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Black Cat smirked as she remembered Tigra. That skank loved to waltz her furry ass all over, making everyone believe she was the #1 cat. While now she was going to do a whole lot less waltz....
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Tigra purred as she walked over to the fridge. She felt hungry, really hungry. She purred harder as she noticed a salmon, a raw chicken, and some cream.
A short time later, she headed out of the kitchen, now on all fours. It felt so much more comfortable than trying to balance on two feet.
Tigra looked different now. She was larger and quite a bit fluffier, with a thick coat of fur, a long tail, and ... two extra pairs of breasts under her regular one.
She yawned. Time to sleep. Eating, sleeping, getting fucked whenever she was in heat. Nothing else really seemed important to her. Fighting? Thinking? BORING. Talking? Only if she was saying something like "Tigra hungry" or "Tigra horny."
The fat furry catgirl curled-up on a sofa. She looked less like a tiger and more like some big fat pampered Persian cat (though still with stripes), a lazy, partly-human pet. She was naked except for a glimmering diamond collar that displayed her name as "Tigra"
and said "if found, return to Avengers Mansion."
Tigra snored. Felt nice.
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