Opening her closet wide with both arms, Diana licked her lips while pulling some of her dresses off the rack. Rubbing her face against the fabric, she sniffed and nickered, licking at the hemline of one of the dresses in her hands. When she first turned and tried to rebuild her life, Diana ordered dozens of custom cloths tailored to fit her new height and curves. The big and tall section was a blessing in disguise back then. But now they could hardly fit her NEW physique. She already out grew her business dress when she escaped the orgy at her group meeting, closing her eyes Diana moaned lightly at the memory of her skirt bursting open at the thigh bit by bit, the buttons of her blouse bursting off to free her swelling breasts, her expanding belly pushing down the hem of her skirt and panties. The brief memory made the satyress shiver before she looked down at the $700.00 dress in her hands… And took a bite out of it.
“I can’t believe I once enjoyed wearing these…” Diana nickered, swallowing the dress and moving onto another. “Well would you look at that, my old work uniform at the taco place I worked at after I lost the embassy gig.” Looking the flimsy t-shirt over in her hands, Wonder Woman mused how she had grown so large that the small thing could barely fit as a stocking around her stout leg let around her massive chest. Rolling the yellow and blue shirt into a ball in her hands, Diana opened her mouth wide and swallowed the thing whole.
Gowns, dresses, blouses and tops all found their way down her hungry maw. When she ran out of those to eat, she went to the next shelf, making her way down to her skirts and panties. “How insulting, to be BOUND in these trappings, these HUMAN bindings…” By the time she felt full, Diana had picked her wardrobe clean of every scrap of clothing she formally owned. “I mean I spent thousands on designer shoes and they don’t even fit anymore.” Getting up to her hooved feet, Diana nickered when her horns scrapped the ceiling, making the huge goat woman growl in frustration. Hefting her four breasts in her hands, the satyress bit her lip and squeezed at her nipples. “These tits should never be wrapped and bound, they should be free! Free to stand proudly and slosh with mother’s milk, a symbol of fertility” Moaning softly, Diana hands roamed further down to feel up her flanks and knead at her rear, her tail swishing at how sensitive she now was. “This ass should be allowed to grow, to become wide and fat, yes… A sign of good health and an invitation to any rutting male that wishes to sow their wild oats.”
Feeling her stomach become more bloated, Diana let her hands roam over her growing womb, her fingers slowly being spread apart to make room for the litter of kids growing rapidly inside of her. “And this belly, this big… ripe… Luscious belly, it must be filled, to feed the lives within… And prepare for the next… And the NEXT!” Looking around her room for what felt like the first time, Wonder Woman snorted and went back to her empty wardrobe, only to tear off the door and bite into it. Her passions had found a new victim when she had swallowed the wooden plank and went for the next. She knew she was already full, but now she was on a mission, finishing off her wardrobe, she sneered at the lamp sitting over her dresser and mirror and pried it off its power cord, biting into the brass pole just like the wood from earlier. “Diana Prince was puny, she surrounded herself in these useless items, I mean REALLY? Mascara?” Guzzling down her make up and perfume, she finished them off by chewing on the glass bottles, their texture not even harming her mouth or teeth at all. Grabbing hold of her jewelry box on the table, she pried it open and swallowed her necklaces and rings before biting into the box like it was a pastry. By now her belly had become solid and round, her belly button sticking out and its furry surface jolting with activity within.
Placing her four sons gently on the carpeted floor and petting their stubby horned heads, they watched on as their mother devoured pillows and blankets, tearing the fabric in her teeth and chewing it all down. When she finished that the mattress was next followed by the metal frame which she gnawed and chewed on the metal frame. “Rraaaarrrr… No more… No more HUMAN things!” Wild eyed, Diana glared at the ceiling fan and ripped it off its mounting, biting into the wood and metal and slurping up the wiring like noodles. Breathing hard and tossing her hair in arousal, she looked down at her four sons staring back at her and slowly calmed down. Crawling down to all fours, Diana lounged next to her children like some mother cat, her fluffy tail flicking idly behind her. Breathing deeply, Wonder Woman calmed down and brought her children to her dripping nipples, letting them nurse from her udders.
When her children had their fill, Diana rolled onto her back and rubbed circles around her drum tight belly. With her hair splayed out and her horns digging into the carpet floor, Diana moaned and swooned, far too full to feel comfortable, but for her it was all worth It. In the span of an hour, Diana had devoured every scrap of her personal possessions. Essentially erasing her human past.
“Goodbye Diana Prince… Hellooo Diana the Satyr Queen!... BURP!”