Author: [smitty] Don't Make Her Angry | #FMG

[king22222000]

I was reading on the Valkyrie story section and was intrigued by a series written by Smitty. I was wondering if he's still writing or what and if not, would someone please take up his writings? Does he have a email address to write?

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Don't Make Her Angry
by smitty
A muscle growth story
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Tuesday the 23rd, this was the day.  Elise had been waiting for this
day for months, since TransCon Cable announced it was adding the Sci-Fi
Channel to its lineup.
It was almost too good to be true.  At 9 a.m., IT would be on.  That's
why she set her alarm extra early.  There'd be no classes today, no way. 
This was too important.
For months, Elise telephoned TransCon's regional headquarters,
requesting they add Sci-Fi Channel.  There was the letter-writing
campaign, followed quickly by a flurry of faxes.  Finally, the work paid
off.  She stayed up late the night before just so she could see the
International Channel disappear at midnight, replaced by Sci-Fi.
Nervousness turned to giddiness at 12:01 a.m. when the Sci-Fi Channel
logo appeared, followed by a disclaimer for some informercial.  It
didn't matter.  Elise knew that in the morning, the regular programming
would start.  And that meant, dare she think it, "The Incredible Hulk"
at 9 o'clock.  She set the timer on the VCR, but made sure she'd be
awake to see the first episode live, so to speak.
So the clock radio kicked in around 8:40, followed five minutes later
by the clock on top of the TV.  She was taking no chances.
At about 8:55, she made sure everything was right -- the pillows were
propped up just so, she had a glass of orange juice on the nightstand
and the volume was just right.
The credits were rolling on the preceding show and Elise made sure she
was comfortable.  Her mind raced back to when she was in high school and
reruns of "The Incredible Hulk" were on a local station.  She knew she
was one of the few girls who watched the show and also was aware it was
extremely popular with her brother and his friends.
She remembers interrupting them while they were together in the
basement one day after school.  One by one, each would do a set of bench
presses, then look into the full-length mirror and strike a Lou
Ferrigno-as-the-Hulk pose.
She didn't dare tell any of them, especially her brother, that she
shared their fantasy.  As far back as she could remember, Elise dreamt
of being as powerful as the Hulk.  Alone at night in her room, she would
cut away fabric from some of her t-shirt and sweatshirts and pretend she
had "grown" out of them.
Even then, Elise taped every episode, eventually using up all of her
blank videotapes.  She watched all of some episodes, but often would
fast forward 15 minutes into an episode to see the first transformation,
then fast forward ahead another half-hour to see the second.
But there was that fateful afternoon, a cloudy Monday, she recalled,
when she turned on the TV to find her favorite show replaced by
"Animaniacs."
At first, she thought it was a mistake.  But when "Animaniacs" was on
again the next day and Wednesday and Thursday, there was no mistake.
Elise never told anyone how angry she was and a year later she was off
to college.  But before that, she found out that "The Incredible Hulk"
was being shown on the Sci-Fi Channel.  And that sent into motion the
one-woman campaign with TransCon.
Now it was November 23rd, the first full day the Sci-Fi Channel was on
her cable system.  And in about three minutes, the familiar opening
would begin with Bill Bixby sitting in his chair, about to be bombarded
by gamma rays. This was too good to be true, she thought.  No annoying
parents or brothers and sisters to interrupt.  She took a sip of orange
juice and realized her hands were trembling slightly in anticipation.
The credits from the previous show were still rolling when the idyllic
morning was shattered by the shrill ring of the phone.  "Oh shit, not
now," she said aloud.
Elise rolled out of bed, falling to all fours when she reached the
cold, wood floor.  She scurried to the phone, almost knocking it off her
desk.
"What?" she shouted.
It was her friend, Kelly, wanting to know where to meet her for the
walk across campus to their first class.
"I'm not going to class," Elise blurted.  "I mean, I'm not feeling very
well and I'm sleeping in, OK?"
Before Kelly could get in another word, she cut her off:  "I'm sorry,
but I'm really not feeling well.  I'll see you at dinner or something."
She slammed down the phone, turned quickly to see a commercial taking
the place of the credits on the TV before darting back to the security
of her bed.
Another commercial followed, enabling Elise to return to her comfort
level.  She adjusted the volume slightly, but noticed the sun was
casting a glare on the screen through the venetian blinds.  Her head
shifted quickly, from the TV to the blinds and back again.  "I don't
believe this," she said, her voice again registering in the empty dorm
room.
She tossed off the blanket, put down the remote control and trudged
over to the window, adjusting the blinds to filter out the sun.  As she
turned, she could hear the familiar narration about Dr. David Banner.
She scurried back to the bed, propped up the pillows anew and settled
in, a grin slowly spreading across her face.
"Physician, scientist, searching for a way to tap into the hidden
strengths that all humans have," it began, the familiar piano soundtrack
in the background.
"Then an accidental overdose of gamma radiation alters his body
chemistry.  And now, when David Banner grows angry or outraged, a
startling metamorphosis occurs.
"The creature is driven by rage and pursued by an investigative
reporter ... "
Elise mouthed the words as they tumbled out of Bill Bixby's mouth: "Mr.
McGee, don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
She felt a shiver of ecstacy race up her spine as she settled back to
watch her favorite show.
The narration concluded:  "The creature is wanted for a murder he
didn't commit.  And David Banner is believed to be dead and must let the
world think that he is dead, until he can find a way to control the
raging spirit that dwells within him."
With that, Elise stood, her tiny frame barely placing stress on her
bed, and mimicked the growling Hulk on her TV screen.
This was perfect, she thought.  Alone, no classes, free to watch her
favorite show for the first time in years.
The opening montage faded to a commercial and Elise reached for the
juice.  But again, the bucolic scene was interrupted by the phone.
Irritated, she stomped back to the desk.  "This better be important,"
she began.
"Hello, Ms. Colvin, I'm calling from Sears Home Improvement.  This week
only, we're offering ... "  Again, the phone was slammed down, only this
time, Elise got down on her knees and removed the cord from the wall.
"No more distractions," she thought.
This time, however, she didn't even make it back to the bed when there
was a knock on the door.  She made a furtive glance toward the TV and
gritted her teeth when she saw the credits rolling for the start of the
show.  She stormed to the door, flung it open and was greeted by a
rotund, disheveled man in a gray uniform. 
"I'm from Alpha Exterminatin'," he said.  "I'm s'posed to work on this
floor tonight.  Shouldn't take a coupla minutes."
"No, not now it won't," Elise replied.  "I'm busy right now, you'll
have to come back later or tomorrow."
The dumpy exterminator peered over her slight frame.  "You, uh, don't
look too busy."
"Well, that's none of your damn business," she replied, slamming the
door shut simultaneously.
By the time Elise turned back to the TV, another commercial was on and
that meant only one thing -- she missed the first transformation.
"Sonofa ... " she muttered, dejectedly walking back to the bed.  "I
don't believe this."
But there was one salvation:  She was taping the episode and watch it
again later."
Exasperated, she retreated to the bed, grasped the remote control and
again adjusted the volume.  She waited for the inane commercials to end
and the reluctant smile returned with the program.  "I've waited four
years, I can wait a few more minutes," she thought to herself, trying to
calm down from the events of the past 15 minutes.
Elise was relaxing, her back about to hit the pillow when the picture
disappeared from the TV screen, replaced by snow and static. 
Immediately, she straightened.
"I don't believe this," she exclaimed.  "This is ridiculous!"
She pressed the buttons on the remote control, racing through the dial
with similar results -- every channel was gone.
"You've got to be kidding," Elise grumbled.
She raged over to the phone, grabbed the receiver and forcefully poked
each button while dialing the number for the cable company.  When she
put the receiver to her ear she was greeted by nothing, no sound. 
"Agggh," she muttered, returning to her knees to put the cord back in
the wall.
Again, only with more force, she dialed the number.  It rang once
before Elise was greeted by, "Hello, you have reached TransCon cable. 
For the month of November, we are offering a special Viewer's Choice
offer.  Purchase one movie and receive the second at half-price.  Our
selections include "Jingle All The Way," starring Arnold Schwarzenegger,
and "The Fifth Element," with Bruce Willis.  To order a movie, simply
call (888) 388-8888.
"TransCon cable's office is open from 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Monday
through Friday," the emotionless recording continued, serving only to
raise Elise's frustration level.
"To reach our sales department, press 1.  To order a Viewer's Choice
movie, press 2.  To change or adjust existing service, press 3.  To
reach our advertising department, press 4.  To report a service outage,
press 5."
"Finally," Elise thought as she poked the number five on her phone.
"You've reached the TransCon service hotline.  All of our
representatives are busy.  Please hold for the first available
representative."
With each word, Elise's grip on the phone tightened.  When the words
became insipid music, she put the receiver in her other hand.
One minute became two became five.  Finally, a male voice abruptly
ended the music.  "Hi, I'm Kyle, how can I assist you?"
She almost blurted it all out in one breath.  She explained the
problem, the loss of service on all channels, finally mentioning
something about how this was no way to run a cable company.  Then she
waited for a reply.
Nothing.  No voice, no music, nothing.  Elise's eyes widened as she
stepped back and looked at the phone like it was a foreign object.  "I
don't fucking believe this," she said, slamming the receiver onto the
phone and smashing it to pieces.
She took a deep breath, both hands still shaking as she tried to
control her anger.  She ran over everything in her head, shaking it in
disbelief.  Then she glanced back at the blank TV screen and seethed. 
And a voice inside her said to hell with restraint.  She had every
reason to be angry, what's wrong with that?
So she stepped back to the phone, clenched her right hand into a fist
and slammed it down, cutting her hand on the plastic and sending pieces
of the unit flying across the desk.
"Agggh," she exclaimed, looking at her bloodied hand. 
Strangely, the pain shot throughout her body, catching Elise by
surprise.  She fell forward, supporting herself against the desk with
her left hand while still holding the right one aloft.
The feeling was new to the petite co-ed, who watched as her left arm
began twitching.  "What the?" she thought as her clothing felt snug,
even tight.
Unable to focus, her mind a combination of rage and pain, she gave into
her anger and allowed it to envelop her.
All of the planning, all of the waiting, ruined by some stupid,
faceless, money-grubbing cable company.  And that stupid, lecherous
exterminator and the telemarketer -- fury welled within.
The rage began taking shape, Elise could feel it.  It was all so
strange, so new, but it felt so right.
She didn't even think about fighting what was happening to her, nor did
she notice that the reception was back on the TV.
If she had, she would have seen Banner's eye ablaze with that familiar
glow, his feet bursting from their shoes and his flannel work short
ripping apart.
That was all a blur to Elise, who could sense a powerful force growing,
radiating from the core of her being.
There was pain, but it was accompanied by a warmth that felt so
invigorating.  It crept along her shoulders and down into her arms,
filling them with never-before-felt strength. It was indescribable but
as the feeling grew do did the discomfort.
Elise felt pressure being exerted on her arms, like something fighting
to get out.  She battled it for a moment but gave in and watched as her
arms exploded.  First her lithe upper arms swelled against the flimsy
fabric of her oversized night shirt. In seconds, round muscle tissue
burst through the material, expanding by the second.
It all became clear to Elise in one spectacular moment.  To hell with
the absurd television program, she was becoming what she always
fantasized.  Like so many times as a youth, she imitated the Hulk,
flexing her arms and splitting the once-baggy night shirt up the middle
of the back.
It was the most exhilirating of rushes as her supple body changed,
transformed into a growing pillar of muscle.  She grew taller, fast
approaching the ceiling, hair flowing down her sensuous, muscular back.
Elise tore what was left of the night shirt off and flung it at the
television.  She was now naked from the waist up and her body was still
in the process of metamorphosis.
Her once shapeless torso became streamlined, her abdomen growing
outward but only slightly.  This was anything but fat as the once soft
and feminine tummy became hard, small indentations forming definite
ridges of muscle, creating an cobblestone-like effect.
The upper body grew outward, lats spreading like wings.  Her shoulders
thickened, became round bulbs of muscle.  More knots of muscle formed on
her rapidly thickening back. The effect also spread over Elise's lower
body.  Her thin thighs filled with fiber and sinew until they strained
against the flannel shorts.
Calves bulged, criss-crossed by veins which pressed through the skin to
form a road map up and down her rapidly growing legs.
Small tears appeared at the bottom of Elise's shorts.  It wasn't long
before they became larger and larger, the tear becoming a rip which ran
up the seam.
Soon, the only shard of clothing left on her body was the elastic band
around her waist and flaps of material which covered her butt and groin.

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