The last step to recovery.

It was too much for Diana. The spell Circe and Zatanna had cast, it amplified the effects of Buck’s corruption a thousand-fold! All around her, whether she could see it or not was causing everyone to fall victim to his appetites and desires in excess. She felt feverish, dizzy… and strangely euphoric. Even while she tried to resist, she felt a pang in her stomach, a fire in her loins and a dryness in her mouth. She wanted to eat, to drink… To have sex. But it was more than that. She didn’t just want a bite; she wanted a buffet! She didn’t want a drink, she wanted to drown in the heaviest of wines. And the lusts. They were a blaze in her belly she couldn’t put out. She wanted, NEEDED a man, a woman, anyone. She wanted Superman, Batman, Aquaman, Mera, Hawkgirl, she didn’t care.

Looking down to her cloven feet she found Manhunter on his back, the man rapidly transforming against his will as he writhed and squirmed. His feet becoming hooves, a trio of horns sprouted from his scalp between four red eyes… And a trio of erections growing hard and thick like bamboo before her very eyes.

Panting and looking away, she found Batman fully transformed and giving Shayera the ride of her life. The two completely lost in the moment, as were all of her friends and loved ones, trapped in the aura of Buck’s corruption.

Looking ahead, just as fur creep up her neck and covered her chest and stomach, she found her mother and aunt no longer threatening Buck, but instead fighting over him like a pair of lionesses over a pile of meat.

“Hey ladies, no need to fight, PLENTY of Buck to go around.” The massive satyr chuckled. “If you want a ride on Buck’s fuck fest express, all you need to do is get a ticket.”

Try with all her might, Diana struggled to resist, just as the fur enveloped her face, and warped her completely into a pure born satyress. The moment she opened her eyes, her irises had become square, and with a shiver, her demeanor broke.

“Oh BUCKYPOO!” Diana chirped out, waving her hand over her horned head to get the satyr god’s attention. “You don’t need to fight over ol Dee Dee if you want some fun! I’m the best motorboater out of all my sisters.”

Scampering over towards Buck with the same grace as a bimbo in high heels, the mentally broken amazon princess fell to her knees in front of the surrounded satyr and immediately grabbed hold of his erection, practically shoving her daughter and Aunt out of the way to get to him all to herself.

“Get ready for rough waters, Captain Dee Dee is going to makes waves. Tee hee, get ready for a splash!”

***

High above the peaks of Mount Olympus, at the grand palace of the gods. Zeus, the king of the gods and lord of lightning… Did not like what he was seeing. He, along with the rest of the pantheon of gods watched from a stone pool at the heart of the seeing temple, the clear waters acting like a window to the mortal realm down below.

“In the name of Chronos… Look at what’s going ON down there.” Zeus shook his head in disbelief. Watching on as the populace of Earth very rapidly became satyrs before his very eyes. “And ALL because of YOU!”

Tossing her hair and crossing her arms, Demeter; the goddess of nature herself, rolled her eyes and looked away.

“Oh please, like YOU never tried to find a way to get off when Hera was home and in a mood.”

“Well yes, because I never created something to fornicate with and then tried to shove it under the sofa after I was caught with it, like you were.” Snorted Zeus. “I mean… You couldn’t do what I usually do?”

“What? Turn into a swan and fuck a married Queen? For the umpteenth time?” Demeter smirked back at Zeus while everyone else present jeered and whispered.

“Hey! It works! Chicks dig swans! And don’t you dare drag out my dirty laundry little missy, or maybe I need to bring up your last screw up with Charybdis.” The crowd of gods and goddesses jeered again, hooting silently as Demeter looked around and glowered at her brothers and sisters childish responses. “You want to keep fat bitches from eating from your pear tree? Build a flight of stairs to the front door!”

Hermes, Apollo and Ares screamed out in awe of the sick burn to their sister, who stood there fuming and blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

“My husband, ever the paragon of chastity has a point my daughter.” Piped in Hera, giving Zeus a kick in the ankle to cease his glory hounding and looked down at how the Earth was changing. “This is all your doing. Because of your little sex toy, he’s causing irreparable damage to the humans we rely on for faith and belief.”

“Yes… Even now I feel my powers fading.” Complained Ares, resting his hands on the lip of the pool. “This is not a war; in fact, NO wars are being made at all”

“There is no justice or higher learning, or civility being held down there.” Huffed Artemis lethargically. “The only thing being held in highest regard is excess and instant gratification!”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re all complaining about, I feel fine.” Shrugged Aphrodite.

Dionysus chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle of wine. “Yeah, same here. It’s been a blast down there.”

“Bah, you two WOULD have little to complain about in these current affairs.” Snorted Ares, getting a raspberry from Dionysus as he took another swig.

“Hmm… I’ve not felt any drain from my powers either.” Wondered Demeter out loud as she watched the forests and greenery of the planet spread right along with the satyr plague making its way around the globe. “If anything, it hasn’t been too baaahahahahahad!”

Caught off guard by the woman bleating like a farm animal, the gods took a step back when they spotted the goddess of nature sprout a tail and a pair of horns. Followed swiftly by Dionysus and Aphrodite. The trio shivering as they continued to change before the pantheon’s eyes.

“Oh WOW! They’re really going to town down there.” Gasped the goddess of love, shivering as her horns grew longer, her dress splitting open to reveal a second pair of breasts that demanded room underneath, swelled large and ample under her original pair. Fanning herself, a sheen of blonde fur crept up her body as her figure grew. “It’s enough to make me feel HOT under the collar!”

“DAMN! This is REALLY good wine!” Slurred the god of festivities and merriment, oblivious to his transformation as he grew a foot taller, his clothes and accessories either tearing apart or snapping off him.

Fully transformed into a voluptuously endowed satyress herself and still growing, Demeter shivered and squirmed on the spot, pawing at her wide hips, meaty thighs and plump backside. Her four watermelon sized breasts pushing free from her top, standing full and proud from her chest.

“Ah FUCK do I need my Buck right now!” Demeter bleated and snorted, too busy feeling herself up to see the pantheon had fled the seeing room when she and the others began to tower over them twice over.

“Someone say FUCK? Tee hee hee.” Aphrodite tittered, pressing up against the nature goddess, and in doing so collide into Dionysus. “How about a manage eh troy?”

“You mean a ménage à trois?”

“Pff… Do I LOOK French to you?”

Fleeing the seeing temple and running for the safety of the grand palace, Zeus and Hera ran hand in hand, not daring to look back, even when the temple roof cracked and fell apart from the three gods growing bigger and bigger. The sounds of goat braying growing louder and deeper as matters on Earth grew far worse.

***

“Tee hee hee… Oooh, I think I caught a big one!” Tittered Diana, trapping Buck’s cock between her many tits and stroking his length with them. “Don’t hold anything back now Bucky-Boy, Dee Dee’s thirsty for some Buck made ice cream milkshakes. Extra creamy!”

“Heh. And to think you didn’t want any of this before.” Chuckled the satyr deity. Grinning like an idiot while Diana sucked him off while her mother and aunt fawned over him.

The rest of the Justice League had broken one by one by the influence of the herd and were already swallowed up in its corruption. Martian Manhunter, for all his self control had been reduced to a giggling himbo while three satyresses rode him out like a carousel. All four of his eyes were crossed while his tongue lolled out of his open mouth. Hawkgirl was on her hands and knees being taken hard by Aquaman while his wife straddled Batman, shoving her tits into his mouth and crying out loud when he came hard into her.

Green Arrow and Black Canary were swinging with Superman and Lois, the four of them reduced to grunts and animal noises as did the rest of the millions of satyrs all around them. Vixen had fallen to her back with her thighs spread open while she reared back and brayed. Instantly going into labour around the same time Lois had crawled off of Oliver to do the same.

Taking up either side of Buck, Circe and Zatanna laughed, taking turns making out with the satyr while they watched the princess of the Amazons reduced to a wanton whore sucking Buck off.

“Hnnnngh… Pressure’s building up doll face.” Winced Buck with a grin, loving Diana… Or in this case Dee Dee’s ministrations, especially how she fondled his balls with both hands while expertly wrapping his cock in her tits by shimmying her shoulders.

“Yes! Gimme it all, give me all of it! Strawberry Ice Cream! STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM! STRAWWWWWW BERRRRRRRYYYYY!”

“HNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!”

Wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock, Dee Dee sucked as hard as she could when he flooded the back of her throat with hot cum, gallons swallowed at a time and yet she still consumed everything he had to give. Her stomach, once firm and flat after working off the bulk she had gained fully bloated out, filling out from her meal one gallon of cum at a time until her belly filled her lap and **** her thighs apart. But she was not satisfied, NEVER satisfied. And she loved it now. She didn’t want to know satisfaction. If she did, it meant she would stop. She wanted MORE! She wanted to be bigger, larger, fatter, curvier. She wanted tits so big they’d take up all she could see. She wanted an ass so big and wide; no male could ignore her. A belly so full and round with kids she’d be overwhelmed by the kicking and motherly hormones boiling away inside her. She wanted to lose herself to it. ALL of it.

Pulling her lips free of the fire hydrant of a cock between Buck’s legs, Dee Dee licked up the meter long length of his girth and fluttered her eyes back at the dizzy and elated god of satyrs.

“I hope you have more for me Buckypoo!” Dee Dee giggled, pressing her tits together to apply pressure to Buck’s erection. “One sundae is not enough to satisfy THIS girl.”

“What do you say Buck?” Purred Zatanna, licking at his ear. “Keep going. I want to see her fatten up like a balloon.”

Circe licked her lips at the prospect. “Same here!”

“Well then, let me churn some cream to get this girl going.” Buck laughed, thrusting into Dee Dee’s chest, making the amazon princess laugh as his cock bumped against her chin and nose. The lot of them laughing at Buck’s complete conquest of the world and promise of more.

His victory was absolute.

But then something popped free from the space of Dee Dee’s cleavage, something that made everyone stop laughing when it spun in the air like a coin then landed on top of the pliant meaty orbs of Dee Dee’s tits and right on top of the head of Buck’s erection. The clay prison idol in the shape of a goat’s skull, the one Demeter had reforged, landed perfectly on top of his cock to look right back at the confused faces of Buck, Zatanna and Circle. It’s empty eye sockets glowing a bright blue, just as Buck leaned over to whisper to Circe.

“Pssst. What’s that thing…?”

The explosion of light blinded and startled everyone for miles in every direction as it spread out to cover the entire planet, then back again to return to the source. When the light came back, the eyes of everyone present glowed a bright blue along with the clay idol, energies flowed out of the millions of satyrs and flowed into the clay idol. Immediately everyone present began to shrink. Their height, mass and bulk diminishing like ice under a hot sun and evaporated out to funnel into the idol. Satyrs and Satyresses who towered over everyone lost their balance as they shrunk down to their original height, and weight. All the stolen and devoured matter they had accumulated dispersed back out to their original source. All around them the city rebuilt itself brick by brick, girder by girder as all the damage and destruction Buck’s rampage had wrought undid itself. Along with Buck, who panicked when he was being turned into energy and pulled into the idol too… Dick first.

“Oh, come ON! Not again. It was just getting GOOOOO….”

Pulled in completely, the sunken eyes of the clay idol finally went dark. Leaving everyone to stop and get up from the ground, looking around with confusion on their faces, followed by harsh, sobering clarity. Millions of satyrs chattered and panicked amongst themselves as they tried to cover up their bodies with their hands or whatever they could to keep their decency. Others tended to the satyresses who were in the throes of labour, unsure what to do. And the Justice League gathered together, finally free of the all-consuming lusts and gluttony that had poisoned them earlier.

Sitting up and rubbing her stomach, Mera stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Ugh… What have I been eating?”

“Me…”

“My head is KILLING me, what is…” Feeling up his scalp, Batman frowned. “Ah, right.”

Getting up to her cloven feet, the now lithe yet voluptuous Wonder Woman looked around to find the city restored, right down to the last stray scrap of trash rolling down the street. But along with that, the buildings had… Merged somewhat with the plant life around them. It was hard to tell where the city began, and the forests ended.

“It… It is done. We are free!” Gasped Hippolyta, her hands at her lean face with a look of peace, picking herself up with the aid of Antiope, while the rest of her amazonian sisters helped who they could. “My daughter, you have saved us all.”

“Not… Entirely.” Sighed Diana, looking down at her furry body to find she and everyone else were still satyrs. Looking down, she found the clay idol on the ground, now cold and inert. “But at least Buck’s chaos has been sealed.”

Reaching down to pick up the idol, Diana found another hand reach out for it and snatched it up.

“NO!” Complained the overweight and incensed Zatanna, getting to her feet with the idol in her hands. “You’ve ruined EVERYTHING! We were going to spread across the cosmos, eating and screwing onward to eternity!”

Gasping at their friend’s mania, and the idol in her hands, the League slowly crept towards Zatanna with caution.

“Zatanna. Give us the idol.” Demanded Clark, his hand out calmly. “Don’t start this over again.”

“Of COURSE I’m going to start it all over again. Isn’t that RIGHT Circe?” Zatanna smiled wickedly, turning to look if Circe was still with her, only to find the sorceress already gone. “FINE! I’ll do it my…”

(Clunk)

Going stone stiff, Zatanna gave a dopey smile, and rolled her eyes back after Power Girl lightly bonked her on the head with her fist and plucked the idol out of her hand.

“You’ve done all the damage YOU’RE gonna do!” She declared, throwing the idol up into the air to fire off into the sky like a comet. Brushing her hands clean, Power Girl looked to the rest of the league and the rest of her friends with a shrug.

“What?”

***

Three months later…

“Steve! I’m home!” Called out Diana from the door of her shared apartment. The satyress taking off her business jacket to be hung at the wall as she kicked the door closed behind her with her cloven foot. Her figure was lean, and well exercised, yet retained a great deal of curves brought on by the changes and her previous lifestyle. Even with a flat stomach and narrow waist, her hips were wide and ample, sporting muscular thighs and a meaty rear. Her chest were a quartet of milk heavy orbs that rivalled the ripest of melons. Sighing in relaxation, Diana looked out to the living room and hummed to herself.

All around her, the building’s interior looked like a cross between a prefabricated living room from a high-rise apartment building and something better seen on a building swallowed up by nature. Vines, greenery and flowers grew everywhere, meshing and crisscrossing with each other but doing no ill to the structure, if anything it supported it.

Heading over to the blinds of the living room window, Diana opened them wide to let sunlight in and take in the view of the city from her 100-story high apartment. The city of Washington looked like a city merged with a redwood forest. Buildings in every direction stood with trees growing up and out from the structure like they were cliffs, or the buildings themselves were MADE from the trees and woodlands. The skies were clear and the air fresher than it had ever been.

Taking a deep breath to take in the view of the city, Diana turned and smiled to see a bowl of fruit on the coffee table freshly plucked and the smell of wildflowers coming from… Well… Pretty much everywhere. Off in the kitchen she could hear vegetables being chopped and Steve’s voice calling back to answer her.

“Hi Diana, I’m making dinner. How was work?”

“Pretty eventful.” The satyress sighed, undoing her bun and shaking her hair loose, combing her fingers through her hair to let it flow behind her and over her shoulders. Letting it cascade down behind the custom-tailored business suit, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse to air out her cleavage and let her chest breathe. “The Justice League managed to stop another plot by Lex Luthor… Gotham is still in shambles after the Joker’s latest schemes but so far Poison Ivy’s been hard at work putting things back together. OH! And good news, I got word from my mother, Zeus has blessed Themyscira with tending and catering to the gods to keep them placated while Olympus is rebuilt.”

“Which ones?” Asked Steve, the tall bull satyr stepping out of the kitchen in pants and a t-shirt wearing a cooking apron that had two arrows. The one pointing upwards said ‘Kiss the cook!’ While the one pointing down said ‘Him too!’

“Demeter, Aphrodite and Dionysus…” Shrugged Wonder Woman, making a face of dismay from what her mother told her. “Zeus ‘punished’ them for their deeds up there and sent them to us to watch over. They’ve been… pleasant.”

“The gods of booze, sex, partying, shrooms and bad life decisions.” Smirked Steve, heading his way over to the couch with two plates of food for the two of them, where Diana joined him. “How are your sisters and mom taking them being there?”

“The same as letting a relative you quietly talk ill about stay in the guest room, eat all your food, play music louder than what’s appreciated in the late hours, pee in the potted plants, destroy furniture in a self-destructive drunken haze, ruin your life and when they leave, they promise to come back soon and do it all over again…”

“So… Like my Uncle Ralph?”

“Yes Steve, just like your Uncle Ralph… The ass.”

“Well… You can’t choose your family, but you can choose the company you want to be with, and the cleaning staff you hire that make life easier.” Steve shrugged, cracking open a drink over a coaster on the table and winking over to Diana. “Speaking of cleaning up, Karen called, she said your kids are doing well at her new firm.”

“That’s nice.” Smiled Diana, leaning her horned head back over the couch to stare up at the ceiling. “She and Zatanna were the worst off when Buck corrupted them. Though I’ve got to admit, her kids are nice.”

“Oh yeah, the nation of New Krypton up in the North Pole.” Thought Steve out loud, nodding. Over the last few months, the many thousands of Power Girl’s children and grandchildren had rebuilt the Fortress of Solitude as their home. Though a better name would have been the Fortress of Fraternization what with how welcoming and accommodating the lot of them were. “You know, for a bunch of inbred goat people from outer space, they’re pretty eloquent.”

“Indeed. Dr. Fate presumed Buck’s magic prevented everyone turned into satyrs from having any ill effects from their indulgences. Otherwise, everyone would be dead from eating metals, stonework and plastics this whole time.”

“Or end up with an extended family tree so screwed up, it stops being a tree and becomes a knot tangled topiary!”

“Shame that even after he’s gone, his… Curse is still in effect. Circe and Zatanna were so intwined with his energies that even with him gone, so long as they remain, so too do we as… This!” Wonder Woman explained, pointing at her horns.

“They look good on you.” Shrugged Steve.

“Yes, well. Good to hear Karen’s doing well. I’ve seen her on the news, she cleaned up pretty good, lost a lot of weight, looks good for a satyress of her stature.”

“With tits and ass for days!” Steve snorted, biting into his meal. “Lost a literal ton of weight and still looks like she can’t reach her hooves if she bent at the… Ouch.”

Rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder from Diana’s playful love tap, the woman gave Steve a smirk as she turned to sit on her side on the couch. Resting her head in the palm of her hand.

“At least she’s doing a lot better than Zatanna, poor woman is still in rehabilitation.”

“Yeah… Being patient zero for all the insanity that’s happen wouldn’t just go away overnight. We should visit her in Kansas some time, check up on her.”

“Maybe tomorrow…” Diana hummed to herself, her eyes lingering over Steve’s body as a smirk crossed her lips. “But what are your plans tonight?”

“Well after dinner I was hoping we’d watch a movie together; I made muffins for dessert.”

Smiling wider and giving the man a sultry look, Steve wasn’t surprised when Wonder Woman moved to straddle his waist and bury his chin into her cleavage.

“How about a bite of THESE muffins Stevie!” Purred the amazon princess, all while undoing her top and letting her four breasts free to smother the man’s face. “And if you are a GOOD little studmuffin, you might be allowed to bake a few clay pots in my pottery kiln to fill the cupboards.”

“You’re getting better at flirting Diana… But what’s the bit about pottery and…?”

“You want a batch of kids or not?”

Hoisting the woman up off the couch, Steve marched his way out of the living room and towards the bedroom, all while Diana laughed with her legs wrapped around him and her hooves locked together at his back.

***

The Kent farmstead in Kansas…

Stepping out the front door of his home and looking out to the dawning morning sun from his front porch, Clark Kent smiled back at the fantastic view of wheat and grain fields going on for miles around him and made his way over to the family barn behind the farmhouse. The satyr of a man wore a flannel button shirt and denim pants custom tailored for his physique. Several months of exercise and healthy eating had shrunk the massive satyr bull down to a relatively lean and fit frame. True to his word with Lois, the couple returned to Kansas when the whole ordeal with Buck was resolved, but with no one returned to normal, some help was needed for those who had trouble readjusting back to normalcy. Seeing an opportunity to help as always, Clark opened his farm to the public to help them out.

Outside the property, a large billboard showed a large friendly banner emblazoned with “KENT FAMILY SATYR REHABILITATION AND WEIGHT LOSS SPA” on it, coupled with a picture of Clark and Lois waving back happily to drivers who’d pass by.

Opening the wide, wooden double doors of the barn, Clark looked down at a lot of sleeping, overweight satyrs snoring away in a pile and then whistled into his fingers to wake them all up. Spotting dozens of horned heads dart up when they noticed the morning sunlight beam in from the open doors and wince in annoyance, giving off a collective groan and grumble.

“Good MORNING everyone, time to greet the day and get to work!” Clark cheered in a pleasant voice, with his hands at his sides, the anthropomorphic goat pointing a thumb over to the pastors behind him. “It’s time for your morning calisthenics before going to the milking machines!”

The grumbling and murmuring grew louder in protest, with a voice in the back complaining it wasn’t even 6 AM yet.

“Oh, come ON guys, I’ll make it up to you with my mum’s famous whole wheat muffins for breakfast.”

The murmuring turned to a more positive tone as the lot of lazy satyrs got up to their cloven feet and made their way out into the open air, guarding their eyes from the morning light as they wandered the grassy plains around them and started getting into motion.

“Now lets start off with some morning exercises to stretch.” The satyr farmer called out, still cheerful as he opened a bag of bovine feed and poured it into a basin at the heart of the pastor.

“Morning breakfast of oats, followed by a short 5 mile run and when we get back we can have some egg whites and sausages with those muffins before you are milked.” Called out Clark, getting cheers from the herd of overweight satyrs munching away at the feed. Brushing his hands clean with a smile, Clark nodded in satisfaction, that was until he felt a pair of hands snake around his slim waist from behind and try to reach down into his pants.

“Mmmm… I have another sausage in mind to take a bite out of Clarkypoo.”

Going stiff in more than one way, Clark slowly turned his horned head to look over his shoulder to find Zatanna smiling back at him, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes seductively.

“Wanna have a roll in the hay Clark?”

“LOIS? A LITTLE HELP?” Clark called out in a panic.

Giggling at his nervousness, Zatanna cried out in a panic, being sprayed at by a water bottle that shocked her into letting the man go and scamper off to join the others in the herd to get something to eat.

“YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT YOU SHOWGIRL SLUT, GO GET SOMETHING TO EAT AND THEN YOU CAN OGLE MY HUNK OF A HUSBAND!” Lois barked out, crossing her arms between her four breasts and huffing in annoyance. The satyress wore a pair of jeans and a matching flannel shirt like her husband, tied at the front to make a top. Resting her spray bottle to hang off her belt, the woman snorted at Zatanna’s behaviour.

“She seems to be getting better, isn’t she.” Chuckled the Satyr of Steel, scratching his chin until his wife elbowed him in the side.

“She lost a few hundred pounds for sure. Comes with the strict diet and workout regime.” Answered the slim and toned satyress. Tilting her hip and tossing her hair as she watched their herd graze and fraternize. “Now we just need to keep her from trying to get into everyone’s pa… I SEE YOU ZEE! LEAVE THAT COUPLE ALONE! YOU’RE BEING A BAD INFLUENCE AGAIN!”

Sighing in frustration and shaking her horned head, Lois turned to Clark with a frown. “What was that about improving?”

“Baby steps?” Clark shrugged. “Give it another month and she’ll be back to pulling doves out of her hat. Who knows, maybe she’ll undo all of this.”

“Instead of trying to free the snake in your pants? I’ll see that when I believe it Smallville.” Turning, Lois left the pastor and headed back inside. “In the meantime, if she wants a piece of you, she’s going to have to ask ME for permission.”

“…. What?”

“We double as a dairy farm Clark, and we need healthy calves if we want the Bessies to produce a lot of milk… While they’re getting in shape of course.”

Looking back over to the herd of satyrs doing their stretches in the field and over to the milking barn nearby, his eyes went back to the Satyresses who leered back at the hulking satyr in a way that made him nervous… And a little tight in front of his pants. Especially the way Zatanna would trace her finger down her cleavage in a provocative gesture and wink back at him.

“I should have told her we should have stayed as journalists...” Clark lamented. “Nothing sexually compromising ever happens to journalists…”

The End