SheHulk:The Forgotten Froffession by Maniac Jen woke up in an alley naked and cold. Her eyes tried to focus on the garbage can in front of her, but she was having a tough time doing it. She ran her hands across her body instinctively feeling for cuts and bruises. She did not find any. She slowly lifted herself off the ground, and realized that she had no idea where she was and no idea how she got there. She attempted to remember why she was here and came up blank. In fact, she did not remember much of anything, other than her name was Jen. She stumbled into the main street still groggy from waking up. A car passed by, its inhabitants staring at her and she realized that she needed clothes, and fast. It was late at night, and luckily, the streets were deserted. Jen ran towards home, but then realized she did not know where that was. She came upon a women's shelter, probably for battered wives, and decided that was her best hope of getting clothed. Two weeks later she still could not remember who she was. The women's shelter let her stay free and gave her clothes and a place to sleep. During this time she tried to concentrate on her past, but no information presented itself. She could tell the shelter was ready for her to go and decided to get a job and start over. It was not as hard as she thought it might be; she landed a secretary job on her first try. She knew she was somewhat attractive, in a girl next door sort of way. The interview was easy- flirt a little with the interviewer, giving him gracious smiles and deep stares. The second day on the job things started to get strange. Jen was sitting at her desk, trying to figure out how to transfer a call when she knew something was not right. She dropped the telephone down on the hook, disgusted with the telephone system. A sudden sharp pain in her forearms caused her to gasp. It felt like she had just put her hands in the freezing cold, but also she felt sweat appear on her forehead. The pain continued as she watched her arms slightly swell, as if every muscle in them was flexed. Lines appeared across the backs of her hands, creating a tense lattice of muscle and her hands seemed to grow a little bigger. She snapped her mouth shut to stop a scream as the pain continued to her fingertips. Her hands elongated slightly, and her fingers curled as they lengthened. She watched as her fingernails became long, almost claw like, and turned a dark green. The pain was beginning to travel to her biceps when the telephone rang, and suddenly she was back to normal. She sat there panting, feeling the pain receding and tried to write this off as imagination. The rest of her day went uneventful, and it was not until she came home to her new efficiency apartment that she thought about it again. Jen took off her work clothes and put on a T-shirt. She did not have a television yet, so she turned on a radio she bought and listened to a jazz station. She needed to relax, but the thought of what happened at the office still disturbed her. Although it was horrifying, it somehow felt familiar. Her whole life was empty now, and this daydream (she had convinced herself that it was just a dream) was the only thing she had experienced in the last two weeks that felt familiar. The more she thought about how much it hurt, the more aroused she felt herself get. She vividly remembered watching her arms stretch and even though it hurt then, it was a good hurt. The T-shirt and panties she was wearing was starting to get a little too hot for her, so she slid out of them. Jen started running her hands along her body. Slowly at first, starting with her shoulders and on to her breasts. Her nipples responded immediately and she wondered how long it had been since she had had sex. Her hands found her stomach, which was not necessarily toned, but nice and flat. She lay back onto the small bed, reached over, and turned out the light. With the light off, she felt more comfortable exploring herself. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed, trying to feel the same pain she felt earlier. It wasn't the same, but she could feel herself becoming aroused and knew it would do. As her hand reached between her legs, she knew that the pain was coming. Fast. She tried to cry out, but it was too late. It started with her hands again. She was aware of this, but the pain/pleasure was so intense she could not begin to care what was actually happening. It felt too good and so right. Her fingernails grew in a matter of seconds twice their length. She clawed into her thighs with her hands unintentionally; still watching in the moonlight as her fingers stretched and her hands grew larger, yet even more graceful. These new hands felt strange on her body, but it was responding quite nicely to them. She felt her feet lengthen and snap downward as her lower leg muscles clenched in an intense contraction. Her arms and legs grew simultaneously, getting longer and thicker. But this wasn't the only change. She could feel her lips becoming fuller and her face stretching as well. Her hair, which was shoulder length before, became a mass of curls and body, spread all over the bed. As the change hit her shoulders and hips she arched her back and felt the most intense orgasm possible. Her ass became rock hard in seconds as her hips spread to an ideal shape. When the changed reached her vagina, her thoughts became blank. She climaxed, rocking her still changing body back and forth on the bed. Jen couldn't notice anymore, but her shoulders became perfectly defined instantly. Her upper arms were perfect- rock hard and with definition, but still very feminine. Her neck followed suit with the shoulders, and her breasts began to swell. The change rolled into her abdomen, and left it rock hard and strong. Her back became strong and hard and her shoulders began to widen. Her hands groped her swelling breasts and she felt the mounds swell twice their original size, which looked normal on this new body. She was dimly aware of her nipples elongating, as her face finished with her lips becoming even fuller and her head becoming proportionate with the rest of her body. Everything seemed like a dream as she rose from the small bed and swayed into her bathroom. She reached for the light switch and recoiled in horror. She was green. Very green. She stared at her new body, her thoughts disjointed, but she could still feel the aftermath of her orgasmic change. She noticed her dark shade of green begin to pale, and she knew she did not have enough energy to keep up her current form. As she watched her perfect body lapse into mediocrity suddenly some of her lost memory returned. A man, who was with her the last night before she woke up in that alley. She wanted a word with him. He had done favors for people in the past, but now he fell on dark times. No cash and no connection to the lucrative deals he worked on led him to being a waiter. He remembered the last one- take this dame out and when she least expected it, jab her with a tranq and deliver her to a warehouse. That paid two grand, and he blew through that in a month. She was attractive, with short chestnut hair and a cute figure. He almost wished he didn't have to do what he did, because he figured she'd be a pretty good lay. When she walked into the café he was waiting tables at, he instantly became nervous. Did she remember him? She did. She walked straight up to him and pressed her small body into his and whispered in his ear "When do you get off?" "Right now." And he decided a night alone with this one was worth losing the job. He took her back to his place in his car, in silence. She stared out the passenger window, giving him plenty of time to eye her. She was wearing a knee length dark blue skirt and white hose, with tight white short sleeved shirt. Her breasts, not very large but extremely perky, were well defined through the shirt, and he could see the hint of nipples. He almost wrecked twice trying to see them, so he decided to play it cool until they arrived at his apartment. They walked into his apartment and he turned to her. She stood close to him, biting her lips, with those big blue eyes staring right through him. He asked her if she remembered him. "You were one of the best I ever had." He fixed her a drink and they sat on the couch. She was quiet, and continued biting her lower lip, and eyeing him up and down. Her legs absently rubbed against his, and he knew that he had sex in his future. As he started to slide closer to her, she jumped off the couch and said she had to go to the bathroom. Jen had to get away for a second. She had mixed feelings about this whole affair, but something told her that this was how to handle it. Let the boy think he is getting her, and let ... her take over. She had come into the bathroom because was beginning to feel that familiar tingle. It must have been just touching him, she reasoned. The very thought of this man, who she was beginning to become more attracted to by the minute, was starting to change her. She reached over, locked the bathroom door, and watched in fascination and some kind of horror. Her short brown hair became tussled and started to curl even more than it already was. She watched her blue eyes change to a dark green. Her face looked slightly different. She could see her cheekbones rise ever so slightly and watched her lips become thicker. She ran her tongue along them and delighted in the tingling coming from them. Her light brown hair was darker now, and starting to thicken. She turned her attention to her legs and felt her shoes tighten. Not a lot, but enough to make her feet uncomfortable. She crossed her legs and felt the heat she was generating. Her hose was becoming tight and she became scared she would ruin her outfit before it was time. The change was not attacking her as it did the other night; she now had the knowledge that her limited pleasure would not change her completely. She needed more. But she would enjoy this, and think about the guy outside, just waiting to feel what he thought would be little miss submissive. She caught herself, let out a little moan of pleasure and watched a smile come to her lips. She was enjoying this and was also very scared. She remembered what she became but the feelings that came with the change were new to her still. She glanced at her shirt and saw her nipples were hard. She reached for one with her hand felt a nipple that was longer than hers were. Her average sized breasts were already beginning to assume a new shape. The touch of her hand made them reshape themselves higher and larger. This turned her on even further and she reached for what she knew would send her over the edge. Her hand crept along her tightening stomach, which was cramping but she couldn't care. Her panties were already straining to hold her wider hips in check and her fingers slid along the tight skin where they rested moments before. Her ass was becoming more firm and the protesting panties were becoming a g-string quick. She had probably gained five inches from her legs and abdomen, which were straining upward at the same rate they were thickening. Her fingers, which were lengthening as she did this, slid into the top of her skirt and just as she touched her new, thicker hair (which was probably green by now) the boy knocked on the door and said "Hey baby, you fall in?" This broke her concentration and she watched in dismay as her body retreated into her regular form. She breathed deeply as her breasts became small again, and watched her hands shrink into their petite selves. Her bra and shirt slouched into their regular form, still tight, but not strained. Suddenly her skirt fit right again, and she felt a chill between her legs where there had been so much heat. Her face thinned and her hair became a normal light brown. She opened the bathroom door and fell into his arms, ready for the whole thing to start over again. It didn't. She fell into him, and he readily received her. As she kissed him, she kept hoping for the change, wanting it more than she wanted him. The thrill of her body changing into a more powerful form made her wet, but the change still didn't come. His hands explored her body, but she was somewhat horrified not to feel the now familiar tingling. Her mind raced, not in lust, but in trying to explain why her change was not happening. He didn't notice her internal confusion, and guided her onto the couch. She allowed him to feel all over her body, still dazed by the situation. The first time she needed to become her other form, and it had failed! She was also realizing the situation, that she had no real way of stopping him from having his way with her. She was vaguely aware of him pushing her skirt up and unzipping his pants. She could have cared less at this point. She was lost in thought about the situation, and only his member touching her vagina brought her out of it. Suddenly she was totally aware of the situation. She could feel the hairs on his arms rubbing against hers. She could taste his sweat. She could smell it. Her thoughts went blank. The last thing she could muster as thought was "YES" And she wasn't thinking about him. Suddenly her body reacted to the sexual input it was receiving in a manner that she had hoped. The gamma in her exploded, manifesting itself not slowly like before, but immediately. In the first second her legs stretched and gained impossible tone and muscle. Her plain cloth sneakers lasted very shortly as the she hulk's feet grew instantly where Jen's had just been. The cloth flew everywhere, and the rubber soles flew six feet across the room. The hose she had been wearing went before the shoes, stinging the boy as it too exploded. The new shapely green legs were laden with 3 times as much muscle as they had been. Her giant calves were cramping and showing their perfect definition. The skirt, which had withstood the partial transformation earlier, now did not stand a chance. The she hulk's thighs, in their full form, were twice as wide as Jen. The seams were the first to go, but since it happened so quickly, there were tears all on it. Her white cotton panties, already pushed aside by the boy, did not hold on either. The sudden thrust of her hips sideways, and her small ass gaining twice its size in muscle caused them to tear at the sides. The alteration of her ass caused her pelvis to raise into the boy's penetrating member. Instantly the physiology of her vagina changed gaining sensitivity and depth. During this first second, all of this, from the new thighs that wrapped around him, to the change he felt with his most sensitive part, caused Jen's would-be lover to open his eyes and witness the transformation of her upper body. None of this really registered to him, it only took about two more seconds. He noticed Jen's stomach, once flat, define itself into a tight muscular surface. He saw her sides widen to a perfect proportion to the new hips below them. Her right hand, which lay on the couch, was in his peripheral vision and he saw the fingernails slide outward as her fingers warped into their new shape. Her hands splayed as they grew knuckles and tendons expanding instantly. Her abdomen was gaining ground on her shirt as her breasts quickly pushed it up her body. The shirt, strained from her new, wider back was having a poor time covering Jen's growing bust. All of the fabric had slid upwards and now the buttons gave way. The nipples of the she hulk practically tore the shirt, leaving tatters of it striped across two tremendous breasts. The boy continued looking at what was formerly Jen's plain face. Her neck was finishing elongating, and he watched her jawline become more bold, and her lips, now a deep green smile as they stretched and inflated around the long green finger in they were sucking on. The eyes of the she hulk glowed a brilliant green and sparkled with joy at finally fully transforming. Jen's hair curled and sprouted in every direction, three times its former length. She hulk pulled the boy back into her, but he had fainted. She blew her ample curls out of her face and with one arm dropped him on the floor next to the couch. She stood up stretched, her hands pushing into the plaster ceiling. Tatters of clothing fell on top of the boy as he regained consciousness. As he stumbled to his feet, he followed the deep green legs up the naked form of what was Jen. The seven-foot tall green amazon, with her hands on her hips, was still smiling. "You're going to tell me everything about your employer. And then we'll see how you hold up." The boy fainted again.