He finds a plaything

Trish Simmons was dressed to kill. For this night of clubbing, her golden-brown hair fell in beautiful waves around her head and shoulders. Her gorgeous facial features were enhanced by well-applied makeup: a little rouge under her high cheekbones, some dark eyeliner around her big brown eyes, and blood-red lipstick on her full, kissable lips. Her white spaghetti-strap tank top fit her body like a silk glove, revealing lots of cleavage, as well as every curve, muscle, and nipple underneath its opaque fabric. She wore no bra or panties. The top's color contrasted nicely with her glowing, tanned skin. About four inches of her flat belly and navel showed above her tight, black hip-hugger jeans. She was not very tall, even in her red cowboy boots with three inch heels that got her up to about five and a half feet tall. Her ass wiggled with each step, and her breasts had a mind of their own with their delightful gyrations.

All the guys at that last bar were either losers or people she had fucked in the last six months, none of them warranting a return engagement with the hungry pussy. The dancing just got her horny and frustrated as she mentally rejected man after man. She had left to hit another club a little more than a block away.

"I wish I had a man worthy of fucking. Someone to really get me off," she said out loud to nobody in particular.

As she continued to walk, her heels clicking on the sidewalk, she heard a high whistling from above her. She automatically looked up to see a dark mass falling from a great height. It landed in the street with a loud thud, shaking the pavement and sidewalk profoundly. Trish was knocked off-balance and into the wall of the building she was next to, and it took a couple seconds to figure out that the form was a huge man, like the all-time champion bodybuilder, except his skin was noticeably green, even in the dim street lights.

As he approached her, she saw the look of primal lust in his eyes and the pulsing, luminescent green monster cock sticking out rigidly from his mammoth loins. Trish freaked, screamed, and passed out, slumping to the concrete.

The gamma-ray-induced monster looked at this woman with intense desire. All the frustrations of a repressed scientist were released from his mind by the transformation. He gently lifted her lithe form in his arms and made another prodigious leap into the night.