She-Hulk let out another belch; a long, low rumbling with a bark at the end. A strange warmth had begun to radiate from her belly. She clutched at the heavy lump and groaned.

"Did I eat too much?" she wondered aloud. Suddenly she realized the mass of food was shrinking! Gas bubbled up in waves, forcing her to burp again. A fart escaped her butt. She laid on the floor, wrappers crumpling beneath her head, rubbing at her stomach as it diminished with every eruption of gas. 

"Hhhngh?" she grunted. It felt like her nightie was shrinking! Her breasts were swelling up, forcing big mounds of cleavage to grow out of her neckline. The satiny lingerie stretched around her torso and rode up over her hips. Her fitness-model rear was getting rounder, bigger, softer. Her legs thickened, forcing her thighs to brush each other. "What the (burp) hell is happening?"

Jen got to her feet and ran to her room, feeling her body jiggle and quake with every step. She struggled with her nighty as she went, and winced as she heard it rip as she forced it off. Her eyes widened as she beheld herself in the mirror.

Her belly had indeed shrunk, but now it was plump and soft, pooching outwards in a gentle curve. Her tits had grown bigger and sagged slightly as they rested on the slope of her belly, her fat nipples pointing downwards. Her face seemed to be a bit rounder and fuller, and she could see the beginnings of a double chin beneath her jawline. She saw that her hips had widened, giving her a slight pear-shape, and her butt...

"Ohmigod!" She gasped. "I've got a ghetto booty! I can't have a ghetto booty!" Her rear stuck out with a pronounced roundness, accentuating the swell of her tummy. Her thighs were thick, rubbing against each other with every movement, and her legs tapered down to a pair of cankled feet.

"Huh?" Jen looked closer. "Stubble? I shaved my legs last night!" She squeezed her gut in and saw that the 'landing strip' she maintained with adamantium clippers had disappeared, as the rest of her pubic hair had apparently caught up with it, giving her a fuzzy covering from her vulva trailing up to her navel. She didn't need to lift her arm to know what that itchy sensation was in her armpit.

"What is happening?" She demanded to her zaftig reflection. "This is crazy! I need to-- need to..."