Entry for December 07, 2008

ohmygawdomhmygawdohmygawd.

I lost a day. A whole day.

Last thing I remember was...uh... touching myself while looking a porn teaser videos on the internet and I'm getting more worked up than I though possible, or wanted to be, but I couldn't stop. My hands slam down on the keyboard as each heart beat becomes massive hammerfall in my ears. My bra and panties look to be two sizes too small and getting worse. Each heart beat pumps this... energy through me and something is building, I see green-

And then I'm awake, its morning and I'm naked. Again. As I sit down to eat some breakfast and catch the news, I realize its Saturday morning. My mind raced, I blacked out for an entire day. What am I going to tell work? Is it going to get worse, longer gaps?! Its then I found my underwear. The bra is ruined, whole thing is stretched out of shape, the stitching of the cups has torn and the rear clasp is just shattered plastic. My panties are worse, their snapped at the crotch and at hip on one side, as if something incredibly strong just tore them off.

Thankfully now I've had a bit of time to sit and ponder, thankfully I didn't change last night (as far as I know...) and I've began to make some sense of it. The forumla did work, just not in the way I intended. I'm a...uh... "She-Hulk". I don't think it worked in the way Doc intended either (I guess anyway). There seems to be no common trigger, save it happens at night, and I get far bigger than I wanted (or Doc intended, again I'm guessing). The flashes of green are glimpses of myself. I have no idea how big, except much bigger than a 12B (Aus) bra, and strong enough to effortlessly tear clothing off.

I'm scared in part because I can't control whats happening and because I just black out, but part of me is curious. What do I look like? I've seen photos of other people who've become something like me, but they all vary. And those photos don't tell me what it feels like. I know the lead-up, and that felt pretty good last time. The local news bueltin keep trumpeting on about how the police can't locate the massive green skined humanoid was sighted Thursday night, which also means I've been roaming about nude, so I guess that means I really like it.

But can I say its me when I don't remember what happens? But who else could it be, its my body, right?