Tigra and the Wasp
By Strega

Tigra had her feral moments. She slept curled up in a ball, she chased (and ate) mice that somehow got into Avengers Mansion, and she was known to lick milk out of a saucer. Especially right after she woke from a nap she was playful and pouncy. This occasionally caused minor problems like the time she mauled the Roomba but nothing as bad as what happened to the Wasp one day.

Janet should have known better than to flit past Tigra's bed when the cat girl was yawning and blinking herself awake. Tigra's eyes popped open and the first thing she saw was almost-invisible wings and a brightly-clad six inch tall figure zipping by. What happened next was entirely instinctive.

"Hey, what?" Janet Van Dyne jumped as there was a sudden yowl and clawed fingers wrapped around her. Tigra sprang from her oversized pet bed and the first indication Janet had that something bad was happening was being stuffed into a fanged catgirl mouth.

"Tigra? Come on, this isn't funny!" Janet reached for the size-shift control on her wrist just as the catgirl's raspy tongue rolled up beneath her ass and pushed. Tigra instinctively swallowed the little bug she'd caught and Janet's arms were squeezed against her sides and her hand pushed away from the control as the tiger-woman's throat muscles gripped and pushed. With a startled yelp Janet slid headfirst down Tigra's throat, perfectly intact but unable to control her movements in the smallest way.

A six-inch-tall woman isn't much of a meal for a hundred and eighty pound tiger woman and Tigra blinked sleepily before curling back up in her oversized pet bed. Stark had bought the thing for her and though she knew perfectly well what it was the expensive plush lining and monogrammed-on "Tigra" won her over in the end.
"This isn't funny any more, Tigra!" It was dark and wet and surprisingly cramped even for her in the tiger-woman's stomach. The LEDs on her wrist control shed a little light but all that showed was wet pink folds of belly pressing in against her. "Tigra?"

Thick bile-green digestive fluid sloshed back and forth as the oblivious tiger-woman settled down to sleep. Janet's costume provided some protection but it wouldn't last forever and she considered how best to get out of this situation. Tigra must have instinctively snapped her up as she sometimes did with mice and other vermin and Janet didn't want to hurt her. Maybe shrink smaller...?

The fleshy walls squeezing in on her mouse-sized body made movement awkward but it wasn't too hard to touch the control on her wrist and an instant later Janet was the size of a true wasp. Even at this size the space was cramped, since a stomach only expands to accommodate the meal that fills it, and within a few seconds she knew this size change hadn't helped. The entry sphincter was larger than her entire body now and too slippery to pry open with tiny fingers.

Even worse, there was a lot less of her to digest now and a single drop of acid that dripped onto her stung half her body even through the costume. Janet didn't want to be cat food and desperately sought a way out that didn't involve hurting Tigra. In the safety of the mansion Janet wasn't wearing her Wasp's Stings and that only left one other option.

"Hope you got a stretchy stomach from the cat people, Tigra," Janet said, and touched her wrist control again. Suddenly the stomach walls crushed in from all sides and Janet yelped as she resumed her full human size inside the were-woman. This HAD to wake Tigra up!

But somehow it didn't. The strong muscle and fur pressing in from all sides squeezed Janet into a tight fetal ball and she felt the tigress's ribs as they stretched outward to accommodate a meal almost as large as Tigra herself. Suddenly the cat bed had two occupants and Tigra uncurled just enough to make room for the huge bulge in her middle. Tigra yawned, let out a mighty (but somehow still cute) burp and went right back to sleep, her flexible were-woman body stretched painlessly around her now-larger meal. Tigra was a supernatural beast and though it'd never occur to her to eat someone her own size her stomach was fully up to the task and immediately began to gurgle and churn.

"Dammit Tigra. Now what am I supposed to do?" Besides be digested, that is. Janet could barely move in the tightly stretched tiger belly and the slippery walls pressing in from all sides were dripping with acid now. She really might end up as cat food unless she found a way out.

Being tiny hadn't worked, and being human-sized was only making more food for the carnivorous catgirl's body to process. Janet's costume was soaking through with caustic belly juices and pretty soon she was going to be lunch whether she wanted it or not.

"I didn't want to do this, Tigra. I'm sorry." With great difficulty Janet squeezed her hand between the slippery stomach wall and her hip, then across her belly until she could reach her other wrist. "Maybe we can put you back together afterward. Here's hoping." Janet winced and pressed the "giant size" button on her wristband.

She'd expected a horror of exploding flesh as a suddenly twenty-foot tall body ripped its way out of Tigra's stomach. Instead she got nothing. Janet frowned and felt for the button, sure she had the right one. She could feel the embossed "big" icon but nothing happened when she pressed it again.

"What? Come on!". She tried the "wasp sized" button too, and even the "normal size" one just to make sure she had her finger in the right place, but nothing at all happened. The pool of digestive juices in Tigra's belly was rising and it was beginning to seep into her helmet, stinging her cheek. "Dammit, come on!" Acid must have gotten into the circuitry!

Nothing was working, acid was soaking through her costume and Janet began to kick and struggle. She was so confined by the muscle pressing in from all sides that her efforts barely made Tigra twitch in the cat bed. "Tigra? Wake up! Tigra!!"
A strong feline pulse throbbed through Janet's body as she fought for her life but the tigress's stomach had no pity. It knew what to do with a meal, whether than be normal food, a mouse or even an entire human, and the last thing Janet heard was a gurgle and the were-woman's purr as Tigra began to digest her.

Hours passed as the cat-woman's swollen belly sloshed and churned. Magically enhanced catgirl or not a meal that size doesn't just disappear, but by the time the tiger-woman finally woke Janet was well broken down into nutrients. Most of a softened human skeleton still remained in the stretched belly but the flesh was largely dissolved into nutritious mush that would add quite a few pounds of fat to Tigra's trim body. The vast majority of what used to he Janet would leave her body as all used food does but that hadn't happened yet and Tigra went wide-eyed with shock as she woke to a belly almost as large as the rest of her put together.

"Oh my goodness," Tigra purred. "What did I eat?" There was no shape left to the bulge, just a smooth rounded curve, but as she felt at it some internal structure was revealed. The larger bones were intact, though softening, and Janet's Wasp helmet had only begun to dissolve in the were-woman's belly. Even this was not too tough for the magically enhanced tigress's stomach but it was taking a good long while to break down. Even so the dissolved flesh and softened bones surrounding it made it impossible to determine what the bump in her belly was.

Tigra's guts gurgled and though she was worried, nature needed to be attended to. A lengthy visit to the bathroom later her swollen belly was a bit smaller but there was clearly a lot of work for her gut yet to do. She was well into digesting...something. but what?

Tigra shrugged. It was not as though she could swallow a human whole, after all. Whatever she'd eaten must have been a bunch of small things. Maybe a whole bunch of mice? Or had she gorged herself on normal human food in one of her rare feral moments and just didn't remember?

"Well, whatever you are, I hope this is a one time thing. A tigress has to watch her weight!" With a yawn and a giggle Tigra curled back up to sleep, shading her eyes from the morning light with her stripey tail. A meal this big took some effort to digest and she soon sank back into a peaceful slumber, entirely unaware that the great mass of food in her guts used to be a friend. Eventually she and the other Avengers would work out what happened and she'd feel terribly guilty, but for now there was just the sleeping were-woman and the quickly dissolving remains of Janet Van Dyne making their way through her digestive tract.

There was no one to blame, really. Janet should have known not to fly so close to sleeping Tigra and Tigra herself had no idea her belly could hold and digest an entire human. It wasn't a particularly useful piece of information and at the moment no one at all knew it, Tigra being oblivious and Janet being rather too digested to venture an opinion on the subject.