Walking down the hall way in the Watchtower, Huntress
received a few gasps of surprise from onlooking heroes she passed by. Some
commenting on her scaly skin, or her savage appearance. She didn’t care, they
could stare all they wanted. So, what if she had long pointed ears and a long alligator
tail dragging behind her, so what if she now had dark blue scaly skin and a
mane of neon purple hair, so what if she had clawed hands and feet and her
clawed toes stuck out of her boots… OK, those were ALL good points. She was a
freak! And she knew who to BLAME for being a freak, and right now she was
stomping towards who that was, when she spotted her speaking with Superman and Batman
at the observation deck.
“Well, well, well, look who we have here… If it isn’t
princess perfect laughing it up with the cuck of steel and the dork knight!”
Turning to look at the woman, Diana gasped while the other
two heroes blinked back at the Huntress. Helena stood with her hands at her
hips, squirming on the spot as her last outburst caused her costume to tear
when her once smooth stomach bloating out into a paunch. The now 200 pound
looking woman smirked devilishly back at Diana, almost oblivious to her sudden
change. “By Hera! Huntress, what has happened to you?”
“Oh, like you don’t know, bitch.” Hearing a rip, she didn’t
bat an eyelash when her rear and hips grew wider or that the remains of her
boots finally tore at the ankle. “Little miss sunshine and world peace thinks
she’s better than the rest of us huh? Just because she doesn’t have a shred of
body fat and smells of wildflowers… Well NOW you’ve got some competition you
fucking clam jammer!” Wincing and gasping, Helena felt her chest swell larger,
going from a healthy DD cup size to a full G and further, eventually the front of
her costume tore open to let her new chest breath, making the monster woman
smile proudly. Hefting one of her now larger breasts, the Huntress smirked down
at the tall woman, not even realising Helena had grown to over 8 feet tall. “Ha!
Like that? REAL women have curves bitch!”
“Huntress, you have to stop this, you’re turning into a
monster.”
“Yeah! A real HOT monster!” Purred the monster woman, smiling
wider she struck a pose and gave her scaly rear a slap. Her tail flicking and struck
a stunned Plastic Man across the head, knocking him out. “Finally got one up on
you, you skinny twig skank!” With a slight growth to her muscles that left her
wearing tatters, everyone present murmured at the now larger Huntress. The
attention became arousing to Helena, they were all talking about how much
larger her ass and tits were compared to the amazon goddess. And she LOVED it!
“Helena, you have to stop, I mean LOOK at you! If you keep
behaving the way you are, you are going to end up like that illustration in
Zatanna’s book.”
“Yes Helena.” Piped in Clark. “We care about your well
being, and you were never unattractive in the first place, please let us help
you.” Superman tried to calm the growing monster woman and getting a smug look
back from her. “Right… If I want to hear the opinion of some virgin boy scout on
what looks good, I’ll ask Lois Lane how many buttons she needs to undo for him
to cream his tighty whities!”
Taken back, Clark and the rest of the League were silent
save a few whispers from the group.
“You know what? I like this, I’m heading back to Earth to
live up the attention, hope you fuck-wits like your little games of patty cakes
and spin the bottle, I’m going to find a bar and empty the damn tap!” Spinning
on her foot and knocking out Plastic Man with her tail a second time, Diana
grimaced when she got a full view of Helena’s rear, her costume stretched to
its limit into a thong from her rapid growth. Stomping over to the teleporter,
Huntress flipped the entire Justice League off before she slowly teleported
away. “Chow bitches!”
Stunned silent and looking to each other for emotional
support, Diana patted Superman on the shoulder lightly. “She doesn’t mean it
Clark, its that mask, its turning her into a monster.”
“More like letting the monster out, lets face it Diana you
DO make some women… Jealous.” Reasoned Batman, receiving a shapr look from the
amazon princess.
“Jealous how?” Hearing the ladies in the League murmur and
whisper to avoid the effects of their own masks from making them change, Diana
looked around confused until Vixen and Hawk Girl stepped forward. “Well let’s
be honest now, you’re a perfect ten supermodel warrior woman from an island of
perfect ten supermodel warrior women… Half of the women here believe you never sweat,
and the other half swear you never wear make up.”
“Why would anyone need to wear make up to enhance their
natural beauty?” Asked Diana confused.
“Pff… Speak for yourself cheekbones.” Shivering as golden
scales crept up her ankles, Hawk Girl sighed. “Worth it…”