The day had passed like many others for our superheroine friend with the usual easy capture of common criminals and petty thieves. But today the sexy super heroine would embark on an adventure like none she had experienced before, one that would change her life completely.
Events began routinely enough in the steamy jungles of South America with the eruption of a volcano near a small native village at the headwaters of the Amazon. The mountain erupted with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring torrent ate away at the landscape as it rushed down toward a tiny isolated village.
The village could have been there for thousands of years thus, its inhabitants had thought tales of the monster to the North was but a memory of a time long since passed. Now suddenly, their village was faced with certain annihilation.
That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the apprehension of a couple of bank robbers. This afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for the Justice League of America when she noticed the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the village. She turned her invisible plane around at once, knowing that she was the village's only hope. Within minutes she was over the site. With the lava rushing toward the village she realized there was no time to spare. From her plane she lassoed a large bolder and with all the power the plane could muster lifted the huge stone and placed it in the path of the lava, diverting the flow harmlessly in another direction and saving the village.
Only when she was sure that the danger from the volcano was past did Wonder Woman land her plane in a clearing next to the village. There she was greeted by a throng of women who bowed down before her and worshipped as if she were a goddess. Wonder Woman tried to explain that she was not a goddess, (Of course she is a goddess in any man's book.) and said she only did what any superheroine would have done. Never having read Marvel Comics, however, the women did not understand this explanation and insisted she come with them into the village for a feast. Wonder Woman graciously accepted the invitation.
She saw a beautiful village with neat thatched huts and fields around laid out geometrically. As she looked she became aware that there was something odd about the village. It was almost too pretty, too orderly. There was no trash lying about. The lanes were lined with white stones that matched almost perfectly. The thatch of the huts was evenly trimmed and the mud walls were all painted in bright cheerful colors. Each hut had a window box of plants. Rows of flowers were interspersed among the lush crops. Cows had bows around their necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!) clean . The village seemed so . . . feminine.
That was it! Wonder Woman realized that there were no men around. When she inquired and explained what she meant, the women just laughed. Yes, there were stories and legends about another kind of human -- larger, smellier creatures, totally unsuited to village life. Perhaps some lived on the other side of the mountains, but none of the women had ever seen one. They knew of no other people but themselves. Their valley was cut off on three sided by the sheer flanks of the volcano and the river exited through an impassible gorge. As Wonder Woman saw the amazing variety of crops produced on the rich volcanic soil, the fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and the large number of domestic animals, she could see how the village was able to exist comfortably, though completely isolated off from the outside world. They received and needed nothing from the outside, except . . . .
The shocking realization burst on Wonder Woman! Although there were no men in the village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were women of all ages from smiling old crones to infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a group of beautiful young women that all seemed to be about eight months pregnant. One doe-eyed beauty typified the others, looking ever so lovely with her gorgeous round belly and full firm breasts all of which she somehow just managed to cover. The clothes on her ripe body looked as if they were ready to explode so tightly were they stretched to cover the girl's ever expanding form. The cloth was light blue and through it you could see the woman's nipples which stood out, pointed and stiff The cloth was so tight that it seemed to cup each breast and made them seem even fuller which only accentuated every sensual curve of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape. Wonder Woman could just about make out the stretch marks through the cloth. And then of course there was her belly button which was being forced out by the ever growing child within.
How was this possible, she wondered, but decided it was best not to ask the women directly just then because she felt it might offend them. Perhaps at the feast she would learn more as indeed she did - much, much more than she ever imagined!
Wonder Woman also noticed with a displeasure she tried to conceal that the women of the village were very free with their bodies. She saw girls kissing each other on the mouth or women giving one another an affectionate slap on the ass, or squeezing together in embrace so warm their tits must touch. One older girl seemed to be instructing a younger one in the fine art of sucking a woman's tits and rewarded her eager pupil with a practiced hand between the nymph's legs that made her pupil cry out with pleasure. She saw couples drift away only to come back later flushed and laughing as if they had been doing something delightfully naughty. In her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed this immorality to ignorance and isolation from wholesome American culture, though she was too PC to say such a thing.
The fires were being lit and a sumptuous meal prepared and as the first flagons of wine began to be passed around. After a gourdful or two, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire how village women could conceive without men. The group of smiling village elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of nervous laughter and told Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her uncertain steps outside the village along a carefully tended path. There in a perfect little grove they showed her a curious pillar. A strange piping music seem to hang in the air, so soft that Wonder Woman paid no attention to it.
The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar and worshipped it as their god. When the time came, a group of virgins were presented to the god and, if worthy, each would bear a child. The pillar was a tall phallic-shaped object which stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were dozens of smaller phalluses. At the base of the pillar there was also an inscription which none of the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was an archaic form of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art come of age, give thyself upon the stone and thou shalt be blessed with child."
Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this inscription and the women's belief out of hand, but something had to explain how women who had never been with men could bear children. The pillar fascinated her and she felt herself strangely drawn to it. As she approached the pillar the unheard music grew slightly louder and she experienced sensations she had never felt before. She was suddenly more aware of her sexuality and try as she might to avoid it, sexual images of herself with a large, harry man flooded her head. The closer she got to the statute the hornier she found herself and the more realistic the fantasy. She saw herself lying on the ground, her legs spread obscenely with an expression of total ecstasy on her face as the harry man fucked away at her vigorously. Her arousal was so intense that if the other women hadn't been looking she probably would have masturbated right there!
Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group to come back of the village for the feast. Moving away from the pillar, the music grew fainter and the sensation diminished, enabling Wonder Woman momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near the pillar had made her.
Of course she was led to a place at the head of the table where she was seated at the side of a beautiful woman who introduced herself as Queen Althea. During the feast, however, Wonder Woman's mind kept wandering back to the sensations she had experienced in the presence of the pillar.
The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. Wonder Woman realized she would have to be careful not to drink too much, but without realizing it she allowed Althea to keep refilling her glass until she became quite as tipsy as the rest of the women. Only Althea remained sober.
At the table next to hers, Wonder Woman noticed a group of girls that all appeared to be about sixteen who were being served from a special pitcher. Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls so young shouldn't allowed to drink. The judgmental superheroine would have done better to pay attention to her own behavior rather than worrying about others', for in her haze she did not notice that her own gourd was being filled from that same pitcher.
As Queen Althea poured her still another gourd of the special wine, Wonder Woman found herself realizing how badly she wanted sex. A tingling sensation in her breasts and between her legs made it hard to think about anything else. She noticed that her nipples were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy had produced an expanding wet spot in her tight blue and star hot pants. Embarrassed, she hoped Althea did not see it. The urge to reach down into her briefs and get her self off returned and became almost unbearable.
Shaking her head to clear her mind of such thoughts, Wonder Woman looked around and was shocked. The feast was turning into an orgy. A sexual frenzy had come upon the women who very publicly were kissing and feeling each other up. The group of young girls had been singled out for attention. An older woman was between the knees of each tonguing her to orgasm after orgasm. Other women were happily 69-ing on mats that had been laid out by the tables. Wonder Woman turned to Althea expecting the Queen to stop this disgusting, though arousing, display of public immorality.
"The spirit of the god is full upon them. It is beautiful, is it not?" the Queen said with a serene smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's unspoken censure. "It is the night of the Presentation. It is fitting that women express our love, our desire for one another," she explained looking deep into Wonder Woman' eyes. "We love you, too, Beautiful One." Before the astonished Amazon could reply, the Queen placed her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was kissing her full on the lips.
Wonder Woman's first instinct was to reject the overture, but with her reflexes dulled by the wine, she hesitated. The Queen's kiss lingered and became more passionate. The Queen's arms slipped around her, pulling her close, the voluptuous woman's large tits crushing her own. Wonder Woman realized to her horror that without thinking she was cuddling close to the older woman and kissing her back! Her tongue and the Queen's were writhing together like love-sick snakes What was happening to her? Maybe it was the wine or that blasted pillar. She had never done anything like this before.
A wave of revulsion and shame swept over the Amazon Princess and with an effort of will power she broke the kiss. "Queen Althea, I thank you for your hospitality, but I really must go," she managed to make herself say. "It's a long journey back to my country," she said, her voice quavering from barely suppressed lust. The Queen would know that she was only making an excuse, that seeing women making love to women made her uncomfortable, but she wanted to be polite.
The Queen continued to smile regally at her and did not seem offended. "Oh please do not leave us just now, Beautiful One. The feast has just begun. You must stay for the Presentation. Every virgin in the village will stand before the god and seek the Blessing. Is there nothing I can do to make you change your mind?" the Queen smiled.
Wonder Woman was about to say "no," but the words never got the chance to form. The Queen, answering her own question, slipped a hand into Wonder Woman's costume and took possession of one of her tits. "Do you not enjoy a woman's pleasures?" Althea whispered and kissed her again. "Stay, Beautiful One, and I will pleasure you." The bolt of erotic sensation that shot through Wonder Woman left her weak, too distracted to object. In a kind of erotic daze, Wonder Woman allowed the Queen gently to pull her down onto a nearby mat and to begin sucking first one then another of her sensitive Amazonian jugs in earnest.
Wonder Woman's head was swimming. She felt giddy, totally overpowered by a strange desire. She knew this was totally wrong. She had never allowed anyone, woman or man, to fondle her tits before. But she loved what this beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so much, she couldn't make her stop. Wonder Woman's breath grew short and she felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing inside her. Great Hera she was about to come and the woman hadn't even touched her cli . . . .
"No! NO! Aiiiiiii" Wonder Woman screamed in ecstasy. Her body was convulsed by an intense orgasm as soon as the Queen's finger touched her clitoris. She may have blacked out for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the Queen was staring down at her lovingly.
"That was good, my Beautiful One. You needed pleasuring, didn't you?"
Wonder Woman could only look up at her in dazed confusion and nod her head 'yes' as the Queen continued to fondle her sex expertly.
"I could see your need, Beautiful One, in your too rapid steps, the way you spoke too fast. You were tense and your mind was filled with many things a woman should not trouble with. You will lie tonight with me. I will help you relax, . . . take away your cares . . . . I will fill you with pleasure, . . . and empty . . . your mind," she added under her breathy, but the aroused Wonder Woman didn't catch the hint of danger. The Queen had resumed slowly fingering the overpowered superheroine's pussy. "Stay and rest with us Beautiful One"
Wonder Woman thought dizzily she should leave, but the powerful orgasm had left her disoriented and the words of her beautiful companion rang true. She did need to relax. She had been working virtually twenty hours a day for weeks. As Diana Prince she had a high-pressure job as a lawyer and as Wonder Woman she was constantly on call. On call! She started. She should be off to continue her patrol right now, she thought something like panic gripping her chest. Althea saw Wonder reaction and quickly spoke a few words. The queen's voice and magic hand between her legs stopped Wonder Woman's thought in mid-formation, calming her instantly.
"You disturb the others when you come into a woman's pleasure, Beautiful One. We shall continue, but you must accompany with me to my quarters. It will be more . . . seemly.
This was insane. This beautiful lesbian had just seduced her and now wanted to take her away to her quarters and fuck her senseless? "No way!" Then she felt the Queen's magic hand move within her pussy again and a new wave of desire swept over her. She needed the promised release. There was no way she could refuse. The orgasm this time was not instantaneous. She felt it building up -- slowly, deliciously, inevitably. But when it burst over her, Wonder Woman was utterly transported!
Wonder Woman's recollections after that second orgasm were hazy. Perhaps two young women helped steady her and massage her burning tits as she was led from the banquet to the Queen's quarters. She was pretty sure that the Queen's fingers never left her pussy as she was taken away. The Queen held her on the verge of another orgasm until the two young women gently put her to bed. "Now you can take your pleasure in private, Beautiful One," the Queen said as she lay down beside her and took Wonder Woman in her arms again.
No, this could not be happening to her, but then she felt the Queen's lips on her lips ... the 'other' ones. Oh no, . . . oh yes! She was going down for a woman! No mortal man could have forced apart Wonder Woman's powerful thighs, but the Queen found only the slightest resistance as she gently opened Wonder Woman's dripping snatch to her kisses. The aroused and panting Amazon could only moan when she felt the Queen's tongue invade the temple of her self. All questions and caution were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as the Queen sucked gently on her clitoris.
The Amazonian Princess lost all track of time. At some point she saw or rather sensed the Queen had turned around into the 69 position, placing her moist pussy just above Wonder Woman's face. The Costumed Crime-Fighter had never done this, but in a orgasmic daze, she knew what was expected. She reached up and pulled the Queen's dripping crotch to her mouth and began to drink from the older woman's copiously flowing slit. Soon she was rewarded when the Queen yelped and came, drenching Wonder Woman's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice. This triggered yet another of Wonder Woman's orgasms and then another as the Queen persistently tongued her slit and toyed with her clit.
As one orgasm blended into another, Wonder Woman forgot where she was, who she was, and became totally submerged in the giving and receiving of pleasure. Then -- suddenly? -- at last? she was aware of the Queen's rapturous face gazing down at her. "It has been a good night, Beautiful One. Your body is full of pleasure. Now you must sleep."
"No, no" Wonder Woman wanted to say. She could not go to sleep now. She had to get up,... had to go to the plane, had to ... but her unuttered protest was in vain, The Queen's magic fingers found her sensitive clit once again and she felt the beginnings of another kind of volcanic eruption. She could only gaze up into the Queen's eyes.
"Yes, Beautiful One, you are sated with pleasure and now you are very tired. You are totally content, but so much pleasure has exhausted you. Just a little more pleasure will make you sleep." Wonder Woman could not focus clearly on the Queen's words, the approaching orgasm didn't let her.
"It feels good, Beautiful One. You love what I am doing to you, making you feel so calm and relaxed. Your eyes are heavy. Close them and drink the final draught of pleasure. The pleasure makes you very drowsy, ... very drowsy...."
"Something ... wrong," Wonder Woman thought as waves of sleepy arousal lapped ever higher against her mind's defenses. "Got to fight it.... She's... trying to hyp hypnotize me..."
Althea saw Wonder Woman's vain efforts but was not concerned. "It's no use fighting me, Beautiful One, you are too sleepy. Your desire for more pleasure is too great. Sleep, my Beauty, . . . . Sleep!"
"No, no" her terrified brain cried out, but her body's demands were too strong. With a final caress of Wonder Woman's rigid sex bud the Queen brought the horny Amazon to a final, sense-numbing orgasm. The last resistance of her powerful mind was swept away by a flood of erotic sensation and she fell deeply asleep in the Queen's arms.
The Queen looked down with relief at the entranced Amazonian Princess. She had done it! The most powerful woman in the universe had succumbed just as her Master had said she would. The drugged wine had worked perfectly, she laughed. It had made the silly superheroine so horny, it had been easy to seduce and then entrance her. "Sleep well for now, Wonder Woman" she now said to her insentient adversary, "Soon comes the Presentation and you are the 'guest of honor.'" A grin of evil satisfaction shown from the Queen's face
Hours later Wonder Woman half awoke on the bed in the Queen's chamber. She felt refreshed and wonderful, tingling with excitement as if she knew something important was about to happen but not what it was. Outside it was still dark, but there were sounds of a pipe, beautiful, erotic notes, the same piping, now that she though about it, that she had heard in the grove of the phallus. She knew she should leave this strange village, but the piping music held her. She was about to look outside when the Queen walked in.
"I hope you had a good rest, Beautiful One. The time has come for the Presentation. It is the most solemn ceremony of the year."
"Thank you, Queen Althea, but I really must be leaving. You see, I have . . ."
"Nothing to do that is more important than attending the Presentation," said the Queen authoritatively waving her hand in the eyes of the astonished superheroine.
Wonder Woman blinked in confusion. The Queen was right again. There was nothing more important. The mere mention of the mysterious Presentation had stirred anew the feeling of excitement, sexual excitement. "As you say, Queen Althea," she replied with a strangely calm voice.
"But look at you! A virgin cannot be presented dressed as you are, my dear," said the Queen with a mysterious smile. "You are not properly attired. Your strange clothes reek of power, almost defiance. They are not fitting garments for a woman who is to be blessed by the god. You are to become the god's vessel, waiting to be filled. Your raiment must show meekness and docility."
Had Wonder Woman heard correctly? She was not being presented to the god. "Well," grinned Wonder Woman, "I'm really NOT a very meek and docile gir . . . ."
The Queen ignored her silly prattle and clapped her hands. Two lovely nymphs appeared. The same ones. . .? "Prepare the Beautiful One for the Presentation," she ordered.
Then she turned back to the confused Amazon, "You will relax and let your attendants take charge of everything."
Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic tranquillity come over her, so much like earlier tonight after the Queen had first gotten her off. She hardly knew what the two girls were doing as they led her thither and yon, petted her and bathed her, toweled and perfumed her. Their hands were never far from her nipples and playfully teased her moist crack. They made her feel wonderful and more . . . more feminine than ever in her life. "Now we will apply the unguents to prepare you for the Presentation," said the taller of the two. "Rest there."
The powerful woman warrior resisted only briefly before she allowed the two lithe young women to lead her back the bed where the Queen had made love to her. Gently they lay her down and begin to massage her. First they poured warm oils on her back and shoulders. She sighed as she inhaled the pungent vapors that sent her mind drifting elsewhere. Surprisingly strong fingers flew up and down her back and especially her large round ass. Wonder Woman felt the reawakening of arousal as soft hands kneaded her buttocks and inner thighs, Then she found herself face up, gazing into the excited faces of her two attendants.
"Your body must glow for the God," one said and more oil was pored over her shapely naked figure. The pretense of massage had long since disappeared, but this did not register with Wonder Woman's lust-befuddled brain. The two women fell to work bringing the dreamy superheroine to full arousal. One caressed her large sensitive breasts while the other began a stealthy but inexorable invasion of her womanhood. Slowly they stoked the Amazon to a fever of arousal, but following their Mistress's orders, were careful not to allow her the release of orgasm.
Wonder Woman's eyes were closed and she was moaning softly when the Queen appeared once again. "Well done, my sweets. She appears to be in total readiness," she whispered to the two women, dismissing them. "Come, now, Beautiful One. Your sisters await you."
Taking Wonder Woman by the hand the Queen bid the somnambulistic superheroine rise. She opened her eyes to gaze into the Queen's but saw little else so strong was her almost trance-like arousal. Gently the Queen slipped a simple and very short shift over her sculpted shoulders. In front it hung from her jutting tits, distended by arousal. In back it caressed her full rounded ass. Nothing covered her sex. She felt wonderfully, deliciously open and vulnerable.
Wonder Woman was taken to join a dozen similarly dressed young women with dumb, happy expressions on their faces that matched her own. If she could have taken notice, Wonder Woman would have seen they were the same girls that had been served from the special pitcher at the banquet. Were not her super senses dulled by the spell of lust, she could also have smelled the surrounding musk of females ready for sex. Like Wonder Woman's, her young companions' pussies were slowly leaking from intense sexual excitement. Wonder Woman appeared almost twice the age of these maidens and her stature and breast size made her stand out from the rest, a mature, fully ripe woman among mere children. Hidden, masculine eyes admired the sight of the sex-transfixed Amazon.
The beautiful piping led them outside the village to the mysterious pillar. They were led around the great phallus three times, gazing upward at it reverently. Each chosen woman was then placed before one of the smaller phalluses that encircled the powerful symbol towering above them. Most of the phalluses were eight to twelve inches long. The smaller women were placed before the smaller objects. Wonder Woman's bliss-numb mind did not take in that she was positioned before the largest, a fourteen inch monster that had been laved and glistened with oil.
"This is the hour, Little Sisters. Your yearnings are fulfilled. This is the hour of your Presentation! Give yourselves freely, and may you be found worthy." the Queen intoned. Then each woman was led to her phallus. Gentle hands helped her to lower herself onto the object so it slid smoothly into her moist cunt. Wonder Woman felt a momentary discomfort as the hands helped her impale herself, but she was well lubricated, her cunt loose from uncounted orgasms, and the massive cock slipped inside her effortlessly. Immediately any discomfort was replaced by unbearable pleasure. Slowly, as the piping grew louder, the helpless Amazon began to ride up and down on the stone prick.
As Wonder Woman began to writhe in growing excitement, her orgasm beginning to build, unseen hands grasped her breasts kneading them and pinching her nipples to increase the sensation. Others stroked and teased her clit. Ecstasy such as she had never known rushed up at Wonder Woman from her loins. Heavenly fire seem to spread from her crotch to her breasts and throughout her body. An orgasm that made those of earlier that night pale, erupted within her, racing from fingers to toes and back, again and again. She split the night air with her brays of lustful pleasure, but her cries of defeat were drowned by the wails, sobs, moans, and shrieks of a dozen other simultaneously orgasming young women. The superheroine continued to thrash helplessly as she came again and again. As at last she tired and slowed. As her orgasmic high, gradually faded she slumped forward, unconscious. Strong masculine hands were waiting to lift her from the stone.
An hour later the God Pan, satisfied in more ways than one, smiled down at the still sleeping Amazon. How he had longed for and plotted for this night. He had established this colony of brainwashed women here years ago, populating it with his daughters. Vulcan had helped by releasing the volcano's power. His beautiful witch wife Althea had cast a spell to give the phallus its erotic power. Pan's scheme was proceeding well. Soon Wonder Woman would cease to pollute the world as a role model for a generation of women, women who were too smart, too independent. "No more, Amazon," he smirked. "No more!"
In the bright sunlight of the next morning, everything of last night seemed like an erotic dream. The grateful women of the tribe gathered around the airplane waving good bye to the happy superheroine. Only the Queen seemed more subdued. "Remember us, Beautiful One. You can always come back here. No matter what happens out there in the World of Men, we will always love you."
Glowing with fond if hazy memories of the magical night she had spent in the village, Wonder Woman flew sleepily away, back to her world of crime fighting and, as Diana Prince, high powered legal battles. But she could not put aside the memories of the village of happy women, especially the image of those gorgeous pregnant girls she had seen and their eagerness to have a baby. Sadly, it was something her calling could never allow her to experience in either personae.
Within a few days everything seemed back to normal, except that the horniness Wonder Woman first felt before the pillar would not leave her. For the first time in her life she found herself spending a lot of time with her legs open and her hands in her pussy. She just had to get off constantly! And with every orgasm, which seemed to get more intense as the days went by, came unbidden thoughts of motherhood. How glorious it would be, she fantasized, to see her own flat belly swell, her own big boobs grow larger still as she made a baby. She found herself staring at pregnant women and young couples with children and thought how wonderful it must be to be a mother. Was there a biological clock even for Amazons, she wondered?
The fascination with pregnancy even invaded her dreams in which she saw her cute silky-smooth tummy expending and growing larger. She awoke from these dreams about pregnancy hornier than ever, but she tried to dismiss them. She could never allow herself to become pregnant. She was a modern girl, holding down two very important jobs. If she became pregnant, how she could possibly continue in her crime fighting efforts. In her case pregnancy was even more impossible since if she ever willingly gave herself to a man, her super powers would fade. With growing efforts, she tried to keep these fantasies in the background.
Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder Woman did not became concerned until she discovered that they seemed to be having a psychosomatic effect. Was it just her imagination, or were her breasts actually larger and fuller, making her lycra top cling to her Amazonian tits like Seran wrap. No, it wasn't her imagination. Diana measured and found her bra size had gone from a 36D to E. Moreover, having her now swollen breasts cramped into that tight lycra top with her nipples being as sensitive as they were, made her extremely horny. Her pants became wet within minutes whenever she was in her Wonder Woman costume which she found herself avoiding.
At her apartment one day as she walked past a shiny metal cabinet, she noticed her reflection. She marveled at how large her breasts had grown and how they looked as if at any moment they would rip through the lycra top. Her nipples were standing straight out and she could see clearly the definition of where her breast ended and her nipples began. Although her nipples had stood out before, there seemed to be something different about the way they protruded now, as if preparing themselves to be suckled.
Moreover, she noticed that her whole body seemed to be growing rounder and softer. She took a closer look at her reflection and felt a little shock. Did she see a small definable bulge where a few days before had been only the hard flat stomach of a superheroine? Now that she thought of it, her already tight fighting shorts had been getting more difficult to wiggle into with each passing week since she had visited the village.
Her shorts now came up just past her belly button leaving half of her tummy exposed, and she could see that her belly button was being forced slowly but surely outward. Her blue shorts seemed to cup and cradle that little bulge like a mother cradling an infant in her arms. She placed her hands on her stomach and marveled at how sexy that little curve seemed to make her look. Especially since the tight fitting blue shorts seemed only to accentuate that curvature of her rounded tummy. It made her hot!
She hurried to her bedroom to change out of her outfit and to get herself off. She put on a sheer satin white nightgown which only accentuated the changes in her body. The gown made her jetting breast look like two missiles that were getting ready to blast off into the stars. It clung to her little stomach showing a clearly definable round little sphere. She walked to her bed and climbed in covering up with the soft silk sheets. The combination of the sheets clinging to her body and the shadows of the room only made that cute little bulge of her stomach seem larger. She was rubbing herself vigorously, near dozing off after a third orgasm when she became fully aware of the implication of the changes which had occurred in her body could mean.
Could she actually be...? Of course not! She had never slept with a man. She just hadn't been getting enough exercise and she had been eating like a pig recently -- ice cream, pickles, the weirdest things. "Get a grip, girl," she told herself. "Tomorrow you start back exercising," as another orgasm put her to sleep for the night.
Wonder Woman might not have liked her new look, but Steve sure did. He pestered her for dates more than ever. Horny as she was, it was getting harder to turn him down. At last one night she let the delighted officer come in for a nightcap, as Diana was "out." Just one glass of wine seemed to hit her like a bombshell. She was so hot and Steve was so hunky, she snuggled close to him on the couch. Shyly, she took his hand and guided it to her breast. Steve saw what was happening and before she knew it, he had his hands in her pants. Only by the most extreme force of willpower did she force herself to push him away and send him off confused and seething. As soon as the door closed her own hand flew to the site Steve's had just vacated and she brought herself to a screaming crashing orgasm. That was too close! It was time for her to go on the pill.
A few days later she showed up for the appointment with the OBGYN Batgirl recommended. She hated the sly look of triumph on her younger rival's slutty lips. The self-righteous Amazon certainly had no intention of sleeping around like the promiscuous Bat-slut who seldom spent a night with her pussy unfilled, but precautions were precautions.
The doctor asked Diana to undress. With some embarrassment she did so, never having let a man see her naked before. Why was he just smiling at her? "You can get dressed and come into my office Miss Prince."
"What's wrong?" she asked a few minutes later as she sat across from the smiling doctor. "I thought you needed to examine me completely before giving me a prescription for contraceptives."
"You should have thought about contraceptives a long time ago, young lady." he lectured. "You're three and a half months pregnant!"
Back home, once the initial shock of being pregnant wore off, Wonder Woman tried to understand how this could have happened. Then she recalled the tremendous orgasm that she had as she rode that strange stone in the village. She also realized that the dreams and fantasies about pregnancy had started as soon as she returned from there Could the beliefs of the village women be true? Did the phallic-shaped pillar must in some mysterious way have the power to impregnate a woman, even a Wonder Woman?
Strangely, she could not really feel upset because of the joy that she now felt about having a baby. In fact she started growing horny with the anticipation of what it would feel like as her belly grew larger and rounder with each passing day. Her hormones were raging so strongly at the thought of being pregnant that she could no longer control herself. She lay in bed and began to masturbate over and over bringing on one orgasm after the other until she was struck by a wonderful thought. She was already pregnant; she didn't have to masturbate at all!
Steve was surprised when a leering Wonder Woman showed up unannounced at his apartment. He was shocked and delighted when he heard why she had come. As Wonder Woman tried to get him to fuck her for the fifth time that night, however, Steve was no longer so delighted. Wonder Woman, too, was disappointed to find out that men had so little stamina. How did mortal women make do with only one of them? Nor did Steve's cock compare to the phallus in the village, she thought.
At first Wonder Woman tried to continue her career, but pregnancy made it increasingly difficult. For example, one morning her crime alert went off sending her whisking off in her jet to stop a bank robbery. On the way, however, she found herself suddenly feeling ill. She felt so sick that she had to land the plane so that she could get out and throw up. This was strange she thought because she had never been sick before. Still, the morning sickness was so bad, she decided the only thing to do was to return home. It was only a bank robbery, she thought; the police could handle that themselves. "I'm glad I got new batteries for my vibrator," she thought as she slid into bed.
Shortly afterwards, Wonder Woman had a terrible row with Steve. His pride at having knocked up the superheroine turned to fury when he figured out she had been well pregnant well before the night she seduced him. He assumed she was going to name him as the father and ask for child support. That in turn made Wonder woman livid. Steve said some terrible things about her and demanded to know who she had been sleeping around with, insinuating that the little bastard on the way might have pointy bat ears. That made Wonder Woman so mad she refused to let Steve fuck her for almost a whole day.
The police soon stopped calling as Wonder Woman became more and more unreliable, between morning sickness and just feeling sleepy all the time. Diana Prince was fired from her job at the law firm because as her belly expanded, her IQ seemed to shrink. She was just too horny all the time to think logically anymore.
The last straw fell when the media got wind of her condition. Photos in the tabloid Gotham Gazette of an obviously knocked-up Wonder Woman waddling ineffectually after a bank robber held her up to ridicule. Rush Limbach pontificated that "Little girls who want to play superheroine should learn to keep their knees together."
Wonder Woman knew she had to escape the humiliation, but the though of going home to Paradise Isle was worse that staying in the Gotham. Her mother and the other Amazons would never believe her story, thinking she was just another oversexed Amazon who had been corrupted by the world of men. No there was only one place to go . . . .
A throng of cheering women greeted Wonder Woman as she set her plane down by the little native village. She maneuvered her now swollen belly out of the cockpit and sent the invisible aircraft away, back to Paradise Isle never to return. No one could possible find her now. Here there would be no shame, no regrets, only love and acceptance.
Queen Althea was there to greet her. "Welcome back, Beautiful One. I knew you would return."
"You did, but how?"
"This," she smiled and patted Wonder Woman's tight belly. "Of all women at the Presentation, how could the god 'not' have found you worthy? Let's get you set up in the maternity house."
The women escorted her to a large, airy lodge on the outskirts of the village. Wonder Woman looked around and noticed that all the other girls that had been Presented that moonlit nights months ago were there and all were in the same marvelous condition as she. They pointed their fingers at her big tummy and giggled. She wanted to giggle back. They welcomed her like one of their own, as she was, just another horny, knocked-up young woman.
Wonder Woman found that the maternity house was a big playground where all the other little mommies-to-be were just as hot as she was. They could eat and make love to their heart's content. She immediately became like an older sister to all of them and they loved her for it. Nights and siestas Wonder Woman usually found one girl sucking her bloated tits while another snuggled between her now quite plump legs, lapping her to a relaxing, sleepy orgasm.
Wonder Woman was neither the first nor the last whose time came. When her contractions set in, the older women gently led her to the birthing lodge where they examined her. On determining that she was indeed in labor, the beautiful attendant gave her a soothing tea that made her very drowsy and put her in bed. Speaking in a sing-song voice and putting her fingers in Wonder woman's cunt, the midwife brought her to a series of powerful orgasms that put her into a deep sleep.
When Wonder Woman woke up she was horny again and she knew why. She smiled through closed eyes as she felt one of her sisters sucking her tit. But, the sucking didn't feel quite like what she was used to. It seemed both more delicate and more persistent. As she finally opened her eyes, she let out a squeak of joy to see a beautiful little baby girl nursing vigorously at her large exposed breast.
A few weeks later Wonder Woman was back at the maternity lodge, again happily nursing her rapidly growing daughter. The plump little angel had suckled almost twenty minutes at each breast before falling back to sleep, drugged by her mother's rich milk. As always, the experience left Wonder Woman very much aroused. A nurse had taken the infant away and she was about to begin masturbating when Queen Althea arrived.
"I came to see how you're feeling. Are you all recovered?" the queen asked pleasantly.
"Oh yes, Althea. The herb baths have me fully healed and feeling wonderful. Thank you for coming by. You have been so good to me, Althea," Wonder Woman overflowed. "Being here is wonderful and I love my new daughter so much. I owe it all to you!"
Queen Althea smiled back knowingly. With a hint of hardness in her voice she said, "Well, not 'everything,' sweetie. There is someone else who had just a little bit to do with this." She gestured and in stepped a powerfully handsome horned figure. "Perhaps you should get to know your little girl's father."
Wonder Woman looked and her happiness turned to horror at the sight of satyr-god, Pan, the Amazons' ancient enemy. A thousand thoughts tumbled through her brain at the same time. Despair! Treachery! Shame!, but also, to her chagrin, she felt a powerful physical attraction to the undeniably macho form before her. The Queen saw her reaction and waved her hand. Everything but the attraction disappeared.
"But how . . . ? I thought . . . that night . . . the pillar . . .?"
"Didn't you learn anything about the birds and the bees out there in the World of Men?" Althea asked sarcastically. "Babies don't come from Paris in a box and they sure don't come from humping yourself to silly on a granite dildo, my dear. You got knocked up the same way as every other woman in the world ever has. My virile husband put his big marvelous prick between those pretty legs of yours and filled your fertile cunt full of his semen. You were impregnated by a master cocksman, darling," she smiled and looked with pride at the beaming Pan.
Wonder Woman could only gape.
"You were dazed but still in a delightful rut when we pulled you off of the phallus," Pan continued. "I had inseminated my daughters quickly so I could spend the rest of the night with you. I wanted to make sure you were well serviced," he grinned. "I climaxed you several times to ready the body for conception, especially after the 'preparations.'"
"The 'preparations?'" the aroused Amazon asked.
"Yes, you see I did more than just hypnotize you that night to make you horny and submissive," explained Althea. "The herbs in the massage oil my servants used contained large amounts of a substance very much like female sex hormones. Breathing those fumes re-arranged your monthly cycle and made you extremely fertile that night."
"All you needed was my potent sperm," smirked Pan. "Your conscious mind didn't even know when I laid you back and put my cock in you, but your reptile brain knew. I hardly needed to get you into the best position. Instinctively, you yourself lifted your legs to my shoulders so that every stroke would slam my cock deep into your hot cunt. Your hips bucked and thrust in perfect time with me. Every entry was deeper than the one before. You began to orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated you and you didn't stop until I unloaded a bucket of come in you."
"But we didn't take chances, Wonder Woman." Althea was taunting her now. "We kept you on your back with your legs up on pillows so none of the semen would run out until my sexy mate could get it up to do you again. Then he fucked you a second time. We kept pillows under your ass and plugged your vagina with a dildo to keep your pussy full of my husband's potent cum come all night. I put you back into a trance so you would sleep. My serving girls kept working the dildo bringing you to one soft rolling orgasm after another to promote conception. There was no way you could have left the island without being knocked up."
"You'll pay for this, Pan! I'll..." Wonder Woman snarled.
"Do nothing. You can do nothing," smirked Althea. "Your powers are already fading. Soon you will no longer BE Wonder Woman."
"You're wrong, Althea. I lose my powers only if I give myself willingly to a man. The night of the Presentation doesn't count. You yourself just said, I was drugged and hypnotized."
"Indeed you were. That's why it was important to send you back to Gotham horny as a skunk, to learn there that you were pregnant, and in your despair . . ." Althea's voice trailed off.
"Oh, no!. . . ." Wonder Woman gasped. "Steve!"
"That's right, Wonder Woman," Althea hissed triumphantly. "You were so horny you willingly spread your legs for Steve. Then, when he and everyone rejected you, you came running back here into our trap, as we knew you would!" Althea beamed evilly.
"With you out of the way, Wonder Woman, resistance to my plans for the World of Men is crumbling. Your sexless strength was a perverse example to millions of women. Now things are returning to 'normal,'" Pan sneered. "Althea and I have been traveling around influencing events and attitudes quite successfully."
"While we kept you busy fucking yourself silly with the girls in the birthing lodge, Althea started a popular new talk show on public TV," Pan continued with a self-satisfied smile. "You would be amazed how many top women executives, professionals, scientists after watching Althea get so horny they give up the struggle and let their husbands and boyfriends make them pregnant. Medical and law schools are becoming all-male preserves again as horny young women drop out in droves to take care of unexpected babies that happen to girls that can't get enough of it bareback but "forget" to take their pills. Mid-career men are finding new opportunities opening up as their smarter women rivals have to stay home to nurse "surprise" additions to their families. You might be interested to hear that even Batgirl hung up her ears when she found she was going to be the mother of twins and Catwoman is having a litter, too" Pan beamed.
A crushed Wonder Woman began to sob inconsolably. "What . . . what happens to me now?" whimpered the humiliated and defeated ex-superheroine.
"That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed. "You and your new daughter will make you home with us at the Palace. I am going to make you my Junior Queen. Althea has spent eons practicing how to please a man and she is one hell of a fuck," Pan smiled affectionately at his elegant mate. "But she has so many things to do -- traveling with me , casting spells, and all. More pregnancies would interfere with that . We decided I needed a younger, stronger mate to do the child bearing from now on."
"Oh, no! No, no!" cried Wonder Woman, but her body betrayed her words. She burned with shame to realize she was terribly aroused at the thought that this virile creature was going to breed her . . . again and again.
"Oh yes!" Pan gloated. "Although you are no longer Wonder Woman, you are still a marvelously strong and healthy woman. I'm going see that you stay pregnant from now on. You will be a wonderful baby making machine for me. I'm sorry we will have to take your daughter away from you for a while, but as you know, nursing delays the re-establishment of your fertility; we couldn't allow that. Now, would you like me to start breeding you again right now or later this afternoon when we take you to your new home?" Pan asked.
Wonder Woman continued to sob softly, but a very visible wet spot was growing on her gown.
"Well, I guess you have the Wonder Slut's answer," sniffed Althea.
Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his tunic. He fondled Wonder Woman's breasts for a few seconds until she was moaning in both despair and arousal, then he pushed her down over a chair, pulled down her panties, and rucked up her gown. Positioning his cock at the opening of the weeping cunt of the ex-superheroine, the smirking god turned to Althea. "Do you want to wait outside darling while I impregnate this bitch?" he asked.
"Oh no, my Lord," his leering wife replied. "She's almost as much my project as yours. I want to WATCH!"
The End
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