MARVEL EARTH-69 (Superhero futa/shemale madness!)

So I've been writing a couple of stories and playing with a few ideas recently. My stories take place in an alternate universe of Marvel Comics. Some characters will be of different genders and backgrounds, but they are all essentially based loosely on their comic book counter parts.

Reviews and requests are accepted and encouraged, however I retain the right to turn down any ideas that might be brought to the table. The basic premise of the story is based off Mojo of the Mojo-Verse seeking to acquire more viewers, thus adding to his power. To do this, he has devised a plan that involves Spiral capturing heroes and villains and implanting them with transgender parts from her Body Shoppe. Furthermore, cameras similar to the ones implanted into Psylocke's eyes are also utilised to film all of the craziness that ensues.

p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } She-Hulk gradually regained consciousness. A penetrating ring stabbed through her ears and resonated inside her brain. A sick feeling of inertia and nausea overcame the bold woman as she collected her senses. She attempted to sit up. She felt the binds on her limbs holding her down.

She summoned her strength and clenched her fists into two tight balls. It hurt her forearms to even flex at that moment. She attempted to power through her restraints, but fatigue quickly overcame her. A whimper of frustration escaped her breath.

As she looked around, shapes were gradually becoming visible. Blurred distortions slowly came into focus. The room was painfully white. There were no windows to be seen, and other then the metal table that she was stretched out on, the only other items in the vicinity were a steel tray and some surgical equipment.

She-Hulk looked down at her own body. To her surprise and displeasure, she was nude.

The door crept open in front of her. A slender young woman entered the room. Her complexion was creamy white like a fragile doll. Her skin was accentuated by the platinum blonde hair that fell short of her shoulders. Her eyes, like her skin and hair, were ghostly white. However, the most odd and distinguishing feature of the woman was her six mobile appendages. She smiled a devious expression onto the captive green amazon.

“Good morning, my darling,” she greeted in a sinister voice.

She was garbed in a tight and revealing nurse's uniform. The white dress, trimmed with bright red that matched the shade of her crimson lips, hugged her hips and bosom tautly. Her white stockings stretched over her long legs and tapered off at her thighs. One of her six hands adjusted the diminutive cap on her head. Her white shoes clicked off the linoleum as she trotted over to the surgical tray.

She-Hulk tried to wrestle out of her restraints, again to no avail.

“Where the hell am I?”

“Don't worry. I'm really good at what I do. Just relax and you'll be out of h