[marvlman]

Really don’t know why I’m posting this here as most of you I suspect have already read it but if not here, plus I’m doing this more for zero, if you’d like to comment please do but I won’t be suprised if you don’t:

Enter: SheHulka

It had been another successful night for pint sized pop princess Shakira following another triumphant concert show. She could still hear the crowd chanting her name and was buzzing from it. She walked into her dressing room and was greeted by the familiar smile of her sidekick Mike Rielly.

‘So how’d it go?’ he asked.

‘It went’ she smiled.

Shakira was all decked out in her concert clothes, if they could indeed be called that. These clothes being her usual skimpy sequined top, surrounded by an elaborate lace sequence surrounding her midriff, a pair of worn out jeans and obviously nothing on her feet. Shakira was breaking out in a small sweat following her performance and the light shone off her blonde hair. She was beaming as she reached into her fridge for a bottle of water and sat down on a couch opposite where Mike was sitting. She put her feet up on the table beside it, showing her dirty soles.

‘You should’ve been there, it was one of those special nights’ she said.

‘You’ll have to excuse me but I can only bear listening to ‘Underneath Your Clothes’ so many times.’ Mike replied.

‘Yet you seem to be able to listen to AC/DC’s Whole Lotta Rosie come rain or shine’

‘There is no tiring for a song about ample shaped women’

‘Uh-huh’

Mike turned back to the television set that was on in the corner. He seemed engrossed in it as Shakira was winding down from her show. She thought back. She’d hooked up with Mike years ago when she was first starting out back when they were both fresh faced kids. She remembered looking at his shirt that first time she laid eyes upon him and just knowing that he would be a friend worth having around in hard times. It was three years on and she still hadn’t shared her secret with Mike despite all the confiding they’d been through. Her heart was racing, she felt that it was time she shared her secret to her best bud.

‘Mike, I’ve got something to tell you.’

‘Can’t it wait, the episode of Jackass where Knoxville gets repeatedly struck in the balls is coming up’

‘But it’s kind of important’

‘…you’re not suggesting you’re smuggling Italian sausage in those petite jeans are you?’

‘NO!’

‘Well then can’t it wait, the cup test has gotten to stage two, tennis balls already’

‘Look, I think this is a little more important than watching your biggest hero getting his genitals attacked by inanimate objects’

‘Third biggest behind Bruce Campbell and Kevin Smith and plus you’re missing the whole ideal of the show’

‘But I have something to show you!’

‘Is it a birthmark shaped like a wine glass because if it is, I’ve already seen one’

‘Geez Mike, just look at me for a sec would you?’

Mike averted his attention away from the television screen and looked at Shakira who stood up and sat next to Mike. She appeared to be shaking a little bit. Mike hoped she’d hurry up with what she had to tell him otherwise he’d miss the sledgehammer test.

‘Mike, we’ve known each other for quite some time now right. And in that time we’ve been through thick and thin and had some really great moments together right?’

‘You don’t want me to be your assistant any more do you? Oh come on shaks, that’d mean I’d have to go back to serving burgers to row after row of ugly, ugly people and having to put up with mom’s nagging again. Mike, clean your room, Mike, where’s the rent, Mike, why are the curtains on fire?’

‘I’m not getting rid of you. Madre De Dios would you shut up for a second and let me finish?’

‘Ok but it’ll be hard’

Shakira took a deep breath wondering how to approach the news she was about to tell Mike. She took another sip of water and strode back to the fridge for a bottle of beer, feeling she’d need something stronger. She sat back down next to Mike.

‘Mike, do you remember the shirt you were wearing when we first met?’

‘Was it my No Fat Chicks one?’

‘No’

‘Was it my Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels shirt?’

‘No! Mike think hard now, please!!’

‘Was it my custom made John Buscema She Hulk pose from the front cover of Issue One, Volume One?’

‘Yes…you big nerd’

‘Ok, and I resent being branded a nerd having comic knowledge, what’s this getting too?’

Shakira took a large sip of beer and took another deep breath. Her heart was really pounding in her chest now and was shaking more noticeably now.

‘…I am a She Hulk’

There was a long pause as this sank in. The mounted clock was more audible in Shakira’s ears. Then the silence was broken by Mike’s laughter.

‘Either you’ve had to much to drink already you little lightweight or I’m being Punk’d by Ashton Kutcher which would be great as I can pound the little twerp for releasing…well all of his movies’

‘Mike, I’m being serious. Look at me.’

Mike looked into her eyes. It was a look he was familiar with every time his friend wasn’t lying to him. Shakira shuffled closer to him. He wanted to believe her, but he was expecting her to break character and burst out laughing too. Mike chose to play it cautiously.

‘Ok…so ummm how do you know this?’

Shakira smiled. He was at least trying to grasp some concept of this. ‘Because I have the ability to transform into one, I’ve done it thousands of times before. I change when I’m angry, aroused or just by simple concentration’ Mike blinked twice.

‘Look, I don’t know how it happened too. I just remember being knocked out after a show one time, waking up and sometime later being scared to shit because I found out I could change into, well, a She Hulk.’

Mike stared blankly. ‘So you just ‘found’ out you could transform?’

‘Yes’

‘…how can they do these stunts blindfolded?’

‘Mike!! Please, I’m not shitting you.’

‘Well Shaks, it’s a little hard to grasp I mean you’re telling me that you’re a character, albeit a sexy one from a cult comic book series in modern day reality. Even paranormal investigators would have a hard time swallowing this.’

Shakira took another deep breath and stood up. She walked to the nearby sink and mirror against the wall and gripped the sink.

‘I guess there’s only one way to show you then…’

‘Ok, but could you do it during the commercial break?’

At that point Shakira stared into the mirror and concentrated. She could feel her body warming up and she began to sweat profusely. Mike rushed to her aid.

‘Shaks, you ok, you wanna towel or something?’

She began to tremble and shiver and closed her eyes. The sweat was beginning to drip into them and made them sting. She snapped them open and instead of the brown that Mike was familiar, they shone a bright green.

‘Ohh boy, that’s some party trick, how’d you get your contacts to work like that’ said the still sceptical Mike.

‘Not…contacts…please, keep watching…you’ll understand’ Shakira grunted.

She doubled over in pain and grunted even louder. It was if her insides were on fire, this was the part of the transformation she always hated the most. After this, it was smooth sailing. Her bones felt like they were liquid, shifting and reshaping to compensate for her slowly growing form. Her eyebrows tickled slightly as she could feel them getting slightly thicker and she clenched her teeth, hissing. She could really feel her temperature rising and clasped her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white and the end. Mike wrapped his arm around her and noticed that something seemed to be moving inside of her. He backed away and noticed that her clothes seemed to be getting a little bit tighter, despite being already tight.

‘Uhhhh…lousy, opening stage’ Shakira grunted. Her voice seemed much deeper and Mike was glad she wasn’t opening a chorus of ‘Whenever, Wherever’ as it wouldn’t sound like his friend singing it.

‘Maybe I should get you a doctor’

‘Don’t need…no doctor. Just keep watching..AHHHHH’ Shakira’s head snapped back as the pain grew more intense. Her bright green eyes wide open. Mike noticed how much more beautiful she seemed with her ‘new’ eyes. Her mouth gaped open, she seemed to want to scream more but nothing came out, just more guttural grunts and hisses through clenched teeth. Mike thought it best if he sat back down. Her ears began twitching slightly, reforming to a much more feminine shape. It also seemed that her face was twitching and as a result her nose was getting smaller. She opened her fists occasionally feeling the cool air against her sweaty palms before clasping them tight again. She could feel her nails growing and making indents when she did make fists. She looked at the palm of her hands and could make out the indents.

Mike looked down at her bare feet. They seemed to be shifting uncontrollably. Shakira could feel every movement they were making but could not control them curling and flexing. She could feel the sweat forming on her soles against the cold concrete floor. She moved her feet and could see the sweaty footprints they were making. Both Mike and Shakira stared at the tops of Shakira’s feet. Beads of sweat were too forming on them and a vein was sticking out on both of them. When they were flat on the ground it was much more noticeable that her painted toenails too were growing, overlapping the ends of her toes.

Mike looked back at her head. He hadn’t noticed before but there seemed to be streaks in Shakira’s hair which seemed to be alive. She already had long hair but the streaks seemed to be longer and were in completely different contrast to the golden head of hair she bore. Mike was in a state of disbelief that his long time friend was turning into an actual She Hulk or it might have been that he was hearing the last strains of ‘Corona’ meaning Jackass had finished. Either way it was now even more noticeable that the streaks were dark green in colour and were winning in their attempt to defeat the blonde strands of hair sitting atop Shakira’s head. Shakira secretly giggled as the strands fell over her slightly broader shoulders and ticked her. The hair change always felt like blow drying to her and was one of the least painful parts of her transformation. It also signified that things would be much smoother from there on in.

Then the green pigments of her skin began to creep in as they first took on a sickly pale colour and became more defined. Mike noticed it first on the back of her heels as it spread out sideways and sure enough covered the tops of her feet. He could also see it in the tears of her jeans up to her waist, her arms and hands and her face. This really was happening. There was no turning back and Shakira had taken the last beer!

Mike looked at her arms and could see that her muscles were more defined and that small veins were present on her forearms and biceps. They seemed to be taut and also seemed to be swelling. Both arms were getting thicker with strength. Shakira had always kept herself in good shape, Mike often watched her on the treadmill while he sampled the various juices at the bar but she’d never lifted weights. Now it seemed like she’s always lifted them for a living as they more resembled a female bodybuilder’s arms. They weren’t huge muscles, just better than his and perfect in every way shape and form. The green pigment became more enhanced.

PING!

The friendship bracelet he had bought Shakira two years ago had snapped off her growing wrist. He remembered it was a struggle to get it on her because it was a size too small but after much wriggling it finally got on, Shakira swearing that it was going to stay on for life. Seemed like that prediction didn’t come true. Mike got up and went to pick it up. Shakira, if she could still be called that, turned to Mike.

‘Uhhhh, how’s it going, Mike’ she said in her sexy throaty voice’

‘It’s an experience, how’s it going for you?’

‘Mmmmm, really good now’

The bracelet had landed next to Shakira’s feet where Mike had gone to pick it up. He now had a closer look at them. The veins were not as noticeable but her feet and lengthened and broadened considerably. They still looked like a female’s feet to his relief, worried that she’d be more Lou Ferringo than … hot female She Hulk babe.

Still flexing she lifted her toes up, her feet resting on the heel and ball of her foot and a sudden growth spurt changed her petite toes. They now were longer and plumper and they too had some type of muscle definition to them. She curled them as if to say hey, it’s ok, to Mike. He looked up and could she that she was waay more taller than he was now meaning that his back catalogue of small fry jokes could be thrown out the window.

The clothes were losing their battle with Shakira’s frame. They were made for the short singer who had a few pop hits, not a green skinned, muscular female Amazon. Mike went back to his couch and upon sitting down saw the swelling mounds on her chest. Shakira had once sang that her breasts were small and humble and couldn’t be mistaken for mountains, Mike was having a hard time not mistaking them at that point. He could see her nipples poking through the top. Shakira, losing herself in the transformation began rubbing them and giggling. Mike bashfully looked down at her feet again, not wanting to see that side of his friend until he realised he was being turned on by her feet too so looked up at Shakira again.

Her stomach seemed to have developed a definition of a six pack. Within a matter of moments that definition became more defined as he saw the type of six packs that Mike thought were only made for Abs commercials. By now, the pale green was the dark green he had come to assume all She Hulks would have. Those jade hands stopped rubbing her ‘mountains’ and instead rubbed the more innocent newly developed six pack amidst more moaning and cries of ‘ooooh yeaahhh’.

The smell of perfume and sweat was heavy in the air as Mike heard a rrrrripppp sound. Looking down at her jeans, he could see that the already made holes were widening revealing what looked like smooth, green skin. The seams were coming undone and could see her calves as the jeans began revealing more and more of her legs, splitting open like a banana skin. The calves too were perfect, forming perfect tear drop shapes amidst the green.

Shakira knew her transformation was just about done, flicking back her curly, green hair. Mike got a good look at the ‘new’ Shakira’s face and although green, he could still see her friend in the She Hulk’s face and that smile he had grown accustomed too. Feeling cheeky, Shakira made one last move by hunching over again, revealing her smoothly latticed back and shoulder blades, ripping the small cord at her back. The top fell softly to the ground and there stood the 7 foot tall former pop singer, now looking every bit the She Hulk.

Mike cleared his throat. ‘Well you sure showed me’ He then realised that Shakira’s mountains were out in the open and grew wide eyed. He immediately clasped his hand over his eyes. Realising that her bosom may not be the only thing of Shakira’s he hadn’t seen out in the open, he opened his fingers, looking at her crotch area to reveal…ripped jeans barely covering her area. Something’s never changed.

Mike meekly waved at ‘SheHulka’ ‘Uhhh hi’

‘Hi’ she warmly smiled and waved back.

‘You’re not gonna start smashing things up now are you? I’d hate for the cleaners to have their work cut out for them.’

‘Mike, I’m still me, just in an all new shell as it were’

‘Well I’m glad we cleared that up. You wouldn’t mind, you know’ Mike motioned towards her bosom.

SheHulka laughed and waved them seductively at Mike. ‘What’s the matter, too intimidating for you?’

‘Shaks, please! I’m just your buddy’

‘Don’t you wanna be so much more though?’ She jumped on the couch were Mike was sitting and started breathing heavily in his ear. Mike crossed his legs.

‘So you’ve got the strength then? The whole shebang?’

‘Strength, speed and sensitivity. Give ‘em a touch and you’ll see’

‘Shaks!!’

‘…I’m sorry, I just feel so naughty after the transformation, I must have lost my bearing for a second, I’m sorry.’ She grabbed a football jersey and put in over her naked top. ‘I just don’t feel ashamed of my body’

‘…so can I watch Jackass now?’

‘Mike, I’ve just shared the biggest secret of my life with you and all you can worry about is your show.’

‘But I might miss MST3K later on too at this rate, and although I’m flattered, I don’t wanna explain your lusty alter ego to my mom if we ever got too close.’

‘So what’s it like?’

‘Amazing, look rub my feet and feel the skin.’

‘But I haven’t done anything bad to elicit rubbing your feet’

‘Just rub them!’

SheHulka backed up on the couch and placed one of her feet on Mike’s lap. Mike gingerly took a old of it and could immediately feel the smooth green texture of he skin. SheHulka giggled and as Mike rubbed it, she felt more and more aroused.

‘So do you know who did this to you?’

‘Don’t Stop, oohhh keep going’

Mike put her foot down. ‘Ok that’s enough of that, so I asked you a question’

‘I don’t know, I’d love to find out one day too, but I sure am thankful.’

There was a long pause. Mike then spoke.

‘Shaks, I’m glad you trusted me enough to show me. You’re a good friend’ He gave her the broken friendship bracelet. SheHulka started welling up.

‘Shoot, that thing broke, I’ll get it fixed. But just remember, you’re the only one who knows and hopefully will ever know my secret.’

‘…Man if the guys were here now’

Just as the touching friendship moment was continuing, their attention was averted to the dressing room door where an envelope was slid under the door. Mike got up and picked it up, opening it. After reading it, his face turned pale.

‘What is it Mike?’

‘You’re sure no one else knows about this?’

‘Of course’

‘You better look at this…’ he handed her the envelope.

There on a piece of paper was the message ‘I know’ and an invitation to some swanky celebrity party….

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT THRILLING INSTALLMENT…

[Lonebeatle]

😆 Is terrific to see you coming here to show your good writing Marvlman, I know I’ve said this a lot to you but this story rocks!!! Can’t get tird of your great sense of humor and the awesome descriptions through the whole tale, I wish you the best and I’m sure that you’ll get nice comments from the guys around here 8)

Glad that you took such a big decision, I wish you the best buddy!!

Cheers, Lonebeatle.

[Anonymous]

great story. ltransformation was handled well and her manner was excellent. quite interested to see this swank celeb party…

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Awesome, awesome story…..

[Zero]

I have to agree with Lonebeatle, if it’s not the great TF, it’s the humor. Really enjoing the saga, hope you post more.

[Jon]

Terrific, you’ve really built up both characters so that I want to see how the story plays out. (And of course the growth was fantastic)

[Author]

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