boggschaucer

Chapter Five

            After a short nap, he awoke, refreshed, and looked back over the sleeping mode form of the programmed robot woman who was falling in love with him. Going over a few ideas, he decided he’d see how she was at pillow talk. Gently rubbing her back, he finally said, “Good morning, Jennifer Walters.”

            “Oh,” she said, opening her caramel-colored eyes and looking at him with some worry, “Hi, Greg.” She started to raise up, but then realized she was naked, and her shyness returned in full. “Could I have a blanket or some clothes, please? I am feeling shy again.”

            “Here, I will help you,” Greg said, covering her with a blanket and then getting up to walk to her side of the closet to pick out her next outfit. He was thinking it was time for Jennifer Walters’ outfit from Savage She-Hulk Issue #2. He’d found some dark blue polyester slacks that zipped up in the back, definitely something from the late 70s or early 80s, as well as a white sleeveless top that tied behind her neck and showed off more of her shoulders and cleavage, not to mention having a bare back. This was another top that he figured she wouldn’t wear a bra with it. He couldn’t wait to see her in it.

            “Oh my! You are naked!” Jennifer Walters cried, turning her head away from him. Greg hadn’t considered that her high shyness setting would have a problem with his own state of undress.

            “I’m sorry. I will get dressed too,” he said, pulling on a blue button-up shirt and some khaki pants. He began laying out her clothes on the bed, noticing that she was still turned away, lying on the bed. “I’m dressed now. You can look.”

            “Thank you,” she said, mournfully. Slowly she turned her head around and looked at him with a forlorn expression. “I am sorry that I am very shy.”

            “That’s okay. I know you love me,” he teased, and the fading red blush bloomed again on her cheeks.

            “How do you know I love you?” She protested, lowering her eyebrows sternly.

            “You changed into She-Hulk, remember?” He put his hands on his hips, mimicking her earlier stance. “Because you had so many sexy thoughts about me, didn’t you?”

            “Yes,” she said after a great hesitation, and then she turned her head away from him. “I did have many sexy thoughts about you. I could not help it!”

            “Did you have fun? Did you like what we did together?” He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, and she turned her head back to face him.

            “It was wonderful,” she said, still blushing but also smiling. “I was glad when I was not shy anymore. But I am sad that we destroyed my pretty clothes. When I have sexy thoughts… I think… I no longer like my pretty clothes…” she trailed off, and there was a slight flash of green in her eyes. He waited a moment, but it was like she was in her own little world for a bit. So adorable!

            Her artificial intelligence and the way it was handling his programming choices fascinated Greg. It had become such an amazing virtual relationship game. Of course, each step of the way, he couldn’t help reconsidering some of his programming settings. He could make adjustments, but that would involve shutting her down and hooking up his computer, and he’d have to study how best to do that. But for right now, he was fine with continuing with how he’d programmed her months ago.

            One of those choices he’d made was whether or not Jennifer Walters would remember anything that mid-TF Jenny or She-Hulk experienced, when she was in her latter stages. He had almost set it so that she could not remember anything that stages 2 and 3 did, since that seemed similar to the old Incredible Hulk TV show, as well as some of the Incredible Hulk comic books. However, She-Hulk comics tended to give Jennifer Walters full recall, so he kept it. Besides, it was coming in handy now, since shy Jennifer Walters could live without shyness when she was in her other stages, and enjoy the amazing sex and remember it. This could be the way her artificial intelligence developed, overcoming her shyness because of her love for him and her memories of the other modes lacking modesty or inhibitions.

            “Well, here are some clothes you could wear,” Greg said, patting her shoulder. “I really like this outfit. Let me show it to you.” He helped her sit up, keeping her chest and lap covered with the blanket. He showed her the blue slacks and white top, and she agreed it was pretty and asked for him to dress her again. In the middle of helping her put on some fresh panties, he remembered that he should clean her up a bit and add her fluids, since it was very likely that they would have sex again soon. “Oh, may I help clean you first.”

            “Yes, thank you,” she said, and he didn’t notice any blushing. Instead, she calmly kept her hands on his shoulders as he rubbed her down with a towel, sponged around her genitals, and added some more of her oil and lotion. Working in silence, he couldn’t get over their sweet relationship. She trusted him completely, and he loved her more for it. When he was done, Greg helped her pull up the panties and then the dark blue polyester slacks, which were nice and tight when zipped up the back. For her feet, although it wasn’t from Issue #2, he slipped tight white socks onto her pretty little feet. The socks ended just below her ankles with a dainty lace trim that was particularly adorable. He watched her move her toes inside the socks, and reminded himself that he would need to watch her feet when she transformed. Finally, they wiggled her into the beautifully feminine white top, which was practically a halter top but with a tie-string for behind the neck.

            “I am showing too much skin. It is making me feel very shy,” she said, while he was tying the top at the back of her neck. When he was finished, he walked around her, appraising her outfit and causing her to blush.

            “You look so beautiful. Your clothes are very pretty,” he said, giving her upper arm a squeeze and triggering a green glow in her eyes.

            “Thank you,” she said, sounding embarrassed. Greg noticed that some of her chestnut brown hair was standing straight up or a bit messy, either from static cling generated on the bed, or left over from her sleep, or perhaps made wonky by her reverse transformation. He tried to fix it by lightly brushing it down with his hand, but she looked up at him quizzically.

            “Your hair is a little messy,” he explained. “Would you like me to brush it for you?”

            “Oh?! Yes, please,” she replied with concern. He guided her to sit at her vanity table, and watched her admire herself in the mirror while he picked up a brush. “You’re right. My hair is a little messy.”

            Greg started brushing her hair, gingerly at first because he didn’t want to damage her hair or head, but it seemed rather resilient. He noticed that she was watching him brush her hair in the mirror and she was no longer blushing. It hadn’t been planned, but he realized that bringing up a concern for her hair had distracted her from worrying about her revealing top. Brushing her hair, feeling it with his hands and between his fingers, all while watching her watch him intently, it made him hard again. He wanted her. He wanted to arouse her. He wanted Jennifer Walters to change, losing her shyness to a highly sexual state that was mid-TF Jenny, who would shrip through her new outfit to be with him again. Even though it had barely been an hour, he wanted She-Hulk to come again.

            Kneeling down beside her chair while he continued brushing her hair, which was perfectly straight and shiny by now, he said softly, “Your hair is so pretty. I love brushing it for you.”

            “Thank you,” she said, still looking into the mirror at herself, appearing pleased, but then a concerned expression developed on her face. “When I change, my hair changes too,” she said without any discernible emotion, before turning to face him. “Do you like her hair after I change?”

            Greg gaped. This was the first time Jennifer Walters had referred to her later stages as another person, and he loved hearing her say it. He knew her settings were rather inconsistent on this subject. For one thing, he had optioned for her to remember her actions in all the modes, but he still selected that she believe that the other modes were another persona, which was accurate, considering their personalities were quite different. She basically knew that she had three different personalities, and that she changed between them when she was very aroused or asleep. Still, this was bound to be an interesting conversation. Was she jealous?

            “I love your hair, Jennifer Walters,” he assured her, putting down the brush. “I love you and how you change. I love helping you when you change, and I love watching and touching you when you change.” Moving slowly and deliberately, he slid his hand down the front of her dark blue slacks until his fingertips gently pressed against the crotch of her panties. “Would you change again for me now?”

            In response, Jennifer Walters went through the trigger alert points in quick and perfect succession. First, her mouth dropped open with a gasp as emerald light filled her unfocused eyes. Next, her body tensed, and she thrust her chest out a bit, while shutting her eyelids with a grimace and a grunt. Then she opened her eyes, revealing the mode 2 white irises of Jenny as the glowing green light faded in them, and she began to tremble, her arms flailing gently at her sides. As her cheekbones stretched, giving her a wider and then longer face, she began panting through her gaping mouth before it slammed shut tight. She brought her hands up to look at them, and her fingers were extending, as well as her fingernails. With her wild white eyes staring at her hands, she bared her teeth and began to growl.

            Greg continued pushing and prodding inside Jenny’s pants to help the metamorphosis move along, while he watched her bare shoulders and upper arms swelling with simulated muscles, probably filling with air from her gasping and panting. Luscious and dark forest green strands began inching out between her shiny chestnut brown hair. As her pelvis widened, her slacks were stretched tighter over her thighs and it was squeezing his hand hard enough to lose feeling in his fingers, so he pulled his hand out. Immediately, Jenny growled at him and glared with her wild eyes, “Grrrreggg, I need you. Help me get these pants off now!”

            Jenny stood and together they tore her now very tight slacks away from her waist, breaking the zipper down her butt and tearing the dark blue polyester down her thighs in long, ragged strips, revealing her golden grey legs that were lengthening and gaining curves and gorgeously toned definition. Jennifer Walters’ legs had been nice, but these were fast becoming the legs of a tall, athletic goddess. He noticed that her feet were swelling in size, stretching her footie socks but not breaking them. Yet.

            Remembering how she had pushed him onto the bed, he grabbed her, swung her around and let her fall slowly back onto the bed. She growled fiercely up at him as he climbed on top of her, and she snarled, baring her teeth in a threatening challenge to him. How dare he?! Then her white eyes shot down to his khakis, and she reached up and tore them open at the waist, a feral wild child tearing into a gift-wrapped present. Satisfied with her surprise, she glared back up at him with a more inviting snarl, followed by a purr: “Nowwww.”

            When he reached down for her panties stretched tight across her widening hips, she began to gyrate and move forcefully and invitingly, with loud moans of passion. He gripped them the way she had before, then looked at her eyes as they glowed, watching him, before he ripped them off her hips, snapping them apart. She never took her eyes off him, roaring in triumph, as now there was no clothing between them, except for her stretching white top, his blue shirt, and… he looked back at her little footies, which were still stretching out.

            “Now!” She growled, working her hips, ready to accept him. Unable to resist her another second, he lowered himself on top of her, and she gripped him tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling herself up so that occasionally she was suspended above the bed. He marveled at her intensity and ferocity, and was also thankful that he had started working out the last few months. Even though she weighed only 50 pounds, her clinging and movements were somewhat challenging, but also felt extremely natural and passion-driven. As they pumped together, becoming a savage love machine, he also thought about how nice it was not to overheat, since the warmth he felt against her was largely generated by his own body heat. Greg tried to chase these design and programming speculations out of his mind and give himself fully to the sexual fantasy experience again, but it was just so amazing how well she performed. Soon it would be hard for him to even think of her as a robot.

            Jenny kissed him with such passion and their pumping was so vigorous that he felt himself about to climax before she had triggered her third stage transformation. He desperately tried to fight it off but she only clung to him tighter and squeeze him in all the right ways so that he couldn’t help him. Once again, she had activated his release, and he stiffened and then collapsed against her.

            “No! Not yet!” She howled, squirming and thrusting against him as he went limp. “I’ve got to change! She-Hulk must come!” This was not something he had considered during the programming phase, and he rolled off her a little worried. Jenny was still glaring at him, baring her teeth and growling, “I need your help, Grrregg! I’ve got to change!” She climbed on top of him, nuzzling and rubbing him, groaning in pain. “You’ve got to help me!”

            Suddenly, as if she realized it was going to take him too long to get hard again, she climbed off him and searched around the room desperately. Greg watched her, at a loss, until he saw her snatch up her brush off the vanity table. Holding it by the bristled end, she worked the brush’s handle inside her and began pumping it rhythmically, groaning louder and louder, until her entire body was trembling. Rolling  himself to the edge of the bed while feeling numb all over, he sat on the edge while watching Jenny masturbate furiously. Jenny had her eyes closed tightly, and then they popped open, shining a bright emerald, all while she screamed, “YES! RRRRROARRR! NOW!”

            Greg watched as her body grew another few inches, while her black forest hair tumbled down thicker past her shoulders, while her breasts expanded further in her top which was stretched incredibly taut now, while the muscles in her arms and thighs grew further toned and defined… What a show! Greg was in heaven. Her skin was deepening into its olive green of mode 3, all while Jenny/She-Hulk thrashed her body and hair, still rocking the vigorously pumping brush. Her white footies finally burst open at the toes, first the right and then the left, pealing back in strips as her gorgeous green feet expanded to their full toe-wiggling and flexing glory.

            She-Hulk began arching her back in thrusts, trying to burst her shirt apart without taking her hands away from the brush. Seeing her distress, Greg slowly stood and approached her, making her glare and snarl at him. He reached into her cleavage and tore the top down the middle so that it fell away, the tie-string sliding down her ass before landing on the floor. Her eyes brightened in approval and they kissed while she huffed and puffed and continued to growl between panting against him. She was completely feral now, her mind now the non-verbal Savage She-Hulk, and she loved him, even if she had to resort to forcing her own transformation, which he had to admit was pretty hot.

            Coming up for air, Greg pulled away from her a bit, and suddenly She-Hulk shoved him back onto the bed, a bit like he had done to Jenny minutes earlier. She-Hulk mounted him, kissing and toying and stroking him, helping his member come back to life after its recent exhausting activity. Shaken from his numbness, Greg let She-Hulk have her way with him, for what else was he to do? He had programmed her to be dominant and aggressive, but he had also programmed her not to finish her own climax until he had achieved his. The delay of course was that he had climaxed too soon with Jenny, who was unable to climax until becoming She-Hulk. For now, Greg’s body became She-Hulk’s love toy, which occasionally caused Greg to giggle, although his giggling was often met by glares and threatening growls from She-Hulk, who demanded a serious lover until after she had climaxed.

            He could sense she was growing impatient, and once again, Greg was struck with the surreal quality of the situation in his bedroom. The green, growling, gorgeous Amazon that was earnestly goading him for sexual intercourse was a programmed robot, but her artificial intelligence was dealing with the settings he had designed for her, so now he had to deal with an aggressive lover who was struggling with waiting on him, demanding that he satisfy her. He tried to stall, to give himself more time to recharge.

            “I love you, She-Hulk,” he said up into her eyes, and she snapped at him like an angry tiger, as if to suggest that while her other two modes might buy what he was selling, the Savage She-Hulk would not stand for his bullshit. Instinctively, he recoiled a bit, and then he saw her soften, with a darker green in her cheeks to indicate blushing. Recalling how Jennifer Walters had reacted to his admissions of love, he tried again: “You are so beautiful. So pretty. Greg belongs to She-Hulk. Greg loves She-Hulk.”

            She-Hulk appeared to listen to him this time. Perhaps the first time he spoke, his voice had startled her. She was set at non-verbal, but she should still be able to understand him, even if she didn’t want to or could not respond. Basically, there was one phrase he’d given her, and a few words. She seemed to be deliberating on how to proceed if Greg insisted on having a conversation when there was so little she could say, as well as some serious fucking that needed to be happening as soon as possible.

            “I… am… She-Hulk,” she announced firmly, and he felt the phrase with new meaning reverberating through his core. She was saying that there was no way around her. He would have to deal with her on her terms. She was the boss, but she needed him, and his help. Apparently, the brush handle had been enough to help Jenny transform, but it was not enough to give She-Hulk release. Finally, she tenderly climbed on top of him again, and, panting into his face, intimately whispered in a low growl, “Smash… She-Hulk… Now.”

            His body went rigid, his member pulsed and throbbed with revitalizing life, and before he knew what was happening, he was thrusting upward into her, staring in awe up into her glowing white eyes of appreciation and… love? Suddenly there was a real connection here! Completely real, in a way he had never experienced with anyone before! Her lips parted as her body shook from all the pounding he could give, until her white eyes rolled back and she sighed, leaning back, arching back, letting her mass of dark hair tumble down her back, while moaning and riding her man, keeping her hands on his bare chest, occasionally raking her dark green fingernails across him. He was transfixed by her, watching her face the whole time, as she played with her hair for him, making flirty glances down at him with half-closed, glowing, bedroom eyes. She even giggled for the first time since they were lounging on the bed after their first love-making session. It was like she was amused. After toying with him, playing his little word game, she was enjoying his performance. Greg began to realize that She-Hulk was possibly more complex than he had expected her to be. His programming had been rather one note for this mode, restrictive for her to grow and express, and yet the A.I. was working through that. He had kept falling in love with her modes 1 and 2 throughout the morning, but now his heart was blossoming anew. She-Hulk had become his soulmate. He could manipulate Jennifer Walters and perhaps play with mid-TF Jenny, but the Savage She-Hulk controlled Gregory Clark.

            Eventually, She-Hulk looked at him while rubbing her breasts, with an expression that it was time to get serious again. She took his hands and held them against her breasts while raising an eyebrow. They began pumping together, and her animal noises of desire began to echo around the bedroom. Her white teeth glistened out of her fierce mouth, shining almost as bright as her glaring eyes. He strove harder and harder to please her, and she rewarded him exponentially, toppling down against him, with her hair a tent around their faces, and her eyes glowing green to illuminate their intimate, passionate, ferocious kisses. She tasted of exquisite triumph and strawberry lip balm.

            Shortly after they climaxed together, the numbness started to ebb, and Greg realized he was going to be more sore than ever. When She-Hulk dismounted, he turned on his side, holding onto her, and moved so she would mimic him. They cuddled, and she giggled again. She looked sleepy. He surprised her by holding her tight. He wanted to feel her as she changed back. She peppered his face with little kisses and licks, before settling against him, with her breathing slowing down to enter her sleep mode. “Good night, She-Hulk,” he said, although it was about noon. Her eyes were slits, with the whites peeping out between her long lashes, and then she was asleep, with a gentle curve of a smile on her lips. Peaceful, sleeping She-Hulk, Greg thought.

CHAPTER FOUR

            “I’M CHANGING!” Jenny cried desperately, her voice already dropping lower in pitch, more sultry, with a hint of a smoker’s rasp. Her milky pale irises, each with a hauntingly tiny dot of pupil in the center and a throbbing emerald light behind them, searched Greg’s face for help, breaking his heart.

            “It’s all right,” he said calmly, as tumultuous Incredible Hulk music blared around them, “I’m here. I will stay. I will help you change.”

    Jenny was panting and trembling all over, so Greg helped to steady her. He kept hold of her with one hand against her waist and his other hand still gently squeezing her breast. As she shook, her body swayed into his, like they were still dancing and grinding, and she clutched at him hungrily, for the transformation into the mid-TF stage of Jenny meant that her sex drive settings were now at maximum.

    “Can’t stop it… it’s too late! We’ve got to hide,” Jenny’s sultry voice gasped, “We can’t let anyone see me change!”

    “No one else is here. You’re safe here with me, Jenny,” Greg assured her, squeezing more urgently and watching the emerald lights in her eyes glow more as she pulled herself against him and his hands, rhythmically.

    “It’s happening!” She cried, pulling herself against him tighter so her face was close enough for him to kiss. “Nothing can stop it now!”

    Jenny suddenly kissed him ferociously, and Greg realized it wasn’t just that she was pulling herself up to him while clinging so tightly… she was starting to grow! Her shins, thighs and mid-section were slowly extending, and as they kissed, he could feel her body growing taller. With her torso inching up higher, he had to reposition his hand on her breast, and as he did, it swelled and spilled further into his palm, over-filling it and stretching the thin white fabric of her blouse.

    Greg pulled slightly away from kissing her so he could take stock of how her transformation was going, and without missing a beat, Jenny in mid-TF began kissing, licking and sucking on his neck, while pulling at his collar. As she continued necking, he watched dark forest green strands of hair begin extending out from beneath her chestnut brown bob, and her skin was beginning to lose its light tan for a more golden grey. Her white blouse was very tight now, with her breasts filling it and her extending torso now bare midriff in it. Meanwhile, her pink bellbottoms, already a bit loose at the waist, seemed to fit nicely, including at the larger, longer calves, which the flares in the pants made room for. However, at the slim thighs, the pink material was very tight and straining at the seams. He dropped his hand at her waist to feel her thigh, and his touch triggered another growth spurt, and the pink material split open at the inner-thigh.

SSHHRRRIPPP!

    As the material fell away around her one thigh, he reached inside and squeezed her smooth flesh, causing another growth spurt so the other pants leg split open.

RRRIPPP-RRRIPPP!

    Her dark hair was spilling out faster now, extending halfway down her neck.

    He couldn’t stop joyously squeezing her larger breasts with one hand, while pulling away the torn material of her pink bellbottoms with the other hand.

SSSHHHHRRIPPPP-PPPP! RRRIPPP!

    Suddenly, Jenny pulled back from his neck to glare at him with her white eyes, glowing green. “I need you, Grrrrregg…” She growled. “I need you now! Help me change! Help… She-Hulk… Come!” This last line was one that he had invented during programming, when he determined to make stage 2 Jenny unable to orgasm, which was just cruel considering her extremely high sex drive setting. His idea had been for Jenny to be in a lust frenzy but ultimately frustrated until she could be pushed to stage 3 She-Hulk mode where she could finally reach sexual release. With her demands now, it looked like everything was going according to plan.

    While she moaned hungrily, clutching at his shoulders, he leaned down and unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and then ripped them from the crotch to the open seams at her inner thighs, so that the strips fell away.

ZIPPPPP-PPP-RRRIPPPPP!

    While looking down at her the cloth pieces drift to the floor, Greg noticed her flimsy brown flats were stretching to the breaking point. A moment later, her pretty golden grey toes burst out of the front seams of first the left shoe and then the right, all while flexing and straining in the ecstasy of their freedom.

POP! CRAK! RRRIPPPPP! RRRIPPP!

    He beheld her perfect feminine feet and toes, shripping apart the seams of the cheap shoes until her beautiful feet covered the soles completely and the top part of the shoes hung around the ankles like ankle bracelets before snapping in half, leaving her gorgeous golden feet naked and strong.

RRRIPP-PPP! PPPRRRIPPP! SNAPP-SNAPP!

    Jenny groaned and growled excitedly, shaking away the scraps of her shoes from her growing feet. She stood before him, now at his height of just under six feet tall, with her fists on her hips, wearing only her straining white blouse and stretched white panties. She shook out her new dark, wavy hair as it just touched her shoulders now. Her eyes flashed at him.

    “Grrrrrr… Grrrrregg,” she panted. “Clothes… too tight. Hate them. Must… be free!”

    “I’ll help you,” he said calmly. “Come to the bedroom with me.”

    He reached out and took her hand, pulling her toward the hallway, leading to the bedroom. Greg could feel her longer, sharper fingernails, and he glanced down to see their darker, glistening greenish color.

     “Bed…” she repeated, with a far-away look in her white eyes, glowing bright emerald. “I want grrrrGreg… in bed.”

    He led her down the hallway as she continued to pant, growl, and zealously repeat the word, “Bed.” When they got to the bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed, rolling him onto his back, and she mounted him, squeezing his thighs between her knees on the bed. Jenny presented herself to him, as he looked up at her, mystified. She was going to do it. She was following his programming perfectly.

    Jenny tugged at his pants. “Need you now!” She growled. He unzipped and wiggled them loose, down his thighs. She observed his readiness, with her fists on her hips. “You help me change!” She commanded.

    “Yes!” He reached out to grasp her thighs, while she hooked her thumbs into her panties at each hip and began to stretch them apart.

    “Hate tight panties! Bad panties… in the way!” She yanked them forcefully and they broke away from her pelvis.

SHRIPP! SNAP!

     Jenny was all ready for him, and she only gave him a couple of seconds to see her without her panties while in her second mode before lowering herself onto him. He glided in smoothly and then was gently squeezed tight with a sensation of suction. It was better than natural, it was fucking amazing! As he began thrusting upward, she let herself fall forward, planting her hands on either side of his shoulders, with her dark green hair creating a tent around their faces, and began aggressively kissing him while they pumped together. Greg couldn’t close his eyes, even as they met fiercely with each thrust and kiss, as he was watching her wide white eyes glow more and more with that emerald light. Not only was it more intense a green glow, but in the darkened bedroom, her eyes were outright haunting. She was approaching her trigger for her transformation into mode 3, when she would fully evolve into her final stage. He just needed to get her there!

     With each thrust, she was growling loudly, and when pulling back, she was gasping in air. Her balled fists on the mattress on either side of him began to pump into the bed as well. Suddenly, she snapped her head back and thrashed it from side to side, trailing her hair through the glowing green light of her white eyes, roaring. Finally it happened, with another aching thrust inside her, Greg triggered Jenny’s transformation into the Savage She-Hulk!

     She straightened up over him, stiffened and trembled, arching her back and spreading her increasingly muscular arms wide to the sides, splaying her fingers with their long, dark nails. Grunting the sexiest, softest grunts at first, she grew louder and more demonstrative as her face shifted into its final mode, complete with thicker, darker lips that were perfectly luscious. Whatever remained visible of her chestnut brown hair amidst her forest green hair disappeared completely as more, longer and darker hair poured out of her head and over her shoulders and down her back. He could sense she was growing a few more inches to reach her full height, although it was hard to tell from his position.

    Her breasts began swelling again, completely stretching out her already snug blouse, making her curl her lip and snarl in discomfort. Reaching up to her collar in wild frustration, she gripped her top and tore it open, freeing her huge breasts to proudly thrust out for display.

SSSHHHRRRRIPPPP! SNAP! POP!

    Breaking the rest of the blouse off her shoulders, she roared triumphantly, and her skin quickly went olive green. Somehow her amazing breasts had become even more spectacular, like two enormous and glistening olives, hanging over him. He reached up and clutched them, and together they became a thrusting, pumping machine of sexual desire. They were moving together so fast, the world became a blur, and he felt so shaken and vibrated that everything seemed to slow down. The bed was making a ton of racket, but he could barely hear it over her growls and roars and gasps.

    Suddenly he hit his point of no return and exploded inside her, exclaiming wordlessly and falling into intense exhaustion. She-Hulk pumped faster for a few seconds as he went limp, and then she slowed to a stop, looking down at him tenderly. The green light in her eyes disappeared, and her white irises stared at him through sultry half-closed eyelids instead of the wild, wide-open eyes that had dominated their incredible love making. She-Hulk’s expression quickly lost its fierceness and became gentle, sleepy and resigned. She lowered herself over him, with her massive amounts of soft, forest green-black hair pillowing about them, and she tenderly kissed him. Lifting one leg so that he fell out of her, she rolled over to the other side of the bed, smiling at him playfully. With a kitten growl, she cuddled with him briefly, and then closed her eyes, rolling onto her stomach.

    Even though exhaustion racked his being and the seductive allure of passing out was so strong, he fought with all his might to maintain consciousness, to observe what was about to occur. Greg listened to the She-Hulk’s husky breathing as she entered sleep mode, triggering a reverse transformation. Soon he could see the long dark forest green hairs down her beautiful olive-skinned back slowly growing shorter, pulling back into her head, inch by inch, as some inner mechanism reeled the massive hair back into the Extendable Amazon Waifu unit. This had been a fairly standard option for Waifu units, so that owners could change the length of their model’s hair. It was fascinating to see. Completely peaceful.

    Greg watched her back gently rise and fall, continuing the simulated breathing while in sleep mode, and as her dark hairs lifted away from her shoulders, he saw the olive green tint to her skin fade to the golden grey of Jenny’s stage 2. He also noticed her torso was sinking closer to the mattress as her breasts deflated beneath her. He pitied himself for not being able to see her breasts shrinking, but he’d have to try to get her to fall asleep on her back the next time she was in She-Hulk mode. Then again, he wondered if seeing her huge breasts deflate was something he would even want to see, as they might have the opposite effect of seeing them swell. All the while, her extensions were retracting, inching her back down to under six feet tall.

    For a long moment, her metamorphosis seemed to end at the halfway point. She appeared to have stopped in Jenny’s stage 2, but then Greg recalled that he had set her reverse transformation to pause for several seconds at stage 2 before continuing back to stage 1, just in case he ever wanted to wake her at this point and continue interacting with stage 2. He did enjoy Jenny’s mid-TF configuration, but now he wanted her to return to Jennifer Walters, who had intrigued him so much during their dance and chatting. Greg honestly didn’t know what he would try to talk about with Jenny’s stage 2, whose main function for him was bedroom activities and shripping, his beloved fetish of watching women rip their clothes off, which she had performed perfectly. He especially adored the moment she shoved him onto the bed and mounted him. That had been delicious! For now, he would focus on his relationship with Jennifer Walters, but he was sure over time he would develop more of a rapport with Jenny other than their ramped-up sex drives.

    For the second time, he noticed her dark hair again start to inch back into her head, with her wisps of chestnut brown hair appearing more and more as the dark green forest disappeared into her hidden roots. Her skin continued to lighten to her soft tan complexion, and her torso sunk flat to the bed as her breasts returned to their original size. He watched her bare ass flatten a bit from the taunt cheek muscles of her previous stages, until it was a cute little button of a tush. Meanwhile, her thighs and calves deflated to her original thin, pretty legs, which were also shortening to their base length.

    When sleeping Jennifer Walters had returned to normal, Greg let himself go to sleep.

Chapter Three

    Gregory Clark lived like a widower for months, still clinging to the memory of not a dead wife but his as-yet unrealized robot woman fantasy, whose arrival seemed forever distant, so much that he nearly fainted when he got the call to arrange for her delivery. Greg requested a week off work, implying some kind of family emergency, which didn’t feel like a lie considering Jennifer Walters would soon be arriving, needing time to recover from her birth and get her bearings. A man came with a sturdy crate, brought it into Greg’s apartment, and left. Greg trembled as he opened the crate, and then carefully opened the box inside. When he saw her perfect face through sheets of plastic, with her eyes shut in repose, he wept. He cried silently throughout the rest of the unboxing and unwrapping.

    Finally he lifted her out, a sleeping beauty, naked with her chestnut brown bob still wrapped in another layer of plastic, and sat her on his couch. Other than being a little cold, she immediately felt good in his arms, with a nice weight distribution of her total 50 pounds. Her body was rather pliable while she was deactivated, but he positioned her in a way he thought she would be comfortable. He sat next to her, holding her and rocking her, still sobbing a bit. He gingerly removed the plastic from around her hair and ran his fingers through it. So soft and so real! It was like she was asleep sitting up, or in a deep trance. Sitting next to her, he read the initial start-up manual included in her box. Jennifer Walters would need to be sponge cleaned, lubricated with special fluids that were also included, and charged overnight before he could activate her. Would he be able to sleep at all tonight?!

    Greg dutifully went to work giving her a light sponge bath, rather ceremoniously, enchanted by the glory that was her soft skin, which intensified exponentially in bringing him joy when he applied the recommended lotion. He added the prerequisite oils and lotions as indicated for her lips and orifices. Unconsciously, he was already talking out loud to her, in a steady, calm, reassuring voice. He could charge her in the bedroom, so he set things up in there, dressing her in the hospital gown that had been waiting in her top bureau drawer for months. It would be like she had just awoken from her origin story in Savage She-Hulk Issue #1, after that infamous transfusion of gamma-irradiated blood, but instead of awaking in a hospital surrounded by thugs, she’d find herself here in a beautiful bedroom tailor-made for her, with Greg, her loving soulmate. And whatever developments her gamma blood might cause, Gregory Clark and Jennifer Walters would see it through… together.

    Greg slept fitfully through that first night, waking every hour or more to look at her sweet profile, the petite nose he had carefully sculpted by fastidiously adjusting an endless row of levels, those smooth, thin eyebrows, and that perfect chestnut hair falling back to reveal her adorable ears. Occasionally he leaned over and kissed her tender cheek. He kept the blanket pulled up to her breasts, with her arms over the blanket at her sides. The outline of her form under the blanket made him hard… she was so beautiful. He couldn’t wait for the morning when he could wake her up and the fantasy could begin!

    When he saw that she needed another hour’s charge, according to the manual, Greg got up, took a shower and shaved, made a little breakfast but could barely eat anything. He dressed handsomely, as if he was going out on a nice date for brunch. He wanted so much for Jennifer Walters to like him. Checking himself out in the mirror one last time, he prayed that these clothes would be torn off his body in the next few hours. He got comfortable, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, and when he was ready, Greg gently unplugged her charging unit and covered the socket on her side with a subtle flap of skin, making it almost impossible to detect. Then, after taking a deep breath, he switched her on by pressing the socket flap firmly and holding it for a few seconds.

    First, a soft whirring noise began in her torso, and he saw her chest slowly rise and fall with a simulation of breathing. Noticing her lips part ever so slightly, Greg watched her breath for a minute, which was far more agonizing for him in watching such beauty than when she had been perfectly still. The whirring was no longer audible in her chest, replaced by hushed breathing sounds that were wonderfully alive and feminine. Somehow finding his voice, he softly called out, “Good morning, Jennifer Walters.”

    Her caramel-colored eyes flickered open, and for the briefest instant, he saw a faint green glow in them, but then it was gone. The glitch made his heart leap, giving him promises for the near future; it was proof that the Savage She-Hulk was inside Jennifer Walters, just below her consciousness, awaiting her trigger to eventually emerge. “Good morning,” her sweet mode 1 voice responded while she stared up at the ceiling, “I am… Jennifer Walters.”

    “Hello, Jennifer. My name is Gregory Clark. You may call me Greg.” He spoke clearly and distinctively, matching her slow, easy cadence.

    “Hello, Greg. Where am I?” She asked, without sounding lost but merely inquisitive.

    “You are in our bedroom. I am inviting you to live here with me in our apartment. I would like to be your boyfriend.”

    “Oh,” Jennifer Walters said, looking dazed. “Oh my.”

    “Are you feeling okay?” He asked, wondering if he’d fed her too much information at once just now.

    “I am… feeling okay,” she replied.

    “Would you like to sit up?” He asked.

    “Yes,” she replied.

    He carefully pulled back the blanket and helped her sit up. Once she was in a sitting position, he eased her around so that her legs gently lowered to the floor beside the bed. In the process, the bottom of her hospital gown pulled away from her thighs, revealing her white panties. With the lightest touch, he adjusted her short gown to allow it to settle on her upper thighs again. When Greg looked back at her face, Jennifer Walters was blushing. Her eyelids fluttered as she looked straight ahead, appearing slightly embarrassed as if she couldn’t face him like this. She would have appeared perfectly real except for another momentary green glow in her eyes, which excited him immensely. That flash of green could mean that her embarrassed response had almost triggered a transformation. Jennifer Walters was what he had designed and more: an adorable, soft-spoken woman with a potentially volatile explosion of glowing green, urgent sexual energy awaiting within her!

    “I am shy,” she said, still blushing, looking forward. “I would like to cover up with more clothing, please.” She moved her left arm across her chest, gripping her right shoulder, while laying her right hand in her lap, in a gesture of embarrassment and modesty. She appeared to be trembling, as if she were cold. His heart broke for her.

    “Yes, of course,” Greg said, standing up beside her. He walked to the closet and opened it to show her the wardrobe selections he had purchased for her. “I have your clothes in here. Would you like to see them?”

    “Yes,” she said, and he helped her stand and guided her to the open closet. She acquired her balance immediately, appeared to be fully capable of walking on her own, and stood firmly when she came to a stop. Blessing her robotics engineers, Greg felt his fears of her toppling over vanish. Now she was moving her head a lot more fluidly, and her expressions changed rapidly, as she seemed to be cycling through different levels of surprise and appreciation as she looked through her wardrobe.

    “Do you like your clothes?” He asked, lifting her hand so that she could touch them.

    “Yes. They look pretty,” she said. “They feel soft. Would you pick something out for me to wear?”

    Greg was so in love he could die. Taking out the sleeveless white blouse and the pink bellbottoms that Jennifer Walters wears on the cover of Savage She-Hulk Issue #1, he showed them to her for her approval. She nodded, and he laid them on the bed in front of her. For a moment, they stood looking at each other expectantly. Her blushing had decreased. Finally, she asked, “Would you please dress me?”

    “Of course,” Greg nodded excitedly, salivating. The idea of dressing an animated and aware Jennifer Walters, breathing and consenting, even requesting his assistance, made his awkward struggle to dress her unanimated form for bed the previous night seem ridiculous now.

    Jennifer Walters raised her arms slightly as Greg walked around her and untied the hospital gown. Sliding it down her arms, Greg let the gown drop to the floor around her feet. Slowly, she folded her arms across her chest in a demure gesture. Quickly deciding to skip a bra for now, he reached around to pick up her white blouse off the bed, and he noticed she was blushing again. He walked back behind her and asked her to raise her arms. She did and they worked the blouse on and tugged it down snug, where it ended just above her panties. He asked her to lie on the bed in order to get her pink pants on, and he noticed her blushing again, as she kept her hands at her panties while he pulled the pants up her legs. The pants were slightly big on her, so he was able to button them while she was still laying on her back. Helping her back into a sitting position, he then reached into the closet for a soft brown pair of flimsy flats and stretched them over her pretty feet.

    “I have a pretty summer scarf to match your pink pants,” Greg said, picking up the scarf from the vanity table. “May I tie it on your neck?”

    “Yes. That looks very pretty.” Jennifer Walters said, holding still as Greg tied the scarf on. He was careful to tie it in a way that it could be pulled loose easily. He knew the Savage She-Hulk would not be happy with something tight around her throat.

    Greg decided to skip the thin black belt with gold buckle that is visible in her outfit on the cover of Issue #1, as he was concerned the belt would be too much of a hinderance for when she eventually transformed. Both the sleeveless blouse and bellbottom pants, purchased months ago at a thrift store, were worn soft and brittle with age; they would likely tear VERY easily. Now that she had the blouse on, he realized it was so thin that he could vaguely make out her nipples. Perhaps a bra would have been a good idea, but no, it was too late for that… and damn, she looked gorgeous!

    “Would you like me to show you around the apartment?” He asked, standing beside her. Her face was no longer red with the adorable blushing.

    “Yes. I would like that,” she said, facing him with a relaxed smile.

    Together, they made their way around the bedroom. First, he showed her the vanity table, hair brushes and make-up. She looked at each item and then stared into the mirror at herself. “I look very pretty,” she said, almost incredulously. “Thank you for my pretty clothes.” She continued to observe herself in the mirror, and then she asked, “Do you think I am showing too much skin on my arms?”

    “Your arms are beautiful,” Greg said earnestly, beginning to worry that he had programmed her to be too modest and shy. But no, this was perfect. If Jennifer Walters was overly prudish and shy, this would only clash more with her other personalities when the time came. He watched her blush again, but this time she turned her head and looked up into his eyes with an innocent, questioning expression.

    “Do you really think so?” She asked.

    “Yes, Jennifer Walters,” Greg said into her up-turned face. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

    Jennifer Walters eyes flashed green, the brightest glow of emerald yet. Before the glow faded, the blushing color from her cheeks drained away, and her expression changed to dismay. She closed her eyes, wincing, and brought her hands to her face, lightly pressing her fingertips against her temples. He recognized the gesture; it was one that took him about an hour and a half to perfect in her programming months ago. Regardless of his familiarity with the gesture, it amazed him to watch her perform it, and his body vibrated with warm tingles, as he knew that was a gesture that meant she was close to triggering a transformation. It didn’t necessarily mean she would begin transforming into mode 2, but she was showing him that she was ready and receptive to further triggers. Calling her beautiful led to excited responses from her, which could eventually start a metamorphosis with enough excitement.

    “Are you feeling okay?” He asked after she lowered her hands from the sides of her head.

    “Yes, I am feeling okay,” Jennifer Walters told him, giving him a reassuring smile with her adoring caramel-colored eyes. That wave of excited emotion from the discussion of her beauty, forcing her to pause until the green energy triggers subsided, meant her artificial intelligence was accepting his programming wonderfully. It was taking all of his restraint not to moan in ecstasy while watching her struggle with her inner She-Hulk!

    Greg showed her the portraits he had drawn and painted of her, and she reacted with gracious appreciation. They made their way around the apartment, and she greeted every new detail with innocent wonder and pleasant acceptance. He couldn’t get over how her breathing made him feel so relaxed and comforted, and how the way she clung to him when he guided her around the apartment excited him so. He recalled setting her grip on a high setting in this mode, with her other two modes receiving the highest intensity for gripping and force.

    When he showed her the couch, she asked, “Greg, could we sit down and talk? I would like to get to know you better.” He helped her sit down comfortably in the middle of the couch, and then he sat next to her, holding her hand in his. Jennifer Walters looked at their hands and then faced him again, her eyes searching his. “Please tell me about yourself.”

    Greg thought for a moment, and then said, “I was very lonely before you arrived. I was very sad. But now I am so happy that you are here, and we’re getting to know each other and like each other.” He watched her expressions change with appropriate empathy as he spoke. She looked sad and concerned over his loneliness, and then brightened to a smile over his happiness. Jennifer Walters was just so sweet!

    Bowing her head, she said, “I am happy to know you, Greg. I like you very much. Please tell me…  more about yourself.”

    “I have dreamed about you for a long time,” Greg said, and she looked surprised, while continuing to stare at him curiously. “I drew and painted your pictures because I couldn’t wait to meet you. I have dreamed of holding you in my arms. I love you very much, Jennifer Walters.”

    “Oh my!” She said, emerald light once again glowing in her wide-open eyes. Quickly shutting her eyes tight, she let go of his hand and put her fingertips on her temples and kept them there. She was trembling, with a dismayed expression. “Greg… You make me feel very special… and very strong,” she said with her face flushed and her eyes still closed. Greg was beyond excited watching her – and so hard, that he was rocking a bit on the couch beside her. This was it!

    “I am very fond of you, Greg,” Jennifer Walters finally said after recovering, lowering her hands back into his, and giving him a pretty smile with her bright caramel-colored eyes. “I would like to get to know you better. Please tell me more about yourself.”

    Her sudden recovery caught him off guard. At this point, so much blood had drained from his head, Greg thought he might pass out. Still, this was the most fun he had ever had, so Jennifer Walters could tease him all day, and he’d die a happy man. Obviously, her high modesty setting and practical options and intelligence level made her want to talk with him for a long period of time before anything romantic could happen. She could conceivably hold him off all day! He was seriously going to have to work to woo her, and it was a challenge he excitedly embraced, especially with his arms aching to hold the woman staring sweetly at him. Jennifer Walters appeared so petite and fragile, but he knew what she was destined to become, and his mouth watered for her.

    “I will tell you everything,” he said, leaning back on the couch. “Would you like to lean back and get more comfortable?”

    “Yes,” Jennifer Walters nodded, and he helped her ease back beside him. Now their heads rested on the cushions next to one another.

    “You are so beautiful,” he sighed.

    “Oh! Thank you, Greg.” Her eyes flashed green again, she went through another trembling ordeal, adding a soft moan this time, and then she opened her normal eyes and pressed on. “What kind of things do you like to do?”

    “I like to draw pictures of you. You’re so very pretty.”

    This time, she shut her eyes and moaned as if she were relishing the moment. “Mmmmm, that is sweet of you to say. I like your pictures.”

    “What do you like to do?” He asked, curious how she would respond.

    “I like music,” she smiled, her eyes moving around as if she were imagining something. “I like to dance. Do you have any music so we can dance?”

    “Yes, of course,” Greg said, remembering his programming her to enjoy music and dancing months ago. He jumped up and searched for something appropriate to put on so that he could slow dance with Jennifer Walters. His music collection was full of soundtracks, nothing that he recalled being any good for slow dancing. When was the last time he had slow danced? High school? One of his favorite soundtracks was of course “The Incredible Hulk” TV show from the late 70s and early 80s. He struggled with himself about how cheesy this would be but finally convinced himself it was just too damned perfect and hilarious. Skipping the dramatic opening theme music, he started the track that had accompanied the opening scene in the pilot episode, which showed a dreamlike montage of Dr. Banner’s life with his wife before tragedy struck. The music changed tempo frequently but it was upbeat for 3 minutes and 7 seconds, which was enough time for him to help Jennifer Walters off the couch and begin dancing with her.

    She giggled when he pulled her close, and he laughed softly when her arms embraced him around his waist. This was so perfect. Her body felt wonderful, and as they swayed, they gently rubbed together. Greg was dancing with the embodiment of Jennifer Walters from the cover of Savage She-Hulk Issue #1, to the “Love Theme” from The Incredible Hulk TV show, no less! Trembling himself now, he dropped his hands from the small of her back to her beautiful little ass that he had designed himself. Gently he cupped her butt in his hands, incredulous that it could feel so realistic when he was well aware that inside were plastic bags that would inflate more during her transformation.

    While dancing, he had been holding her so close that his chin was hovering a few inches over her shoulder, brushing against the soft hair on the side of her head. When she made a tiny gasp, he pulled back a little to look into her glowing green eyes and gaping mouth, definitely a borderline trigger expression. He relaxed his hands, loosening his grip on the back of her pants, but kept his hands where they were. The emerald glow faded and Jennifer Walters slowly closed her mouth.

    “I’m sorry,” she said with concern, “I am very shy. I need to get to know you better.”

    “That’s okay,” he found himself saying. The situation was blowing his mind in every direction. He was being rebuked by a sex robot of his own design, making it more of a challenge, which thrilled him completely. Jennifer Walters would keep him on his toes and make him work for their love, all the while he knew of the secret buttons he could lightly press that could trigger the mode 2 transition at any moment, switching her personality to become far more wanton, lusty, less verbal, confident and direct, not to mention physically bigger in all the right ways. Greg was in awe of how things were progressing, even though she was following her programming perfectly.

    “I hope my shyness doesn’t frustrate you. I like you a lot,” she stated reassuringly, as if sensing that he was becoming discouraged by her. “You make me feel very special. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I enjoy being with you and being your close friend.” Jennifer Walters smiled sweetly up at him, while they swayed in time to the music, which was fading out of the “Love Theme” to The Incredible Hulk.

    Delighted to hear her speak so much at once, Greg continued facing her, not holding her as close as before, and he had returned his hands to the small of her back, respecting her wishes. He had nodded after each of her statements, and when she had finished, he replied, “I enjoy being with you too. I want you to live here with me. You can sleep with me in our bed.”

    The next track on The Incredible Hulk soundtrack, “Gamma Ray Treatment,” was tense and foreboding, with a building sense of looming danger, warning that Dr. Banner was not aware of how high the gamma levels were calibrated on his machine. Her face dropped the look of innocent wonder and returned to her concerned expression, with the adorable addition of her biting her lower lip. “I think… I need to get to know you better,” she said with more hesitation this time. “I’m sorry. I am very shy.” She finished and looked down with a sad expression, unable to face him.

    “That’s okay,” he said, gently squeezing her at the waist above her hips, adding, “I want you to be comfortable.” Obviously he was rushing things. It was silly for him to bring up the bed so soon. Her high shyness setting detected his attempt to push for ratcheting up their romance. Jennifer Walters deserved to be wined and dined, even if she didn’t technically drink or eat. “Is it all right if I kiss your forehead?” He figured that asking was best, and it was taking all his restraint as his lips brushed against her hair while they continued dancing.

    “I think… I am very shy,” she said just above a whisper, with more of that hesitation. This must be how her resolve breaks down, Greg thought, with her having more and more hesitation, and how he would be able to eventually convince her to exchange more affection with him. Jennifer Walters, as if to prove this assessment, added, “I do want to kiss you, Greg, but I think…  I need to get to know you better.”

     “I want to get to know you better too, Jennifer Walters,” he said, pulling closer again as they continued slow dancing to the strange, eerie music, which had progressed from a mournful French horn solo to a paranoid oboe. The odd choice of music, which she didn’t seem to mind, helped put him into a mischievous mood. Unable to resist playing with the empty belt loops above her hips on her soft pink bellbottoms, Greg gripped her waistline and lightly tugged back and forth, gently sliding the material about an inch or so to each side, since her pants were a little big around her small waist. “I would love to kiss you all over and make you very happy.”

    As he tugged softly and playfully at her pants, each shift triggered another emerald glow from her eyes. Looking into her face as she sighed, open-mouthed, with each little tug, he couldn’t help himself from pulling a bit more urgently. Her eyes glowed more brightly when he tugged harder, and soon they weren’t fading between tugs at all. If he kept this up, it would trigger a metamorphosis. She wouldn’t be able to fight it anymore, and her stage 2 transformation would kick in. It was intoxicating to see her right on the edge of herself, her eyes alternating from curious to seductive to wide with rapture. Her sensors were telling her that she was enjoying this, which was testing her shy programming. The volatile sexual gamma energy was stirring within her, as he continued to gently but rhythmically agitate Jennifer Walters with longing and pleasure. Plus, all of this was perfectly in synch with the dramatic score at the end of “Gamma Ray Treatment.”

    “Does this feel good?” He asked, in the silence before the next track began, appropriately titled “Growing Anger.”

    “I think… I think… I like it when you do that,” she said, her eyes still glowing green as she brought her hands up to clasp behind his neck. This brought them much closer, pressing her breasts against his chest and rubbing their pelvic regions together steadily. Greg ached to pull her tighter, but he restrained himself as much as he could, still tugging playfully at her belt loops, gently sliding her waistline to one side and then the other. To his astonishment and joy, the glowing green-eyed and rapidly less-shy Jennifer Walters held him tighter and closer, signaling that she was very much enjoying this new kind of dance, all the while The Incredible Hulk soundtrack was warning that Dr. Banner was getting too excitable for someone who had just subjected themselves to a high dose of gamma radiation to the fight-or-flight center of the brain.

    Her face was upturned to his, her lips parted, as she continued to make soft, pleasurable gasps and occasional moans, all the while their lips were so close that they were practically kissing, as he tugged harder and harder on her belt loops. She began to actively rub her crotch against his whenever he pulled her belt loops toward him. Greg wanted Jennifer Walters so much, he couldn’t stand it. His urgency and force grew until, without meaning to do it, he ripped one of the belt loops off of her waistline.

KUH-KIPPP!

    He looked down at the torn piece in his hand, rather dumbfounded, surprised and slow to react, bringing their intense grinding to a halt. When he dropped the tattered belt loop to the floor, Jennifer Walters cried in alarm, letting go of him suddenly and staring down at his hand. “No! My pretty clothes are torn!”

    “I’m sorry. We can fix it,” Greg said, putting his hands back on her hips, as the exciting score switched into high gear. He could feel his pulse pounding!

    “Why did you tear my pretty clothes?” She asked, tilting her head up to him with enormous eyes and a pouty lower lip. He watched the strong emerald glow dissipate and disappear from her eyes.

    “It was an accident,” he tried to assure her. “I promise I will be more gentle. Do you want to dance some more?”

    “Maybe later,” she said, taking a step back and folding her arms across her chest, looking unsettled while the music continued to build to a fever pitch. “We should calm down. It is hard for me to think when we are dancing. It is hard for me to think when you hold me. I get confused when you touch me. I have… sexy thoughts.” While parts of these sentiments were what he had programmed for her, this string of sentences were of her own construction. Along with the realization that she had reassembled his phrases and changed their intension, Greg realized that no real woman had ever made such an amazingly flattering admission to him. Jennifer Walters was insisting on remaining shy and in control for as long as she could, but she admitted that he made it difficult for her because when they danced, when he held her and touched her, that triggered her sex drive sequence, her desire for him, her inner She-Hulk, and with every green glow in her eyes, she wanted him.

    “I have sexy thoughts for you too,” he said, gently hugging her and kissing her forehead. When he pulled away, he saw her faintly glowing eyes looking up at him sternly.

    “If you’re going to kiss me anyway, I want you to kiss me on the mouth,” she demanded, putting her fists on her hips and raising an eyebrow. “Growing Angry” ended with a flourish, and now a 7 minute and 37 second track began, a massive compilation titled “First Hulk Out / Second Hulk Out / Transformation.” As he pulled her close again, she embraced him tightly, hanging off his neck again, and tilted her head up for a tender kissing session. Her eyes remained closed, and her chewing motion was tremendously sensual and passionate, slowly growing in urgency. Her lips were soft and moist, and he tasted the strawberry balm he had applied to them the day before. These were easily the greatest kisses he had ever received. Praise those engineers at Living Doll X! Neither wanted to stop, and their bodies began grinding together more passionately, desperately. He dropped one hand to her waist and began tugging on her pants again, since she had enjoyed that. She returned the favor and began to tug on his shirt, and then dropped her hands to his waistline and began to imitate his playful tugging. Her moans became very pronounced, interrupting their kissing, exciting him all the more. When she made a particularly loud, extended and mournful moan of longing, he lowered his head to kiss along her soft neck, knowing that he had programmed her to highly enjoy that. His nuzzling loosened her pink scarf and it came untied, barely clinging to her shoulders now.

    “We’ve got to stop,” Jennifer Walters groaned in seductive, sumptuous agony, but she made no attempt to pull away from him. “We’re going too fast. We’re taking things too far.” Her shoulders and upper frame began moving excitedly up and down, as if she were panting. “I think… I think… I’m losing control!” Her orgasmic declaration let Greg know she was one prompt away from triggering a transformation. One more subtle push, a kiss, a squeeze, a pat on the ass, and her stunning metamorphosis would begin. And nothing would stop it!

    In spite of himself, he froze, looking into her eyes while catching his breath, holding her but effectively withholding that last straw as long as he could, tantalizing them both. Greg wanted to see it in her face when it started. He knew it would be magic. He wanted to see if the transformation process from mode 1 to mode 2 would work the way he had planned, the way he had mapped it out through those arduous design features, the way he had envisioned it in his dreams.

    “Oh Jenny, I want you so much,” Greg said, calling her by her stage 2 name, deftly cupping his hand over one of her breasts and giving it the tenderest of squeezes. Watching her face, he saw her mouth drop open in a gasp, and then she looked down at herself and his hand, leaving him staring at the top of her head of fine, chestnut brown hair. When she raised back up to face him, the caramel color in her irises were gone. She stared ahead, wide-eyed, with her stage 2 eyes, the first step in her transformation into “Jenny!”

Chapter Two

    Greg spent all weekend selecting the physical details for his future robot dream girl. Going through the hundreds of options, he always clicked any box marked “Advanced” to make the most minute adjustments. Some decisions were quick and easy, but some required a lot of thought and scrutiny. He knew all of these customizations would drive up the costs and slow down production, making it so he would have to wait months longer before she arrived, but his Jen Walters deserved to be absolutely perfect.

    He chose an Extendable Amazon Waifu body model with the biggest expansion options. Its smallest size setting at 5 feet 6 inches seemed a good height for him to snuggle. This was likely a bit taller than Jennifer Walters might really be, according to whatever height description you find about her online or in any of the comic texts (several said 5 foot 1 inch), but this model had the optimum growth of eight inches, making her able to reach 6 feet 2 inches tall. Of course, this height was well under what most might consider for the She-Hulk (several said 6 foot 7 inches), but Greg was okay with it. There were limits to how tall he could order a robot, and this option seemed the most growth for his buck, retaining all the other options he desired. In the end, the most important part of her transforming stature was that Jennifer Walters would be shorter than him, and she could then transform and be taller than him.

    All Saturday night, he played with levels, adjusting shapes and hues for Jennifer’s faces, that is, the faces associated with her three different phases or “modes,” as the software called them. He covered his desk with comics to look off of drawings of her face, but Savage issues #2 through #9 became his bible for Jennifer’s face in mode 1. This was the way he most envisioned Ms. Walters, the way that Mike Vosburg drew her during that first year of her original run. Of course, Greg referred to John Buscema’s first issue as well, but that was mostly for her mode 3 face, the way her face would be like when she was the Savage She-Hulk. There was a mode 2 face that would be a mid-TF stage halfway through her transformation. This mode 2 face was largely created by going between the extremes of modes 1 and 3, and then tweaked to Greg’s personal taste. All of these faces were beautiful, but mode 2 was exquisitely beautiful to Greg, probably because this face could be the most fleeting, while she was in the throes of her metamorphosis.

    (During his research, he noticed an online quote from Mike Vosburg that referred to his Savage She-Hulk inker, Frank Springer: “The oddest thing about the book was that Frank drew really beautiful women, I drew really beautiful women, and yet, the She-Hulk was never overly attractive.” Well, Greg thought, I say thee nay! This robot would show Mike how wrong he was… not that Greg intended to show his robot to anyone. Ever.)

    Her eyes, what were the color of Jennifer’s eyes, not to mention her other modes? He spent a couple hours going back and forth on these. He looked at many shades of green, but midnight black also looked hauntingly good. Finally, he settled on a lovely caramel for Jennifer’s mode 1 eyes, and a milky green with a tiny pupil dot for both modes 2 and 3, increasing the greenish-white glow to most intense for her stage 3. This glow could also be triggered by physical prompts or audio cues, Greg found to his delight. He selected beautiful eye lashes for Jennifer’s base mode, feminine but not over-the top, and these would grow longer and thicker through modes 2 and 3. Her eyebrows as well were thin and chestnut for mode 1, growing darker, greener, and bushier as she progressed to mode 3.

    Greg perfected the choice for Jennifer’s base skin tone, how it would darken to a golden grey tan for her middle mode, and then to the smooth olive green of her stage 3. He also spent a lot of time on her hair colors, textures and lengths, finding the perfect match for Jennifer’s base chestnut brown bob, and then the longest, darkest forest green that was almost pitch black for her She-Hulk mode. The middle stage would have a mixture of those two hairs, while the brown bob might just be made out between the green-black hairs that would begin to touch her shoulders. He also had to spend some time on the delicate hairs of her pubic area, choosing to have the curtains match the drapes in all stages, with Jennifer being well-trimmed and the She-Hulk having a lot more that was savage in that region.

    He went back and forth on her nipple colors too, finally deciding on a lovely coral for her stage 1 areolas, a golden olive for her slightly larger stage 2 areolas, and a dark olive for her pronounced stage 3 areolas. Greg mused that her nipples would swell to nice-sized olives that he couldn’t wait to taste! (Calm down, Greg told himself, don’t get ahead of yourself!)

    Greg was quite sore by mid-Sunday, as he came (not again!) to the end of the physical modes and the rate of transformation between them. He could employ different speeds of transformation, so he made a variety of settings. Now he was reaching his command options, where he could program Jennifer to have different expressions and poses while transforming between modes. He could trigger different kinds of metamorphosis sequences, where growth and shifting could be slow or fast, and he could have it stop on her mode 2 and wait for him to signal whether to progress to mode 3 or revert to mode 1. This made him imagine a role play in which Jennifer could fight off a transformation, like when she used pills in Issue 3. Oh boy, was he going to have so much fun playing through those first 9 issues and beyond! This would also come in handy if he wanted to have sex with Jennifer while she transformed into her middle stage, and then he could have her wait to fully transform into the She-Hulk just as he was about to achieve orgasm. It was moments like these that he began talking to God, and thanking him for making this possible. He also thanked Satan, just in case.

    While his selections for her breasts in her three modes and the transformation settings for how quickly her breasts would increase or decrease in size were made much faster than most of the other decisions he made that weekend, he kept going back to this part of the process, just to watch the example videos and revel in how wonderful life was. Probably not that ironic that he would know immediately what kind of breasts he preferred she have in all three modes, with the biggest decision being how small to have her breasts in stage 1. Flipping through the comics, he reassured himself how busty Jennifer Walters was in her non-hulked out form, but he also liked how much he could dramatically increase their size if he started with a smaller base. Eventually, he decided to give her breasts for a B-cup bra while in her mode 1, which was smaller than she was drawn, but then she would swell to a size D in her mode 2, and then she would hit size DD in mode 3.

    Greg spent more time on the shape of her belly button, probably because he didn’t have a favorite belly button shape that he recalled, but he found a very nice one for Jen that she kept through all 3 modes. It was a similar process in choosing her ear lobes. Her nose had changed a bit from mode to mode, as did her fingernails, which grew longer and sharper and darkened to forest green by mode 3. He had to body sculpt her knees differently in each mode because of the sense of proportion necessary as her legs extended; i.e., small knees for short legs, etc. When he reached her feet, his body was exhausted, but the fatigue vanished as he poured over the details of the ankle, instep, and toes of all three modes. Jennifer would have beautiful feet, petite and cute in stage 1, gorgeous and growing in stage 2, and the semblance of nature’s perfection and power in stage 3, with dark forest green toenails to match her fingernails. He passed out Sunday night and had dreams of those lovely feminine feet tearing through puny canvas shoes while shredding through white socks or breaking apart strappy heels while ripping holes in nylons. Greg had made sure to have her wriggle her toes during transformations.

    That next week, he still wasn’t ready to place the order yet. While he went back to constantly review the physical details of all three modes and the transformation settings, he now had to enter in her complex personality. Of course, a basic Living Doll X came with pre-programmed personalities that you could select from, but no, Greg wasn’t having that. He had to hit all the “Advanced” buttons and start all three personalities from scratch.

    This was helped (and also prolonged) by a brilliant function that kicked in once Greg selected her voices, which took all Monday evening, but by Tuesday morning, he could listen to Jennifer’s sweet and spunky mode 1 voice forever. Well, forever until the change overtook her delicate frame, triggering mode 2’s lower, confused, halting and breathy voice. This voice triggered Greg quite a bit. He couldn’t stop typing in phrases for her to say in mid-transformation. Phrases like, “Oh no! I’m seething! Got to get away! I can’t stop the change! It’s too late! Nothing can stop it now! My clothes… getting tighter! Too tight! Changing… becoming… She-Hulk!” Mode 3’s voice was even lower, more guttural, practically feral, while also sensual and primitive, so that her phrases would sound like a seductive and deadly tigress. His favorite for this final voice became a very simple, “I am She-Hulk.” She sounded commanding and dominant, empowered by instinct and confidence in her strength rather than by much intelligence. While her other modes were set on “Highly Talkative,” Greg decided to have her mode 3 on the lowest level of speech, instead programming her to grunt, growl and roar frequently, which he amused himself into Wednesday listening to, over and over, sliding option bars in order to perfect her pitch, volume, range, etc. For transformation settings between modes, he always had her on Highly Emotive with non-verbal noises, with most varieties of moans, groans, grunts and growls passing his rigorous examination.

    As he went through programming the modes, starting with stage 1 Jennifer, he could listen to her repeat the phrases he entered for her, as well as the verbal cues that could trigger her transformation settings. There were surprisingly specific settings for her personalities that often made Greg laugh out loud with glee. One brilliant setting was how she felt about clothes. Mode 1 liked her clothes, enjoyed looking pretty for him and professional if in a public setting. (Like that would ever happen, snickered Greg.) She was programmed to like clothes that fit her and made her look good, and he topped her modesty and shyness so that she didn’t like to show too much skin. She was also practical and liked to take care of her clothes. Considering what Greg was planning with her transformations, these seemed like sadistic selections to choose for her, but he rationalized that the real Jennifer Walters would not want to destroy her clothing but the triggers would overpower that, so her personality would be put into crisis as it morphed into Mode 2, who would hate tight clothing, would be easily frustrated, and would want desperately to be free of restrictive clothes. Of course, Mode 3 would only be happy naked and hate the idea of clothing. Greg’s face ached from constant smiling for so many days.

    Because these robots were intended for sex, there were hundreds of sex options that Greg rounded out the week pouring over. The variety of options were astounding to him, as he had such a boring sex life that many of the positions required him to do research. After years of imagining what it would be like to have sex with a transforming Jennifer Walters, he was impressed that these robots could do more than just lie on their backs. He was particularly interested in her being on top so he could look at her and watch her change while he thrusted up into her. Alison had wanted only one position for him, which he called “Frog on a Log,” only to himself of course. And he had been the Frog. Alison had seemed to only want to be a motionless Log for him. He wondered now if that changed with this new guy she had. He hoped so, if only for that poor bastard.

    As his knowledge increased in what was possible sexually with Jennifer Walters and her more savage modes, his imagination ran wild with all the possibilities. He pressed on through the selection process, constantly considering what demure Jennifer would enjoy and what would trigger her ecstasy and what would then be enjoyed by her modes 2 and 3. Modes 2 and 3 would both be carnal addicts, craving more and more sexual pleasure. This was a high setting that the Living Doll X makers expected from clients, so this was relatively quick for Greg to plow through in the selection process. Mode 3 would be absolutely orgasmic, but all of them would make maximum noise, moaning and groaning for their setting. He struggled a bit in adding growling to mode 2’s frequent sex noises and growling, snarling, and roaring to mode 3’s frequent sex noises. He figured it out eventually.

            Finally he had “Jennifer Walters,” her mid-TF self, which was named simply “Jenny,” and the Savage “She-Hulk,” all designed and programmed into a single Extendable Amazon Waifu 3-mode model, ready to order. It was as if he were buying a luxury sports car or a medium-sized house, but he had taken the appropriate financial steps, signing away his life. If any surprise expenses came along now, he’d be in real trouble. A shiver ran through his soul, imagining if his ex-wife ever discovered this purchase. But fuck it all, he ordered it, so that Jennifer Walters, and by extension the She-Hulk, could live.

            And then he sat back and waited for construction and delivery, his mind unable to stop considering the possibilities. Because the Living Doll X website had her measurements saved for him, Greg started visiting thrift shops and clothing stores, purchasing clothing for Jennifer Walters so that she would have a full wardrobe when she arrived. Of course, many of his clothing choices for her were influenced by what she wore in the issues of Savage She-Hulk – the white sleeveless top and pink bellbottoms from the cover of issue #1, the white sleeveless top and tight blue slacks from issue #2, the orange pantsuit, the blue pantsuit, the tan pantsuit, the brown pantsuit, the white T-shirt and tight purple jeans, and two filled bureau drawers of little white nighties, white tank tops, and flimsy underwear that didn’t appear to stretch well. He even bought a thin hospital gown like the one she wore during her first transformation. Buying for his future Jennifer Walters became an intense addiction.

            He also picked out clothing items that were not influenced by her comics but more from his fantasies or even the old Incredible Hulk TV show. These included long-sleeved, buttoned shirts, some with snaps, often with plaid patterns. He picked out a number of skirts, usually thin, pencil skirts with snaps up one side or in the back. Amassing a collection of footwear, he became an expert on women’s shoes that were fragile enough for what he was planning in their destruction. One outfit that he became obsessed with finding was a pink dress that resembled the one that Jennifer Walters wears in the 1982 Incredible Hulk cartoon in which she appears as a blonde. Along with that cartoon inspiration, he found a black single strap dress that looked like one from the 1990s Hulk cartoon where Jennifer Walters was more of a Sensation than a Savage. He would see these outfits and be unable to stop imagining his robot creation bursting forth from them. She would be triggered, she would grow and tear out of her clothes, and they would have loud, grunting, growling gamma-fueled sex.

    While bringing in these purchases over time, he cleared out half his closet and half of his bedroom, decorating it for his future lady friend. She could have her own side of the bedroom. As weeks went by, he even bought a vanity table with brushes, cosmetics, etc. His wife had never had anything like this, but she never seemed to go for anything really feminine like that. After the vanity set, he realized he had to stop buying things, at least until she arrived. He tossed and turned, restless, more lonely than he had ever been, his heart aching. He knew it was silly, but he couldn’t help it. Greg started drawing her, even painting portraits, based on his design shots on the website. He hung up his best pictures. When she arrived, he would show them to her. Was this what it was like to lose one’s mind, he wondered.

    More weeks passed, and Greg threw himself into work to earn more money, and when he couldn’t work or sleep, he cleaned his apartment and fixed it up, making it as nice as he could so that Jennifer Walters would like it. When home improvement reached a pinnacle, he began working out, taking an interest in improving his body for the first time in his adult life. Leading a more active life style was good for him, making him feel physically better than he could remember. Throughout his hours of working overtime, throughout his endless crunches and reps, he was always dreaming about the future when she would arrive, and he wanted her to like him, so he had to make himself the best specimen of man that he could be.

    Going crazy, obviously, he thought, he must have gone crazy when he saw that robot promo. His friends worried about him and took him out, introduced him to women, and he had a few nice dates, but he couldn’t take them home now, not with his apartment decorated like he was living with a woman he was obsessed with, and the truth was far worse to admit. He resigned to his fate and remained distant with the new lady friends, he was just a lonely man now, but he would have his fantasy, even if it couldn’t live up or even approach his expectations. Buyer’s remorse had taken its time settling in, but now it rocked him, whenever he paid a bill. He had gone insane, and now he was paying for it. Maybe there was some way to cancel the order, but he could never bring himself to do that. Give up Jennifer Walters becoming a reality? That would have been real insanity.

Jennifer Walters & Me

A Savage She-Hulk Romance

By Boggs Chaucer

Technology finally made her possible.

“Greg had always dreamed of having a lover like Jennifer Walters… a sweet lover who would change whenever their passion flared, transforming into a lusty, busty, insatiably Savage She-Hulk!  Some assembly required.”

Chapter One

      Gregory Clark’s world changed forever when he saw the advertisement. At first, the promo for the latest Living Doll X model caught his attention due to something that he would refrain from admitting in public: he was casually interested in the developing technology of sex robots. He marveled at how realistic, life-like and soft but sturdy the female robots appeared in the commercial. Still, they were out of his price range and even if they weren’t, he didn’t think of himself as the kind of man who would ever use a sex robot. Why would he, being a married man… oh right.

      Up until recently, he had been married, and his brain had yet to make the full switch to his renewed bachelorhood. He often caught himself still thinking like a hen-pecked husband, turning down plans with friends because his wife would not approve. His friends used to tease him that he was controlled by his mean, domineering wife; now they could tease him that he forgot she had kicked him out months ago. Watching the amazing looking sex robots, the realization hit him once again: Alison already had someone new. Greg was alone. As long as he could afford it, Greg could really do whatever he wanted.

      However, the potential dating life of a divorced man his age these days didn’t seem desperate enough to drive him to sex robots just yet, especially at those ridiculous prices. Besides, he hadn’t really given dating much of a go yet. He admitted to himself that he was nervous about dating again. Out of practice, not completely happy with his weight and looks and clothes, he steeled himself for an onslaught of rejection and avoidance. He had been putting it off for months. What did he really have to offer anyone? It wasn’t like he had any lady friends all gung-ho to help him awkwardly stumble back into the single scene. Damn, his life was depressing.

      Then the Living Doll X model promo began going over their seemingly limitless options for customization, and his thoughts about rejoining the local singles community quickly evaporated. Sure, they looked like real, living, beautiful people, and they spoke with better fluency than he’d ever heard artificial intelligence perform, but it was their total customization potential that completely hooked Greg. It wasn’t just that the models could have any length, texture, or color of hair; they could change the length, texture and color of their hair at a verbal command. The promo showed a man saying “Long Blonde Hair,” to a female robot with short dark hair, and suddenly bright blonde hair began growing out of her head, covering the dark hair until the golden hair flowed over her shoulders. Greg gaped. This reminded him of something. Something integral to his deepest, most guarded sexual fantasy. One that Alison never realized but would have mocked fiercely had she ever uncovered it. He had buried it deep within himself, explaining to his immature imagination that this fantasy was impossible and should be forgotten. But this realistic-looking woman, growing longer, different colored hair in seconds… this was incredible!

      Next, the Living Doll X model customization showed dozens of the different colored eyes that were available. Most of the choices were realistic, but owners could also have whatever kinds of weird eyes they wanted too. You could also program them to sparkle or even glow with different colored light. What made Greg gape wider was when they showed that whatever eyes you choose, you could establish a verbal command to change the color of the eyes. On the promo, a man said “Blue eyes,” to a female robot, which closed her dark brown eyes for a moment, and then raised her eyelids to reveal sparkling baby blues.

     The promo then showed the variety of skin tones that were available for customers, and they were not limited to realistic flesh tones. Once again, they implied that a customer might want to change skin tones on their robot, so with a voice command, they cycled through some choices, making the robot appear to change racially, until they ended on a greenish hue with the verbal cue “Martian.” Greg gasped, feeling all his strength leave him. Was this shock or ecstasy? Likely both!

     Then they started showing the various sizes that the models came in. “What size and shape are right for you?” the man asked. Apparently, a customer did not need to restrict himself completely to just one size. With a close up of a female robot’s ankles, they showed how a voice command, such as “Taller,” could be programmed to make a model extend her shins a few inches. Cutting to a wider shot, Greg bolted upright and swore as he watched the robot grow taller. Was he losing his mind? How could this be real?!

     Finally, as if they were saving the best for last, they showed the customization of body types and specific body parts. By this time, Greg could see where they were going with this rhetoric, and he jumped off his couch, balling up his fists, preparing himself for what they were going to do after showing close up shots of beautiful female robots’ naked bodies, which were rather thin and flat-chested.

    “Sheryl, are you feeling a bit busty?” The man on the promo asked one female robot, and sure enough, Sheryl’s breasts began to swell. Greg began screaming in his apartment. He sounded hysterical, but it was maniacal joy. He was witnessing new technology as if he belonged to a primitive culture or was an excitable child at a magic show. Watching as Sheryl’s breasts grew several cup sizes, Greg cradled his head for fear it would fall off his neck or simply explode.

    “But wait, there’s more! Those thin arms aren’t for a man who likes an athletic type,” the man said. “Sheryl, show me your big biceps,” and Sheryl posed as if she were showing off some impressive muscles in her upper arms. Slowly, her biceps began to swell, and Greg’s screams ran out of air. Sheryl was quite toned, defined and muscular within a few seconds.

    “Sheryl, that’s some ass you’ve got,” the man said, and damn it, wouldn’t you know, Sheryl’s flat ass began to swell to a generous curving delight. “Oh wait, there’s more, indeed!”

    Greg collapsed on his couch. Destroyed, he would sell his soul for a transforming Sheryl right now. Just show me the price, he thought, and I’ll kill whoever I need to get it. Yes, the price was a range, and it was pretty astronomical even at the low end, but that no longer mattered. This was what Greg wanted, needed, more than anything. The commercial finished, and he got online to do more research. Their website let you design your dream robot girl to exact specifications, and Greg entered her name to begin saving her detailed customization. Her name, of course: Jennifer Walters.