She isn't sure how long it lasted, or how long she'd been out but Tigra awakened feeling content. She'd done as Tony commanded her and been thoroughly pleasured in return. Had she really...? With all those men? Two parts of her mind were battling out to be either proud and happy or disgusted and alarmed.
Her body was sore in that pleasant sort of way after a good bout of training, and as her senses came into focus it occurred to her that she actually had no idea where she was. A bed, at least. That was different. Not a bed like back home, but the first bed she'd awoken in since coming to this world - a token of Stark's hospitality, though she was forced to balance that against the collar he put around her neck. For her protection, he'd said. The rest of the room, a dull stone chamber with only a few torches for light, a brass mirror and... a red-headed serving girl laying out some clothes. The girl was similarly exaggerated like Tigra herself, all massive breasts and cartoon curves barely contained in servant's rags, a face stamped with eroticism.
The girl noticed Tigra had begun to stir, and a look of alarm shot across her face. She hurriedly dropped the clothes she'd brought and rushed out of the room. The face had seemed familiar - Angelica? Had that been Firestar? Tigra tried to call out but her voice was hoarse after just waking up, pulled her legs to swing out of bed but found them unsteady and her balance completely shot.
Pushing back the blanket, she tried to stand again, slower, and still found it much more difficult than she should. After another struggle, she did make it to her feet but the complications became obvious. She looked down and tried to view her body but all she got for it was tit. Her breasts had been oversized before but not they were rather preposterous. Of course - she'd learned the consequences of this world, and begun to understand a method to the changes. And how many of Lord Sta- Tony's men had she been with? She hadn't been able to count.
Looking at the dim reflection in the brassy mirror, she was a little stunned. The figure standing there was her, but not as she remembered. The muscles in her arms had all but winnowed away, her thighs had softened - still thick but with pleasant plushness rather than the hardened physique of a veteran hero. Small blessings, a few experimental motions proved she still had just enough muscle to move gracefully with her outrageous body. Her hips had widened even further, her behind full and inviting, and her waist had pulled in - again bereft of most of those core muscles she'd worked so hard for. All of that was, of course, in the shadow of her breasts - boobs that seemed to dominate her upper body. Lifting her arm forward meant pushing aside her breast (and, with a shudder, a pleasurable rub as well). Sensitive beyond reason, she only dared heft one for more than a moment - confirming that, duh, Greer, they were heavy. They seemed the center of her body anymore, every other feature could be ignored as eyes were drawn to her chest - and as pleasurable as they were, a part of her was welcomed the attention.
But that had been far from the end of the changes - her face, too had it's features softened, her nose now a small pert button, and the scowling she was making as she examined her body's changes looked more like a fussy pout. Trying harder to scowl only served to make her look domineering in some erotic way. Relenting with anger, her distress made her look pleading, begging. Her strength, her anger, she tried to hold onto it all, but looking at herself, it was clear she was only built for one thing. She was a... what, sex kitten? Is that the obvious joke? Just the thought started to stir warmth and wetness down lower, heat flushing through her body. Why did that arouse her? She needed to think, focus. Get a grip. Find Tony - if she could even trust Tony - or someone else, get out of here - but to where? Focus, while her thoughts were still sensible, about anything else than fucking. Fucking seemed like a good idea, though, right? No, focus. Her tail, determined to undermine her focus, brushed and probed between her legs, with a mind of it's own - and it was clear what was on that mind.
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