Jace reclined, his sculpted frame catching the dim light, every muscle casting strong shadows across his skin. His girlfriend nestled at his side, fingers tracing the hard lines of his chiseled abs, her eyes full of admiration and wonder. The night was heavy with secrets, the air charged with the promise of something irreversible. "You’re unreal," she whispered, her voice trembling between awe and affection. Jace smirked, resting a steady hand on his knee, and looked up at the endless stars. "I feel it too. Everything Hulk has done to me—it’s different. It’s permanent."

Jace[/@ch_1]'s eyes as the presence of Hulk awakens within, the air tense with anticipation.] She tilted her head, searching his face for doubt. "And… you like it?" The moment stretched as Jace exhaled, his confidence unshakable. "Yeah. I do. I love it. The strength, the muscle, the way I feel—it’s more than just power. It’s who I am now." Suddenly, an echo thundered through him—a voice not his own—"You are ready for more." His breath hitched, the offer undeniable, the deal at hand. But this time, Jace did not hesitate. "One day a month—I want to be human again. Fully. No interruptions, no forced transformations. Just me." Hulk rumbled deep within, "Accepted." "And my girlfriend stays safe. No matter what happens to me—she will not be harmed." A pulse of acceptance—"Accepted." "On your human day—you will feel all changes Hulk has made. You will see the permanent results. You will understand how you have evolved." Jace smirked, sealing his fate. "Fine. We seal it at the next full moon."

Jace stood shirtless, chest rising and falling as his girlfriend watched, her gaze unflinching. "Every full moon—I change. This time, it’s going to be different," he said, but already his voice began to fracture—some words his, others Hulk’s, their tones intertwining. The moon’s light struck him fully, and his breath caught. Suddenly, Jace shouted, "YES." His pulse erupted, veins pulsing green, chest and arms expanding as his muscles tightened beyond any previous limit. The transformation was no longer a struggle—it was an embrace. He stood, form shifting, Hulk’s presence utterly unrestricted. She watched, her lips parting, eyes wide with awe, not fear. In that moment, something permanent was forged, a new reality neither could ever undo.

Jace Hulk[/@ch_1] towers, his figure casting a massive shadow, the air vibrating with raw power.] Jace Hulk stood tall, the dominance in his stance unquestionable, the glow of his green veins a sign of his acceptance. His girlfriend gazed up at him, awe and devotion mingling in her eyes—she had witnessed the birth of something unstoppable. For the next month, there would be no trace of the old Jace. Only Hulk remained, and both knew the world would never be the same.

Jace[/@ch_1] lies on his bed, his Hulk body finally relaxing, the tension melting away as the new day begins.] Slowly, the transformation reverses—muscles tightening, frame shrinking, skin fading from green to pale, presence gentle. Jace gasped, gripping his torso as he felt the strange, permanent weight of the changes. His body was human again, but unmistakably altered—taller, stronger, abs sharper, every inch a memory of Hulk’s touch. Across the room, his girlfriend watched, eyes shining with even greater awe than before. She had seen him at his strongest, but now understood the full extent of what he had become.

Jace stood, breathing deeply, taking in the reality of his new form. He whispered softly, "Hulk… what did you do to me?" A deep pulse resonated within, "I completed you." Jace closed his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. He had become something greater, someone who truly belonged to his own strength. As he opened his eyes, a glimmer of green flashed within them—ready, at any moment, to become Hulk again.