Staring at the four plump nipples dripping mother’s milk in front of them, the five goat women licked their lips as if they were dry. “Well girls, what are you waiting for?” Asked Diana, thumbing a stiff nipple in her grip and spurting a thin arc of milk in front of Gaia. As one, the five slowly moved forward and pressed their mother against the wall, clasping their mouths over her four nipples and began to drink her milk. Laughing at her daughter’s enthusiasm, Diana sighed and moaned out loud, feeling four mouth bite and suck hard at her stiff nipples and pulling milk freely from her udders. Pressed up against the wall, Diana thrust out her chest to give her daughters more room, continuing to laugh when she noticed them bump their hips against each other competing for room. “Mmm… Now, now girls… Plenty to go around…”
Feeling a mouth let go of one of her stiff nipples, Diana looked down to find her daughters switching places, shaking her head with a smile when she found Eris burp and move aside to let her sister Demeter take a turn. The moment she did, Diana pulled Eris close and kissed her daughter passionately, tasting her own milk on the satyress’s lips. The two moaned in each other’s mouths as Diana’s hand roamed down to feel her daughter’s full bust and down to squeeze at her rump possessively. “Wha… What do we do now Mom?” Moaned the satyress in Wonder Woman’s grip, squirming and pressing up against her mother’s shoulder. “Well… Once you’ve relived me of my little ‘burden’, WE are going to find the rest of the League, last thing I want is them joining Buck’s herd.” Growled Diana with lust before kissing her daughter again, making her swoon.
To her surprise and amusement, she found her daughter’s ass expanding under her fingers. Her milk so loaded with hormones that it was making her daughters mature and grow further, slowly catching up to their mother’s size and figure. She could hear her daughter’s cloths creak and strain, buttons popping while stitching burst. Pulling away from the kiss, Diana chuckled to herself impatiently waiting for when her daughters would grow to become her sisters. Eventually her five daughters had finally had their fill and slowly moved to lounge at the couch and floor, their cloths looking skin tight at best and already burst open at worse. With her hands at her broad hips, Diana stomped her way to her room
She felt so much freer now, free to indulge and let loose. She wanted to fully embrace her new life style; she wanted to eat, to fuck, to get knocked up, get fat, get HUGE, she wanted to outgrow her apartment, EAT her apartment. If Buck was the god of satyrs than Diana wanted to be a goddess of goat people. But she would NOT be compared to him, no! If Buck had his way… And currently he was, Buck would eat and fuck the world back to the stone age, and as enticing as it would be to live like some feral bovine brood mother surrounded by a sea of horns, tits and cocks… She’d miss strawberry ice-cream.
She wanted variety, and eventually having her diet be milk, cum and grass would get boring. She would create a new society of satyrs, one where she could bear a legion of her kind but still enjoy a bacon cheese burger. Looking over to her four sons sleeping soundly on her bed, Diana smiled warmly before turning her attention to her wardrobe and licked her lips.
She wanted a cheeseburger for sure… But she’d settle for silk, leather and cotton just as easily.
*
Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice, the pool splashed with activity underneath the surface. Underwater, Mera moaned and keened, floating at the center of the pool while Arthur circled her like a shark. The She-Capricorn gripped at her wide flanks while her pussy crowned and birthed another large child that wriggled free and joined its siblings swimming around their mother. Mera had been giving birth for the last few minutes, her second litter since she and her husband turned in the pool. Her flipper tail splashed the water while her pussy crowned again, and she gave birth to a daughter that was pushed out of her and swam to join her siblings. By the time she had finished, and the She-Capricorn sighed, her relaxation was short lived when she felt her tail lifted up and an all too familiar barbed cock spear into her folds again. But instead of being angry, Mera laughed and looked over her shoulder with a smile to find Arthur gripping her ass possessively while thrusting like a Bull in the rut. They should have been exhausted but being in the pool just kept giving them the energy to keep going… At least until it runs empty. The pool had been steadily losing water the longer they were in it, almost like they and their children had been absorbing it all like sponges, at the very least it explained how they had grown so large.
“Ready for another round love?”
“Another? When did we stop?”
“Good point…”
*
Out on the streets of the city, things had gotten worse… Like… Aggressive hookers worse!
A man coming back from a business meeting was running for his life, mere feet away from him and rapidly catching up where a group of satyr women… Who used to be his co workers.
“Come ON handsome, have a drink with us.”
“Yeah, we won’t hurt ya”
“Nothing permanent anyway!”
Panicking and tossing his briefcase behind him to buy time, the man was getting exhausted, if he didn’t find a way of escaping them soon he’d be screwed by a horde of horny goat women who would ride him until he was a paraplegic. Tripping on a rock on the pavement, the man fell over and closed his eyes for the inevitable. Then suddenly he noticed a massive shadow loom over above him and grab hold of his arm before pulling him straight up into the air, saving him from the cattle crowd of goat women below.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya.” Chirped Shay’era, pulling the man up to press him close to her four breasts so tightly that he struggled to breath. Once they got high enough, Hawk Girl landed on the roof of a Highrise building where the man was dropped unceremoniously to his feet, finally able to breath. Looking up, he found himself staring face to tits with the red furred Hawkgirl. The winged goat woman standing over a foot and a half taller than the human pedestrian and sporting curves that had literally smothered him earlier. Her cloths were in tatters after they had given up the ghost to contain her broad hips, wide ass and burgeoning tits, and it didn’t go unnoticed that her navel seemed a bit round,
“Cough… THANK you! I thought I was a goner for sure.”
“Oh, you aren’t out of the woods yet hot stuff.” Purred the winged Satyress, bringing her fingers to her pouting lips and blowing a whistle that caught the attention of other large flying objects hovering above like vultures. One by one, the roof became a bit more crowded when one winged satyress landed heavily behind Shayera after the other. Each sporting the same coloured fur and wing pattern and the same hungry look in their green eyes.
“After all, we harpies got a thing for energetic men and as Queen of the Harpy’s I’ve been hankering for some fun.”
Slowly stepping back, the man found himself surrounded by a gaggle of oversized and oversexed winged satyresses, each of them leering at him like a piece of meet. “And if you’re a good little fuck toy, I just might approve your application for the mile-high club.”
The man never had a chance to escape when the lot of them pounced on their new plaything.