“Muh… More… I want More!”
Panting and chuckling to himself the man tried to move away
when Gamora wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, keeping him from
escaping her grasp. “Come on babe, let me get my wind back before we go another
round…” Feeling him slowly go limp within her Gamora’s eyes narrowed, grabbing
hold of the man’s jacket she gripped the shoulders and pulled them down until
they bundled around his elbows, using the slack as reins to keep him from
leaving. “I said I want more, NOW!”
“Woah, easy there.” The look she was giving him became more
and more uncomfortable, her eyes starting to shift back to the reptilian yellow
she came in with earlier. “How about a kiss to get me going again huh?”
Gamora’s heart boomed in her chest, her breasts heaving with
every breath like she would explode if she didn’t get release. With her
nostrils flaring she grabbed hold of the back of his head and pulled him in for
a smouldering kiss, making him mumble in protest when her tongue invaded his
mouth. With her legs tightening their grip around his waist and his jacket
twisting in her other hand she brought him closer and tighter in her grasp, his
arms unable to move. Yet he still didn’t get any harder inside her folds, if
anything he was becoming more limp. It was infuriating her, why was he
resisting? Why was he trying to escape? He should be trying to sate her now,
nothing else was more important! Gripping either side of his head with her
hands her anger changed her appearance, her smooth skin turning to translucent
flesh with tendrils sprouting out her scalp where her hair once hung like silk
ribbons. Spines jutted out of her arms and legs along with a row protruding down
her back. Gripping his face more tightly with clawed fingers, neither of them
were prepared when with a growl inside the man’s mouth her tongue impaled
through his skull and slithered out the rupture at the back of his head,
wriggling free and letting blood spray out the gaping wound.
Dropping his body to the floor with a thud Gamora sneered at
the prone corpse, blood still dripping from her pet lips when she raised an arm
to wipe it clean. When the coppery taste of orange blood went down her throat
her eyes suddenly found focus, looking around the bathroom, the body and down
to herself.
The bar patrons stopped what they were doing, their drinks spilling
from the tables and the music stopping dead when the ear piercing scream came
from the men’s room. Some of the more sensitive races had to cover their ears,
wincing at the shriek that drove everyone to get up from their seats to kick
open the door, only to find the still twitching body of a man dead on the floor
with orange blood pooling behind his head and the corner wall window shattered
and gaping wide open.
*
Climbing up the roof of a nearby building Gamora panted,
still in shock of what she had done. She was no stranger to killing, for a long
time she was the assassin to one of the worst beings in the galaxy but what
came over her scared her. It was as if she were another person, like some
horrible thing was wearing her body, making her do all of that. “What is… What
am I?” Finally able to see herself clearly she looked down at her clawed hands
with wide open eyes, looking down at her spiky arms and down her legs Gamora
shook her head. Then something strange occurred, a heat, a tension began to
form at her stomach. Looking down she traced her clawed fingers over the
surface of her naval and blinked when her belly began to grow, rapidly! Seeing
the local security fly overhead to park in front of the bar Gamora hid in the shadows
and made her escape, keeping herself unseen and making distance from the bar
and herself.
When she was several buildings away she gasped, reaching
against a nearby wall to steady herself when her belly grew larger, the sound
of her hips cricking audibly when they instantly grew wider. Cupping her hands
under her large stomach Gamora looked behind her and found the patrol ships
hadn’t left yet, meaning she still had time to escape. Leaping from roof to
roof and sliding down an alleyway her agility started to diminish, her stomach
now a swollen orb that weighed her down and limited her mobility. Forced into a
waddle she looked out of the alley to see the entrance to her home. Gasping for
air she felt her breasts bloat large and full, gaining 2 cup sizes instantly.
Dizzy with the influx of hormones flooding her body she pressed her back
against the wall, feeling that her rear had expanded along with her bust and
belly. Sliding down onto her bottom she spread her legs to give her beachball
sized belly more room, moaning quietly and letting her clawed hands roam over
its surface. A series of kicks met her palms but before she could focus on them
a sharp pain rushed up her back and a puddle erupted between her splayed out
feet.