Chapter 5 (Patreon)

The shield came down from the darkness above the stage. It was a large perspex dome, and as it locked around the circumference of the circular stage, it looked to Jen like the O-Gen was under an upturned bowl.

“The shield is down, and so we will now begin the extraction process.”

With that, Jason moved to the podium containing the control panel and activated the O-Gen. Jen’s hands tightened around her armrests. A hesitant silence filled the auditorium.

A bank of lights on the carapace of the lamp-like device began to glow softly green. Julie motioned to it for the benefit of the audience.

“As the machine extracts gamma rays from the atmosphere, the array you can see here will start to glow brighter and brighter.”

Jen began to feel suddenly quite light headed. She felt something akin to the sensation one feels on the drop of a rollercoaster. Not as strongly perhaps, but there was something of that fluttery sensation in her stomach. She began to feel slightly dizzy. Allie gripped her hand.

“Are you alright?” She whispered. Jen blinked her eyes.

“Allie…I think I can feel…”

Allie stiffened her sinews, ready to summon the Alta energy. Sanctioning a rampaging She-Hulk in a room full of innocent people was worth the reveal of her secret identity.

“I think… Allie, I think She-Hulk isn’t there anymore!”

The glow from the lights was becoming brilliant and intense. Jason frowned and looked up at Julie, who seemed concerned. The O-Gen was sucking in Gamma rays at a far more rapid rate than it should be. He would need to power the machine down before it became overloaded.

Behind him, the car’s engine roared into life, it’s lights coming on. Startled, Jason whipped around. That wasn’t meant to happen either! Once the O-Gen was fully charged, power would have been manually transferred to the car. If the thing was starting up already that meant the O-Gen was going beyond full capacity. He had to shut it down now.

In the audience, Jen was feeling strangely empty. There was a hollow feeling inside her that she couldn’t quite explain, but she knew--she somehow just knew -- that she was now no longer able to become She-Hulk. Impulsively, Jen decided to test this feeling. She screwed her eyes shut, and reached inside for the mental trigger for the change. 

Nothing came.

Her intuition was correct. The She-Hulk was gone and she was cured! She looked at Allie, tears welling in her eyes.

Allie smiled sadly, and stroked Jen’s cheek. She knew that Jen would be feeling an overwhelming confluence of emotions right now. There would be as much grief as relief. The savage cavewoman that resided in Jennifer Walters was a part of her, and now that part of her was abruptly gone. That wasn’t something to be taken lightly, and Allie knew Jen would need help to process these feelings. She saw tears welling in the corner of Jen’s eyes and squeezed her hand.

Beads of sweat began to form on Jason’s brow. He tried to suppress the hot coil of panic he could feel worming it’s way up from his gut. He shot Julie an anxious glance.

The O-Gen wasn’t responding, and the power was still building. Somehow, the device had sucked in a lot more gamma radiation than it had been calculated to do, and the capacitors could not cope with it. 

Julie darted over to the control panel by Jason’s side and hissed into his ear.

“You’ve got to reverse the polarity”

Jason looked up at Julie, mortified. “Reverse the polarity? But that could let radiation leak out into the room!”

Julie was grim-faced. “There’s a chance that won’t happen. If we do nothing, there’s going to be a catastrophic explosion that will kill thousands! We have no choice, Jason.”

Jason swallowed. He knew Julie was right. His fingers darted across the control panel, reversing the gamma-capturing process and-- he hoped-- firing all the stored solar radiation right back into the stratosphere.

Unbeknownst to Doctors Jason and Julie Burke, the source of the unprecedented gamma surge was still nearby, and unfortunately she was still a critical factor in this situation. The gamma energy in Jennifer Walters cells fuelled her incredible transformatons into the savage She-Hulk. Without that energy, Jen was no longer able to transform-- but the mutations that caused the metamorphosis were still present inside her. 

Gamma radiation was being slowly released back into the atmosphere from the O-Gen. As Jason had feared, some residual radiation was starting to seep past the shield and into the auditorium. It was a miniscule amount, and amounted to no more than the kind of background radiation that exists all around us every day. But to one individual in the room, it was starting to have a very dramatic effect.

Jen blinked and shook her head. She was feeling dizzy and fuzzy headed all of a sudden. She could feel a sort of static electricity-like buzz between her ears. She rubbed her neck. Her throat felt tight. Her scalp and fingertips were tingling.

Her eyes widened.

You’ve got to be kidding!

It couldn’t be happening…could it? 

Jen clutched her head, feeling her temples starting to pound.The tingling in her body was getting stronger. She began to shudder involuntarily. She looked over at Allie, and saw that her friend was gazing in alarm at Jen’s lower body. Jen looked down at her legs and jumped a little herself.

Her thighs were bulging! Her muscles were getting bigger-- her bare legs were looking stronger, more powerful. Her clothing was starting to feel tighter under her armpits and around her waist. And on her chest.

Jen felt a sudden release of tension on her upper torso. Two buttons at the top of her blouse had pinged off, widening the neckline and revealing the heaving swells of Jen’s bosom. A bosom that, until a few seconds ago, had  been neither heaving nor swollen. 

Jen looked down at her hands. Although the auditorium was in darkness, she could still see in the pale light that her skin was changing colour. Her fingers were longer, her palms wider and her nails sharper.

I’m changing! It’s definitely happening! I can’t… I can’t let it happen here! I must go…must…

A black haze was settling over Jen’s thoughts like a shroud. She tried to will herself to move-- to get up and run from the auditorium before the transformation became too advanced but she just couldn’t. She groaned, fighting against the dimming of her intelligence and against the primal, savage being she was becoming. 

But of course, it was no use.

Allie watched in horror as Jen underwent the incredible metamorphosis. Her features were starting to change-- her eyebrows becoming thicker and arched, her cheekbones becoming sharper, her jaw a little wider. The changes to her physiognomy were soon obscured by locks of curling black tresses that spooled from Jen’s scalp over her face and down onto her shoulders and back. No-one else had noticed what was happening yet-- most of the audience were looking uneasily at the stage where Jason and Julie were fussing over a rather unhealthily glowing O-Gen. Many were wondering if this was part of the show, or whether or not something was going badly wrong. A nervous murmuring had started, and it was spreading through the hall like a virus.

The sound of groaning, stressed leather drew Allie’s attention and she was momentarily distraught to see that Jen’s growing feet were badly distending her high-heeled shoes. They were Allie’s best dress pair, and although she had herself destroyed them a hundred times whilst transforming into Altawoman, none of these clothes would be regenerated post-She-Hulkout. 

The seat Jen was sitting in creaked as the size and weight of it’s occupant steadily increased. Jen was dimly aware of growing discomfort around her hips and butt as she was becoming too large to fit in her chair. 

The transformation process had reached a stage that was now impossible to conceal from others around Jen and Allie. Jen’s moans as she underwent the change were becoming louder and growlier. Initially restricted to a few muffled grunts of ‘Oh no!” As she had tried to fight the process, Jen was now groaning noisily and throatily. Allie usually found the noises Jen made during transformation to be a turn on-- lots of “UHHHs” and “OOHHHHs” that sounded husky and sexual-- but right now, those noises were filling her with dread.

I’m going to have to blow my own identity here too! Altawoman is the only one who will be able to contain the She-Hulk!

Allie tried to reach within herself to summon the Alta energy, but it was too difficult. The stress of the situation and her anxiety about undergoing the very erotic transformation in front of an actual audience was preventing her from doing it. The unsettled psychic hubbub was also interfering with her ability to connect to the power. She could sense that others around them were starting to take notice of what was going on and become uneasy. A finger tapped Allie on the shoulder. She turned round to see the concerned face of a woman sat behind her.

“Is your friend OK? She looks unwell!”

Before Allie could reply, a sharp ripping sound cut into the air. The back of Jen’s jacket and blouse had split open, revealing part of an increasingly muscular back and a very strained looking bra. The woman behind Allie cried out in surprise, but said no more.

Allie gritted her teeth feeling helplessly mesmerised by what was happening to Jen. The clothing she had leant to the lawyer were now stretched beyond breaking point.  

The shoes noisily split apart and a pair of large bare feet exploded out onto the carpet. Allie couldn’t help but admire Jen’s legs, which were now very long and muscular looking. Teardrop shaped calves and thick quadriceps quivered and tensed up with each spurt of growth. The seams at the side of Jen’s-- of Allie’s-- skirt began to split, revealing bare green flesh from Jen’s flanks right up to her hips. Across her torso, Allie watched the blouse and jacket starting to burst open in places; rips like open mouths forming across the sleeves and at the shoulders. Jen drew her hands away from her skull and bunched them into fists, and the tensing of her arms caused hugely swollen biceps to erupt from her stretched suit jacket like great green melons. Allie’s eyes widened even further as she saw Jen’s chest, revealed as those thick arms were held out and flexed. 

The blouse-- the very expensive silk blouse that Allie had loaned to Jen that morning-- was hanging on for dear life. The two halves of the shirt strained to contain the newly broadened torso and the mountainous, cantaloupe shaped breasts that were ever expanding within. In seconds, those buttons that remained lost their struggle, and a sound like popping popcorn accompanied the sight of a very chizzled torso and very large round breasts ploughing through the white shirt. Jen/She-Hulk threw back her head and growled, thrusting out her chest so that those towering breasts and tight, toned abs were proudly presented. Jen’s bra, its cups already torn and burst by the fulsome swells of those engorged breasts, finally snapped in half and fell away, baring them completely. 

So stupified was Allie by the sight of Jen’s sudden transmutation, she had momentarily forgotten what a Shulk-out in a packed theatre would mean. It meant panic, confusion…and danger.

Now that the bestial She-Hulk personality had asserted itself, and her body had grown into it’s full nearly seven foot height, there was no disguising the being that now sat in the front row. She-Hulk rose up from her squashed looking seat, ribbons of torn cloth dangling from her muscled green body. There was a frightened gasp behind her as her towering figure threw a shadow onto the seats behind. 

She-Hulk roared, making her presence known to the rest of the auditorium. Growling and flexing her very powerful looking arms, the giant green woman span around, her hands claw like and outstretched.

Allie was immediately taken aback at how much more animalistic She-Hulk seemed. There was none of her usual snarling in broken English. There was only rage-- mindless, savage rage. And those eyes! Her pupils and cornea were now fully obscured by an eerie green glow. She-Hulk had clealy absorbed more gamma radiation from the O-Gen, and it was making her stronger-- and more monstrous! Before she could do or say anything, the She-Hulk grabbed her seat and began tearing up the row. The seats were all connected, so a group of about twenty audience members suddenly found themselves being hurled into the air. Swallowing hard, Allie slowly drew herself near to the raging giantess, hoping that her presence alone might be enough to quell this unprecedented outburst of savagery. 

It wasn’t. 

She-Hulk whipped around furiously at Allie, and regarded her in an unwelcoming gaze. Allie threw up her hands, partly out of impulse and partly in a placating gesture.

“Jen…it’s OK! No-one here wants to hurt you!”

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say. The She-Hulk gave a snarl of irritation and swatted Allie out of her path, sending her flying a couple of rows back into the auditorium. 

The huge woman clutched her head in confusion and pain, spools of thick green-black hair oozing through her thick fingers. Something was creating a pressure inside She-Hulk’s head. She groaned and growled noisily. She couldn’t articulate this feeling, but were her mind in a more lucid state she might have been able to describe it as a gnawing hunger that seemed to fill every cell in her body. She cast herself this way and that, growling at anyone around who got too close. What she sought… the remedy to this terrible need seemed to be coming from the stage… from the object that seemed to be casting a welcoming glow in She-Hulk’s dulled mind. Stepping from the flattened and burst shells of Allie’s dress shoes, massive bare green feet stomped their way to the stage.

Jason and Julie had watched in disbelief as the monstrous She-Hulk had risen up from seemingly nowhere to start tearing up the room.

“How the hell did that thing get in here?!” Yelled the scientist. Julie’s face was grim set. She was kicking off her shoes and shrugging off her skirt. Jason blinked at her.

“Julie-- what are you doing?”

“I’m the only one in here strong enough to take her on!” Julie was pulling off her sweater to reveal a two-piece purple unitard. As she unveiled her taut and muscular body, Jason knew instantly what her intentions were and ran to her side.

“No way! You can’t do this, Julie”

“Don’t get in my way, Jason. I’m raising the sheild. I’m gonna go down there and hold her off whilst Allie…y’know,… does her thing. Turns into Altawoman.”

Jason put his hand over the release control.

“You’re stronger than most, but you’re still only peak human! The She-Hulk will crush you as soon as look at you!”

“Do you have any better ideas? If someone doesn’t try and at least slow that monster down, she’s gonna start wrecking the O-Gen! I don’t have to tell you about the deadly contamination that will release.”

Jason looked back over at the She-Hulk, who looked confused and perhaps even in pain. It was only a temporary halt as she then began stomping in the direction of the stage--those glowing green eyes fixed on the O-Gen. Julie was right--the She-Hulk had to be prevented from attacking the device at all costs. However, the best woman for the job was not his wife-- it was Allie West. 

Breathing in deeply, Jason reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a ramshackle looking hand held device, a thing that looked cobbled together from a TV remote, an egg timer and an iPod. Julie’s eyes narrowed as she watched Jason activating it.

“Jason, you didn’t!”

“I brought it here to give to Allie. I thought she was the only one who had any right to use this.”

“Tell me that’s not what it looks like-- a portable Alta-Beam emitter?”

Jason looked up sheepishly at Julie. His attention was drawn again by the heavy sound of She-Hulk’s fists hammering against the thick glass of the containment shield.

“She’ll be through that in seconds. Allie doesn’t have time to make the transference in the “organic” way. We need Altawoman NOW!”

Jason’s fingers jabbed at the controls of the device and it began to emit a low, pulsating hum.

He looked up, searching for Allie and finding himself unable to locate her. People were milling about, rushing towards the exits and hammering against them frantically. It would do no good-- lockdown protocols had been triggered by the malfunction of the O-Gen. The whole park would be being evacuated by now, and the immediate area surrounding the auditorium contained.  If Allie had managed to get out of the room before the protocols were triggered, then odds were that she wouldn’t be needing the Alta Beam and a big, blonde cavalry would come bounding in at any moment. But if she was still in here… well, knowing what Jason did about the nature of Allie’s powers, she would be finding it rather difficult to get herself in the right mood to trigger them. Hopefully the Alta-Beam would help. 

Jason looked over at the She-Hulk. Large green fists continued to pound the plex-glass surface of the shield. Spider-web networks of cracks and fissures were appearing in the areas she was hitting. The shield was holding up remarkably well, considering what Jason had heard anecdotaly about She-Hulk’s strength levels. But it was only a matter of time. 

He looked frantically back into the darkness of the auditorium. Still no sign of Allie, or of the tell-tale glow of Alta-energy that would demonstrate that his gambit was paying off. He had no idea if the range of the beam was wide enough, or even if the beam was strong enough. He was also concerned for his wife-- exposure to the beam could be having the adverse effect of draining her own considerable strength. He looked over at her. She had managed to produce a pair of purple boots from somewhere and was padding around in front of the She-Hulk, psyching herself up for a fight. 

Jason recognised Julie’s outfit as her ‘costume’. They’d had the idea of becoming crimefighters on their own after leaving the military, and Julie had even gone so far as to have the purple costume she was wearing made up, complete with domino mask (which Jason saw that she had mercifully forsaken in this instance). However, after reading up on the legal ramifications of vigilanteism, the couple had decided to leave the superhero business to the professionals.  For whatever reason, Julie had kept the costume.

Jason looked back at the She-Hulk. Still pounding at the shield. That eerie glow in her eyes seemingly getting brighter. And… something else seemed off. Jason narrowed his eyes and then gasped in horror when he realised what was wrong. The shredded skirt wrapped around She-Hulk’s hips suddenly sloughed off. Because she was getting bigger. She was continuing to grow.

A few rows from the front of the stage, Allie groggily got to her feet. She had been stunned by the impact of falling head-first onto a folding seat, but despite a sore head she was otherwise intact, with no broken bones. Rubbing her brow, she looked back over at the She-Hulk and nearly cried out in shock. The ruined jacket was stretching itself out even further across that already densely muscled back. With a loud shrriip, the garment was torn apart. 

She’s getting bigger! Oh my God, she’s STILL growing!

Already nearly seven feet high in her transformed state, Jennifer Walters’ monstrous alter-ego was growing to a size that dwarfed her original dimensions. Scraps of shredded cloth fluttered away from the heaving green-skinned frame, the messy back curls of her tresses swaying across the shifting tectonic plates of her back muscles. An unsettling, bestial growl rumbled from that now cavernous emerald chest as She-Hulk became a literal giantess.

Back on the stage, Jason tried not to be distracted by the bizarre sight of She-Hulk’s very naked green breasts pressing and squeezing against the plexiglass. Her bust--along with the rest of her-- was now truly of behemoth proportions. Each of her mammaries was now the size of a small car, and her aureolas were each roughly the circumference of a hula-hoop. 

She-Hulk’s face was fixed in a trance of--what was it? Rapture? Confusion? She was sure to be very disorientated by the process she was undergoing, though Jason.

But that won’t last!She’ll adjust soon, and then she’s gonna go on the kind of rampage that makes her usual destructive capabilities look like a toddler tantrum! I have to find Allie NOW.

Finally, his eyes alighted upon her, rubbing her head as she emerged from a row a several meters back from the stage.

Perfect! At this range, the beam should be starting to affect her…

Panic began to grip Allie. She couldn’t think straight-- her head was pounding from the fall and she was feeling… strange.  There was a weird, greasy feeling inside her. It was almost in her bones, like an all-over bodily nausia. It was oddly familiar-- she’d felt it before. But where and when? Allie groaned, feeling deeply uncomfortable, a prickly heat sensation crawling across her skin. Something like this had surely happened to her relatively recently... when she had been with…

Realisation hit her. Allie’s eyes darted to Jason on the stage. He was holding something-- some kind of cobbled together device. Their eyes met, and Jason held up the device, almost as if to say--

Alta Beam! That’s some kind of portable Alta Beam emitter he’s got there, it has to be! This is how I felt every time I got hit by that horrible thing!

Allie looked down at herself, but couldn’t see any sign of the changes starting yet. She would feel like crap until the beam unlocked the latent Alta-Energy in her cells-- and then the transformation would begin. It was by far her least favourite method of transitioning. Going from feeling like you had a mild case of the flu to the erotic euphoria of the change was uncomfortable and weird. But under the circumstances, she welcomed what was happening.

Her skin was tingling. The change was coming, she could feel it now. Allie shivered and looked around her. The next problem would be trying to conceal her transforming self in a room full of people! It looked like she would not have to worry too much about being noticed, as absolutely no-one was paying her any attention. Most of the audience were now massed in the far right and left hand corners of the room by the fire escapes, screaming at the sight of the growing green giantess by the stage and hammering at the doors. Why weren’t they opening for them to leave?

There must be some kind of lockdown procedure in place. Which means that nobody leaves. Which means that if I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna have to try and keep as low a profile as possible!

Allie felt a sudden warmth flooding the centre of her torso. Her heart began to beat a little faster. 

It’s working! I can feel Alta-Energy starting to build up inside me!

Allie placed a hand on the top of a seat to support herself as she felt the awesome power grow and become strong inside of her. It was starting.

“Ahhh…oohhh…” she groaned softly, feeling the tendrils of energy creeping through her body, and shivering a little as she felt the power starting to excite her pussy. She could feel her vulva quickly tightening up and starting to throb, the way it always did when she was transforming. There was a feeling of tightness around her chest too, and looking down, Allie knew the reason why. Her breasts had already grown bigger and firmer. The front of her long-sleeved tee had molded themselves around her enlarging breasts, showing the outlines of her erect nipples and straining bra. Allie self consciously crossed her arms over her growing bust, nervous that others here would see. No-one was paying attention, however-- except Jason.

Allie looked over at him, and he cocked his head, quizzically. Allie nodded at him before closing her eyes and moaning again, louder this time. The throbbing from her pulsating pussy was getting stronger, making her knees feel weak. She doubled over, almost laughing at that notion of having weak knees.

Those sure won’t be weak knees for much longer!

Waves of pleasure radiated through her body, and Allie gapsed with excitement as she felt her body tremble. Her whole frame felt like the ground just as an earthquake was starting to hit-- the surface shaking and vibrating as an awesome, raw power worked its way up from underneath. She sank onto all fours, out of view from anyone not immediately behind her. And changed.

“Oh! OhGod…oh…fuck yeah…ohh!

Allie couldn’t help but feel crude. The feelings she was experiencing were a combination of an open-ended orgasm and a huge adrenalin rush. She looked down at her arms and growled sexily as she watched the red cotton of her tee pulling more tightly around them. Her forearms, biceps, triceps and deltoids were getting bigger. She could feel a tension building around her armpits and shoulders, the seams becoming stressed as her back and shoulders grew. Allie could also feel her jeans getting tighter as her hips spread, her glutes swelled and her leg muscles enlarged. Some serious beef was filling up her thighs, and Allie felt her jean-legs stretching uncomfortably tightly around her now bulging, fitness model sized quads. Her toes too were pressing up against the rubber caps of her hi-top sneakers, the soles of her feet pushing against the canvass as they too grew wider. Allie took one hand off the floor and cupped a breast, feeling searing pleasure shoot straight into her pussy as the palm of her hand met swollen, sensitive mammary. She could feel them continuing to expand, and her bra uncomfortably digging into her flesh as the cups became inadequate to contain her enlarging breasts . The contstriction was suddenly alleviated as Allie simultaneously felt the rear clasp of her bra snap apart and the straining cups of her brassiere split and separate. Her boobs had grown from a needing C to an F sized cup in seconds-- and Allie knew they were going to get bigger still!

As Allie’s stretching, widening hand fondled her wondrously inflating tit, an aura of pinkish light began to glow from between her legs. The brightness of that glow was suddenly revealed more fully as the rear of Allie’s jeans burst open. Growing gluteous muscles and widening hips had stressed Allie’s pants too much. The cleft of Allie’s swelling buttocks was revealed, as well as the gusset of a pair of panties hungrily being drawn between her cheeks. Just as that happened, the seams  connecting the red piped sleeves split open at the shoulders and a rent opened in the white cloth across the back. A portion of bare back was revealed, seething and strengthening muscles beneath the smooth skin.

“UHHHH” Groaned Allie huskily, her sexual excitement growing as it always did when she began bursting out of her clothes during a transformation.

Allie’s body grew not just broader and denser, but longer. She had a sense of being lifted away from the floor, but she knew this was because her arms and legs were lengthening and her frame increasing in mass. Her sleeves shrank up her thickening forearms. The bottom of her tee untucked itself and revealed Allie’s soft tummy, just as it smooshed and scrunched itself into a tight six-pack. The legs of her jeans pulled themselves up her ankles and over the bottoms of her calves, which were now much thicker and wider looking. 

“UnnnNGH! UFF!” Allie grunted hoarsely as she felt the muscles in her groin tighten and swell along with her abdomen. As her core became stronger and her hips wider, Allie felt the elasticated waist of her panites digging into her flanks. Despite that her growing ass had split open the seat of her jeans, the garment was now wickedly tight around her inner thighs and waist. Grunting again in slight discomfort, Allie reflected on how much she preferred to be wearing a skirt or a dress when she changed out in public --something she could hitch up to allow her quads room to grow. 

The discomfort was alleviated somewhat as Allies jeans began to split open over the tops of her thighs, knees and shins. Tanned flesh seeped between the gaps of ruptured denim, hinting at a pair of gorgeously strong and shapely legs beneath. Allie’s sneakers also reached the point of no return. The canvas stitching tore away from the rubber sole and the sides of Allie’s feet poured out. The rubber toecaps burst to allow the egress of ten large toes that had already torn their way out of white towelling socks. Shoelaces snapped apart under the force of Allie’s now much larger upper feet and ankles. 

Allie’s arms had bulked up and elongated from slender limbs into powerful piledrivers. The red sleeves had separated from broadening shoulders, revealing sculpted triceps. The sleeves began to split their seams along the sides of Allie’s newly massive arms, revealing fearsomely thick biceps beneath. 

As her body swelled, bulged, thickened and hardened, Allie’s ponytailed hair was also undergoing a transformation. Her locks grew longer, thicker and wavier. Light colourations had appeared at her roots the second the transforming Alta-Energy had begun coursing it’s way through her body. Over the course of the stupendous metamorphosis, the lightness had flushed up and all the way through Allie’s locks, changing the hue of her hair from dark to light brown and finally to a straw-coloured blonde. Her ponytail was slithering down her broad back now as the growth of her hair suddenly accelarated. Then the bind snapped, and Allie’s golden tresses suddenly burst free into a long glorious mane of luxuriant blonde. 

The change was entering it’s final stage. Her face screwed up in tensed, erotic concentration, Allie felt the slight discomfort of her features altering. Despite the throbbing ache in her bones and facial muscles, the changes to her physiognomy were quite subtle. Her jaw became wider and squarer. Her cheekbones became a little higher and sharper. Her nose became slightly longer and more angular. Her eyelids prickled as her lashes grew longer, and her brow twitched as her eyebrows became finer and higher. Finally, as if to signify the transition of one identity to the other, Allie’s horn-rimmed glasses plinked onto the floor, their arms having been pushed off the tops of her ears by the widening of her skull. 

Now almost completely transformed into Altawoman, Allie shuddered and moaned, no longer caring who was looking or listening. 

“UHHN! Oooh yeahh…..YYESS!”

The final, powerful orgasm that bookended her awesome metamorphosis was at hand. Allie/Altawoman clenched her teeth and felt her now very strong and enlarged abdominal, groin and adductor muscles tensing up. Her muscular frame shuddering, the rags of her clothing flopping around her hips and shoulders, Allie felt that climactic orgasm begin… 

“GRROOAAARRR!”

She-Hulk’s monstrous roaring shook the ceiling of the auditorium. A titanic green fist lifted, and there was a colossal smashing sound, shattered the plexiglass dome protecting the stage. Julie’s hyper-normal reflexes kicked in as she saw that gargantuan fist bearing down, and she leapt for Jason, tackling him to the ground and shielding him with her larger frame. Miraculously, none of the chunks of glass hit the pair, though Julie did sustain some cuts and bruises to her back. It was certainly not enough to incapacitate her, and she sprang straight back into action. She shoved Jason into the eaves of the stage and rolled over to the O-Gen. Guessing the fifty-foot-She-Hulk’s next move, she moved herself in front of the bulky device. Julie steeled herself as that great green hand descended upon her, not quite sure what it was she was going to attempt. Tensing her muscular arms in readiness, Julie was astonished to see the giant hand waver and withdraw suddenly. The whole of the fifty-foot She-Hulk’s frame shook as if it had received a blow, and looking around the trunk of that gammazonian green leg, Julie could see that this was exactly what had happened.

Altawoman struck She-Hulk again, but this time her brobdingnagian opponent was ready. She-Hulk reached down and flicked Altawoman to the other side of the auditorium like a flea. Crashing into the wall, and nearly smashing through it, Altawoman quickly recovered herself and took to the air. Angered, she flew like a silver dagger towards She-Hulk’s head. Delivering a massive blow that rang out across the hall, Altawoman whirled in an orbit around that mass of greenish-black curls, ready to continue the attack. 

But She-Hulk was riled now, and posessed not even the shred of restraint that she had once possessed in her usual size. 

Bellowing, the giant creature flailed her arms about, smashing against the walls and ceiling and causing chunks of masonry to fall down towards the crowd below. Deftly, Altawoman swooped down and blasted any hazardous debris away from the people massed at either side of the stage. She-Hulk slashed a mighty arm towards her, which Altawoman barely managed to duck. She gritted her teeth.

I need to buy some time here-- if this fight continues some of these people will surely be killed! 

The golden-haired Amazon drew herself to She-Hulk’s eye level. The green behemoths face was a mask of pure rage-- there was no trace of the smart, beautiful woman she had only minutes ago been. Altawoman looked grimly into the She-Hulk’s eyes.

“How come our dates ALWAYS end up with us fighting?”

The She-Hulk roared, and the noise was almost deafening, but Altawoman was no perturbed. She thrust her considerable chest forward, her great cleavage quivering as she began to glow white with Alta-Energy. A diamond shaped flash filled the air, and She-Hulk was suddenly blinded by it. Stunned, the fifty-foot woman stumbled backwards, and Altawoman took the opportunity to fly around to the small of She-Hulk’s back. 

Straining her prodigiously large arm muscles with all her might, Altawoman lifted.

Jason and Julie watched in amazement as the giant She-Hulk was flipped horizontally and held suspended in the air by a floating Altawoman. Jason could see that his former lover was pushing her strength to the limit, and that she would not be able to hold the She Hulk for very long. The beauteous, blonde-haired heroine called over to them both.

“Get the people out of here! I have to move her outside!”

Realising there was only one way Altawoman could realistically achieve this, Jason and Julie sprang into action. Darting down the stage on the left hand side, Julie barged her way to the front of the scrum of people and heaved at the doors. After some groaning and creaking, the heavy doors gave, and a flood of bodies were able to exit the hall. Leaping up, she bounded over to the right-hand side exit and did the same there.

Seeing that the hall was nearly empty, Jason looked with alarm at the supine form of the She-Hulk. She was recovering from the flash-blindness and was now twice as enraged as before. Thrashing madly, She-Hulk was making life very difficult for the statuesque, but much smaller bodied Altawoman. The force of the giant woman-beast’s flailing was making it difficult to hang on. She would have to act soon!

“Do it now, Altawoman! The audience have all left now!”

At Jason’s signal, Altawoman thrust herself upward with everything that she had. As the giantess She-Hulk was propelled aloft, Jason felt strong arms wrap around his waist-- Julie’s. She hoisted him over her shoulder, fireman’s lift style, and sped towards the exit just as monster and superheroine smashed their way through the ceiling of the auditorium and out into the open air.

High above Franklin Park, Sanjay Patel gave a bored sigh in the Cyberville News Network’s Eye-In-The-Sky traffic-copter. Sitting in a chopper flying over the city and reporting on road congestion every day had sounded like a sweet gig to begin with, but Sanjay was beginning to feel like he’d go mad if he had to talk about another traffic jam. 

Sitting opposite, his sound manager gave him the hand signal that meant there was five minutes until the next bulletin. Nodding, Sanjay looked down absently at his phone, scrolling through Linkedin to see if some other, more rewarding line of work could perhaps be pursued. 

The peaceful monotony of routine was suddenly shattered, along with the dome of the main science expo hall in Franklin park down below.

Whipping his head round at the colossal crashing noise from below, which was distinct even through the roar of the chopper’s arms, Sanjay’s mouth dropped as he saw the shape that emerged from the rubble of the dome.

A woman-- and what a woman! Somewhere between fifty and sixty feet high with bright green skin. A mane of curly black hair, that held a greenish sheen in the sunlight. A chiselled and muscular physique, like that of a fitness model or bodybuilder. A very voluptuous figure-- Sanjay gulped as a pair of very full and rounded breasts jiggled with each movement of the behemoth woman. Most strikingly of all was that the woman was absolutely stark naked.

Sanjay grabbed the camera-man’s arm sitting next to him.

“Are you getting this? Start rolling!”

The cameraman looked like a deer in the headlights of a lorry.

“But she’s… she’s not wearing any… we can’t broadcast nudity like that before nine!”

Sanjay rolled his eyes and tested his mike. He put on his headphones and sure enough, the voice of the editor back at the station was squawking at him that he was going live right now. Licking his lips, he raised his mike a few centimeters from his mouth and broke the most important story of his professional life.

“You join us here over Franklin Park where an incident is taking place. What can only be described as a giant green woman has just burst her way out of the dome of the main exhibition hall of the Cyberville Science Expo, and--”

Sanjay paused briefly, squinting as he saw a much smaller, but gleaming figure suddenly flew from around the mountainous swells of the green woman’s firm posterior. He drew his microphone back to his mouth again. 

“Altawoman. Altawoman is on the scene as we speak and it appears she is having some kind of altercation with the giant green being!”

Altawoman flew in circle s around She-Hulk, hoping to keep her distracted. She-Hulk irritably swatted at her, but the golden Amazon’s hypersensitive reflexes were allowing her to dodge each mighty swipe.

Altawoman knew she was going to have to come up with something better than brute force here. Even with her awesome strength, there was no way she could simply pummel the She-Hulk into submission. 

Even when she’s her usual size, she’s very much a match for me. I’m gonna have to think laterally--- and fast!

The giant green woman was starting to stomp her way out of the park and towards the heart of the city. The thought of the damage and injury she might inflict made Altawoman’s blood run cold. 

She had to somehow quell the She-Hulk’s rage! When they’d fought before Altawoman had achieved this by bombarding her with Alta-pheromones, which caused almost any being to experience strong desire and arousal. 

Doubt filled the blonde-haired heroine’s mind. She would need to hit the She-Hulk with everything she had for this to work. Hovering in mid air, Altawoman took a deep breath, filling her lungs and heaving out her huge bust. Closing her eyes, she held her hands a few inches apart from each other as if she were clutching an invisible football. She concentrated hard, and within seconds a small ball of light formed in the space between her palms, one that very quickly growing larger and brighter.

Altawoman was producing her pheromones at an accelerated rate, and charging them with raw Alta-Energy. She’d never attempted to do this, and the exertion was enormous, but she knew that overwhelming this fifty-foot She-Hulk’s senses was going to require something special.

Sensing that the energy that she was producing was reaching critical mass, Altawoman’s huge frame began to shudder violently. It felt like her teeth were going to vibrate right out of her gums, but she held it for as long as she possibly could before finally channelling and releasing it. 

“GGAAAAAHHH” Altawoman roared with release as a bright beam of pinkish-purple energy spewed from Altawoman’s outstretched arms towards She-Hulk’s broad green back.

Hitting her squarely between the shoulder blades, the gargantuan Gammazon tripped  forward stunned.

Watching her stagger about in disorientation, with crackling forks of Alta-Energy dancing all over her body, Altawoman waited to see if She-Hulk had been affected. 

She bit her lip nervously.

I’ve never released that amount of pheromone before, and certainly never mixed it up with Alta-Energy! It’s bound to have affected whoever’s in the vicinity.

Looking up, Altawoman’s attention was drawn by a helicopter that was whirling around madly a short distance away. Realising with horror what must be going on, Altawoman flew over to the chopper as fast as she could.

Positioning herself underneath the landing gear, the Golden Amazon gripped one hand on the tail section and another on one of the landing rails. With a little effort, the tailspin was halted, and the chopper hung stationary in the sky once again. 

Gently, Altawoman descended towards the ground and, spying an area where there were no onlookers, set the machine down. As she landed, the rotor arms began to whine and slow down.

At least the pilot still has the faculties to shut the aircraft off!, Thought Altawoman grimly. She rose up and opened the side door, to be greeted by a bacchanalian sight. The male pilot, a cameraman and a reporter were all being pleasured noisily by another female member of the crew. A couple of the guys were starting to get it on to.

“Uh--you guys have fun!” Altawoman quickly closed the door and grimmaced. 

“Sorreeeee…!” 

She hadn’t anticipated this. Altawoman cursed herself for not thinking her plan through, and also for bringing Jennifer along with her in the first place. Not that it would have mattered much-- Jen would have already been here of her own accord but… still. This situation was as bizarre and frustrating as it was dangerous. Altawoman ran back towards the wreckage of the exhibition hall, her long legs pumping.

Emerging from the wreckage of the hallway, Julie lowered Jason to the ground as they watched the bizarre and terrifying scene of the giantess She-Hulk stomping through the grounds of the park. Jason shielded his eyes against the sun and searched for Altawoman.

There! She was hovering motionlessly a short distance behind the She-Hulk and looked to be deep in concentration. Frowning, Jason peered harder just as a ball of pinkish-purple energy began to form between Altawoman’s palms.

“Oh…oh dear…”

Jason had an idea what Altawoman might be about to attempt.

“Um, Julie, I think we should get out of here!”

He looked over at his wife and suddenly lost his train of thought. He was just overcome suddenly with how good Julie looked in that brief outfit. It showed off her outrageously sexy body-- her long, toned legs, her tight ass, her firm tummy…her tits.  Jason could feel his loins stirring. He wanted to smooth those thighs and fondle those big, round breasts. He wanted to do it now. 

Julie was experiencing the same sudden flush of arousal and lust. She looked over at Jason’s handsome face, the taut and muscular body she knew lay beneath his shirt and pants, and-- 

Julie’s eyes widened. Her gaze fell upon a protruding bulge that had formed at the crotch of Jason’s chinos. Julie felt her pussy throb at the thought of that bulge being inside her again. A slick of lubrication sluiced her vulva. She needed him now.

Wild with lust, the couple fell into each other arms in an almost frenzied embrace. They sank onto the grass in a flurry of kissing, fondling, groping, unzipping…

It was a scene being repeated all over the park for the radius of half a mile. Men and women, women and women, men and men, dog and dog all began making love to one another.  Stalking through the centre of this surreal orgy, a very large and very horny She-Hulk was suddenly consumed by a new purpose. The primitive mind of the gamma-altered woman-beast was now fixated on only one thing-- to satisfy the throbbing need between her trunk-like legs! Thrusting a hand between her green thighs, She-Hulk growled and groaned, pushing her fingers in and out of herself. 

Briefly relieved, the She-Hulk sank to her knees causing the ground to shake as she landed. Grasping one of her pendulous bare green breasts, she continued to masturbate in the open, her moans and groans audible for miles around. After a short while, the green giantess snarled in frustration. She couldn’t articulate her emotions, but she was finding it difficult to satisfy herself. The manner in which she was doing so was not enough to quell the throbbing need in her most intimate parts. She-Hulk’s emerald-eyed gaze turned towards the exhibition buildings. Hanging from the side of the nearest one was a long flag pole. 

Getting to her feet, She-Hulk stomped over to the pole and plucked it from the building’s wall like a loose branch.  She held it in her hands and, deeming it acceptable for the use to which her fuzzy notions had guided her, lowered the pole towards her swollen green pussylips.

Altawoman found Jason and Julie rutting away frantically on the grounds just outside the fire exit. Julie was on all fours with Jason really giving it to her from behind. His shirt was half way off and his pants were around his ankles, whilst Julie had been stripped almost completely naked save for the pair of purple boots she had been wearing. Her large bare breasts bounced and jiggled madly as Jason thrust into her. 

Altawoman stopped in her tracks and stared. It wasn’t so long ago that a sight like this would have been very welcome to a full-powered, horny Altawoman. She remembered often coming home from work or returning from a mission to find Jason and Julie like this. It was a great way to finish superhero time, or, if she happened to be Allie would instantly trigger her transformation into Alta-form. 

Altawoman closed her eyes. The sound of their moaning and grunting filled her ears along with the smacking, slapping sounds of frantic penetration. Lust and excitement began to grow inside Altawoman, and she shuddered as she felt the overwhelming power of her passion rise from within her. She watched Jason fucking Julie, her hands gently caressing her thick thighs. Without thinking about what she was doing, she hooked her thumbs into the sides and pulled the metallic briefs of her costume half way down her bulging quads. Her blonde-haired quim was exposed, and Altawoman was just about to embark on a little session of self-pleasuring herself before she shook her head and snapped out of it.

Pulling her briefs back up, she strode over to the copulating pair. She aimed her right hand at them and a blaze of Alta-energy forked out from her fingers towards them. Cancelling the effect of her powerful pheromones was a drain on her energy meridians, but under the circumstances, very necessary. 

The pair slowed their intense lovemaking and then de-coupled. Blinking as if emerging from a daze, and looking very flushed and embarrassed, Jason and Julie got to their feet.

“Oh!” Said Julie, self consciously folding an arm over her bosoms and searching around on the ground for her top. Jason too looked sheepish as he zipped himself up and fumbled at his shirt buttons.

“I-I don’t know what came over me…”, he mumbled red-faced. Even as he was saying the words he knew exactly the reason for the spontaneous bout of coitus. Altawoman confirmed his theory for him.

“I’m sorry, guys. I had to blast She-Hulk with a supercharged load of pheromones to make her more… agreeable!”

“And you didn’t stop to consider what effect this might have on everyone in the vicinity?” Julie irritably zipped up her top and began searching for wherever it was Jason had torn off and tossed her panties. 

It was Altawoman’s turn to look sheepish. “I know, I know! There wasn’t time to consider the implications.” 

The golden Amazon pointed a thickly muscled arm in the direction of the stationary, self-pleasuring She-Hulk. “The main thing is that we’ve bought ourselves some time by stopping the She-Hulk’s rampage. It’ll only last until she brings herself off, though! We need to come up with a way to get her back down to size and restore her to human form.”

Jason looked grimly in the direction of the Exhibition Hall. 

“There’s just one chance.”

CONTINUED TOMORROW!

Altawoman appears with kind permission of Leee