Three weeks later...

Standing up with her hands crossed in front of her, Diana Prince patted down her custom-made sundress and spoke to a circle of goat horned people looking back at her. “Hello, my name is Diana… And I’m a satyress.”

“Hello Diana.” Chirped the dozen or so satyrs and satyresses sitting around her, many of them fidgeting in their chair or fanning themselves slightly with their hands. “It’s been twenty days since I was turned, and even though I’m… HUGE now and a mother of five, I haven’t had sex since it all happened.” A friendly applause broke out before Diana sat down, fidgeting in her seat which was FAR too small for her broad hips and rear. Huge would have been an apt word to describe Wonder Woman now, though stupidly curvaceous or just plain THICC would have been as accurate. Well over 7 feet tall (8 if you’d included her horns) Diana sported a figure that would have made a porn queen envious! With long legs supported by cloven feet that acted like high heels, her new stance showed off her muscular thighs and the dimples to her pert apple bottom rear… Which was as wide as a car tire. A small hole above her skirt gave room for her fluffy white tail. After the birth of her five daughters, her belly had shrunken significantly except for maybe a slight bit of softness, which was overshadowed figuratively and LITERALLY by her four K cup breasts. Full and proud they stood from her chest like a quartet of melons stuffed in the front of her dress, the V cut just barely containing her upper pair and showing off an abyss of cleavage you could get lost in. She had wondered if she should have gone with a form fitting dress before coming to the meeting or have it been baggy so as not to show off her figure. But the way her tits stood out, her dress would have hung off them and made her look fat. Eventually she decided on form fitting since despite having horns, a tail and four breasts, she didn’t want to look more like a cow than she already did!

Despite that and having smooth black fur that covered most if not her entire body and wavy black hair that went all the way down to her back, her face was still as beautiful as ever; with sharp blue eyes, soft lips, a youthful complexion and a warm smile, it was obvious what everyone at the circle was staring at.

The only human in the group, a sunny looking therapist with a tied back bun of blonde hair and buttoned up uniform scribbled on a clip board before speaking with a calm voice. “Thank you Diana, and congratulations on your achievement.” Setting her board down, the woman gestured to the entire group of satyrs trying desperately to be as civil as possible. “I know its difficult for all of you after what happened back in Gotham, but I want you all to know that its only difficult to reclaim your old lives if its hard.” Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement.

“Carl, when the police found you, you were humping a mailbox and couldn’t even remember your own name.” Pointed the woman to a barrel-chested Satyr idly scratching at his ill-fitting sweater, his jeans were custom made at the front to fit his now orange sized balls and semi-erection, which threatened to burst the front at all times. “But now you got your old bouncing job back at the… ‘Titty Twister’ was it?”

“Heh, yeah.” Chuckled the Satyr, scratching his head. “It’s all good so long as I don’t step in during a show.”

“And YOU, Henrietta.” The therapist pointed to a red haired satyress with freckles wearing an oversized sweater and long skirt. “When you turned, you had screwed half a dozen college football players to exhaustion, you even dislocated the hips of TWO of them before security found you.”

Blushing hotly and trying to cover her embarrassment, the satyress squirmed in her tiny chair. “They thought I was a bear attack when they found me, one of them even said ‘**** by snus snu…”

One of the satyrs in the group leaned towards the satyr next to him in a whisper. “The hell is that a reference to?” Getting a whisper back, the burly goat man blinked. “Oh, right! The show with the crab doctor.”

“What I’m trying to say is that even though you are now personifications of free love, fertility and nature’s bounty DOESN’T mean you can’t still live like normal people; you put your pants on one leg at a time, drink coffee and enjoy sports like everyone else.”

Another round of murmurs from the crowd of satyrs came after the speech, nodding in agreement before one chirped up in response. “Yeah… Unless you’re one of THOSE satyrs!” Surprisingly quite a few people who were turned DIDN'T want to go back in any way, completely losing themselves to their changes, they ran off and went into hiding “Now Ryan, we don’t mention them in this group, it’s the whole point of these meetings.” Nodding in agreement, the group members shared mixed looks of embarrassment and shame. “Otherwise you’d be living out in the woods somewhere, eating garbage out of trash bins and being hunted down by child services for dozens of unfiled child support claims.”

Linking hands and making a shared oath of self control, the satyrs in the anonymous meeting shook hands and left the auditorium. Putting on a coat and stepping out to call a cab, Diana had to wonder about the people turned that DIDN’T try to reclaim their lives.

*

Moaning and wailing out into the night sky, Zatanna was on her back, gritting her teeth while the drive to push gripped her again. Digging her fingers into the grass underneath her gravid form, she moaned again when her third daughter crowned at her pussy and was slowly being pushed out of her, joining the pair of crying babes between her outstretched legs. Breathing hard and smiling, drunk on intense pleasure that rivalled sex itself, this was Zatanna’s fifth pregnancy already. After Buck had been imprisoned, everyone was surprised that they didn’t change back. At first it was hard to deal with the new appetites and the explosive sex drive, but most them tried to cope as best they could, after all they were heroes and had to show an image of self control. Then she went into labour and her mind nearly shattered. An hour and 15 orgasms later, Zatanna had given birth to three healthy sons and a daughter. The sensation was… Empowering to say the least, but most of all it was addicting, so much so she didn’t really think twice when a fan of her magic shows stopped by for an autograph after her latest performance and she lured him into her change room. Then there was that agent who tried to renew her contract, the mugger she stopped on her way back to the Hall, even the mailman… Who’s litter she was grinding out right now in the woods outside her home in the middle of the night. “Hrnnnng… More, MORE!” Wailing out and tossing her sweaty black hair, Zatanna bit her lip when her fourth and final child popped out of her, crying with his siblings on the ground after taking his first breath. Panting hard and rolling onto her side, Zatanna gathered up her four children and brought them to her dark and puffy nipples, moaning in bliss when they calmed down and drank her mother’s milk.

Slowly regaining her strength, she cradled her newborns in her arms and hoisted herself up, not a shred of cloths was on her naked frame, but then again what could fit her? Even after giving birth to four satyr children she was well over twice her original weight, though granted most of that mass was in her four-bowling ball sized tits and car tire wide ass. She’d magically conjure her suit when she did shows or returned to the League, but at home she felt so restricted and confined, it just felt more natural for her to go around in the buff.

After her third pregnancy she did just that after she slammed the door shut behind her and tore her cloths off to eat them. Abandoning her self restraint, she ate whenever she was hungry, which was all the time now, and it showed on her new figure. Especially after crossing the threshold of her backdoor, she giggled when her broad hips brushed against the door frame. Her house wasn’t her home anymore, she had spent more time out in the woods out back than her own bed, but at least it served another purpose. A play pen for her children.

“KIDS! Say hello to your new siblings!”

A chorus of cheers rang out through the entire house after she placed her four newborns on what remained of the couch. Five pregnancies and twenty children later, her house looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Like gremlins, her children ate, broke and ruined just about everything they got their hands on. Not that she didn’t do the same, in a heat of passion and pregnancy cravings, Zatanna ate all her cloths and house plants after she scoured the fridge clean. She just couldn’t get enough! If anything, the idea of becoming a plump MILF of a woman excited her just as much as the thought of getting knocked up again.

Smiling back at her children having fun, she walked pass her full-length mirror and admired her reflection. Seven feet tall and more curvaceous than a Cadillac, she placed a hand at her broad hip and her other through her sweat slick mane of black hair to strike a pose. Zatanna’s four breasts stood full and round from her naked chest, still dripping milk from her cork thick nipples. Her hips and thighs were wider than her shoulders, her apple bottom rear standing out like a shelf behind her. Despite her horns, her fur, her hooves and the fluffy white tail atop her round ass cheeks, Zatanna felt more gorgeous, more feminine, and more ALIVE than she ever felt in her life! In her eyes, she was a goddess, and she knew who to thank for that.

“Mmm, Buck, like what you see?” Turning around to look over her shoulder and slap her meaty ass to her reflection, Zatanna licked her pert lips with a sultry coy look. “Is that a pool cue Bucky Boy or are you here to play games?”

It was like a **** now, the more she let go and indulged, the more alive she felt. She wanted to go wild, go FERAL. Go… Party! “It’s a shame you’re still in that prison Buck, EVERYONE should experience how good this feels…” Looking back at the group of kids wrecking her house, Zatanna purred with delight. “Yes… That’s the plan then.” She was addicted now, if she could release Buck, he could make her bigger, make her feel pleasure like never before and share that pleasure with the rest of the League, the WORLD, make more of their kind and start a party that would make Woodstock look like a school dance.

“Just you wait Bucky Boy, Mamma Zatanna’s got a plan to get you out.” Hugging herself tightly, her eyes fluttered at the image of her and Buck grinding against each other, his massive length crowding her tight pussy and plumbing her depths repeatedly. Lost in her musings, she almost didn’t respond to the little hand that tugged at her tail. Turning to look down, she found one of her eldest sons, tip toeing in front of her and rubbing his stomach. “MOM, I’m itchy inside again.”

“Did you go through the kitchen cupboard and ate all the spices again? Sigh…” Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Zatanna huffed. “Fine, I’ll get the cranberry juice.”