Diana is losing the inner battle...

Diana LOVED this!

Lounging on her side and biting her lip in pleasure, the mother satyress smiled down proudly at her litter of kids feeding from her massive tits. Resting her horned head in the palm of her hand, Diana smiled down at the dozen or so satyr children playing in front of her or suckling off her nipples. She felt so alive, so primal, so maternal. She had always been told by her mother to appreciate her femininity, but she never knew motherhood could feel so… Empowering!... Or arousing. She was the mother of at least 20 children now, each of them healthy and strong and eager to make her proud.

As a human, as an amazon she prided herself on her martial prowess and strength. But as a satyress? Now her strengths were her fertility, her mass, and her herd. She was enormous; easily 12 feet tall and weighing over 2 tonnes and she loved every pound of it. So much so, she wanted to be even bigger, the biggest female in her herd.

Her musing was briefly cut short by the moans and wails of her adult daughters in the same room as her, her smile growing wider at the sight of her daughters in the throes of labour. Yes, she wasn’t just a mother now, she was a GRANDmother! Demeter and Hestia arched their backs and wailed as their pussies crowed, clutching at their swollen middles as they gave birth to more children, their breasts spurting mother’s milk from the effort. Eris and Persephone groaned as they clutched at some of their newborns while continuing to give birth to more. Purring at the sight, Diana leered up to her now adult sons, watching and guarding her daughters and helping their nephews and nieces into the world, or watched on with curiosity and arousal. Licking her lips, Diana stood to her full height, enjoying the way her bulk swayed as she did so and stood to her cloven feet.

“YES, my daughters, relish this experience, you are ADDING to the herd, making us stronger.”

“I… I think I’ve had enough of that for a while…” Moaned Hecate, exhausted as she cradled her quintuplets in her arms and rolled onto her side. Glaring back at her daughter, Diana stormed towards the new mother with her hands at her fat hips.

“What did I DARE hear you say daughter?!” She accused, garnering the attention of the rest of her children as she loomed over Hecate. “You are a satyr! There is no such thing as ‘enough’, the moment your litter is born you should be craving to birth another, and ANOTHER!” Glaring back at the rest of her children, Diana’s nostrils glared. “You should crave to fill these halls with your broods, to have more children than you can count or name. I want you to BREED!”

“Yes… I want more…” Whimpered Gaea, still bearing down to push, giving birth to her fourth child and panting as she felt another move down her birth canal. “S-so good, want more, MORE!”

“You should be CRAVING to be as large and as desirable as I am! To grow large and mighty, instead you all hold back, I want you all to by my herd sisters! To stand hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with me in leading this herd, instead you all fall under the pale of my shadow.”

Rolling onto her side and cradling her quintuplets close to her four bloated tits, Persephone moaned, nearly drooling from pleasure. “Yes! Want to be bigger… Hmm, big as mother!”

“Bigger breasts, bigger ass… bigger EVERYTHING!” Hestia cried out, squeezing her breasts to spurt four arcs of mother’s milk before her attention fell to her four crying children.

“And YOU… My daughter, you disappoint me most of all.” Diana accused venomously to her daughter Hecate, pointing down at the new mother with a snort of her nostrils, her tail snapping behind her. “YOU have questioned my wisdom from the very beginning! I am trying to create a herd strong enough to face the accursed Buck, and you barely show the effort to commit to the endeavor!”

“B-but mother, I thought we were supposed to show restraint.” Hecate asked confused, not recognising the wild almost savage look in her mother’s eyes as she stared back down at her. “I mean, you helped the others find control again, why shouldn’t WE show the same restraint?”

Glaring down at Hecate, Diana wrung her hands in frustration. “Restraint? Restraint?!” The audacity of the question left Wonder Woman without words, so much so her only response was a guttural moan that sent an aroused tingle through her sons and daughters. “The only ‘restraint’ is me not FORCING you to catch up to my glorious mass and fertility! Mark my words daughter, you had best start behaving like a satyr or you might not find yourself in my herd for very much longer!”

Stomping off towards the exit to their shared den, Diana turned to her adult son and pressed up against him, pulling him into a salacious kiss and stroked down at his growing erection with one of her hands. When she pulled away, she gave off a deep, hoarse moan that made the group of satyrs’ shiver. Leering into her son’s eyes she whispered into his pointed ear. “When your sisters have recovered, MATE with them! Then any other female you find in heat… I want MY herd big… And plentiful.” Licking his nose, Diana quickly turned and left the room, sashaying her wide hips with each step as she made her way down the moss and vine incrusted hall to hear her children grunt and growl behind her, stoked by her actions and pheromones.

Blushing from the scent and debauched act, Hecate looked to her sisters, each of them cradling their litters and coming down from the strain of giving birth. “She’s getting worse, she wasn’t like this yesterday.”

“Please… Mom has a point.” Persephone cut in, letting her children suckle from her tits. “We’re not humans, we’re satyrs, and we should be acting like satyrs!”

“Yeah! You heard mother.” Gasped Demeter, pouting back at her sister’s argument. “You should stop complaining and indulge, we should be heifers by now.”

“I don’t know…” Confused, Hecate continued to nurse her newborns and watched as her brothers stomped up to join their siblings on the ground. Worried about how things were quickly slipping out of control.

*

Heading into the main hall, Diana found the rest of the League trying to keep themselves in check, maintaining control while overwhelmed with desire and hunger. An uphill battle they were all losing as the seconds ticked by. Breathing in the musky scent of male arousal, Diana came up to an exhausted Hawkgirl cradling her newborn quartet of harpies before brushing her hip affectionately against the bird/goat woman and pull her into a kiss, making her swoon and moan before pulling away and approaching one of Shay’era’s sons. “You, here and now!”

Seeing no need for flirting or introduction, Diana pinned the male harpy against the wall and fell to her knees to suck him off, garnering a growing crowd as they watched the biggest female in the League sucking off the Harpy and looking over her shoulder to shake her rump and tail invitingly to the rest. She didn’t have long to wait until she felt a pair of strong hands grip at her thighs and plunge a massive cock into her folds, making her moan around the cock down her throat. Gripping at her black hair and horns, Diana’s eyes went wide when she felt a torrent of cum flood her mouth, eagerly swallowing the gallons of seed. Pulling away from the still erect cock with a pop to her lips followed by her licking down his length and kiss at his testicles, the male Harpy moved away where several other cocks were waved in front of her face. She no longer wanted human food anymore, why should she? The males of her herd were FAR more filling and FAR more nourishing. Oh, she could fill herself on the building itself, chew on the brick and mortar and metal of the Halls of Justice, the growing beast in her craved that along with the cum of all the males in her herd. Yes, why deny the beast any longer? She wanted out, to be free to swell and grow and breed forever.

Looking deep within herself she had already shed so much of her old self; her self-restraint, her taboos, her self-image, and each part of herself she abandoned, her body grew and swelled mightily. She was the alpha female to a herd of satyrs, in days she would number in the hundreds, then the thousands. The only thing holding her back was the tiny scrap of humanity still left in her, if she finally did away with that, she would become the most powerful satyress in the world! It would be so easy…

“Hey everyone, I’m back! And good news! I’ve brought friends.”

Fluttering her eyes open, Diana panted and shook her horned head, clearing her thoughts as her lover pulled out of her and joined the growing crowd of satyrs surrounding Superman as he returned to the Halls of Justice, carrying what few survivor’s of Buck’s invasion with him and placing them on the ground. Wiping drool from her pursed lip, Diana regained her composure and joined them.