Circe smiled and luxuriated on the silken sheets of her bed, sweat cooling on her cuvaceous nude body. She'd spent hours having her body pleasured by her haindmaidens as well as getting ravished by her male servants. The sorceress had dismissed the confused,
entranced staff just a few minutes ago. She could sense a mystical probe sweeping the city, and it was only a matter of time before they found her.
"Oh, that I could bask in this afterglow forever," the goddess sighed. "I suppose it's time." She stood and began to weave her magic, conjuring her costume and summoning up some 'enchanting' surprises for her guests...
***
"There!" Dr. Fate gestured. "I can sense powerful arcane energy being released." He began to soar towards a hotel penthouse.
"Is it Circe?" Captain Marvel asked, drifting close.
"Yes," the sorceror replied as Marvel and Superman followed the mystic. "Be cautious. There is no telling what kind of magical traps she has created!"
***
Diana moaned. She was unprepared for the needs and desires her changing body was going through. Her hand slipped down past her swelling, scaled belly to the cleft of her pussy. She stroked her sensitive lips and brought her fingers to her mouth to taste
her juices.
She sucked each digit clean and felt something loosen. She spat out the object in her mouth and saw that it was her fingernail! Each finger had developed a black claw that was barely more than a nub, but it looked like they would soon become powerful and
sharp talons. She hissed in delight, plucking each of the blunt human nails from her fingers and toes.
Suddenly Diana groaned, her stomach growling. Of course, she was eating for three now! "M-mussst feed," she gasped.
The serpentine beauty slinked through the Justice League HQ like a thief, flicking her tongue out to gather scents. It led her to the main commissary, where she dashed into the (thankfully deserted) kitchen area. Diana hissed in delight as she raided the
larders and refrigerators.
She gobbled down sandwiches, drank soup, and gorged on meat. Greedily, she swallowed huge chunks of roasted chicken, barbecued ribs and slabs of beef, discovering that her mouth and throat could flex wider than before. Strangely, she found that she had
little interest in vegetables or grains. She tried eating a peach, something she'd enjoyed before, but found its texture and flavour unpleasant. Only meat seemed to satisfy her hunger.
Finally, she slumped against the refrigerator and let out a burp. Her stomach bulged out obscenely thanks to her feast and milk dribbled freely from her nipples. Empty containers, torn wrappers, and half-eaten foods littered the floor. Diana stroked her
belly as her eyes began to droop. Some part of her wanted to find a less vulnerable place to sleep, but the warm, humming refrigerator motor was so relaxing...