Big Red!

The next few hours for the Justice League had been tense as they tried to reclaim what they used to be after nearly losing themselves to their nature. Thankfully with the help of Martian Manhunter, the lot found a sense of self control they thought they nearly loss. With some help with Lois Lane and some of her now adult children, she managed to find some spare bedsheets and window blinds the League could use as makeshift clothing.

Tugging at her top and loin cloth, Lois looked herself over on a reflective surface of a wall that had survived the League’s bouts of hunger and lust. Turning and posing, Lois tugged at the top that contained her four melon sized breasts, rubbing the slope of her belly before looking to Superman who was fixing his own loin cloth and cape… Which were really just a blue and red bedsheet.

“Clark… Does this look make my ass look big?” She asked, fidgeting on the spot and tilting a cloven foot.

“Honey… You’re a 10-foot tall satyress, everything looks big on you.” He shrugged, scratching his horns when he noticed her look of worry turned to a crossed stare.

“On ANY other circumstance I’d be MAD at you…” Looking back at her reflection and giving off another pose, the female satyr watched as her four-foot-wide rear came into view with her tail swishing behind her. “But then again you’re right.”

“If it makes you feel better, I think you lost weight.”

“You DO?” She chirped at the compliment, looking down to find she wasn’t as bloated as she was an hour ago, then again, everyone seemed to be slimming down now that they weren’t trying to eat their own body weight. “Awww, thanks sweetheart!”

Surrounded by a crowd of massive goat people, the only human members of the League were **** to crane their necks just to see their friends face to face. “So… What’s the plan anyway?” Asked Vixen, holding herself as she stepped away from one of the satyr bulls trying to make sure his new loincloth fit. Diverting her eyes from the massive bulge at the front of the sheets.

Tugging her yellow top over her four breasts, Diana sighed after looking herself over in the hopes she was presentable again. “Well its simple really, we find Buck and imprison him in the clay idol.” Shrugging her shoulders, Diana frowned when her top wobbled from the act, **** to stop the motion with her hands.

"Easier said than done. There are millions of satyrs in the city, and there's no telling where he is amongst the immense herd." lamented Batman in a gruff voice. His eyes narrowed, frustrated that most of his spying equipment had by now been devoured by hordes of goat people back in Gotham.

“Well if we’re lucky he won’t make it hard for us… How do I look, does it fit?” Asked Diana, resting her hands at her broad hips and standing before her friends with her chest thrust out, wearing a yellow top and red loin cloth made from a pair of spare bedsheets. The fabric barely containing her ample curves or mass off her 12 foot tall frame. Eyeing each other nervously, the trio of human heroes tried VERY hard to come up with something that didn’t make it sound like they were looking up at a giant overweight minotaur woman posing like a model. Sporting a pair of horns best seen on a moose! “Uhm… You look… Wonderful?”

Narrowing her eyes, Diana huffed before shrugging her shoulders again. “You should feel lucky I left the lasso of truth at home…”

“Provided your home is still standing!” Looking around, the Halls of Justice looked like a picked clean warehouse with barely the walls standing. Looking around what was left of the Halls of Justice, Vixen realised that most of the satyrs in the League had completely regained their sense of self and were trying to gather their remaining dignity. “I guess you can look at the bright side, everyone here is in control of themselves now.”

At that moment the halls were caught in a rush of wind when a fierce red tornado blurring through the crowd, zipping from one end of the space to the next before stopping dead in the middle of the League. Standing over 11 feet tall and looking like he weighed over 2 tonnes of muscle and fat, a massive red furred satyr bull nickered and scratched at his thigh as he sniffed the air and licked his lips at the sight of so many satyrs. But what made this satyr different fro mthe others was his face. No longer appearing human,

‘OOOOOOHHHHHH Look at this! The Big Guy’s gonna LOVE to see this!’ Nickered Big Red telepathically. Laughing like a horny jock surrounded by cheerleaders and wiping the drool from his lip.

Gasping and clutching their heads, the lot of satyrs, harpies and capricorns moaned as their minds were flooded with the stray thoughts from the red satyr bull. Explosive lust and desire flooded into their minds as they were bombarded with visions. Powerful, erotic visons of the Earth so overpopulated with satyrs that it was nothing but a sea of fur and horns as far as the eye could see, millions of satyrs crawling over each other in a continent spanning orgy, sucking and fucking and feeding off itself for eternity. IT was so overwhelming that the Justice League fell to their knees groping at breasts and holding down erections that threatened to burst.

‘A bunch of pent up satyrs just waiting to turn loose, well don’t worry folks, Big Red is here to help!’

Looking up in shock and horror, Batman, Manhunter and Vixen gasped at the sight of the giant anthropomorphic goat, nickering and bleeting at the sight of the League overwhelmed by his presence and bucking his hips to let his permanent erection throb. For Vixen it was too much, the pheromones he gave off were so potent she fell to her knees in total arousal.

‘And WHAT have we here? HUMANS! Oooh, I’m gonna make you my favorite!’

They didn’t hear a word of Big Red’s banter, all of which was telepathic as he broadcasted his lusts all around him to the other satyrs. To the humans, all they herd was the satyr bull nicker before licking his lips at the moaning Vixen.

‘So hot stuff, wanna drink from Big Red’s fire hydrant?’

“NOPE!!!!!!” Cried out Martian Manhunter, a grimace on his green face as he raised a hand and instantly the red furred satyr stopped in his tracked, frozen in place. With his telepathic invasion halted, the crowd of satyrs shook their thoughts free and looked up at the massive goat man in shock, until Diana stormed up and socked him straight in the eye. Collapsing like a couple tonnes of bricks… More likely because he weighed as much, Big Red floundered onto his back **** while everyone gathered around the fully transformed pure satyr.

“Who the HELL is this?” Gasped Vixen, just now regaining her composure and covering the wet stains on her pants.

“It’s Barry; the Flash.” Said Johnn, nonchalantly.

“BARRY?!”

“Holy crap he’s Huge!” Gasped Hawkgirl.

“Holy Crap he IS huge!” Gasped Mera, still drawn to his two-and-a-half-foot long erection bobbing at full mast even while ****.

“How did you stop him so quickly?” Wondered Batman, getting a better look at the massive goat man snoring after being punched so hard. “Usually it takes you a few minutes to break through his will power.”

“That’d be true if he had any left.” Answered the Martian, looking deeply into Barry’s mind. “Whatever has happened to him, he’s completely succumbed to the transformation, there’s nothing of Barry Allen left in there, just some horny, hungry goat.”

“Are you telling me our friend is lost to us forever?” Fretted Wonder Woman, worried for the Flash.

“Well... No, thankfully I can rebuild his mind with the memories of those who know him best, and…” Taking a look around to the rest of the League present, Manhunter slowly nodded when he finished. “There, he’s back.”

Snapping his fingers, Manhunter looked down at the results as the massive, bloated satyr bull slowly got up and looked around, blinking with his good eye all around him to find himself surrounded by satyr versions of his friends. “Diana? Batman? Hawkgirl? Where the heck am I?”

“You’re with friends again Barry, welcome back.”

His head clearing and feeling up his face and body, Barry quickly remembered everything he had done since he had lost himself to the urge of the herd. "Ah geez, Iris is gonna HATE this."

"Barry... More than likely Iris is in the middle of a gang bang with like... 12 of you."

Before he could reply, Superman clocked the Flash **** again and gave him a second black eye, getting a reprimand from the rest of the shocked group as he raised his arms defensively.

“What?! He deserved it after what he did to me!”