Heading out.

Checking herself in the mirror and sighing in relief when she heard a knock at her apartment door, Diana Prince stepped gracefully out of her bathroom, wincing slightly when she got caught for a split second at the door frame by her hips and open the front door.

“Hi Diana… Uhm, you’re looking well.” Said a bashful Steve Trevor, trying not to look deep into the abyss of Diana cleavage from her business suit that looked like it only just barely fit her curvaceous figure. A difficult task since her bust was now eye level with the man. “Steve! Thank you so much for coming.” The Amazon princess smiled, pulling the man into an affectionate hug that made the man’s eyes bug out when he struggled to breath, his face trapped between four watermelon sized breasts demanding to be free. Seconds later, he was pulled away and gasped for air. “Thanks for offering to babysit while I head to work, the League’s called me in for a meeting and I couldn’t find anyone at the last minute.”

“No problem, Angel, anything for you.”

Her heart fluttered a bit before she caught herself, she had to maintain discipline, something she was thankful for having after so many centuries of training. Bringing a delicate hand to her mouth, Diana playfully called out. “Oh GIRLS, your babysitter is here!” Instantly the television in the living room turned off and five little satyr girls ran up and stood shoulder to shoulder at the end of the hallway. “Girls, this is Steve Trevor, he’ll be watching over you tonight, understand?”

“Howdy girls.” Smirked the man with a wink and boy scout salute. Amused that the five giggled and started whispering to each other. “Well, anyway you have my number Steve, just let me know if they end up being too much of a handful.”

“Sure, thing angel, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, she waved goodbye to her daughters and began her journey out for the meeting.

With the door closed, Steve looked down to the five satyr girls looking up at him intently, it was hard to believe that the five 12-year-old looking quintuplets were only 3 weeks old! But then again… Magic.

Seeing their attention still on him, Steve coughing into his hand to clear the awkward moment. “S-so… girls, what do y’all wanna do?”

“Wanna watch TV?”

“Let’s play board games!”

“Let’s… Let’s…” Panting and holding a finger to her nose, little Demeter looked about ready to sneeze, when she did, it was so strong she nearly jumped. But when she shook off the sneeze, the little girl shivered, suddenly growing a bit taller, her cloths sounding tight when she went from looking 18 in just a few seconds. Blinking back in surprise, Steve watched on as the other four girls shivered and grew to match their sister, now looking like they were in their mid teens. “Where was I?” Asked Demeter, her finger at her chin deep in thought. “Oh yeah… We can have fun.” The word ‘fun’ marked with her giving Steve a childish grin.