Tigra ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, primarily she was focusing on eating fish and drinking the stuff down with milk but she focused on a few other possible dishes here and there. For the most part however she was barely even aware of just what she was eating
all she could say for a certainty was that she was hungry, and that she was eating.
Strangely no matter how much she ate she never seemed to be getting any fuller, at least not until she had stuffed herself past the bounds of anything resembling a normal sized meal. To her surprise the chair's in this place seemed to have been made of something
strong enough to support even her newer larger body but she was barely even aware of the fact.
In truth Tigra wasn't aware of much of anything at the moment, having glutted herself so completely it felt as though a gigantic lead weight had settled into her stomach and even with her super strength she doubted that she'd be able to get up at the moment.
“My, my Tubby Tabby, you've become a real fat cat haven't you?” Asked a mocking male voice as someone sat down none to far from her.
Greer could only just barely manage to gather up enough energy to slowly and turn her body around about ninety <nobr><a href="#">degrees to</a></nobr> get a good look at whoever was addressing her.
“Blob... what are you doing here?” The swollen superheroine asked slowly, god even her tongue felt like it was fat as all get out making it harder than normal for her to shape words.
“Just minding my <nobr><a href="#">own business</a></nobr>. What's the matter are you gonna try and arrest me?” The supervillain taunted her, leaving Tigra stuck between a fat mutant and what felt like her own even fatter gut.