“KIDS! I’M HOME!”
Kicking open the door to the barn at the Kent homestead back in
Kansas, Power Girl waddled inside, cradling a belly big enough to fit a person
curled up inside of her. Stark naked and sweat beading down her blonde fur, the
bloated satyress huffed and moaned, biting her lip when she felt one kick after
the other beat against her round naval. She LOVED being pregnant, so full of
life and large, her mind was a pickled mess of hormones and cravings. When her
shift had ended at work she had finished off eating her entire desk and stomped
her way out of the office, naked for all to see and made her way up the
elevator to the roof to fly off. The shocked and aroused looks on her
co-workers made her smile. She felt so powerful and alive, she didn’t want to
hide it anymore.
Breathing in the musky air of the barn, the scent of sex and BO
filled her nostrils. All around her, her 42 children were having a wild party
while she had been gone. Her youngest were running around playing tag around
ruined furniture pulled from the house, all of it having been chewed and eaten
like party snacks. Some were also eating what was left, voracious like
termites. Yes, her youngest made her proud, proud to be so fertile and healthy,
but it was her oldest children however that were making her horny. The other
half of her progeny filled the barn with panting groans and braying, lost in an
orgy that had started a few days ago, and didn’t seem to have stopped at any
time. A bellowing roar from one of her sons turned her attention to the couple
bent over the remains of the family tractor, her daughter moaning out loud and cradling
a swollen belly of her own. Seeing her son’s orange sized testicles contract
and unload their payload into the braying female made Karen shiver and moan.
Looking across the barn she witnessed another daughter being spit
roasted by two of her siblings, one balls deep in her pussy while the other
being deep throated to the point that his sack swung heavily at her chin. Her
belly too was swollen and round, a look of feral bliss on her blushing face
while she guzzled a gallon of cum.
Moaning and tossing her hair, Karen drank the scene up. She felt
so alive, so free, so female. All these satyrs were her children, and soon she
would be a grandmother. The matriarch to a herd of blonde furred satyrs that
would screw and scour every structure and home, until all that was left were
the lands and forests. Then with a gasp, Power Girl felt a splash of fluid hit
the hay and dirt between her hooves. Panting with a smile, she widened her
stance and squatted down, her hands at her knees when the muscles in her
overstretched stomach began to clench.
The orgy paused only briefly to watch their mother give birth to
another litter of siblings. Wanton and loud, Karen moaned and roared out in
orgasmic passion when her first born popped out of her and landed on the
ground, crying and flailing. He was soon joined by his new sister, second
sister, second brother and third sister after that. Drooling and wiping sweat
off her brow, Karen slowly fell to her knees and picked up her new children,
bringing them to her stiff dripping nipples to drink.
Hearing her children cheer and woot at their newborn sibling,
Power Girl smiled a proud smug grin at her herd. Now 42 had become 48, and
tomorrow? Who knew.
Suddenly a buzzing ring could be heard in the space between her
four massive breasts, distracting the matronly Karen and making her reach deep
into her cleavage to pull out her pager and JLU communicator. Looking down at
the tiny thing in her hands, even with her vision blurry from post labour she
could still make out the lettering. ~League Meeting, be here in two hours~
Frowning and blowing a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face, Karen shook
her hair loose and looked to her herd with a haughty look. She didn’t know why
she should waste time being a hero, all she wanted to do was indulge and have
fun. Sighing, she put the communicator back where she found it and stood up,
her horns scratching the frame work of the barn when she did so.
“Fine… I’ll show up. But not before feeding my new lovelies.”
*
Checking
herself in the mirror and sighing in relief when she heard a knock at her
apartment door, Diana Prince stepped gracefully out of her bathroom, wincing
slightly when she got caught for a split second at the door frame by her hips and
open the front door.
“Hi
Diana… Uhm, you’re looking well.” Said a bashful Steve Trevor, trying not to
look deep into the abyss of Diana cleavage from her business suit that looked
like it only just barely fit her curvaceous figure. A difficult task since her
bust was now eye level with the man. “Steve! Thank you so much for coming.” The
Amazon princess smiled, pulling the man into an affectionate hug that made the
man’s eyes bug out when he struggled to breath, his face trapped between four
watermelon sized breasts demanding to be free. Seconds later, he was pulled
away and gasped for air. “Thanks for offering to babysit while I head to work,
the League’s called me in for a meeting and I couldn’t find anyone at the last
minute.”
“No
problem Angel, anything for you.”
Her
heart fluttered a bit before she caught herself, she had to maintain
discipline, something she was thankful for having after so many centuries of
training. Bringing a delicate hand to her mouth, Diana playfully called out. “Oh
GIRLS, your babysitter is here!” Instantly the television in the living room
turned off and five little satyr girls ran up and stood shoulder to shoulder at
the end of the hallway. “Girls, this is Steve Trevor, he’ll be watching over
you tonight, understand?”
“Howdy
girls.” Smirked the man with a wink and boy scout salute. Amused that the five
giggled and started whispering to each other. “Well, anyway you have my number Steve,
just let me know if they end up to be too much of a handful.”
“Sure,
thing angel, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Breathing
a sigh of relief, she waved goodbye to her daughters and began her journey out
for the meeting.
With
the door closed, Steve looked down to the five satyr girls looking up at him
intently, it was hard to believe that the five 12-year-old looking quintuplets
were only 3 weeks old! But then again… Magic.
Seeing
their attention still on him, Steve coughing into his hand to clear the awkward
moment. “S-so… girls, what do y’all wanna do?”
“Wanna
watch TV?”
“Let’s
play board games!”
“Let’s…
Let’s…” Panting and holding a finger to her nose, little Demeter looked about
ready to sneeze, when she did, it was so strong she nearly jumped. But when she
shook off the sneeze, the little girl shivered, suddenly growing a bit taller,
her cloths sounding tight when she went from looking 12 to 15 in just a few
seconds. Blinking back in surprise, Steve watched on as the other four girls
shivered and grew to match their sister, now looking like they were in their
mid teens. “Where was I?” Asked Demeter, her finger at her chin deep in
thought. “Oh yeah… We can have fun.” The word ‘fun’ marked with her giving
Steve a childish grin.