Stepping into her apartment
and dropping her keys on the table nearby, Vixen sighed with exhaustion.
Slipping out of her shoes she went over to her refrigerator to get a drink
after a long day at work. Mari McCabe had come back from a photo shoot, one
that took well over 8 hours before the camera man ran out of film and decided
to finish for the night. “Ugh… If I see another camera flash, it’ll be too
soon.” Turning from the fridge with a glass of orange juice she sat heavily on
her couch and turned on her television. The news reported something of a break
in at the local museum, one that destroyed a collection of priceless statues.
“Hmm, thugs are getting
sloppy, I remember when thieves used to STEAL priceless art not blow it up.”
Just when she was about to
change the channel a bright light like some giant firefly flew in through her
open window and circled around her living room before shooting straight into
her body. “WHAT THE…” Before she could even react, she felt her muscles throb.
Standing up straight she winced and gasped when the button to her jeans popped,
her leggings splitting at the seams to make room for her bulging leg muscles
and her expanding rear. Arching her back she thrust out her chest, feeling her
breasts swell off her chest one cup size for every boom of her beating heart. Gasping
for breath she slowly reached for her tightening blouse, ripping it open and
finally letting her expanding bust room to breath. She didn’t even have the
change to undo her bra before it snapped at the back. The entire time Mari
moaned and wailed, tossing her dark tresses while power and pleasure rocked
through her.
When the changes stopped
Vixen had the chance to get a hold of herself and look herself over.
She was taller, almost half
a foot so. Her long legs were stout with muscle, with broad hips and thick
thighs. Looking behind herself her eyes widened at the sight of her apple
bottom rear. Moving up she found her stomach had firm abs along with her arms
sporting muscles of their own. Even her shoulders and chest had broadened, all
to make room for her new G-cup sized breasts. Hefting one with her hand she bit
her lip at how sensitive they had become, her nipple instantly going stiff in
her palm. She had become an amazon, a goddess.
But then she felt a heat
burn inside of her, one that sent shivers through her entire body and flooded
her mind with images. Images of her in a lush jungle, yet this version of her
was even curvier, full bodied and sporting a pregnant belly that stood out from
her like a beach ball. Naked and covered in tattoos Vixen was surrounded by
dozens of men and women with dozens more children scampering at their feet and
hers. They followed her through the jungle like a herd of animals, and it wasn’t
until she looked closer at them all that she noticed that they all had the same
skin, hair and eye colour as she did. They were her children; they were ALL her
children.
Waking up, Vixen purred and
sniffed the air like a jungle cat. Sashaying into her bedroom she tore away at
her ruined cloths and put on a dress that clung to her expanded curves and
muscles like a second skin. “I am VIXEN, Goddess of the herd!” Pleased with her
look she stormed out of her apartment and made her way out into the open night.
*
Natasha Romanov huffed in
annoyance when she went to the women’s washroom in the Avengers mansion and
locked the door behind her, Tony tried to hit on her… Again. He and Pepper
broke up like what? A couple days ago and already he’s fishing for another lady
friend. Washing her hands and moistening a paper towel to dab at her neck she
was suddenly caught off guard when a bright light flew in from the upper vent
and circled her before flying straight into her mouth. For a brief second the
Black Widow didn’t know what to do, until she felt a rush of warmth spread
through her body, making her pant from the heat.
Fanning herself she could
hear and feel the seams of her one piece suit creak and groan, stitching
popping at her hips and shoulders while the front zipper slowly travelled down
to expose more and more cleavage by the second.
Her red hair was growing
longer, wild and unkempt it flowed behind her until it reached past her lower
back. By now her costume was skin tight and getting tighter when the seams
finally burst, exposing her legs and arms while the front finally burst open. Her
red lace panties and bra creaked and tightened until her panties drew into a
thong and her cleavage was forced up to reach her chin before the clasp at the
front finally snapped.
Her shoes burst at the toes
and heel, her stance changing with her small increase in height. When the
changes stopped Natasha panted and gripped the bathroom sink to level herself
just before looking at herself in the mirror. If she was considered beautiful before,
now she was stunning. Statuesque and voluptuous she was like a goddess made
flesh, high cheek bones, pert ruby red lips, her blue eyes alone could have
captivated any man that stared into them for too long… That is if they weren’t
distracted by her G-cup deep cleavage. Her long red hair was almost like a lion’s
mane and she doubted a brush could ever tame it, the way it flowed past her
shoulders and back. But when the physical transformation had subsided a
different one tried to occur in her mind. Blasted with intense arousal and hallucinations,
Natasha moaned clasping the sides of her head. Bombarded with images of her on
her back, naked in a field cradling a pregnant belly and deep in the throes of
labour. All around her were men and women tending to her while dozens of
children frolicked nearby. All of them sharing the same ruby red hair as her.
Opening her eyes with a
growl, Natasha licked her plump lips and turned to exit the washroom, the idea
of finishing what Tony started blaring through her mind. But when she got to
the door handle she hesitated, her body going rigid while wincing as if in
pain.
“N-No! I… I am Natasha
Rominov! I am NOT some sex… Sex starved harlot, I am… I am the BLACK WIDOW!!!”
Gasping and reeling back,
Natasha felt the rampaging heat in her loins and chest dying off, her sense of
control returning. “What the hell happened to me?!” Looking down at her Amazonian
physique the former assassin needed answers, and despite what she almost went
to do she knew only one person who would have answers.