Wonder Woman scanned the expanse of the Pacific Ocean before her, the long rolling swells were almost invisible due to the height of the invisible jet. Puffy cumulus cloud dotted the sky around her, but otherwise she was surrounded by the big blue Pacific sky above and the deep blue of its ocean. She was flying a reconnaissance mission to the Truk Lagoon where the Combined Fleet of the Imperial Japanese Navy was believed to be in preparations for its next attack. The war wasn’t going well for the democracies. Following the devastating losses at Pearl Harbor and a string of defeats in the Dutch Far East and the Philippines’, American morale had been boasted by the draw at Coral Sea and the Doolittle raid adventure. However the big defeat at Midway where all three fleet carries the Yorktown, Enterprise and Hornet had been sunk and the second Pearl Harbor raid had occurred changed the wars priorities. The Germany first policy had been scrapped as serious threats of a Jap invasion of the west coast were perceived. It was all nonsense thought Diana the Japanese wouldn’t invade the United States, but even she needed to prove this to the army brass. Soviet Russia had fallen to a combined German and Jap assault after the Soviets lost the tank battle at Kursk to the bloody SS. The war dragged on into the late 1950s. So today she flew a long lonely mission to the Japanese fleet base. She had been poking her jets nose throughout the Pacific for the last two weeks trying to sniff out the Japs, no luck so far.
The trouble was duly recorded by a diligent instrument which noted a gradual increase in exhaust gas temperature. In her continuous cockpit scan Diana noted the needles pop above its normal line, such vagaries occurred in all machines. However, it didn’t creep back to where it should have but bumped up another notch. Annoyed, Diana took a closer look at the rest, the starboard engines oil instrument was also showing a rise in temp and drop in pressure. “Damn”, she cursed one anomaly okay but a linked series, no way the starboard engine was starting to act up. Why couldn’t these things happen on the ground as opposed to the middle of no where. She reduce power on the right engine a few percent and increased it on the port engine to compensate, retrimming the rudder to compensate. A workable solution but the engine was dying. Oil was leaking out of a fractured line and soon it would seize the turbines. The line burst catastrophically, warning lights flashed red as unlubricated components quickly exceeded their design temperature threshold and fused. The engine died in a fury of small metallic confetti that emptied itself out the tailpipe in a cough of black smoke. The only blackness in the sky as far as the eye could see.
Diana had been digging through her charts looking for a diversion airport when the engine had consumed itself. She was an accomplished pilot and quickly got the airplane retrimmed from the big yaw induced by the now dead engine as the good one tried to push her into a circle. She rescanned the engine instruments quickly port engine was good but the fuel gauges were a different story their tale was confirmed by a quick visual scan of the starboard wing, engine fragments had penetrated her right wing tanks and she was leaking fuel from the tanks she could see the steam of fuel trailing the crippled bird. “Fuck”, okay lets rethink this. An unnamed Island swam into view, typical Pacific atoll. Then her memory pulled out the fragment of the Top Secret base on the uncharted Island she had reviewed when planning this little hop. Good I’ll set down their. She remembered the runway was camouflaged. Fighting with the invisible jet as it bucked its way through some turbulence she quickly rolled into an intercept course for the Island as it crawled across the horizon. Dipping into her flight bag she sought the secret approach plates for the Island. With a sense of relief she found it, frequencies, runway orientation everything, great now I hope someone’s awake down their. Diana switched off the stealth features to conserve power. A hint of sweat was forming as she fought the badly trimmed aircraft through some more turbulence. The radio call she made went unanswered but she noted a runway magically appear beside her as the camouflage nets were rolled open as she turned onto final approach in accordance with the approach instructions. A brief sequel as the rubber touched the asphalt and she was braking hard to slow the jets hot approach. Diana had carried a bit of extra speed to compensate for the dead engine. With 50 feet to spare she stopped and spun the aircraft around to see a follow me truck zoom out onto the runway. She taxied behind the old faded kaki painted chevy pickup directly into a dark hanger as the nets over the runway cranked back into position behind her.
The bubble canopy cranked open, as she peeled off her oxygen mask, the heavy jungle air rapidly displacing the cool air conditioned air she had enjoyed previously. The driver of the pickup had gotten out and was walking up to the nose, eyeing up the invisible jet. Noting the fuel leak he had quickly gotten oil pans and laid them under the leaks and then poured a fire retardant into the pans. She unbuckled her harness and noted his activities, seems switched on she thought to herself. She could see him give a double take as she clambered down from the cockpit and turned to meet him as he came out from under the starboard wing, immediate safety chore finished and the jets wheels chocked. Diana gave him a quick look over a well tanned muscular man, chiseled narrow face, Steve’s height, she felt a quick pain of loneliness, and then went on with her assessment, short crew cut, faded olive green t-shirt and cutoff military trousers also badly faded. This man had been here a fair length of time. That was obvious by the starring, lingering on her breasts, actually Diana didn’t mind and waited patiently for him to recover. He did fairly quickly she thought all things considered she mused considering what this places daily routine must be.
Ernie was taken aback by the pilot of the strange jet, to say mildly. Not a man to suffer shock long he had quickly recovered when the approach alarm was triggered by the radio call on the discrete frequency. That in itself had only happened a couple of times before. He’d been shocked by the appearance of a jet, he’d read about them, but here was one for real and she looked gorgeous that low whistle, instead of the grinding roar of props, but by far the biggest shock was the pilot. He’d heard off Wonder Woman of course, but their she stood, crash helmet in hand. He’d let his eyes travel slowly over the shapley buttocks as she’d clambered down the built in kick steps on the jets nose. His eyes had feasted on her large bossom encased in the bustier, down the deep cleavage, her beautiful eyes and wonderous brunette hair. He’d forgotten to close his mouth until he realized it was open as he tried to introduce himself. “Welcome to airbase X, I’m Gunnery Sgt Ernie Earhart, camp commandant, guest greeter, and everything else,” he said extending a beefy hand and a lopsided grin. “I don’t get many visitors, I’m sure you have a story to tell, it is Wonder Woman isn’t it.” “Yes it is Gunny, I’m very glad you were here as you can see I’ve had a little mishap with this bird and could use your assistance, but I’d love a cold drink first,” said Diana. “That mam I can surly arrange, c’mon with me, but first I’d better make sure the camo’s all in place don’t want the Japs interrupting my hosting duties,” he winked.
Ernie downed his iced coke, one of the few luxuries he rarely treated himself to due to the resupply situation. So you see this base was built by the navy engineers to spy on Truk in the late 30s in secret. We had a garrison of a marine platoon but they were sent to China early and their relief never arrived after Pearl Harbor and the war went to hell. I’ve been here alone ever since holding the fort plus the few natives who come to worship of course. Ernie figured that because she had the approach plates to the place she had the need to know about the place. You see we get the odd spy plane to come in. The navy tried to send a Catalina flying boat once, I’ll show you the wreckage in the lagoon. The japs were watching it I guess from a sub because as it taxied in to the lagoon up pops this sub and blasts the boat with its deck gun. Damn near shit myself when they sent a shore party in but they never ventured very far just made sure no one on the Cat was alive. After that I’ve been very discrete, besides the natives warn me, nice bunch they are. Diana sat listening to the man pour out his story, she was a good listener, and he so very much wanted to talk. It must be pretty lonely here she mused. She answered all his questions regarding the war, the states it was dark by the time they had finished. The cold drink had turned into supper and then discussions. “Mam” he said “I’ll show you to your quarters, the only room with its own washroom” he said leading her down a cool hallway, wiping the odd cobweb away, “not been used in awhile” he said a bit of a cough in his voice. Diana noted it but said nothing.
Gunny flicked on the light as he entered the room. It had a decided woman’s touch to it but a mausoleum’s feel to it, having obviously not been used I awhile but still immaculate. “Gunny whose room was this,” she asked? “My mother” he said “Amelia Earhart,” he said quietly. “What did you say,” she said not quite believing what she had heard? “Mam it’s a long story, its been a long day, how about over breakfast”, he suggested? “Sure Gunny”, this I’ve gotta hear” she said, “And your right I’m kinda bushed as well”, “and Gunny thanks for everything.” “Just make yourself at home here use what you find,” he said. Ernie left her, now that’s a dame and a half he thought heading back to the CO’s room down the hall. Dian browsed the room, looked in the closet saw a few native short skirts, a really faded thin white blouse. A picture on the wall showed a well tanned white woman with a bunch of natives. She had gone native in dress and wore a native skirt and that was all. Her pregnant belly obvious in the picture as well as her big smile and youthful complexion, yes that was Amelia, Diana thought, the date read 15 August 1937. The skirts in the wardrobe matched those in the photo. Diana had a good memory wasn’t she posted missing in July 37, she mused. On a head board she found a collection of diaries. Diana couldn’t resist.
Opening the book Diana quickly scanned the 1937 book to July. ‘2 July 37’ the page read. Day started out fine CAVOK weather, Beech behaving well. Starboard engine started running rough. Tried leaning it out to raise the temp, burn the carbon off some fowled plugs I figured. Didn’t work and kept vibrating so backed off power on it, added power on the port, retrimmed the Beech. Continued to run rough this was going to be a long day. Then lost oil pressure and the propeller governor failed and the prop ran away. It went to full flat pitch and became a giant speed brake. We were going in, I had to pull the power off the good engine to control the bastard, but she wouldn’t fly at that power. Saw this Island in the fading light and couldn’t believe my eyes looked like a runway. Scorched her in, must admit my best three point single engine landing yet. Place was full of military types. Diana read on intrigued as if reading a classic fiction novel, and having just experienced an almost identical set of circumstances. The military didn’t know what to do with me she wrote. Flipping the pages, toured the Island met some of the natives attending a ceremony. They spoke pidgin English with a Brit or Aussie accent. The Beech was busted the starboard engine needed a couple of cylinders and a new prop governor, the navy boys tucked it into a camouflaged hanger. I think I’d landed at some kind of secret spy base, she had written and confirmed it latter when they swore her to secrecy. Amelia attended the native ceremony learning of the gods and marveled at the Easter Island like statue their. Dian made a mental note to have Ernie show her before she left. She read on into the night.
Ernie wrapped on her door and heard her say “c’mon in Gunny.” He entered the door holding a breakfast tray. “Breakfast in bed mam, least I could do for such a distinguished visitor,” he said with a nod. He placed the tray onto her made bed and lifted the silver cover to reveal a steaming plate of scrambled eggs, toast, jam, with coconut milk and coffee. “Sorry no OJ but lots of coconut milk,” unless you want powdered but I just use that for coffee whitener, kinda gone native hear after awhile”. “That’s very kind of you Gunny,” she said sincerely picking up a fork and realizing how good the food looked. Diana helped with the dishes in the galley. Ernie couldn’t but marvel that he was washing dishes with Wonder Woman. He could help himself but jerk off last night, and was having a hard time controlling a boner in his shorts now as he watched her dry their plates. The domestic chores finished they wandered out to the hanger under camouflaged netting over the walkways, it helped with the shade as well as the concealment. He said they never moved outside the camo between 1000-1200 as that was when the Japs sent their daily recon over the Island. Inside the hanger Diana began removing the access panels as Ernie chatted about the Island and his story. “So you see my mom became pregnant here and the Navy wouldn’t evacuate a pregnant woman and she decided to stay hear with her husband”. “It suited the navy fine because it maintained the secrecy of the base without the need for an elaborate cover story.” He continued, “unfortunately she passed away in child birth with my sister” he said sadly. “I was raised here, educated by the missionaries and the navy and enlisted in the Marines as soon as I was old enough, they sent me back once I was qualified as an aviation machinist and I’ve been here ever since” he rambled on.
Out in the hanger, “well that engine is junk”, he said authoritatively, Ernie didn’t no squat about turbine engines but this one didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out. “I can fix the fuel lines and the rest of the damage but not that hardware” he said. “Actions speak louder than words, shall we get started”, he suggested. “You could confirm what does what and I’ll do the work wouldn’t want to get oil and fuel over your um uniform”, he said. Typical chauvinist Diana thought but a nice chauvinist she thought. “Tell you what do you have another pair of coveralls I could wear so I can wash these, they could use it”, she asked the weeks sweat was beginning to get to her feminine side. “Um sure”, women working on airplanes jeez, but he never said it, if she wanted to wear coveralls sure, “the washing machine is in the room beside the galley, can I throw some things in too, he said tossing her a set of bib coveralls, “these should fit you”. Diana almost bit back a comment of women doing washing but knew he couldn’t help himself, “sure throw some things in to, I’ll go and change” after all she was the ever practical amazon. In Amelia’s room she searched for some undergarments but found only a thread bear white t-shirt much to small for her, so donned the coveralls without. The bib on the coverall just contained her breasts but she didn’t worry about it as she met him back in the hanger. She liked the ventilation ion the sweltering climate. They started work removing access panels and fitting new fuel line. Ernie couldn’t help the odd peak down her cleavage. He was amazed at her strength as she held a fuel cell above her head while he patched it. It was an awkward angle for both of them as she bent over sideways. Ernie on his knees belong the wing as she crouched sideways got quite a view of Diana’s big right breast and its deep chocolate brown areole as it popped out of the overalls side as she held the tank over her head and had to lean sideways to hold it in position under the wing. He pretended not to notice, good thing she wasn’t looking at his shorts. Tank repaired the offending boob returned to its nest as she crawled out from under the wing, both were drenched in sweat, it was noon. “Mam can’t work in this heat after lunch, how about I show you around and we’ll have to think about this engine problem for awhile” They discussed the resupply and communications options open to them at the secret base over lunch.
Their discussion was broken when a native arrived in the spacious mess hall. “Hello Ernie,” the young Peloponnesian girl said to him. She was a tall slender young woman in her early 20s or very late teens thought Diana. She had the fuzzy hair of the pacific natives and had a couple of hoop ear rings for adornments but otherwise could have come straight out of the picture Diana had seen in her room with Amelia. Her bare breasts jutted proudly above her simple cloth mini skirt. “Um, Miz Wonder Woman this is Chieftain Zee’s daughter Jane,” Ernie spit out, no particularly comfortable in a social scene involving woman. “How do you do,” the newcomer said very formally, a mark of her missionary upbringing. “Miz Wonder Woman had aircraft problems and landed here,” he said by way of explanation. Diana could see the eyes widen a bit as the young woman grasped the content. “Do all white women fly aircraft, I have heard of Ernie’s mother, now you Miz Wonder Woman,” she asked innocently? Ernie had to stifle a comment that almost got out and wouldn’t have gone over well with either he was sure. “No Jane,” she said and giving a glance at Ernie, that said and don’t you give me no chauvinist shit either. “Jane I have some work around here why don’t you take Miz Wonder Woman around the Island its to hot to work in the hanger in the afternoon and then we can meet for supper,” he suggested. It wasn’t what she had come for but any diversion out of the normal the native girl welcomed. It would be good to talk to this white woman who dressed so strangely. She recognized the coveralls but the golden belt and lasso and the tall red boots seemed at odds on the big buxom woman. “Sure Ernie, I would be glad to, I take it she hasn’t left the base yet,” she asked receiving a nod by way of reply.
The two woman left the mess after clearing their lunch plates. Ernie was thankful in some regards. He had never had it so good as far as eye candy, Jane was gorgeous and of course Wonder Woman he had never seen anything like her before. It was hard for him to not keep staring at her tits as they bobbled around in the coveralls. Her dark brown areole would periodically peak out the sides of the coverall, and the side of her breasts clearly visible in the spacious gap. He had gotten used to seeing tits at an early age as his mother had gone native in the climate but he’d become a self confessed boob man and couldn’t resist starring at a tantalizing new set, especially such perfect ones. His boner returned with his thoughts. Well with Jane back on the Island he hoped he had a place to stick it.
Jane was a fabulous guide. She chatted as fast as her command of the language would carry her tongue. Answering all of Diana’s questions about her tribe and their voyages in open boats, how far their there Island was from this one, and why they came to the Island. With the latter they arrived at the highest point on the Island it was a bluff that overlooked the lagoon. Below lay the broken wreckage of the Catalina flying boat. It looked like a prehistoric bird skeleton as its broken frame poked above the placid waters. However the clearing was dominated by a stone carving. Jane led the two to the carving but both seemed unerringly drawn to it anyway. It looked like a miniature Easter Island figure about 10 feet tall, the semi comic face starred out to sea. The figure was in a seated position with its feet pointed out to sea set somewhat back from the bluff. It was clear by the circle of stones and worn ground that tribal ceremonies occurred here regularly. Parts of the giants face were course stone but others were polished to a perfect finish. Diana could help but notice the polished phallus that jutted out from the statues loins. Jane was describing the fertility god, she had missed the gods name. It looked strangely familiar, she had seen this figure before but couldn’t place it. “The tribal churchman,” Jane explained “believe the god calls to all the young women when it is time for them to bare children and empowers them to bring healthy children to the tribe.” Diana believed in the super natural after all some of her powers came from gifts of the gods so she didn’t scoff at the explanation. She was willing to discover the truth that Jane was offering to experience. Jane was rubbing the face of the statue as she talked. “You will see it has a glow but you must touch the statue,” she said guiding Diana’s hands to the polished places on the stone. Touching it Diana felt the coolness of the stone despite the blistering heat that scorched down on her. It felt as if the stone was reaching in to her soul with a cool glow that caressed her life force. It felt sexual and she just stood their touching the statue. Like Jane she slowly began to caress the stone. It obviously wasn’t Jane’s first time at the statue. She moved on to the phallus rubbing her pert deep brown breasts against the stiff polished rod. Her moans slowly escaping as she cupped her breasts hard against the stone cock and slowly rubbed her breasts against it. “Miz Wonder Woman you must experience this,” she said taking herself away, she unbuttoned Diana’s coverall straps to bare her large breasts so she could give the phallus a good tit fuck. Diana cupped her breasts against the phallus and was rewarded with a flash of intense pleasure. Her tits seemed to drink in the radiance from the stone. She finally pulled herself of the statue, stuttering “I see what you mean,” Diana said somewhat breathlessly. “I come here whenever I’m on the Island,” Jane explained, “its invigorating,” she said fingering herself under her skirt. And then some thought Diana feeling the wetness between her legs run down into the now sweaty coveralls. “Why are you wearing those stupid coveralls,” Jane asked. “Oh I was working on my plane with Ernie and didn’t want to get my uniform dirty,” she said. “That looks far too hot, you should wear our clothes, Ernie’s mother did, far more comfortable to wear on this Island,” she said as if it was a matter of eminent fact.
The days on the Island developed into a set routine. Diana as per her custom at home would rise at first light for her morning jog. She found she was drawn to the statue and at the end of the light 10 km ended her run on the bluff. She found she couldn’t help herself from caressing the gods face. Diana’s hand lingered across its stone face driven by some primal need to caress the fertility god. After breakfast they worked on repairing the invisible jet. Progress was slow but steady and they had to cannibalize some aluminum from the wrecked Catalina to affect some patch work. The afternoons were spend relaxing as it became to hot to work and the natives arrived from their Island. After supper Diana strolled the Island beaches with Ernie as the sun set. On their first walk on the sand, they stopped to watch some sea turtles come ashore. Ernie said they come ashore every year about this time, its mating season here. She followed this with evenings spent reading Amelia’s personal journal.
Diana’s time at the bluff evolved with each passing morning. At first it was a gentle caress on the gods face, just as Amelia had described in her book and she had experienced with Jane. Then it became a caress and massage of her bustier against the phallus. The following day she found she wanted more intimacy and removed the bustier so she could place her sensitive breast flesh against the pulse of the phallus as she stroked it. By weeks end Diana had dispensed with the bustier on her morning runs to the bluff. She found the bustier rubbed her sensitive nipples and was constricting her breasts so like Amelia she went native. Diana put down the diary and examined her breasts. Amelia ever the professional test pilot had documented in this paragraph how her breasts had changed with each week she had spend in contact with the god. At first I thought it was just fluid retention, but then I retried on the bra I hadn’t worn since I’d ‘gone native’ she reread. It didn’t fit even on the last clasp. My nipples were larger, my breasts were fuller. I mentioned this to my native women friends and they said this was a normal response to the god as it prepared the body. Getting up Diana tried to put on her bustier and found she could no longer zip it closed. Her nipples had always been proud but they were larger, fuller now. She picked up the diary to read on.
Diana lowered herself on to the phallus. Her legs were shiny with sweat from the run. “UGH! UGH! UGH!” Diana grunted as the hard pole slid into her tight cunt. She could feel her tits begin to swell and ache. She reached up to caress the gods face and felt its aura pulse through her body. “Oh God, Oh Hera”, Diana squealed as she pumped herself up and down on the phallus holding onto the polished face of the god. Her big tits bounced with her rock hard nipples at their fore. She could feel it building her climax was coming; her athletic body pumped her harder on the stone dick. It almost seemed to be throbbing inside her. Diana thought she could feel its heat inside her just as Amelia had described. “AUGHHHHH!” she screamed as her climax wracked her body. Diana stopped wearing her star spangled shorts and secured the native skirt to her waist with her power belt. It was easier in the morning to ride the phallus than having to strip off the shorts or ruin her shorts by stretching the crotch. Ernie didn’t mind he got to see the odd flash of ass or that nice piece of pubic hair when the wind blew right. It would be time soon he thought as he watched her run down the beach pony tail bouncing in unison with her swinging mammaries.
Ernie sat and waited for Diana to arrive at the statue, he was getting hard just anticipating this. “Good Morning Diana,” he said as she briskly walked into the clearing on her cool down leg. Her eyes were already focused intently on the statue’s cock. “Diana, its mating time,” he said quietly. She nodded her head in anticipation. Her animal mind was well into heat after a week of fucking the statue every day. Her analytical mind couldn’t help but look at the huge big cock that now sat waiting for her nestled in a thick batch of pubic hair. No wonder Jane had told her his native nickname was the spear her mind concluded as her body advanced towards him. “There nice and hard.” Ernie smiled as he pulled out his cock and moved back down between her spread legs. He grabbed onto her shapely thighs and pushed his cock into her tight pussy. “AUGHHHHHH!” Wonder Woman squealed as she was forced to take the massive cock. She pulled at the statue as the gigantic pole filled her tight twat. The heroine let off a loud scream as the cock began to pump in and out. Diana was moaning like a whore on fire as Ernie came with loud grunts inside the super heroine. Grunting and thrusting, grunting and thrusting, emptying his cum into her cunt like a mad man. Jane and the other native woman all watched in silence from the woodline. It was an awesome sight. Finally Ernie pulled out of Wonder Woman and they saw his cum dripping out of Diana’s now gaping love-hole.
He laid the well fucked super heroine down and propped her head up against the statue. She starred at the cock and then opened her mouth wide. Ernie grunted as he pumped his cock in and out her mouth. He grabbed onto her big tits and mashed them around. He tweaked her nipples as he squashed then between her hands. Soon she had him achingly stiff again. “UGH! UGH! UGH!” Diana grunted as the hard pole slid in and out of her mouth. She could feel her tits begin to swell and ache. “UGHHHHHH!’ Wonder Woman gasped as the cock worked her body into a fury of sexual heat like she could have never imagined. She blinked away the tears as Ernie kissed and chewed her ear. His tongue would slip into her ear and whirl around while his teeth chewed on her lobe. “Mmmmmm!” Ernie sighed sucking on her ear while he grinded his cock deep into her pussy and out again. He mashed her tits together, crushing the huge nipples and pulling on tweaking them between his fingers. The beauty screamed as an orgasm swept over her body making Diana tingle and throb. Her boobs were now aching hard balls. She felt his mouth bite and kiss down to her boobs. He caught a nipple between his sharp teeth and nibbled. “Aiiiiiiiiiii!” Diana squealed as her tits were bit. She shook her head and sobbed as the cock pounded into her body. The heroine bucked like an untamed mare as she climaxed again. The Amazon screamed in pleasure and anger as the orgasm swept through her body. “I’M COMING!” Ernie yelled as he short his wad into her tight pussy. “AIIIIIIIIII!” Wonder Woman screamed as the hot seed made her come again. She slumped back as the cock pulled out. Ernie looked down at her now well tanned body, she looked so sexy just lying there wasted and probably even pregnant.
Ernie serviced her for a couple of days before it was Jane’s turn and the other girls who had arrived. He marveled at how tight her twat was despite the repeated fuckings. Diana reread the diary on the day Amelia believed she had conceived Ernie. It was identical. But she was an amazon princess she knew that only on special occasions could they become impregnated. Diana no longer felt the desire to stop at the god statue after her morning run. That was odd she thought realizing the change in her desires. Command had tried to send a flying boat with a spare engine and it had been shot down. The nuclear sub Scorpion had been dispatched but it was overdo. So command was rethinking their options. Ernie and Diana in the meantime had concocted an idea of lightening the jet of everything but the essentials to allow it to get airborne on one engine. It really wasn’t Ernie’s idea but hell hath no fury like a determined woman, especially one with amazon strength and hormones racing through her blood. It was as she was removing one of the jets 20mm cannons that she finally noticed what everyone else already knew. Diana was spouting a baby bump. Her belly button was becoming an outie and there was a reason her tits ached. They finished the gun job and that afternoon as she was lost in thought leaning on a palm tree by the beach with the locals the witch doctor from the tribe, a senior matron promptly put an infant to her heavy bare breast. It quickly latched on to her hard nipple and after much hard sucking and a few cries on how much work this was became rewarded with a rich flow of amazon milk. Diana’s routine changed again as she accepted motherhood.
Ernie was amazed at how potent he had become. All four girls were well and truly along now with nice big bellies. He now had nice fresh tit milk for his coffee. He still acquiesced to Diana’s wishes but she in turn rewarded him richly in the bedroom, in the lagoon, on the beach. He starred at her ripe pregnant body as she glided past in the lagoon on her back, big tits with jutting nipples from the cool water and belly breaking the waters smooth surface. She no longer ran in the mornings but swam instead. It would be time soon he thought watching the matron who did the tribes mid wife duties hover amongst the women. He idly wondered if they would have boys and girls. He knew the tribe would take the infants back to their island. But what about Diana’s baby? The jet was ready. They had stripped out everything but fuel and it should fly with one on board. In the intervening time she had taken a shine to fixing Amelia’s old Beech and they had gotten it running as well. He had enjoyed working on the old girl with her.
Diana slowly awoke, her head pounding with a massive headache. She could move her head but nothing else. Her breasts ached from pressure. Then it began, she felt her water break and gush between her legs. The first contraction ripped her wide awake as it rocked her body. They came fast and furious it was a repeat of what she had witnessed with Jane, not that she had time to think clearly she just wanted the bastard out of her body. Push dam it she coached herself between puffs trying to control her ragged breathing. Push,” ahhhhh, you bastard I’ll get you” she screamed at Ernie who stood with a dumb expression on his face as the matron pushed him aside. Back to pushing and panting, her screams echoed down the hallway. Finally she felt the baby engage in the birthing canal and with an Amazon effort slip out her fully dilated clit. Laying their in her sweat she could feel it, then heard its delightful wail as the matron placed the girl in her arms. She placed the gorgeous creature to her nipple. Diana watched in apprehension as its mouth engulfed her fully erect nipple. Waiting for the bite, she was surprised when it began to suckle gently on her nipple. The sucking ripped through her nerves and smashed into her pleasure centre, she’d always had sensitive nipples. Her head thrashed about, and she moaned as her milk let down. The baby was sucking her tit milk up, but the volume overwhelmed its mouth and dribbled down her breasts. The infant sucked and sucked on her one breast. It sucked hard as it tried to gain the last of her rich hind milk, Diana couldn’t help but moan as it sucked her tit hard for the last drip. The baby then fell asleep. She passed out exhausted from the birth, and the milking induced orgasms.
Two Months Later
Diana and her daughter roared off in the Invisible jet. Ernie was disappointed that he hadn’t been able to get her to stay. He’d tried hard but she was adamant about returning to Paradise Island. Fondly they had had a fine farewell fuck, so it wasn’t all bad he thought, his balls still aching from the exertion. Oh well such is life, he had a couple of fine photos of her as well. Diana was received somewhat askance at Paradise Island when she arrived with baby daughter in tow. But grandma soon had the full story. The Queen took Diana into her sealed chambers and revealed an identical fertility god to Diana. It to had polished areas and a huge rod. “That my dear is why we cannot have men on paradise Island,” she said. “The fertility god just like the one you encountered would have us all in heat and constantly pregnant if a man was on this Island” the Queen lectured. “I will take your sister Wonder Girl and recover the other fertility god which was lost from the tribes centuries ago”, she declared. “You have found it, at some cost and reward” she said playing with her grand daughter in Diana’s arms.
Ernie enjoyed having the Queen and Wonder Girl arrive at the Island. After discussions with the native tribe both returned to Paradise Island leaving the god as it was. Both had more immediate concerns as the struggled to lift their heavily pregnant bodies over the narrow cockpit rail of the two seat jet. Diana was amazed to see her topless sister and mother both heavily pregnant struggle down the boarding ladder. Both were well tanned and in native skirts. Her mother noted her smirk, but just smiled in return and said, “he’s quite a fellow isn’t he.” Diana nodded. She would soon be returning to the mans world. She had already adjusted her bustier to account for her more ample breasts, and provide for a nursing bra type access.