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Tigra was not someone anyone would call ‘soft’. Yes, she didhave fur but she wasn’t some plushy that people wanted to cuddle with. She hadlean, strong muscles, well defined limbs, and razor-sharp claws. Her foes mighttry and taunt her, calling her a pussycat, but everyone knew that in realityshe was strong and powerful.
But compared to the form that was reflected back in the mirror,the body Tigra had just a day ago might as well have been Olive Oil’s.
The first thing she noticed was just how tall she was. Wherebefore she would have been able to see most of her upper body in the mirror nowmuch of the mirror’s surface was taken up by her stomach. And what a stomach itwas! Her fur could do little to hide the rock hard abs she now had. She ran herhand along her stomach, tracing the curves and contours of her strengthenedtummy. It felt as if she could take a punch from the Hulk and not even budge. Sheknew she should be worried, as it simply wasn’t normal, even for her, tosuddenly develop ab muscles like those in one night, but curiosity was gettingthe better of her and she slowly began to kneel down so she could get a look atthe rest of her body.
Jutting out proudly from her body were her breasts, whichhad decided to join the rest of her in growing. Her fingers ran along thebottoms of her furry globes, marveling at how firm they were. No sag, no wobbledespite their massive size, these were tits that most women would give theirsouls to have. On anyone else their massive size would have looked ridiculous,but Tigra’s body had grown so much that on her they looked quite natural.
The heroine rolled her shoulders, feeling the muscles in herback flex. She brought her right arm up and flexed, watching as her bicepsswelled with new strength. She’d already been stronger than normal humans butin the past had felt rather weak compared to her allies. It was one thing to beable to bench press a car… some of the people she worked with could juggle dumptrunks without breaks a sweat! Greer smirked to herself; the way her musclesdanced as she flexed she felt as if she could crush diamonds with her barehands!
She slowly stepped back, taking in her enhanced form. Everypart of her was muscular and gave the appearance of a warrior. Her head nearlyscrapped the ceiling (and the room was nearly 9 feet tall!), her powerfulthighs and calves twitched with every slightly flex, and all Tigra could do wasadmire herself.
“Greer, I don’t know what happened… but I like it!” Tigrachuckled to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom. “Maybe you should eatsteaks in the microwave more often!”
Though she was enjoying her new form she quickly realizedthat there were some unforeseen problems. First were the three random men thatwere knocked out on the bed. A quick check told her they were merely out cold;Tigra, staring down at her massive biceps, merely smirked. Of course they wereout cold… she’d probably worked them so hard their bodies had no choice butshut down! The next problem was how she was going to get back to the Tower. Sheknew the moment she woke up she wasn’t in her room and honestly had no ideawhere she was. That led directly to her third problem: none of her clothingwould fit her massive frame. She debated for a moment wrapping a towel aroundher like a toga but decided against this. The last thing she needed was one ofthe New York papers getting a shot of her doing the ‘Walk of Shame’ back toAvenger Tower.
Besides, there was still her final problem: admiring her newand improved body had made her VERY horny.
“I don’t suppose you guys are going to wake up any time soon…”she said, poking one of the unconscious men. The guy merely moaned, refusing towake up. “Thought so…”
Before Tigra could consider her problems any further fate ordestiny or perhaps even chaos himself decided to step in.
“Hey, kitty cat, hope you don’t mind but-Holy moley!”
Tigra turned, an eyebrow raised, as Spider-Man, who’d justswung into the bedroom through the open bay window, slowly looked around at thedestruction. Tigra had been so focused on her muscular form that she hadn’tnoticed the state of the bedroom. Half the furniture was destroyed, the TV hadbeen cracked in half like an egg, claw marks decorated the walls, and thecarpet had been torn to shreds. It looked like some wild beast had rampagedthrough the room.
“Hello,” Tigra said, unable to think of anything wittier tosay.
Spider-Man stood up, tilting his head up and up till her wasable to look her in the eye. “Geez, Tigra… what the heck happened to you?”
“Uh…” she said, realizing she really didn’t have an answer.She ran her tongue over her teeth, puzzling over how to explain things when shereally didn’t understand anything herself, only to wince. “Ow!”
“You okay?” Spider-Man asked cautiously. He kept eyeing herup, as if he expected her to suddenly go berserk at any moment.
“I’m fine,” TIgra said, opening her mouth to reveal that herfanged teeth were quite a bit sharper and longer. “Just nicked myself.”
Spider-Man tilted his head, his scientific curiosity gettingthe better of him. “That’s odd."
“What is?” Greer asked.
“Your fangs… they look almost hollow.” He reached up,pressing his finger against one of her fangs, only to let out a yelp. “Ow! Ok,that was stup…”
“Spider-Man?” Tigra asked, watching as the red and blue herobegan to sway. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” he held up his hand and Tigra noticed some kind oforange liquid dribbling from his pricked finger. The fluid mingled with hisblood and rolled down his hand. “I… ugh…” Spider-Man doubled over, clutchinghis sides in pain as the venom Tigra has infected him with flowed through him…