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The new Superia sighed in contentment as she lounged on her massive divan and watched Nightshade happily paint the bloated woman's nails.
The remnants of Captain America in the figure's brain had made a few more subtle changes to her mind. Instead of calling herself "Stephanie-Pearl Gross," she now thought of herself as just "Stephanie Gross" or "Steffy" for short. She'd also decided to move
away from the whole "pink" look.
Steffy was wearing a tight dress that barely contained her massive wobbling tits and was made of alternating vertical bars of red and white, Canada's colours, with white stars on the red bars and red stars on the white bars. Meanwhile, Nightshade was painting
the same design on Steffy's thick nails: white stars on red and red starts on white.
"Mmmm, Steffy is lucky to have a good girl like you, Tilda," the former Captain American cooed as she stroked Nigthshade's face.
"MMmm, thank you, mistress."
"Steffy's been thinking, maybe we shouldn't get rid of ALL men. Sometimes a cock feels nice. So maybe we keep SOME men, but just make them our mindless slaves."
"Yes, Steffy," Nightshade moaned as Steffy squeezed her tit. She'd do anything for her.
"Mistress Superia!"
Steffy looked-up in annoyance at the soldier who scurried in.
"What is it? Can't you see Superia is busy?"
"We've spotted a member of the Avengers infiltrating our ranks."
"Does she know she's been spotted?" Steffy growled.
"No, mistress."
"Mmmmm, then let's go give her a warm welcome."
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