Making
her way towards the Hall of Justice, Diana steeled herself for the WORST thing
she had ever endured in her new life style. More sadistic than Cheetah’s
attempts to kill her, more barbaric than Giganta’s rampage of destruction, and
more demeaning than Circe’s schemes…
“DAMN
GIRL!... Don’t those hurt yo back?”
“Yarrrrr,
shimmer me timbers that be a big booty!”
Cat
calls… Oh she heard them all the time, but now that she was a seven-foot-tall
goat woman with a figure that looked like she was smuggling four water melons
in her blouse and two pumpkins behind her skirt, they’ve been non-stop. Then
again, how could she blame them? Even with the most conservative looking
business suit she could find in her size and her hair tied in a modest pony
tail, she still looked like the slutty boss exec at an office. Buttoned up as
she was in her dark blue jacket and bright blue blouse, the top three buttons
had to be undone just so her chest could breath. No bra in the world could
contain her massive mammaries, not unless she wanted to order something custom
made and that was a string of questions she didn’t want to answer. Every bit of
her clothes was skin tight, and even though her skirt reached down to her
knees, they did nothing to hide the swell and curves of her matronly hips and
powerful thighs. Plus, the hole at the top between the slopes of her ass to let
her fluffy tail poke out was just the cherry on top of her shitty day. And so,
the cat calls kept coming…
“Hey,
do those pick up cable tv?”
Huffing
out in annoyance, Diana rolled her eyes. The ones about her horns were new
though. Granted they had grown quite long, Diana blushed bright red when she
got them caught in the pull cords of her ceiling fan and nearly pulled the
whole thing off its hinges. But no, she wasn’t going to have this be another
burden on her shoulders. Yes, she was a satyress but NO she was NOT some
oversized, oversexed bimbo. She had seen how some of them had degenerated into
sex starved man eaters, heck some had completely cornered the prostitution
market. After all, how can today’s hookers compete with goat women who want it
for free?
“EXTRA
THICC!!!”
Holding
herself tightly, Diana’s blush returned, and she practically ran to the Hall of
Justice. It was another 10 minutes before she skipped up the stone steps and
disappearing through the doors of the JLU. Leaning against the glass door and
sighing in relief, Diana thought that she had finally found sanctuary.
“That’s
a HUGE bitch!”
Slumping
her shoulders, she began her march towards the meeting room.
*
Heading
into the meeting room, Diana spotted the rest of her comrades chatting before
the meeting started. Near the water cooler, she could see Hawk Girl trying to
talk to Batman, the man looking stern and nonplus to the winged satyress’s
please. Shayera had taken to her current state rather well… So to speak. For a
mother of five, it showed on the woman’s 7-foot-tall figure. The dress she wore
did little to hide the pudge and extra padding to her curvaceous figure,
cementing her place as a full-blown MILF.
“Come
ON Bruce, how long are you going to be angry with me?” Without even giving the
red furred woman a single glance, Batman sipped from his plastic cup of water.
“Hawk Girl, when you came back to your senses you broke my pelvis on the roof of
a Gotham high-rise.”
“I
was Stoned… Drunk… High on pheromones… Oh come on, who wasn’t a sex starved
animal that night?”
“Me.”
He answered, taking a small sip.
Pulling
out her phone from her purse, Shayera swiped towards a pic from her phone
screen. “Aren’t you going to at least talk to your kids?” Giving the pic a
brief look, Batman frowned at the family picture of Hawk Girl with her three
daughters and two sons, all of them wearing dark clothing and looking just as
grim as he was right now. “They’re not mine.” Taking another sip, Batman walked
away with Hawk Girl in tow, still trying to reconcile with the dark knight.
Across
the other side of the room, Diana smiled when she spotted Black Canary and
Green Arrow. The couple chatting before Diana waved to them. “Dinah! You’re
looking well.” Chirped the amazon princess, hugging the blonde satyress, Black
Canary had found a way to make a costume that fit… If only just barely. The
boots were gone, and her fishnets stocking were practically invisible
underneath the blonde fur on her legs, but at least she found a leather jacket
in XXXL and a one piece that covered her four breasts, though her upper pair
DID threaten to pop over the top at just the slightest movement. “And how are
you feeling… Oliver?” Green Arrow looked exhausted, drained even. Heavy black
circles were under his eyes and his complexion was so pale he looked almost
chalk white. “Hello Diana.” The man answered before yawning in his hand. “By
Hera, what’s happened that’s made you so ill?”
“My
wife…” It took Diana a few seconds to get the idea, staring at an exhausted man
and his now bashful wife pretending to be interested with something else but
the conversation. “Oh!”
“Well
if it isn’t little ol Goody tits!” Blinking back at the crude name, Diana found
herself face to face with Zatanna. As rough as the others looked coping with
being a satyr, the magician looked like she had been rolling around in some
alley way. “And look at how
cleaned up you look, what’s wrong ‘Princess’ the common folk aren’t good enough
for a roll in the hay?” Wearing only the barest minimum of her original
costume, which complained loudly under the stress of containing her massive
curves and bulk, the black furred Satyress looked like she had crawled out of a
cave or swamp. Her bloomers were stretched so thin they looked like a thong,
showing off the globes of her ass and the white of her tail. Her four breasts
were contained if barely by her black vest, which held out under a single
button, revealing both an upper and lower cleavage. No longer wrapped in a bun,
her hair was wild and unkept, draping down her back and over her shoulders. She
smelled of alcohol… Among other odours better found in a bathroom stall or
whore house.
“My
goodness Zatanna, you’ve… Uhm, you’ve…”
“Gotten
FAT I know, having a few dozen kids will do that to you Diana, and you know
what?” Leaning in close to stare Diana straight in the eye, Zatanna smiled a
haughty ‘better than thou’smirk back at the satyress. “I love every bit, inch
and pound of it!” Spinning right around, the black satyress sauntered to her
chair, deliberately swivelling her hips with every step. “And the boys in the
yard love it too!” Giving her rear a mighty slap, Zatanna looked on with a
proud smirk when she spotted the Flash and Booster Gold mesmerized by the
wobble of her ass. Looking uncomfortable when they tried to hide their
erections under their tight pants.
Oliver
could only blink in surprise after the massive woman took her seat, her chair
groaning under her weight. “wow… guess the stories about her eating her doves
and rabbits were true then.
*
When
everyone had arrived for the meeting, Superman looked around to find everyone
attended, standing to his feet and straightening a pile of papers in his hands.
“OK, I started this meeting to address a few… Slight issues that have been
found by the rest of the League, namely concerns that have cropped up the last
few weeks.” Going over the first page, Clark went down the list. “First off the
snack machines have been going empty rather quickly.”
“Oh,
come on! who doesn’t get the munchies every now and then?” Barked out the Flash.
The satyr had grown large over the last 3 weeks, although his muscles had grown
significantly, he also sported a beer belly that threatened to burst his one-piece
costume open. It was like a prize 500-pound bull was wearing his costume
instead of the lean built Barry Allen. “Well Barry a few have even been found
to have what look like teeth marks on the sides.”
“Oh…”
“Second
matter is the amount of phone calls the Hall has been getting, usually this
wouldn’t be surprising but lately they’ve been social workers asking questions
about child support.”
Lowering
his head at the table and covering his face with his hand, the bulky Booster
Gold mumbled under his breath. “Geez, you walk by a bikini car wash one day and
oops! Overnight they’re asking for money for baby cloths…”
“THIRD
on the list is the complaints of water hazards on the floor, we’ve had quite a
few people slip on puddles of milk, especially from the women’s washroom door.”
Slamming
her fist on the table and causing her bust to jiggle near endlessly, Black
Canary sneered. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! This is a witch hunt!”
“Now,
now, settle down Dinah...” While Superman and Black Canary argue across the
table, Zatanna eyed everyone at the meeting. Sneering at Wonder Woman watching
the argument intently, she turned her attention to the shouting blonde and
smirked at the drained and tired expression on Oliver’s face. She didn’t need
to be told that the former bar brawler had been draining her husband every night,
sometimes several times a night just to be satisfied, it made the magician
chuckle under her breath. Hawk Girl continued to try and be chummy with the
Dark Knight, claiming her bunch were his, even Zatanna knew better that those
were just ONE of the many litters Shayera had since her Buck had been
imprisoned, after all you don’t have tits as big as your head if you’ve only
have five kids, more like 20 or 30! It offended her so, they shouldn’t be
arguing, OR talking. They should be fucking, BREEDING, eating everything around
them until the Halls of Justice were a pile of crushed stone and goat manure.
There should be thousands of them, MILLIONS eating and rutting until all
civilization was gone and replaced with nothing but the woods and wilds. It was
a shame, but she had a plan.
Looking
across the table she spotted Barry looking at her nervously, specifically her
cleavage from the jacket she was forced to wear to keep ‘civil’. Even thinking
the word made her upset. Licking her lips, she thrust out her chest and too ka
deep breath, arching her back and aiming her chest just right, until… ‘POP’.
The single button holding in her four crowded breasts finally gave up the ghost
and shot across the table to smack the Flash right between the eyes. “Oops,
sorry about that Barry.” Zatanna giggled, wrapping her arms around herself
while she watched the Flash suddenly get up from the table and excuse himself
to the nearest restroom, the massive bulge in his pants nearly threatened to
burst his front when he ran like a blur out of sight.
Standing
up from her seat, Zatanna made her way to follow him, her hooved feet clicking
the tiled floor like high heels. “I’m just going to find something that fits,
be back soon.”
Going
back to the meeting, no one really noticed that Zatanna had stopped trying to
hold in her breasts or cover herself up, or notice the predatory gleam in her
lust drunk eyes.