It had been a few hours of rest when Gamora slowly opened her eyes and stretched from her spot on the couch, scratching an itch under her arm before getting up to clear her head. Her sleep was plagued with strange dreams, visions of terrible creatures that dwarfed even Knowhere devouring whole worlds like maggots would a ripe fallen apple. It was disturbing enough that she had to carry herself over to the washroom and splash water onto her face to clear her head. But as soon as she looked up to see her reflection Gamora was soundly reminded of her current state.
Turning her face left and right she traced a clawed finger over the smooth translucent green skin on her cheek down to her chin, pursing her lips before opening her mouth wide enough to look into her mouth. Rows of fanged teeth lined her jaws along with a slithering long tongue that traced over their razor sharp edges, yet couldn’t be cut by them. Scratching her scalp, dozens of writhing tentacles growing from where her hair should be coiled and wrapped around her fingers like an octopus, moving her hand over she felt up one of her gnarled horns, growing out from where her ears should be.
“Awoken from one nightmare to behold another it seems…”
Taking a step back Gamora turned to look at the effects of last night’s binge. If her trainers were still alive they would have flogged her for the body she had right now; broad hips, meaty rear, thick thighs, soft belly and large breasts… The word ‘cow’ came to mind when she cupped her large breasts and observed their heft in her hands. Turning and giving her reflection a pose the green female creature gave a sour look at her matronly figure. “To think that the great Gamora has been reduced to a plump monster harlot, if only I could…” Focusing on her soft stomach she was surprised to see it recede somewhat, feeling the now tighter portion of her naval she narrowed her eyes and began to concentrate. Within seconds the fat and bulk she had gained in the last day or so had begun to melt away. Her stomach smoothed and hardened until she regained her abs, her arms and legs became more defined, taking back the muscular and firm skin she had before becoming a mother of two. When her concentration and will finally stopped the changes she looked back to see her figure as it once was, toned and athletic once more. “Intriguing.” Giving herself a new look over she finally smiled about her current state. “It would seem I have more control over my body then I once thought.”
And yet she found some odd details that were hard to miss, for one her breasts were still large and firm as ever, along with her hips and rear, noticing her booty hadn’t deflated nor had her breasts diminished. Not only that she was taller now, if she had to guess she was now 3 inches taller. “I… I can control my mass, all of it, mold my body into whatever I please.”
Stepping out of the washroom she looked down at her arm, concentrating again she willed her finger nails longer, forming sharp talons before returning them to normal. Flattening the jutting spikes in her arm into armoured scales then back again. “Incredible!”
A shrill cry from the couch alerted the woman back to her twin daughters, heading to the living room she had found them reverted back to the squirming, tentacled beings they had been born as, crying out for their mother’s attention. Returning her arm to normal she picked them both up and brought them to her full breasts to latch onto her erect nipples, lulling her head back from the sensation of two mouths suckling at her sensitive nubs. “Shhhh, there now, your mother’s here.” Sitting back on the couch Gamora fed and pet the heads of her two children, their activity calming down while they laid peacefully in her arms, cradling them affectionately until they had their fill she set them back onto the leather cushions to see them change again. Becoming smooth skinned with red hair.
“Despite this being a nightmare, motherhood seems to suite me.” Gently tracing a clawed finger over Siri’s red hair the woman was startled by a chime at the door. Startled and panicked she looked around to find something, anything to wear, opting to wrap a towel around herself and pause at the door. Closing her eyes, she willed herself back to being smooth skinned, her writhing tentacles returning to vibrant red hair and her spikes retreating back into her flesh before she opened the door.