Busted by Terry

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Busted

by Terry


"Oh, come on. Where are you?", the young woman muttered, standing on the corner of the street. She looked up to the cloudy nighttime sky. "It looks like rain.", she thought. "Come on, hurry! I shouldn't have gone to that party. Now I'm practically stranded out in the middle of the city, and I'm about to be dumped-on by the worst storm we've had. Juuust great."
Jennifer Walters, attorney-at-law, was definitely not in the best of moods. She had half-heartedly agreed to go to an office party with a couple of her co-workers. Since her car was in the shop, she had one of them drive her to their law office. After a long (and boring, she thought) party, one of the lawyers was veeerry drunk. The other one said that she'd drive him back to his house, and then come back to get Jen. She had agreed; after waiting for half-an-hour, she had gone outside to wait for her on the corner. Now it looked like rain, and the last of the partygoers had left, locking the building back up.
Just when she thought that she'd have to hail a cab, a police car turned the corner. When it passed the female lawyer, it pulled over to the curb and stopped, lights flashing. "Huh.", she thought. "Wonder what's going on?"
The car door opened, and a rotund, tall officer got out, slowly walking around the car, a flashlight in his fat hand. He shined it at Jennifer, who had to shade her eyes.
"Good evening, officer."
He didn't say anything. He continued walking towards her, turning off the light when he was within a few feet of her. "Evening, ma'am. Why, exactly, are you standing out on this corner at this time of night?"
"I'm waiting for my ride to come back. You see, I'm a lawyer at this building.", she spoke, pointing to the law firm behind her. "We had a party tonight, and my friend who drove me is taking another friend home, and then will come back for me."
He was looking at her; his eyes had narrowed to slits. Nodding slowly, he spoke. "Yeah. I think that you're still waiting for the party to begin."
She blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Prostitution is a felony in this city. We have to get so many of those practitioners of 'the world's oldest profession', and you look like the best candidate I've seen all night. Yep, all dressed up and nobody to date." He then walked behind her, taking out his handcuffs. "C'mon, you're taking a little trip down to the station."
Jennifer was in shock. As he brought her arms around behind her, she asked, "What? You think I'm a whore? I told you, I'm a lawyer."
Placing the cuffs around her wrists, the policeman chuckled. "Is that so? I guess we'll find out at the station, won't we? Really, I don't care if you're the First Lady. This will go down in my record as a prostitution arrest, which will help me get that promotion. Now, let's go."
Jen was both surprised and outraged. "No! I'm not a prostitute. I know the law. You can't just arrest me for being on this corner! Let me go!" Somehow she knew that further words would be useless, so she began to struggle against his grip on her arm.
"Oh, you want to make this hard, do you?" He pushed her the opposite way, and her body was slammed against the brick wall of the law office. She gasped, most of the breath taken out of her lungs. An intense feeling of frustration and anger was building up in her now. She felt herself breathing harder, trying to fight the impulse that the dark part of her mind wanted.
She spoke to the officer in a quiet voice, her consciousness battling the pressure in her head. "Please, don't do this. You - - don't understand. Please, let me go."
He laughed. "Let you go? Now why would I let my promotion go?" Laughing again, he pushed her even harder into the wall. "Resisting arrest. That's another point for the record. Now come here."
There was no point in fighting it anymore. She wouldn't win; the dark side of her personality was getting stronger, and now her body was ready to begin its amazing metamorphosis. Just before it began, she turned around in his grip. Bringing her head up, her short hair bouncing as she did so, she looked hard at this stupid man. He was still chuckling. However, when he looked back at her, the smile was wiped from his jowled face when he saw what had happened. The woman's eyes had changed; where there had been soft brown irises a few seconds ago, they had altered color to an unnatural shade of green!
"What the hell......", he whispered. The woman was breathing even harder now, her open mouth sucking in air as if it was going out of style. He blinked hard several times. Were his eyes toying with him, or was this lady somehow different than she had been? He looked her up and down, and then decided what had changed: her size. It appeared that her body was starting to distend, her skin having paled under the glare of the street light. The sleeves of her dark blue blouse appeared to be a little higher on her arms. Then something began to happen that almost floored the crooked cop.
Before his very eyes, her skin began to take on a light green hue. She grunted loudly, still staring right at him. He couldn't take that hideous green stare, so he shifted his gaze down to the street, still unsure as to what to do: stay here or run back to his patrol car, with or without this strange and frightening woman. As he did so, his eyes locked on another sight. Her legs were spasming underneath the pantyhose, starting to bulk up, muscles increasing in size. Her open-toed shoes were appearing to move. He realized that it was her feet growing inside that was causing them to bulge, the leather groaning. Suddenly, when her legs gave a particularly violent surge of growth, the fabric of her hose began to split. Small at first, the tears around her calves enlarged as her legs continued their augmentation.
He switched his wide eyes back to her high-heeled shoes. He saw that her light green toes also were attacking the hose. It had ripped open, curling up her slowly-enlarging feet. Abruptly, Jennifer's stance shifted, caused by the increasing weight of her changing body. This made the heel of her right shoe to collapse, followed by the left. He glanced up; the loss of her heels hadn't seemed to change her height any. In fact, she seemed taller than she had originally been. Her hands were hooked into claws, her wrists moving in a small circle as she moved her arms to the cuffs' limits. He could see the gold ring on one of her fingers beginning to lose its circular shape, starting to warp around her inflating finger. Her mouth was open, loud grunts and groans coming from the tortured female. Her lips had filled out some, having become a dark green. But still those green eyes bore right through him.
More tearing sounds brought his attention back to her lower body. Her hose had many runs and tears in it now, the light green skin pushing through it like it wasn't even there. It then snapped in several pieces, the parts above her knees staying on, still stretching around her inflating thighs, while the lower pieces fell to the street. Her shoes were at the extent of their stretching; they just couldn't take any more, and her feet were still getting larger. Her bare toes were lengthening and widening, which was putting an unbearable burden on the fronts of the doomed footwear. While small splits were forming around the sides and tops of the shoes, her toes were widening the hole in their fronts. When they touched the pavement, they curled slightly, enjoying their newfound freedom. Jen's green feet then began to accelerate the destruction of her too-small shoes. The rips in the tops doubled in size, meeting those coming from the sides. With a last groan of protesting leather, what was left of her black shoes were blown apart, revealing her still-growing bare feet.
Jennifer gave a small sigh of pleasure as the intense pressure and pain around her feet was suddenly relieved. She finally took her eyes of the dumb cop to see that her shoes had come apart, the pieces spread all over the sidewalk. The pain inside herself was as large as ever as her form grew ever-larger. She felt that the fabric of her black skirt had grown tight around her upper legs. Looking down, she saw that they had indeed risen up a few inches from her knees. It now looked more like a mini-skirt, except that it was even more tight. The shredded remains of her ill-fated stockings, which were still around her distending thighs, had more holes and rips created in it, more light green tissue shoving through the tears. Before her green eyes, when it was really biting into her skin, the many connected strips finally snapped off, sending pieces of torn stocking flying around her enlarging calves. The black belt around her waist had tightened, and was continuing to constrict as her hips slowly grew wider, making it even harder to breath.
Her blouse, likewise, was beginning to feel uncomfortable, the blue fabric still rising up her arms. She looked down and slightly behind her to look at one; it had gained sinew and muscle underneath the slightly-darker green color of her skin. The cuff of the sleeve then separated, having risen up her arm past her thicker wrist. The rips gained momentum as they rose up the tight sleeve, exposing more and more of her lengthening arm. The handcuffs were creating shrieking sounds as her wrists grew larger and her arms moved around the small chain. She clenched her hands into fists. The warping gold ring chose that moment to break, the metal making sharp tingling sounds as it bounced around.
She growled, a throaty, sexy sound. The blouse had become almost as a second skin. Looking over at the cop, she noticed through the pain of the transformation that she was now taller than him; he had to raise his fat neck to look her in the eye, which he seemed to not want to do. She closed her eyes, feeling her body continuing its change. The blouse couldn't take any more. The front between her two expanding breasts opened with the loud sound of ripping silk. As the tear widened and longer, the cop found that he couldn't take his eyes off her growing cleavage. Where before they had been small and pert, her breasts had now grown large enough to put serious strain on her white bra, green-tinged flesh making the garment fill out past its abilities.
The officer now wondered if this was just a dream; maybe too much greasy food and donuts. The woman that he had just tried to arrest was now becoming a sort of green-skinned goddess before his eyes. Her clothes were giving up any pretenses of covering her bulging physique. He saw that her arms had almost overpowered her blue sleeves. Her swelling biceps had pushed their way through the weak fabric, shredding the last vestiges of cloth off her powerful arms. Then, to his sudden fear, his handcuffs failed. With a sudden motion of her moving her arms apart, fingers spread, the cuffs' chain broke. The growing woman brought her arms down to her sides, the cuffs still on her green wrists. But they didn't last; she clenched her hands into fists again, and the motion of the sleek, powerful sinew and muscles of her wrists and forearms forced the warped metal rings to crack in multiple places, the metal pieces falling to the ground. Her legs were still getting longer and more bulky, but managing to keep a definite feminine curve to them. Her black skirt was very tight around her widening hips. The bottom hem suddenly tore in several places, her green thighs obliterating the fabric. The black belt around her waist was groaning; but it wasn't nearly as elastic as the skirt, as it had multiple breaks in its black-colored leather. It gave one last protestation, and then the leather beside the bending buckle broke. The two halves fell off her expanding waist to the black pavement.
Jennifer Walters' personality had almost faded to the far reaches of her mind, her darker half taking over her mutating body. The cop could see her dark green full lips moving, but no sound was coming forth. Finally, he could make out one word: "Damn." Then she let out a loud growl, followed by more groans as her body continuing to outgrow what was left of her clothes. Her butt, having gained definition and size, was now in the midst of making its own tears, showing off her very tight panties. The split of her blouse had gone all the way down, the silk having ripped down in back, as well. With a husky moan, she brought her hands up and tore the rest of the blouse off, letting it fall around her green feet. She then began to thrust her hips forward, making small grunting noises as she did so. With each thrust of her curvy, powerful green abdomen, the rips in the skirt became larger, until, with one final, hard thrust, the waistband broke, the ripped tatters taking a place on top of the pieces of her blue silk blouse.
The cop couldn't believe his eyes. "What a body!", his mind screamed. It wasn't finished yet. She had a snarl on her full lips, and was still making grunting sounds. Her underwear was extremely taut around her growing body. Her large, round green breasts were spilling out of her painfully-tight bra. Her ass also was much larger than the poor white panties that used to contain it. Small tears were forming in the cotton now, the green skin of her cheeks showing through. All of a sudden, with a sudden contraction of her muscles, and a loud, husky, sensuous moan, the panties literally broke into a bunch of white shreds that fell to the ground. He brought his eyes again to her massive chest. He couldn't comprehend how that garment could still be around those huge globes. Then he saw a sight that made him hard in an instant. The nipples of her breasts were punching their way through, dark green against the bright white fabric of the bra. When her tits had completely broke through the cups, he saw the left side strap snap, and then the right shoulder strap. Then the bra gave up the ghost, violently exploding off her huge breasts as the large green musclewoman arched her back.
The cop looked up, having to crane his neck to see her face. It had changed somewhat, but he could still see a resemblance in its structure to the woman that he had just tried to arrest a couple of minutes ago. Her hair had turned dark green and was flowing down a third of the way down her bare, smooth, muscled back. He looked her over: the tight butt; the long, muscled legs; her sexy bare feet; her slightly-sculpted belly; and her grand, perfect, hard breasts, heaving up and down with every breath of the jade she-titan.
The She-Hulk looked down at her former assailant; he was too busy gaping at her bust to pay any attention to her. That is, until she reached out a long, strong arm and grabbed a hold of his shirt with powerful green fingers. Lifting him up, she brought him right up to her, pushing her hard green breasts in his face.
"Little man wanted this. Now you take it." Moaning loudly, she pushed him harder into her chest. He couldn't hardly breath, but he didn't really care at this point. Just then, both of them heard a car approaching. She-Hulk removed him from between her massive cleavage. She turned her head around to see who was coming.
"Oh, I hope Jen can forgive me.", Lana Smith thought. "It took longer than expected to get Johnny home and settled. Ah, here's the office, so that means..Jen......Oh, my God."
She had turned the corner to see a massive, green-skinned woman holding up a police officer. She was completely naked, the remains of clothing around her ankles. When she saw Lana's car, she dropped the cop, turned around and ran down a nearby alley as fast as her powerful green legs and bare feet could take her. Lana stopped the car and ran towards the policeman.
"Are you O.K.?" she asked.
He was shaking his head. "No, lady, I ain't O.K. I think I've had one too many chilidogs tonight." They both turned to look at the hulked-out Jennifer Walters until she was out of sight.

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[jhunter]

Very descriptive! Been a while since I read a good growth sequence in such detail. Nice work.