Plans and schemes

“Mom? Can you hear me? MOM!” Cried out Demeter, shaking her mother’s shoulder.

Slowly opening her eyes and stirring from her spot on the ground, Diana moaned and looked around her quarters, gasping. She had done it again; overwhelmed with the desires brought on by her rapid pregnancy, she had scoured her quarters of all her possessions, devouring everything she owned. Looking around she found her adult daughters sitting around her, looking down with a look of relief when she sat up and rubbed the fatigue out of her eyes. “Wha-what happened? What have I…” Looking over to Clark, she found the satyr bull leaning against the wall, cradling what few newborns he could in his arms while bouncing one in his lap. The rest were tended to by her pregnant daughters, who gurgled and cooed in their arms.

“You kinda went crazy with heat there Mom, this place STINKS!”

Sniffing the air, Diana found the room smelt of her scent, looking around to find a thick layer of moss on the ground and stains of her pussy juices smeared on the walls. Breathing in deeply, Diana sat up and moved to join Clark at the wall, nuzzling his nose and kissing him deeply before bringing one of her newborn sons to her dripping tits. “Buck’s corruption is potent! That vile creature nearly had me succumb to his tune.” She sneered, sighing in relaxation when her newborn suckled from her breast, her hands shifting when she found him quickly growing from the nourishment.

“If he’s infected the water supply, the entire city is probably already completely changed.” Worried Clark, his wits about him again now that Diana wasn’t broadcasting how horny she was anymore. “If only we had something that could stop him.”

“What about that idol thing, his prison?” Asked Hecate, nursing her baby sister at her own tits and feeling the infant grow rapidly in her arms.

“Sigh… Alas, the prison has been destroyed, Zatanna would have made sure of that.”

“So, what do we do then?” Asked Clark, handing another toddler over to Diana to feed.

“It’s simple, we ask the gods for a NEW prison.” Getting up from the floor and cradling her two children in her arms, Diana stormed out of her former quarters, making her way back to the meeting room.

“What are you going to do Mom?”

“WE are going to summon Demeter!”

“But I’m already here.” Answered the young satyress, following her mother.

“No, my daughter, the GODDESS Demeter!”

*

It was so clear to her now, so many distractions shed away to show her the truth of what she was. Rubbing the distended surface of her belly to calm the stirs and kicks within, Circe watched on in fascination as Buck’s herd scoured everything in front of it. Like locusts they devoured everything they came across; wood, plastic, metal, brick, all of it was nourishment to them, to her. To think she was content in the pursuit of arcane secrets to increase her power, THIS was true power! The power of explosive life, to spread and grow across a landscape, that was true power. Turning her attention back to her consort, it amused her that Buck had a one tracked mind; going balls deep in a random satyress who brayed and moaned for more of his gift.

Then her attention fell to his ‘favorites’, the magician and Kryptonian. Easily the biggest heifers to Buck’s herd, they were as much her herd sisters as much as her rivals. Easily 12 feet tall and weighing a metric ton each, they revelled in their excess, proud of their size and curves, and their fertility. “Are you enjoying the view sister?” Purred Power girl, waddling up to press her belly playfully against Circe’s feeling the stirs of her unborn kick against the other. “Or are you hungry for OTHER things?” She asked, licking her lips.

“Buck will rule all, this affront to nature will be scoured, and the lands will be lush for our herds.” Answered Zatanna, raw passion in her eyes as she too pressed up against the two, leering back at the purple and blonde satyresses.

“YES… He will, WE will, but I feel disappointed that we spread the gift one city at a time.” Pouted Circe, her tail swatting her ass cheeks in frustration.

“Buck cannot be everywhere at once; we follow where he goes.”

“Yes… Unless you share in his gift.”

Gasping at the prospect, Zatanna instantly became moist at the proposition, her mind going wild with possibilities. “You can give us the power to offer the gift?!”

“Why yes, my magics are raw, I can make you like Buck, become like I am; a demigoddess of fertility and nature.”

“Yesss…” Husked Zatanna, biting her lip in arousal.

“But know this, if you turn, you will NEVER return to your old selves, you would be satyress completely, forever!”

Both Karen and Zatanna moaned and squirmed, their nipples going stiff at the prospect of becoming true satyrs at last. “YES! Do it! Make us like YOU, like Buck! NOAW!” Caught off guard, Zatanna cried out when Circe leaned forward and bit the satyress hard on the shoulder, drawing blood as she felt what felt like a toxin fill her veins, then she felt it, a power flow through her body, completing her transformation. Karen cried out herself when the magical being did the same to her, whimpering at the wound at her shoulder, but slowly feeling relief when it rapidly healed.

“We are one now, together we shall spread the gift to the entire planet.”

“Yes… And then we shall live in a blissful world, a savage world, a world of nature…” Looking over to their lover Buck, roaring out his release into the satyress he pinned against a wall. The three satyresses looked to each other with a knowing glance and disappeared; With Circe and Zatanna teleporting out of sight, and Power Girl speeding off across the horizon.