Meanwhile, at the Daily Planet…
“Ugh… What a night…” Groaned Clark Kent, sitting heavily at his desk chair and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He spent all night searching for the Flash, and all he came up with was a red blur that disappeared out of nowhere. Now he was left fuming at work with bags under his eyes. That is until he smelled a coffee mug being waved in front of him by a delicate hand.
“Tough night Smallville?”
Accepting the mug of coffee and smelling the cinnamon scent of the coffee, Clark took a sip to clear his head. “I spent all night looking for that jackass, where ever he is, I can’t find him.”
“Ooh, tough break.” Sipping at her own coffee, Lois blinked at the sharp taste, fanning her face. “Wow! This coffee is strong.” Looking back at the ladies at the cafeteria wall of the newsroom, Lois found the rest of the staff reacting the same way she was, fanning themselves or rolling their shoulders like their cloths felt tight. “Could be worse huh Clarke? He could have shoved that thing somewhere that could have gotten him killed!”
“I hear that!” Taking another sip of his coffee, Clark squirmed in his chair, his pants feeling oddly tight suddenly. “Now hear this, fastest goat alive found with baloney up his nose.”
“Ouch! Never knew he got you that riled up.” Sipping her coffee even more, Lois felt her cloths tighten on her, was she feeling bloated? “You know what I would have done if he pulled that stunt with me?” Taking another sip, Lois fluttered her eyes, oblivious to the top buttons of her blouse popping off to give her now E cup breasts room to breath. “I’d break that thing he has swinging past his knees in half… But not before I take a ride on that thing.”
Looking back at Lois in surprise, Clark found the woman catch herself before taking another sip. “Lois, hey, have you tried the coffee here?” Called out Betty, the editor. The glasses wearing girl gave the woman a welcoming hug before taking a sip from the mug in her own hand. “I know right? What a perk up.” Soon another journalist joined the pair, Cassie the intern tossed her hair out of her eyes, her top half open to expose heavy DD breasts that demanded space from the former A cup bra that had snapped half a mug of coffee ago. “Hey ladies, WOW this coffee is fantastic!”
Drinking more from his mug, Clark found his cloths getting tighter, especially in the crotch, but what was getting his attention the most was the three women in front of him. Right before his eyes, Lois and the others grew more and more curvaceous to the point their cloths couldn’t contain them. Downing her drink, Lois moaned when her skirt split open behind her, her hips and ass expanding until her skirt could no longer contain her burgeoning thighs and rear, leaving her panties exposed and stretched into a thong… Along with a white fluffy tail.
Downing his own coffee in surprise, Clark grit his teeth when the discomfort in his pants could no longer be ignored. Spreading his legs to give his now orange sized testicles room to swell even larger, the front of his pants burst open to reveal a foot and a half long cock as thick as a beer can and throbbing with his booming heart.
“Oh my GOD, CLARK!” Gasped Lois, her now G cup breasts had ruined her tight blouse and she could feel her heels ready to burst. Clark Kent struggled with the throbbing mass like it was separate from him, his heavy balls hanging over the edge of his chair and forcing his legs apart. “Can’t… Can’t calm it down, so hard…” Feeling a delicate hand press against his barrel chest and push him back, Clark found Lois get down on her knees and sandwich his cock between her now massive breasts, licking the nob of his erection while keeping eye contact with the man. “Mmm, this looks uncomfortable Smallville, let me help.” Gripping the arm rest to his chair, Clark was powerless as the growing satyress in front of him sucked him off. Her heels had finally given up the ghost to free her cloven feet and her blouse tore and burst at the shoulders and back as she grew larger. It wasn’t long until a second pair of G cup breasts sprouted under her original pair and a pair of horns popped out of her scalp, her skin taking on a sheen of smooth black fur the same colour as her new free and flowing hair.
“No fair! I wanna taste too.” Pouted Cassie, taking up Lois’s left side and bumped her wide hips against the satyress next to her. Betty took up space on the right, tossing away the rags of her own blouse and bra after she outgrew them. Looking down and grunting like a bull, Clark found three curvaceous satyresses taking turns sucking him off and making out, his cock trapped in the abyss of his wife’s cleavage. Reaching for his mug and finishing off his drink in one gulp, Clark’s transformation accelerated when his shoes burst to reveal his shaggy furred hooves. Horns jutted out of his scalp and grew until they became over a foot in length, all while his shirt and pants burst at the seams to reveal rippling muscles and smooth black fur covering his entire body. Eventually his growth was too much for his office chair to contain when it finally broke and he fell back, only to have a trio of satyr women giggle at the event and reposition themselves on top of him. “Man of Steel huh? More like COCK of steel!” Straddling her husband’s waist, Lois tore off what was left of her cloths and aimed his length at her drooling folds before sinking down heavily, forcing Clark balls deep into her pussy. Her moan of pleasure was guttural and wild, already twerking her hips and squeezing her inner muscles to coax him to thrust back.
All around the news floor, the staff had all transformed into oversized and oversexed goat people. An orgy almost instantly forming when the whole lot of them became overwhelmed with desire, some even went as far as starting to eat the furniture and office supplies.
“Can’t… Hold it… Any longer!” Groaned Clark, his one hand gripping Lois’s hip for support while groping one of her massive tits. “Don’t hold it, NEVER hold it! Give me… Mugh…. Give me all you’ve got!” With a nicker and snort, lark finally erupted into the satyress, making her belly suddenly bloat and swell as his balls fired off their payload inside of her. Lost in her own orgasm, Lois Lane moaned like a goat in heat while Betty and Cassie nuzzled and licked at her chin and cleavage. When the mind-numbing pleasure finally died off enough to see straight, Lois turned to kiss Betty, squeezing at her ample rear possessively before slowly moving to switch places with the blonde satyress. “You’re turn girlfriend, Clark, fuck her EXTRA hard for me, I wanna hear her scream.”
Sitting up with a snort, Betty laughed when she found herself speared by his length and wrapped her legs around his waist for leverage. “Okay honey better stop the presses because here’s a BIG scoop for you!”
“Always had a way with words didn’t you Smallville…”
*
Back at the Prince apartment, Diana’s daughters continued to sit and watch television, watching on as the news showed the city suddenly finding itself with a growing satyr problem. One channel after the other showing small orgies forming out of nowhere and people suddenly exploding with growth into 7 to 8-foot-tall goat people.
“Wow, mom must be having a shit fit out there.” Blinked Hestia, petting the heads of her two baby brothers on her lap.
“I know, right?” Chuckled Eris. “Knowing her she’s probably standing on a soap box touting carnal forbearance and the virtues of…”
A crash at the door caught everyone’s attention when the girls found their mother had returned home from the meeting. The 8-foot-tall satyress breathed heavily at what was left of the door frame, her cloths in taters and just barely hanging off her curvaceous frame. Every part of her was bigger than what she was before the meeting; her four breasts had become comparable to water melons, full and proud they stood from her chest, dripping warm milk from her cork-thick nipples. Her hips were so wide they had broken the doorframe when she barreled through it, her thighs and ass had become solid and meaty. Her two-foot-long horns scrapped the ceiling like swords carving into plaster as she stomped into the living room before leaning against the wall, rubbing circles around the dome of her pregnant belly. Panting, moaning and scratching at an itch inside her cleavage, Diana Prince had become a massive, bloated cow of a satyress, again!
… Abstinence.”