My Hulktastic Girlfriend by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com You wouldn###t like Satin when shes angry ... But Steve sure does! ___________________________ This story was originally written in collaboration with a talented 3D computer artist who goes by Falcon3D. This is the text of the story without the images. As such, I admit that what follows is somewhat lacking in descriptive details; I let Falcon3D supply much of the finer description with his excellent artwork. However, if you do enjoy the text-only version of the story and would like to see the full version of My Hulktastic Girlfriend including the beautiful graphics, you can do so by visiting Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com). ___________________________ I hate my job. Who wouldn't? After years of hard work and sacrifice putting myself through college and graduating with honors with a degree in business administration from a nationally recognized university, I find that the only job I can land in this economy is assistant to the assistant to the sub-vice president in the accounting department of a low end tech company whose specialty seems to be coming out with cheap knock-offs of the products of our more well-known competitors. Having access to our company's payroll, I can assure you that I am the lowest paid employee - and that includes the custodial staff! Oddly enough, the second highest paid employee of the company""just below the CEO""is the receptionist who sits at the front desk at the entrance of out building. Her name is Satin, and she is as soft and beautiful as her name suggests. She is also the ONLY thing I look forward to when I go to work. Satin has a cool, aloof quality when it comes to dealing with most men. No matter what she is saying - for example she might be directing someone to the nearest elevator - it seems as if she's really saying, "Yes, I know I'm beautiful and you want me. So what?" However for some reason, she's always been very warm and open with me. She always has a big smile and a "Hi, there!" for me whenever I happen to pass her desk - and believe me, I find excuses to pass her desk about thirty times a day. She always goes out of her way to engage me in conversation if I happen to run into her in the employee lounge. Her eyes, her body language, her demeanor towards me - everything tells me that she'd like to get to know me better. In fact, she finally just told me straight out, "I'd like to get to know you better." With all this encouragement, it still took me six months to get up the nerve to ask her out, and I still couldn't believe my luck when she said, "Yes." Our first date went amazingly well. We went to dinner and afterwards talked for hours. I even worked up the nerve to give her a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening. For our second date, we decided to take a walk downtown on a beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon. On my budget, that's about all I could afford. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. As we walked down the street and talked, I wanted more than anything to take her hand in mine. She looked up at me so sweetly. I could feel my own hand inching towards her. I wanted to be bold and take charge of the situation. I wanted to take her delicate hand in mine and tell her how much she meant to me. I wanted to tell her that even though I might not seem that impressive in the present tense that I didn't always intend to be the assistant to the assistant of the sub-vice president of accounting in the world's worst tech company. I wanted to tell her that I knew that I was meant for greater things and that if only she would stand by my side that I would dedicate my life to protecting her and making her happy. I knew that these were crazy things to be thinking let alone saying out loud on just a second date, but something about the look in her eye""the way she smiled at me""told me that she wanted to hear those things from me as much as I wanted to say them. I looked down at her sweet, adorable face and I . . . I . . . I . . . chickened out! I looked for something - anything - to change the subject. "Hey, look at those cool motorcycles," I said. "Huh?" she asked. "Those two motorcycles," I pointed out to her. "What about them?" she asked. "Well . . . don't you think that they're awesome?" I returned. "They're okay. I guess," she replied unenthusiastically. Then she added, "Besides, I don't think the people who ride those things call them motorcycles. I believe that they refer to them as 'choppers'". "Uh, well yes, but don't you think they're very nice choppers?" I asked. "They're okay," she repeated then added with more than a little amusement in her voice, "I guess I just never thought of you as the type that would . . . appreciate a good chopper." I didn't want her to think that I was a wimp, so I began to lay it on a little thick. "Hey, I'm not just some button-down office drone you know. I hear the call of the open road just like any other man!" "You do?" she asked. I couldn't tell whether she was really buying my act or not. "Oh yeah, Baby!" I replied, trying to sound bold when in reality the boldest thing I'd done in months was to call her "Baby". Then I really started to pile it on with a shovel. "I've always wanted to join one of those outlaw motorcycle gangs," I lied. (It wasn't totally a lie, I did dream of becoming a motorcycle rebel when I was fourteen after seeing the movie The Wild One on television. That dream lasted a little over two weeks.) "I have to say, Steve, that you really don't seem the type," Satin observed. "No shit!" rang out a voice from behind her. I hadn't noticed that the owners of the two parked choppers were standing close enough to hear Satin's and my entire conversation. His companion added, "Sorry, pal, we don't accept pups in the Satan's Angels, and you sure as hell don't look like you can ride with the big dogs." "Oh! Hey, fellas; I didn't see you guys standing there," I said stating the obvious. "No shit!" the first biker said again. You have to admire him. Once he found a snappy phrase that he liked, he stuck with it. "So what's with all the big talk?" the other one asked. I stepped in front of Satin and, hoping she might not hear me, and said quietly to the bikers, "C'mon guys, you know how it is; I was trying to sound cool in front of my date." I was hoping that my admission would inspire some sympathy based on the universal tendency of guys to try to impress women. Instead the leather-clad thugs began laughing. "Trying to impress the babe, huh?" the second biker said much too loudly for my tastes. "Give it up; she's never going to fuck a wuss like you!" "Yeah, no shit!" the first biker agreed. "C'mon, baby, why don't you come with us," the second biker said, "If you're really nice we might even let you suck our big dicks." I stepped forward and said, "Hey, now! You guys take that back! I mean, I can take a joke as well as the next guy, but there's no need to use language like that in front of a lady!" I was no longer simply trying to impress Satin. I was concerned for her safety, and even more than that, I was mad - darn mad! "What if we don't take it back?" the more talkative biker asked. "I-I'm afraid I'll have to insist," I said. "And what if we still won't take it back?" he asked The two bikers stepped towards me. "In fact suppose we decide to kick your pansy ass instead?" "Now . . . now fellas, I see no need for violence," I said trying to reason with them. "You said you wanted to be an outlaw biker didn't you? Kickin' ass is what outlaw bikers do best." "R-really?" I asked. "No shit!" I was sure that I was dead meat at this point. My biggest concern was what would happen to Satin after the two bikers beat me up. I started to turn to her and tell her to run away when suddenly she stepped between me and the bikers. "Okay, you guys, this has gone on long enough. I'm sure that some people are impressed with you matching leather outfits and whatnot. Well, guess what? I'm not one of them! And as for me ever having anything whatsoever to do with either one of you penises? Dream on, boys, dream on." "Aw, c'mon, baby," the second biker said, "Bruno and me just want to show you what it's like to take a hard ride with us." Bruno began, "No"" "Shit!" Satin completed. "Yeah, Bruno, we get it. Look, boys, Steve and I are going to walk away now, and if either of you two says or does anything to impede us, I'm going to get angry. And, boys, you won't like me when I'm angry." Bruno looked at me and said, "This is bullshit! Either I'm gonna fuck somebody, or I'm gonna fuck somebody up! You two decide which one it's gonna be." Satin looked Bruno in the eye and said, "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you." Then, she clenched her two tiny fists, closed her eyes and - as God is my witness - she began to get bigger. I don't mean she simply puffed herself up. She literally began to grow in front of our eyes! In less than twenty seconds, Satin had grown more than a foot in height and added at least one hundred pounds of solid muscle. Most of her clothes tore off in the process leaving her barefoot and dressed in just her bra and panties. Despite her amazing hard new body, her face was as soft and delicately beautiful as it had always been. When she was through growing, she looked down at the two startled bikers and asked in her sweet, feminine voice, "Bruno which one of these choppers is yours?" "T-t-the b-blue one, with the g-g-green f-f-f-flames," Bruno stammered out. "What a shame," Satin responded, "That one's my favorite." Then she calmly walked over to the blue chopper with the green flames and effortlessly lifted it off the pavement with one hand. "Bruno, remember when I said you wouldn't like it if I got angry?" she asked. "Y-y-yes," Bruno replied. "What I meant was, when I get angry I do things like this." Then she proceeded to take that chopper apart one piece at a time. She calmly, deliberately, spent the next several minutes, folding, spindling and mutilating that motorcycle. She literally ripped steel bolts and joints apart like they were paper, and with her bare hands she twisted the metal out of shape like it was soft clay as she dropped the pieces one-by-one onto the sidewalk beside where we were standing. When she was finished, she turned back to the bikers and pointed out, "You boys are a lot softer than that chopper was. I could dismantle you two a lot easier, and in case you didn't notice, I didn't even break a sweat with the chopper. Now, what do you boys have to say for yourselves?" "W-w-we're sorry," Bruno's companion stammered. "Yeah, no sh""" Bruno stopped abruptly when Satin gave him a severe look and said, "W-w-we're really, really sorry!" Satin considered their apologies for a few seconds and said, "Normally I would let it go at that, but you not only insulted me, but you threatened my boyfriend." What?!? Did Satin just call me her boyfriend??? I could hardly believe my good fortune. "On your knees!" Satin barked at the bikers. They could not have moved faster to the ground. After several minutes of apologizing and begging Satin not to dismantle them, she turned back to me. "Are you satisfied with their apologies, Steve?" I nodded and mumbled something that sounded like yes, and Satin allowed the two bullies to leave. When Satin again turned her attention to me, she looked down at my crotch and smiled at the obvious bulge that had developed. "Well, it certainly looks like you enjoyed the show," she said. "Uh, yeah," I managed to say in a sheepish voice. "So, I take it you approve of my transformation?" she asked. How could I tell her that my raging hard-on was the result of combination of factors. Sure I was turned on by her sexy, huge feminine muscles. But I was also turned on by her incredible display of strength, her extreme power and confidence when it came to dealing with Bruno and friend and, last but far from least, the sound of hearing myself called her boyfriend from her own sweet lips. I wanted to tell her all of these things, but I couldn't find the words. I was so overwhelmed by my feelings that all I could do was look down at the sidewalk in confusion. Satin gently put her soft yet incredibly strong hand on my cheek and said, "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie; I'm glad that I turn you on." Then she said, "My apartment's not far from here. Why don't we go there and see what we can do about taking that swelling down, hmm?" She led; I followed. The funny thing was, once we got back to her apartment, she did everything she could to keep my swelling from going down. First she sat me down on her bed and began doing some sexy muscle flexing for me. She asked me in a throaty, husky voice, "Do you like what you see, Steve?" I shook my head vigorously. "Do you like big muscles on a woman, Steve?" she asked. "Yes, I do," I answered, "Very much." The truth was, the combination of her big powerful feminine muscles, her soft, huge breasts, her tight, round ass and her beautiful face . . . . She looked so gorgeous and strong that it was all I could do to keep from touching myself. She seemed determined to push me over the edge and have me abandon all my inhibitions however because next she said, "These muscles aren't just for show, you know." "I know, Satin," I said. "I saw how easily you lifted and then tore apart that motorcycle." "Oh, that?" she said casually, "That was nothing." Then to prove it, she went over to a big walk-in closet and went inside. When she came out, she was carrying the biggest barbell I've ever seen. And she wasn't just barely lifting it; she was carrying it effortlessly with one hand! "How much weight is that?" I asked memorized by the vision of pure feminine power in front of me. "This little ol' thing?" she said nonchalantly, "Well let's see, there are eleven one hundred pound plates on each side, and the bar weighs an additional seventy-five pounds. You're the one who works in the accounting department. How much is that?" I gulped hard and said, "That's two thousand, two hundred and seventy-five pounds. That's more than a ton!" Satin let out a girlish giggle and said, "You seem surprised that I can lift more than a ton with one hand." "I-I didn't know they made barbells that heavy," I said. "I don't think they normally do. This was specially made for me. "So that you could work out?" I asked. "Don't be silly. I don't need to work out to maintain my muscles. Besides, this isn't heavy enough to provide me with much of a challenge. No, this was a gift from a former admirer.' When I heard that more than a ton with one hand wasn't even a challenge for Satin's super powerful muscles, I gave up all modesty and began to openly rub my crotch in front of her. This seemed to delight her since she then gently put down the weight and just as gently lifted me high in the air. I felt her hard, strong body pressed against me. I looked into her soft brown eyes. "You're just so adorable," she said. "I could just eat you up with a spoon!" "Satin," I began timidly, "Did you mean it when you told those two bikers I was your boyfriend?" "I'm sorry," she said, "I had no right to say that without asking you first. Steve, would you like to be my boyfriend?" "More than anything in the world," I replied. "Okay then, boyfriend, what should we do to celebrate?" "Could we . . . would you . . . ?" "Steeeeeve," she said melodically. "Yes, Satin," I responded earnestly. "Would you like me to throw you on that bed right there so that I can ravish you with my superpowerful body?" "Yes, please," I answered. For the next several hours, that just what she did. I wish I could describe to you what it felt like to be gently tossed around and made love to by a superstrong, brawny Amazon goddess. Perhaps a better writer like Shakespeare, Tolstoy or Danielle Steel could do justice to the experience. All I can tell you is that if there is any greater earthly pleasure than entering the body of a woman who must first beckon you in because she is much too powerful for any mortal man to take otherwise . . . . If there is any experience sweeter than this, I don't ever want to encounter it because this was enough pleasure to almost cause my heart to burst. I'm convinced that my heart would have burst if Satin had not secretly somehow loaned me a small fraction of her own enormous strength. That night I fell asleep - collapsed really - with Satin's strong arms wrapped around me. I've never felt more safe, protected or serene. The next morning when I woke up, my arms were wrapped around Satin who had reverted to her normal sized during the night. I felt her gently stir in my arms and she gave out a dear, soft little sigh. Suddenly I felt like the strong protector of the precious, fragile dove that I held in my arms. I knew then that for as long as I lived I could never be more in love than I was at that moment. Then a thought occurred to me. I thought of the beautiful, diminutive Satin that I held in my arms as the "normal" Satin. But why did I think that? For all I knew, the huge, powerful, strong-but-just-as-beautiful Satin might be the "normal" one. I quickly realized that it really didn't matter to me since I was equally in love with both Satins, but I was determined to find out what the truth was. After Satin woke up (and we made love again) we sat down on the edge of her bed and we had a talk. She told me about discovering her power to transform herself. "Believe it or not, I was a late bloomer," she began. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean that all of my friends had boobies before I did," she explained. "Oh, is that all?" I chuckled "Don't laugh," she scolded. "I didn't begin to develop until I was almost fifteen years old, and then a very strange thing happened." I urged her to go on. "It was in ninth grade gym class. I remember that I was so excited because it seemed like I suddenly developed breasts overnight. I couldn't wait to get to the locker room so that I could take off my top and show them to my two best friends Trudy and Judy." "Trudy and Judy?" I asked. "Yes, they were twins," Satin clarified. "Anyway, when I took off my shirt to show them, something strange began to happen. I can't really explain it. All I know is that my shorts began to get tighter and suddenly Trudy and Judy looked much smaller to me. And I could feel a tingle surge through me that I had never felt before." "And that was""" "Yes, that was the first time I transformed." Satin went on to tell how Trudy and Judy reacted to her transformation. They were shocked of course, but as Satin tells it, they also had another reaction. "They were both upset with me for some reason. Judy took it especially hard." Satin described how most females seemed to have kneejerk negative reaction to her transformation. "The ones that don't are usually lesbians who want to have sex with me." "Have you ever . . . done that?" I asked. "A few times. Does that bother you?" "No. In fact, it really turns me on," I answered sincerely. Satin seemed surprised by my response, but she couldn't have been as surprised as I was. Satin went on explain how the straight girls in her high school that were not repelled by her transformation soon became jealous because of the attention she aroused from almost every boy in the school by her "new and improved" physique. "As you might guess, almost every boy in the school - and a fair number of the male teachers - wanted to sleep with me." "I don't blame them," I interjected. Satin went on to explain that at first the transformations were basically random, but that slowly she learned to control them. "But what causes you to transform?" I asked. "No one knows for sure. Believe me, I've been through exhaustive medical examinations to try to answer that question. The best answer anyone could come up with was the world's leading authority on human physiology who told me that I was a mutant. "Does anyone at work know?" I asked. "You mean besides you?" she smiled "Besides me," I smiled back. "Only Mr. McWilliams," she replied. Mr. McWilliams was our company's CEO. "Why him?" I asked curiously. "Let's just say that I revealed it to him the last time we renegotiated my salary," she said. "Oh." Actually that explained a lot. "Can I ask you something, Satin?" "Anything, sweetie." "Why me?" I asked. "Why you what?" "I know that it's crazy for me to question my luck like this, but you're so beautiful and amazing. You could have any man in the world. Why me?" "Steve, don't be silly," she admonished. "Please, I really want to know. I mean, I'm not exactly the most impressive male specimen around," I pointed out. "Steve," she began gently, "You may not be a typical macho man that most of the girls go ga-ga over, but I think that you're very good looking." "Really?" "Yes, really. Besides, as you might have guessed, men with big muscles don't impress me. My muscles are much bigger than most men, and even the men who do have muscles as big as mine are not even half as strong as I am." "Oh. So you like wimpy guys?" I said somewhat dejected. "No . . . I like sweet, gentle, smart, kind, witty, charming, honest, men," she replied. "But I have to admit that what really sealed the deal was the first time I notice how cute your derriere looked in those gray slacks you often wear to the office." "Oh. I have two pairs of those. I generally wear them on""" "Tuesdays and Thursdays. I know, sweetie. That's why I look so forward to Tuesdays and Thursdays." Then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "You were really turned on by my muscles yesterday weren't you?" "Your muscles and . . . other things," I replied. "Other things?" I explained to Satin that I'd been a comic book geek since I was a kid and that ever since discovering girls I'd especially been attracted to the strong comic book superheroines. I told her that when I saw the way she handled those bully bikers the day before - so strong, so brave and so assertive - that to me she was like all of my favorite superheroines rolled into one. I made it clear that with her power and her cool, confident personality that she was my ultimate fantasy woman. I even asked her if she ever engaged in cosplay. When she told me that she had never heard of it, I explained the basics to her and even showed her pictures online. She promised to explore it further with me in the future! We spent the rest of the day and night together talking and making love. Satin was apparently inspired by all my superheroine talk. I told her that just the thought of her using her amazing power to take on "bad guys" got me very, very hot. I had no idea that my sexual fantasies would inspire her to take such drastic real world action. I wasn't actually there when she decided to put her power to good use (She said she didn't want me to accidentally get injured.), but she gave me a very detailed description of what happened later. She decided to find the headquarters of the Satan's Angels, the motorcycle club the Bruno and his friend belonged to. She wanted to have a little talk with them about getting them to change their ways. There were lots of stories around town about members of Satan's Angels starting fights and committing acts of petty theft and vandalism. They were not true organized crime figures like some of the more notorious biker gangs. They were mostly into nickel-and-dime stuff like stealing from convenience stores and shaking down small business owners to keep them from breaking their windows. For the most part, their victims considered them a nuisance. It was less expensive to give them a few bucks than it was to pay for new windows. It was better to have them take a few free cases of beer than it was to have them hanging around your store scaring away paying customers. About the most serious thing that the Angels actually did was break open the occasional outdoor Coke machine. They did have one member - I think his name was Luke - who went to prison for "willful destruction of municipal property". He cut the heads off of several parking meters. At any rate, Satin decided that it was high time that a group of grown men should actually grow up and find better things to do with their time. Their hang-out was an empty old warehouse that was owned by the uncle of one of their members. To show them that she only wanted to talk, she didn't even transform into her bigger self before going to see them. When she got to the Angels hangout she was confronted by their leader Bigger Melvin. "Are you the chick that humiliated two of my boys?" Bigger Melvin asked. "Thaaaat's me," she answered in her most disarming voice. "I don't get this at all," Bigger Melvin said, "You look small enough to squash!" "Looks can be deceiving," Satin said as she began to grow. And grow. And grow. To his credit, Bigger did not back up even after he found himself facing a bigger opponent. Instead, he met Satin's amused gaze and asked, "What do you want?" What I want is for you boys to change your evil ways, and I've decided that the best way to make sure you do that is for me to take over your little club. Bigger Melvin's response to was to wind up and hit Satin as hard as he cold in the abdomen. When the full force of his blow didn't even remove the pleasant smile from Satin's face, he knew that he was in trouble. Satin looked at him, still smiling, and said, "I wish you hadn't done that, although I can't say I'm surprised. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way although to tell you the truth, it won't be hard for me. It won't be hard for me at all." To prove that her last statement was true, she gave Bigger Melvin a light tap to the jaw which rendered him instantly unconscious. The rest of Satan's Angels she took out with equal ease. Most of them she put to sleep with no more than hard flicks of her fingers. Bruno's friend from the day before - who turned out to be named Wiley - went to his knees without a fight. A few seconds later when the "fight" was over, she went over and put her foot on the unconscious Bigger Melvin's chest and stated for the two or three Angels that were still awake, "From now on, boys, this is how it's going to be." "Instead of hooligans and ruffians, from now on you're going to act like nice respectable boys. Again I will be taking over your club to ensure that this happens. To reflect this change, from now on you will be known as 'Satin's Angels', and you will start taking the 'Angels' part of your name seriously." "That means that whenever you appear in public in your colors - which will be all the time - you will go out of your way to perform good deeds for others. You will not drink alcoholic beverages nor imbibe any other intoxicating substances. You will protect those weaker than yourselves and will obey all laws and rules of a civilized society." "Oh! And your new jackets will be pink!" The Angel's who were awake to hear Satin's proclamations relayed the news to the others after they came to. One of them turned to Bigger Melvin and asked, "What do we do?" "We do what she says," he replied. Bigger Melvin respected power and recognized its authority. So once their new jackets came in Bigger Melvin himself was seen helping Susie Wilkinson, a little girl who lived in his neighborhood, sell donuts door-to-door to raise money to buy new playground equipment for St. Zeno's School for Extremely Clever Girls. Other members of Satin's Angels were seen helping little old ladies up the steps of their churches and across busy streets. It turns out that most of the former Satan's Angels were much happier after they turned their energy towards doing good. The ones that weren't happier? As Satin put it, "Too bad, so sad!" As for me, I finally got to fulfill the fantasy of my fourteen year old self of belonging to a motorcycle club. Of course, for me riding a motorcycle meant sitting behind Satin and holding on for dear life! But what the hell? That's just the way I wanted it, and with any luck, I'd be doing it for the rest of my life. _____________________________ Send your comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com I also write custom stories on commission.