Circe's island vacation.

Floating in the churning waters on her back, the satyress Circe cooed and hummed to herself as she idly paddled her body around the natural spring, dipping into the clear waters and splashing out the other end with a gasp, tossing her long purple hair behind her with a shiver. Her breastmilk dripped heavily from her four bloated tits, with her pregnancy reaching its peak and her body responding to it, her juices ran down her stout legs and mixed with the spring water. She had made a name for herself in the past by turning men and women into beasts for her amusement. Now that she was a beast herself, she wondered how she went so long without becoming one and not enjoy the experience. Stepping out of the pool and not bothering to dry herself off, the massive satyress looked down from her spot from the spring, dripping wet, she looked down at the stream that ran down the mountain side towards the amazon city of Themyscira.

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Down in the training fields of the city, Antiope stood with her arms crossed watching her sisters train; racing, sword practice, archery, spears and shields. She always demanded perfection from her warriors. “You there! Keep your shield up!” Barked the general, pointing accusingly at the pair of warriors practicing in the ring. Seeing their form improve, she kept a stern eye on the pair before turning her attention back to the rest of her warriors.

“Careful my sister, lest we have a rebellion in my kingdom from your stern teachings.” Called out Queen Hippolyta, making her way down the steps to the training fields. Antiope turned her attention briefly over her shoulder to address her sister and Queen. Bowing before her highness and turning back to observe the training grounds again. “Stern teachings lead to a sharp blade, and I do not wish to see my warriors grow dull.” Stepping aside to a table nearby, Antiope poured herself a clay mug of water freshly taken from the springs. Taking a sip, the woman shivered when she smelt the hint of wildflowers and cinnamon but ignored it. “At all times must we be prepared for an attack my Queen; I would tolerate no quarter from my troops if that were to happen!” Taking another sip, she found herself getting thirstier the more she drank

“Diana says differently, having spent so much time amongst the patriarch world.”

Pouring herself another cup, Antiope scoffed. “Bah, no offense to your highness but your daughter always had a heart when she should have held a blade.” Taking deep droughts from her cup, Antiope felt a heat flush through her, her leather armor feeling strangely snug across her hips and chest “Had you commanded me my Queen my legion would have set forth to bring order to man’s world and have them bend to heel.. Then wrap them around my legs and have my fertile fields seeded by… By…” Her breath hitching in her throat, Antiope tossed aside the empty cup and grabbed hold of the pitcher of water, upending it to her lips and guzzled the water as if she were dying of thirst. Water spilling down her neck and chest to splash on the cobblestone grounds just as she tossed the pitcher away, wiping her lips. Bleating out like a goat.

“SISTER! What has gotten over you?!”

Gasping and clutching her head, Antiope staggered back, groaning as if in pain. Going to her sister, Hippolyta looked down and gasped as the water that spilt on the stone suddenly bloomed grass and moss from the moisture. “Poison! Fight it my sister, we shall get you help.” Groaning out loud, Antiope pulled away from her Queen and pulled at her chest armor, managing to rip it open just in time for Hippolyta and the amazons to see Antiope’s breasts grow fuller and her stomach bulge. Scratching at her scalp, everyone gasped when a pair of horns popped out of her skull.

“RUN MY QUEEN, So… So hot, must maintain discipline… GO! I can only fight back the beast for so long!”

Looking behind her, the Queen found several other amazons falling to the effects of the water, clawing at their cloths as they suddenly grew too large to be contained by them. Falling to their knees as fur spread up their bodies and horns grew from their heads. Looking back to her sister, Hippolyta was horrified to see Antiope continue to grow; her thighs becoming stout as her hips flared wider, her leather bodice burst open and was slowly being pushed open by a healthy pair of melon sized breasts, just as a second pair began to bud below them, amber coloured fur spread up her arms and legs and creeped up her neck, just as the woman cried out for her to run.

Doing just that, Hippolyta fled from the fields to head to the palace, she had to warn her people and save as many as she could. But heading out into the courtyard of her city, she was horrified to find the damage was far more severe. All around her, her sisters and friends transformed and grew, overwhelmed after drinking or bathing from the stream water gathered by the servants. Several had burst out of their clothes, becoming bloated and curvaceous while others went mad with hunger, biting into the decorative plants and pottery nearby. Madness had consumed her kingdom!

“MOTHER!” Cried out Donna Troy, racing down the steps of the palace to meet her mother just as a group of creatures barged out of the palace doors. Bloated, furry perversions of her former sisters, Hippolyta was horrified to find them lost in a haze of gluttony and arousal, kissing each other languidly or grabbing what they could to stuff into their mouths.

“Mother, they have all changed, what is this?”

“We must flee paradise island my Daughter, seek refuge with your sister in man’s world, come quick, to the docks!”

Fleeing to the beaches of the island, the two looked back to find the amazons gathering and giving chase, calling out to the pair like wanton whores begging for them to stay. “Join us, JOIN us! Pleasures await if you join us…”

“Do not listen to them my daughter, they have gone mad.”

Finally running down the steps to the docks overlooking the beach, the Queen and her daughter scrambled for the nearest ship when a massive form landed heavy in front of her. Sending sand and splintered wood everywhere. Collapsing back from the shock, the two quickly regained their bearings and looked up in shock.

“There you are sister!” Giggled the massive satyress Antiope, ripping off the scraps of her suit of armor that still clung around her neck. Fully transformed and twice her body weight, the honey coloured goat woman stepped out of the sand crater on cloven feet, her paunch and four hefty breasts swayed with each rolling step. “Why are you leaving sister? Don’t you hear the call of the herd? Hmm… It’s intoxicating.”

“Antiope! You must fight this madness, we can get you help from Diana, sha can save you all.”

Sneering at the name, Antiope stomped towards the Queen and princess, grabbing them both by their arms and hoisting them up where their feet dangled. “The betrayer cannot SAVE you sister! No… Perhaps you should see to the leader of the herd, yes, SHE will know how to convince you.” Dragging them back up the stairs like a mother punishing a pair of spoiled children, Hippolyta and Donna fought and struggled but it was to no use, the massive satyress had retained her Amazonian strength after her transformation, if anything at her current size she was possibly stronger. Dragged back into the central courtyard, Hippolyta gasped as her sisters fornicated in the open, tangled amongst each other in lesbian orgies that littered the streets. Some had begun eating the tools and weapons, biting into the magical blades and shields as if they were but bread. Pulled until they were finally released, the two remaining amazons stood their ground and looked up in shock, at the largest satyress they had ever found so far.

Easily 12 feet tall and more than half that wide, the female creature was comparable to an elephant. Sporting massive thighs bigger than Hippolyta twice over, four beachball sized breasts with wide, leathery areolas that sported thick dripping nipples. Her belly was a near spherical dome where the queen could make out jolts of movement while a furry hand rubbed its surface to calm the brood within. Her ears were pointed and swivelled to the cries and wails of the amazons around her and sported enormous horns that curved and gnarled into the shape of a heart above her head. But what had caught her attention was the beautiful smirking face of the purple furred she-beast.

“CIRCE! I should have known this debauchery was YOUR doing! You will never claim my island paradise.”

“I do not want it, not anymore.” Chuckled Circe, breathing in the scents of the amazons in heat all around her. As you can see, I have ‘grown’ well past my desires of your kingdom, no, I wish to spread this gift, set you all free.”

“Free from what?” demanded Donna, looking around and steeling herself to the sight of her friends swelling larger and furrier, lost in a haze of hunger and lust as they tore at the buildings and art for nourishment. Then the sound of a splash of fluid darted the two’s attention back to Circe, where a puddle formed between her cloven feet. Panting and smirking at the two amazons, the massive goat woman turned around, presenting her wide rear and raised tail to **** them to see her unborn crown at her stretched pussy, despite the pain, Circe remained standing, wringing her hands as she bore through the contractions.

“Hrnngh, free… Free from self restraint, Hrrrrargh… Free from civility… Huff, hmm… Freaaaargh, free from hu-HUMANITY!” Brayed out in savage bliss, Circe gave birth, her large children tumbling out of her one at a time into a growing wet bundle that squirmed and cried out, flailing their limbs. Watching on in disgust but unable to flee with Antiope keeping them there, Circe could no longer speak, braying and nickering as she birthed more. Antiope, looking down, finishing where the former Sorceress left off.

“Think of it my Queen, to be free of your inhibitions and indulge without consequence. Discipline? Chastity? I see now they were shackles to keep me from being this glorious being. For too long my flanks were too thin, my udders too small and my loins too empty, now we can grow, become what we’ve always wanted to be, join us sister… Join the herd.”

With a final roar, Circe had finished giving birth to ten large children, looking over her shoulder and panting with a feral smile on her lips. Turning back around, the massive goat woman fell to lounge on her side and pulled her children to her dripping nipples, biting her lip as they suckled from her tits. “You will not break us like you did my sisters Circe, you WILL be stopped.”

“My SISTER will stop you!”

Frowning at the mention of Wonder woman, Circe sat up and came to her cloven feet. Stomping up to the two with a sneer, before a wicked idea came to her. “Oh? Perhaps some incentive is needed.” Looking back at her newborns, Circe recited an incantation and pointed at her litter. A purple glow of magic surrounded the ten satyr children as they rapidly matured, growing years older in the span of seconds. When the spell ended, Hippolyta felt flush when she smelled the scent coming off the ten hulking satyr bulls that looked around and sniffed the air, their cocks growing hard and veiny from the scent of so many amazons in heat. Nodding to Antiope, the satyress’ s eyes lit up and sauntered towards the nearest bull just as the others broke off to join the lesbian orgies grinding away nearby.

Hippolyta and Donna were **** to watch as their closest family had become a wanton she-beast, pressing up against the bull to peck at his lips , then laughing when she was spun around and speared into from behind by the satyr’s massive cock, her cries of laughter and moans making the two remaining amazons wince. With a bellowing roar, the bull tensed and erupted into Antiope, making the new heifer wail and moan, her stomach bloating out large and round with each jolt. All around the others did the same.

Grabbing the two amazons by their arms, Circe made to leave when she looked over her shoulder to the amazon kingdom, overrun with satyrs.

“GO! BREED! DEVOUR THIS ISLAND! LET NO EVIDENCE STAND THAT THE AMAZONS EVER EXISTED, THERE IS ONLY BUCK! ONLY THE HERD!”

Hearing the brays of thousands of former amazons turned plump satyrs cheer out ‘For the Herd!” Queen Hippolyta and Donna Troy cried out as the three teleported away, leaving the island to its fate. “Mmm… Buuuuuuck…” Moaned Antiope, cradling her swollen belly and squirming on the cum drenched ground, she shivered to the sound of the name, repeating over and over in her head. She belonged to him now, now and forever.