Sam barged into the room and stared in shock at what he saw.
"Hello, Sam," the woman cooed.
To Captain America, growing up in the Great Depression, wasteful and selfish greed was the greatest evil. Thus, the figure he had become was a huge, obese woman currently lounging on the bed.
Her pudgy face split into a lustful grin as Sam entered and she fluttered her long lashes.
"How are you doing, Sammy?" she purred.
"C-Cap?"
"Mmmm, call me 'Stefanie.' That seems to suit me, doesn't it?" As the former Captain America shifted position, her huge tits shook.
"Well--"
"Sammy, I need your help. Poor Tony is soooo worried about me that he's kept me in this room, and it's very frustrating. Don't you think I would be much more useful to figuring out what is going on and helping the team if I was let out?"
Captain America's highly tactical mind was still just as effective as before, simply... focused in a different direction. Right now Steffany had three goals in mind: to get well-fed, to get well-fucked, and to make certain no one would be able to turn her back.
She was through letting ungrateful wimps and losers push her around and make her do stuff for them. Now she was only going to focus on the one person who really mattered: herself.
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Calvin Zabo smiled to himself. The results with Captain America had been interesting... very interesting indeed. But a good scientist does many tests before determining the exact results. Time to test his potion on someone else... in a more controlled environment.