Working out changes.

Still having trouble blinking with two black eyes and looking at himself through the reflection of a glass panel at the ruins of the Halls of Justice, Barry grabbed a hold of his beer gut and gave it a shake, grimacing at just how massive he had become.

“Jeez, I can’t believe I let myself go like this, what happened to me?”

“The best I can make out with what’s left of your rebuilt memories, you went to the washroom and Zatanna followed you inside, after that you… well…” The Martian Manhunter explained, trying to be as discreet as possible.

“Sigh, well at least I have this to wear…” Tugging at the yellow loincloth he made from a towel, the massive satyr bull sulked, looking at his two-tonne reflection with dismay. The man looked like a giant furry mascot for a sports team, intentionally made big, bloated and round so he could be seen from the bleachers. “Whelp… THIS has got to go!” Giving his gut a slap, Barry stepped out into the open where he waved his arms out to have the rest of the league give him room. “Everyone stand back, things are going to get turbulent!” The moment he gave the warning, the anthropomorphic goat man became a blur, thousands of after images whizzed and faded, giving the impression he was running on the spot. For over a minute the Flash went like this, causing the rest of the Satyrs of Diana’s herd to gather around the man and watch as the tiled floor crumbled into dust and gravel from his hooves stamping the floor at light speed velocities. Then with a gust of air, the Flash stopped. Arms outstretched, the satyr bull smiled back to his friends and posed. “Ta da!”

The transformation was startling to the crowd of satyrs. Gone was his bloated paunch, fat rear and moobs the man sported. The Flash was now a tall, lean, and sleek furred goat man! Smiling and flexing his arm, the ladies ooohed and awwd at his barrel chest and flat abs.

“Oh yeah, why didn’t I think of that.” Chuckled Superman, scratching his hairy chin and clearing the space around him. Disappearing into a blur of black fur with red and blue cloth, Superman ran on the spot as fast as his superspeed could take him. Stepping back, the crowd gave the satyr room before he came to an instant stop. The moment he did, several satyresses swooned at the now solidly built, 10-foot-tall super satyr tugging at his loin cloth to keep decent now that his waistline had shrunk considerably. “Ooooh, no wonder the ladies called you farm boy…” Husked Hawkgirl, fanning herself at the sight of the towering hunk with horns.

“By Artemis, as if the goddess of wisdom forgets to grant me insight.” Sighed Diana, tapping her forehead with the epiphany when she wrapped her arms around her full quad boob chest and did the same, her own magically provided super speed making her a blur while her long flowing hair billowed overhead. When she had stopped, the satyress had trouble looking over her prominent chest. Turning and posing to get a good look at herself before turning to her friends. “Well? Did it work?”

Seeing the ogling stares of everyone present, it most certainly did!

Gone was the bloated curves and extra mass that took up her stomach, thighs, and rear. The Satyress amazon had burned off all her excess fat and turned herself into something else! Now sporting smooth long legs with flaring hips and a tapered waist, Diana’s hands drew over her flattened abs and her firm thighs and heart shaped rear where her tail wagged with excitement behind her, before roaming up to cup the heft of her J cup quad breasts barely being contained in her top. Cupping her face, she sighed with a smile to find her face slim and hawkish once again, no longer round, and soft as before but still framed by her massive horns and flowing black hair. She had regained her Amazonian physique and beauty and then some, now framed in a 10-foot-tall satyress’s body.

“Okay, my turn!” Proclaimed Lois, prepping herself ready and immediately began running on the spot. Unlike the others who had superpowers to propel them to burn off such excess mass, Lois Lane found herself running on the spot at normal speed, causing her bulk to shake and warble until much to her embarrassment, her upper pair of breasts flew up with one knee jerk and struck her in the face. “AWW SHIT! SONOFABITCH! PISS CAKES, MOTHERFU…” Her face turning red, Lois crossed her arms over her chest and stormed out of the hall, down the walkway out of sight, leaving everyone to feel a little embarrassed for the satyress before Superman chased after her.

*

Finding his wife hadn’t gone too far, Clark came up from behind the large satyress who was trying to keep from crying to herself alone in Clark’s quarters, or what was left of it after the herd had gone through it.

“Hey, are you feeling okay Lois?”

“No! I am a big fat farm animal! How SHOULD I feel?!” Rolling his eyes, Clark realised that was a stupid question to begin with when he pulled her close and hugged her from behind to calm her down. “What am I going to do Clark? I’m huge, WE’RE huge! I cannot go back to being a journalist if I take up the whole press room. What if Diana’s plan fails and we’re stuck like this?”

Scratching the back of his horned head, Clark mulled over that as well. “Well… There’s always Smallville, the farm is still there. I can go back into the dairy business, like dad did.”

Slowly turning around, Lois looked up at Clark’s face and narrowed her eyes. “A dairy farm? Milking cattle?” She asked, almost darkly as if his idea was an insult to her.

“W-well it wouldn’t be so bad, we could wake up early, enjoy the fresh air and morning sun light together.”

“Oh?” Slowly pressing Clark back against the wall, Lois pinned her husband there, her breasts mashing against his barrel chest until the slopes of her tits touched their chins. “Tell me more.” She purred, deftly letting her hands roam down his chest to his flat abdominal muscles and to his waist where her fingers fumbled with the knot holding his loincloth up.

“Well, I’d start the day opening the barn and stables, let the cattle out to wander the fields.”

“Hmm, gotta enjoy the fresh air after all, stretch your legs.” Purred Lois, managing to pry Clark’s loincloth off him and toss it across the room before prying off her own loin cloth and top. He could feel her hands stroke at his growing erection while she kept his eyes on hers, the woman licking his chin with a smile. “Tell me more.” Guiding his hands to her hips, Clark was a little taken back before she began to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth before she straddled his bobbing erection.

“Hnngh… Well I’d rake up some hay for the heifers to eat…”

“Mmm, need those oats to start the day.” She husked, turning around and positioning herself over his massive cock, then sunk down on his length, forcing him to grip at her thighs.

“Th-then I’d let the steers out into pastor, g-give them some time with the rest of the cows, keep their… Their numbers up.”

“Gasp… Need lots of calves to have a healthy herd.”

“Hnnnngh! Then I would steer them to the barn to be milked, we don’t have a machine, so we have to… Have to do things by hand.”

“Such STRONG hands for the job, such an expert…” Grunted Lois, her tongue lolling out of her mouth while she ground against her husband, her inner muscles squeezing at his cock to coax him on, smiling when his hands gripped at her rear possessively. “MILK me Clark! DO IT!” Grabbing hold of his hands, Lois pulled her husband close and brought his hands to a pair of her breast, groping at her stiff nipples and biting her lip when his fingers managed to make her nipples spurt milk down her belly.

“We could get… Get gallons of milk from the cattle, enough to keep the farm stable, Ma Kent even had some left over to m-make our own butter and cream.”

“SO THICK AND RICH! Keep going! Give me your milk Clark, Keep going… Keep… Keep… Muh… MUH… MOOOOO!” Her mind exploding with pleasure, that was the last straw for her when she felt Clark erupt inside of her already crowded womb, her insides swelling slightly from the deluge and her own shared orgasm crashing through her. Slumping down to the floor in a puddle of cum and milk, the two satyrs panted and moaned with Clark still balls deep into his wife while she leaned back and squirmed, pulling Clark close to kiss him deeply.

“It’s… huff… It’s a good plan Clark, but I’m not going to wear a bell around my neck.”

“Heh… Yeah, wait, what?!”