Wonder Woman's new boobs

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Wonder Woman was hot on the trail of the Joker again. Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl had given her a good tip. ‘Why she mused t herself did it always have to end up in some seedy warehouse for their oh so secret ambush, why not a nice smelling flower shop or something,’ then she shook herself and eased inside the big building ignoring the squeak of the doors rusty hinges. She quickly looked around and then decided to follow the hallway in the direction a dim light snuck under a door frame and voices could be heard behind it. Despite her red high heeled boots she was very quiet as she walked laying each boot down quietly. She arrived behind the door and could easily distinguish male voices behind it. Sure enough they were discussing the sequencing for a bank robber. Obviously one was the driver, a couple were lookouts and a couple were the miscreants who would terrorize the good citizens of Gotham. Well not today, this ends here she decided.

She decided her usual approach was the best, and that was the direct approach. She squared herself off behind the door and gave it an Amazon kick. The old steel fire door’s hinges let go with a clang, the rotten door frame followed in a shower of wood splinters as the door sailed into the room. It was horizontal when it hit one of the henchmen in the guts driving the air out of his body with a ‘woof’, as he collapsed to the ground. The sudden explosion off noise had them all dazed but only briefly. “Get the bitch,” the leader said, as the all seemed to stand at once. They were typical scum Wonder Woman thought. Ill dressed, ill-mannered and stupid. The closest one charged her having first picked up a crow bar from the floor. She dropped him with another kick and continued to advance into the room. She easily dodged another’s cumbersome roundhouse punch and sent him flying into a pallet stack with an uppercut that completely levelled him. Quick as a cat she had her Amazonium bracelet’s up to deflect the 9mm rounds from a Browning high power, after the 13th round the weapon stayed open and she charged him before he could reload and with a short punch sent him flying across the room into the wall. He slithered down the wall into a heap. Two others came at the buxom superheroine from two different directions one with a chunk of chain the other with a fire ax. Neither survived her combination spin kick and punch. Both hit the ground near simultaneously. Her peripheral vision caught movement from behind a stack of packing crates, she turned to face the new threat.
The new comer began to clap, “as good as always in a brawl”, he said “I should have known”, she said stopping to face the man in a bright purple suit with a twisted face and horrible makeup, the Joker. “Well I see you have lost none of your usual athleticism, still like your costume honey,” he said staring at her cleavage. She ignored him. From behind his back he brought up a ridiculous looking gun and aimed it one handed at her arm fully outstretched like some ridiculous cowboy. It looked like a kid’s supersized six shooter knock off water pistol, when he cocked the hammer the cylinder cycled, so it was obviously real. “You have got to be kidding”, she said taking her lasso of her hip to end this nonsense. She had one Amazonimum sheathed bracelet held up to block these stupid bullets. The Joker saw her tense and knew she was about to charge. He fired. The black powder kicked out the projectile straight at her. She easily blocked the bullet. The bullet was more like a paintball and it sprayed across her bustier and cleavage leaving an oily substance across her chest. She ignored it and charged. The joker had dropped a smoke grenade and bolted behind the pallets. As Wonder Woman rounded the corner she discovered a maze. She swore, “bastard,” she entered the maze than decided this was stupid. She began to kick the walls down bulldozing her way through the maze as if she was playing dominos with the walls aiming for the exit sign at the end of the warehouse where she knew the only other exit was to the building. She got their just in time to see the door slam.
In great big letters spray painted beside the door was an arrow ‘Wonder Boobs you better read this’! On the table beside it was a sheet of paper. She warily looked around for any sign of trap and then picked up the note and read: Dear Wondie congratulations for participating in my all natural breast expansion research. You have been sprayed with my latest concoction that induces breast expansion all naturally of course. If you look down you will notice that the liquid you were sprayed with has been absorbed straight into you lovely tits. You will begin to feel your milk glands begin production, in two hours you will be full to bursting. You can either express your milk or not. If you don’t the milk will become part of the fatty issue and your bosom will expand, I expect a half bra size increase every cycle. If you express your milk your bosom won’t grow, but your areole and nipples will. There are a few other side effects but I’ll let you discover them yourself, ta ta. It ended. “Dumb ass even monologues in writing she decided. What an ass if he thinks I’m going to believe this shit,” she decided probably just a delay tactic, although the substance was gone, probably just water and food colouring that had evaporated in the sweltering heat of the warehouse she decided. She decided to resume her evening patrol and check out a few other lead’s she had, only another hour before her patrol time ended.

Wonder Woman entered the dark alley and then quickly spun around to become Navy Lieutenant Junior Grade Diana Prince dressed in civilian clothes. She quickly stepped back out onto the street, her patrol over it was time to head home. Diana boarded the subway ignoring the seedy looking character and taking a seat at the rear of the car. It was late she was tired, having two spate lives could be wearing. Finally her stop, she strode briskly towards her apartment. She unlocked the door into her apartment, closed it, and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped the front of her bra. She looked at her bare breasts, nothing, stupid Joker, she mused pulled on a t-shirt and went to bed. As she slept the clocked ticked away her breasts filled with milk and the milk turned to fat twice before she woke up. At 0615 she rolled over and headed for the bathroom a strange tingle in her chest had woken her up, a warm tightness seemed to grip her chest. She padded to the bathroom to look into the mirror. Diana pulled off her t-shirt and found herself mesmerized by her erect nipples and swollen bossom. She reached down and squeezed the hard nipple and several drops of breast milk squirted onto the counter. She just stood their both hands on both nipples. She could feel the milk turning to fat inside her breasts. It was turning her on, after 30 seconds the heat in her chest passed, her breasts seemed fuller again. But the heat in her groin didn’t pass. Diana couldn’t resist she slipped her left hand inside her panties and began to massage her clit. She sat on the bathroom rug legs apart as she fingered herself. “Oh Hera”, she moaned as her other hand played with a hard nipple that seemed even more sensitive. A small sharp orgasm rolled over her.
“Goddamn Joker”, she swore as she dressed in her civvies for the ride to work. She normally wore civilian clothes to work then changed to PT gear and finally her uniform for the day at IADC HQ. That way she could leave from work in civvies and become Wonder Woman easier than parading around in Navy whites. Her bra just barely fit on the last clasp. Well that would have to do for today she’d pick up a bigger size after work she decided and pulled on a white blouse. PT started at 0800 sharp it was one of the things she liked about her cover as a Navy Lieutenant. Diana discovered with a cold chill as she pulled on her sports bra that two hours had already passed and she could feel her breasts feeling full again and getting bigger straining her sports bra. “Shit,” she muttered realizing she was out of time to express any milk and her breasts were about to enlarge again by half size. She felt the burning sensation in her bosom as she left the woman’s change room to barely make formation. Although the burning sensation quickly departed her chest the one in her loins did not. ‘Oh SWEET Hera,’ she muttered under her breath wanting desperately to finger her sex to relieve the tension. She was able to overcome her physical ache by intense physical exertion with her comrades. They off course couldn’t resist glancing at the buxom Lt as her big boobs wobbled and swayed with their warm up jumping jacks. They moved on to push ups. Except every time she did a push up man style her sports bra rubbed her hard nipple making the fight even harder. Sit ups did the same thing it kept rubbing her sensitive nipples. She could feel the creeping wetness between her legs. It wasn’t the only thing straining, as her breasts refilled the overexerted sports bra gradually failed a hook at a time. The final lap of the track Diana was holding her breasts with her forearms to keep her unsupported tits from wobbling everywhere. Her sports bra had finally let go. At least her sports bra had kept her breasts together so they wouldn’t sway outwards and downwards like a wet t-shirt contestant she mused as she stood in formation waiting for dismissal. Her eyes were ahead and front but lots of others weren’t as her now permanently erect nipple and bigger bosom made very pronounced stretch to her grey t-shirt.
The Master Chief took her aside after and said he quite admired her physical work out enthusiasm but she had better buy not so tight clothing it was distracting the sailors. He had said. She apologised for her bra malfunction, fuming under her breath, it wasn’t her fault. Well she would just have to get better at her schedule, and make sure her boobs didn’t get any bigger, this was barely manageable, and she thought her original 38DD were large. As Diana showered, she could feel the milk moving within her breasts. She realised then that she had to drain her breasts every two hours. Thank god for individual shower stalls she thought as she expressed her milk and the warm water washed it away into the drain. She cupped her breasts with each hand and examined her breasts they must be 38DDDs and it’s only been an evening. Diana had always been proud of her chest, still it hadn’t changed the shape of her breasts they were still the nice full curves she had before just um a little bigger she mused, once again tugging at her fuller nipple and watching her milk squirt out. She closed her eyes god that felt good, she sighed under the hot shower head, a hand slipped between her thighs and she began to masturbate.

Her Navy whites were snug to say the least. Not surprising she mused. She could only manage to get one of the four clasp on her bra to do up, at its straps cut into her shoulders. Well she would swing by the PX at lunch she thought. Even the buttons seemed strained as she entered the conference room. Colonel Trevor had asked her to take the meeting minutes for the Intelligence Committee Meeting. General Bigstiff entered and they all stood to attention, he acknowledged everyone and motioned them to be seated. Lt Prince was thankful she sat at the back of the wall with a clipboard and paper in front of her and not with her chest on display at the table. “With today’s world events and the Nazis on the offensive we will be at it until noon I expect…” he started the meeting. By 1145AM Lt Prince could feel her breasts filling, she wiggled uncomfortably in her seat at the back of the room. ‘Shit’, she muttered this is going to be close. By1215 she knew they wouldn’t be finished in time for her to express her milk. The now familiar burning sensation began in her chest as the milk converted itself to fat. Damn she said to herself as she felt the liquid fire between her thighs, she crossed and re-crossed her legs trying to drive the sensation back, it was impossible. It was also very difficult to write notes as her loins tugged at her brain, oh she wanted to slip a hand under her skirt so bad. Finally the meeting ended. Quickly she slipped out. A quick stop in the ladies room confirmed she didn’t have and wet spots on her skirt, although she knew her panties were wet.
Diana briskly walked to the PX. She made for the women’s wear section and quickly found the nursing bra section. She picked up a 38, then decided she’d get a couple of cup sizes bigger as well, just in case, she’d always been a rather practical girl. Then her eye caught sight of an electric breast pump, she added two to her shopping basket. Their I can run them both at the same time. Next a electric timer, I can set it to every two hours at night, she placed it in the cart. A couple of sports bras of similar size followed and some nursing pads. The older woman cashier looked at the contents as she laid them out for scanning, “congratulations Lt, when’s the due date,” she asked? “Um well not sure yet,” Diana stumbled. “Your milk has sure come early unusual, that happened on my second as well couldn’t stop them boobs of mine from leaking everywhere”, the large big bosomed black woman said conversationally. “Once you have your first you should have the second quick, so they can play together its actually easier than one, but off course you have to stop nursing to get pregnant again, I found that really hard, I sure loved the sensation when my milk let down,” she babbled. “Oh, I’ve noticed that too,” Diana said, opening her plain issue purse to pay for the purchase.

She winced at the tiny whirring sound the breast pump made knowing full well how thin the office walls were. But it did sound like an electric fan she had on her desk. The ‘fumpf’as the suction cups sucked in her nipples caused another grimace as she watched in fascination as her nipples, areole and breast were sucked into the cup and contoured to its coke bottle shape. She felt the burning sensation as her milk let down, she tilted her head back and leaned back in her office chair as the sensation washed over her. She held each pump with a hand but the sensation was too much. She quickly cradled both with one hand and slid the other under the hem of her skirt, past her regulation panties and into her wet stimulated sex. Her index finger was soon rubbing her G-spot with vigor, her mind wandering to thoughts of the dildo she had in her apartment, then on to the big horse cocks she had seen on the stallions on Paradise Island. Her orgasm came with final squeezing dry of each breast at almost the same time. She switched the units off and quickly dried up her sex juices with several tissues. She pulled up the nursing bra cups and did the clasps and had almost finished buttoning her blouse when someone knocked on the door. She almost knocked over the pumps as she slid them into her lower door. Quickly she straightened her skirt and opened the door.
“Yes Sir,” she asked? “Lt Prince have ou almost finished the minutes from this morning meeting”, he asked? “Almost sir, I had the door closed to concentrate,” she replied. “Yes I understand how all the disruptions can slow things down, bring them down when your finished, oh and a button has come undone on your blouse Lt,” he added letting his eyes linger a triffle longer than necessary as he looked at the ample cleavage on display. “Yes, sir”, she said and began buttoning the stray buttons, her heart pounding for several reasons, the guilt of almost getting caught and the excitement of him finally starting to notice her. Colonel Trevor headed down the hall. He heard several enlisted men talking. “Yeah did you see Lt tits this morning, thought she was going to have a wardrobe malfunction”, the taller seaman said. “Yeah and her nipples are always at attention,” the pimple faced youth said. Steve smiled knowing who they were talking about.

It took Lt Prince longer than she thought to finish the report. The two and four o’clock interruptions, and the time after required to refocus her brain post orgasm slowed her normally very diligent progress. It was just past six when Leroy the old black janitor opened the door and stepped inside. Lt Prince was on full display. Her big white titties were being milked a pair of breast pumps sucked greedily at her big orbs, her white navy skirt was hiked up to reveal her lovely sex which had two fingers inside it rubbing vigorously. Diana couldn’t stop herself despite the audience, as she had opened her eyes when the door opened. Leroy closed the door behind him. She was rocked back on her chair, he admired the view. His big hammer quickly growing, he grinned as he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his fly to drop his pants. Diana stared as his black cock emerged from his boxers and seemed to grow before her eyes. She had been dreaming of something very similar and now here it was as if from the gods themselves. He walked between her desk and chair, as she spread her legs farther apart, god it is exactly what her animal brain had demanded from her. She tried half-heartedly to rationalize but her hand already had a hold of his huge cock and was guiding it in to her glistening sex. She felt her lips engulf his penis as he gently nudged his head against her and then drove it gently inside and then speared her sex completly. “Oh Hera”, she exclaimed as his cock tunneled inside her. He gently began to rock his prick in and out as she quietly mouthed, “so big it’s splitting me apart”. He grinned he liked it when these tight white bitches said that about a brothers dick. He kept at is plunging deeper and deeper until his full girth was sawing back and forth inside her sending her tits wobbling as she held the breast pumps on with both hands. “I’m cumming,” she cried and he felt the wave of her sex juices erupt around his prick. He kept at her until finally he couldn’t help but blasted a full load of seed inside her. Leroy looked over at her day timer and the timings at every two hour intervals she had circled in red while he kept her stopped up with his cock. His mind quickly grasped that she needed to express her milk at those intervals. He grinned. “So Lt Prince shall I assist you with your daily milking chores,” he said with a grin. She gave him an affirmative post fuck doped to hell nod. Well this job is getting better he thought pulling his limp cock out of her stretched pussy with an audible ‘plop’.

Her two breast pumps had worked so well at work that she picked up another pair for home., she’d had a clever idea as she sat back and let the milk get pumped from her Wonder boobs. Diana cut the front out of a sports bra and inserted a breast pump into the gap in each cup using some super glue to hold the cups in place. She plugged the two units into a power bar and set the power bar to a timer to turn on every two hours. She pulled the bra on and adjusted the cups so it covered her big almost thumb sized nipples. “There that should work for tonight”, she said propping herself up with some pillows. The first milking kept her up but, with all the peaking of sexual energy she had throughout the day Diana soon dropped off to sleep despite the attachment to her tits. The units milked her every two hours. She woke up a little stiff from not moving around, to see almost full jugs, but her breasts hadn’t grown any. She smiled at her ingenuity as she disconnected the power and pulled off her bra apparatus. Her nipples were tender and a little larger she thought examining each tenderly with her long fingers.

With her new rhythm she made it through PT without any wardrobe incidents. Although she certainly was the focus off almost every male at some point as they watched her breasts bounce around. She got through the day with only one missed express of her Amazon milk due to another stupid meeting running late. Leroy had let himself into her office at noon and then again at 1800hrs that evening. Diana couldn’t help herself, she’d been craving the sensation of his phallus between her legs all morning and then all afternoon. She had let him fucked her stupid once again. At least with her lactating she didn’t have to worry about birth control. Her mind pictured the big black cock that had pleasured her so much earlier and she couldn’t help but briefly relive the pleasure it had given her. Stop wool gathering girl she chided herself, as she was on the way out to patrol Gotham’s hard streets. Diana decided she couldn’t keep going like this hoping the Jokers formula would wear off. She’d have to go see Albert in the Batcave and get some lab help. In the meantime she’d give it the weekend to see if the effects would wear off. She was to proud an Amazon to have to submit to a man’s help if it would just wear off which she suspected it would. Dressed in her after work civilians she duct into an alley and did a quick spin to become Wonder Woman once again. Her enhanced bosom barely fit inside her eagle emblazoned bustier. In fact the bustier lifted and pushed her bigger breasts together and lifted them exposing even more cleavage than previously. As she walked through the rougher streets her breasts swayed offering a hint of her dark areole. She didn’t notice her eyes scanned across the neighbourhood streets looking for signs of miscreants. It had been almost two hours of beat cop work. Wonder Woman was beginning to feel the sensation again in her chest. Have to call it a day soon she thought.'

An old woman’s scream, “stop that thief he took my purse”, galvanised her into action. She saw the lanky lad spring around the corner pink purse in hand. She launched herself into a sprint angling for the alley he was obviously headed for. He beat her by a few seconds. The lad jumped and continued to run down the winding almost pitch black alley. She bounded after him turned into the alley her breasts barely staying encapsulated after the first corner she tripped over something. Down she went, her quick reflexes had her hands out and she stopped on her knees. Something had struck her across the chest. She paused to look. An umbrella handle had snared the top of her bustier and pulled her top down. Her bounty hung below like a pair of udders. She reached down to pull the umbrella handle out of her top.

The trio of homeless had been lying in their makeshift shelter in the alley when first one than another had stormed past their hooch. One had jumped the shelter knowing it was their and the other had crashed into it. Harvey and his buddy Bob had been lying their their stomach’s growling when a crash happened the umbrella holding the tarp fell off and his face got sprayed. “Bloody rain,” he said out loud then tasted milk. His eyes adjusted for the dark saw a huge tit dripping milk into his mouth. Harvey thanked the lord and latched onto the nipple and began to suck. Bob had done the same thing. “Oh Hera”, Wonder Woman exclaimed as two mouths began to suck on her big nipples simultaneously. It was even more evocative than the milk machines. She almost stopped them but couldn’t it just felt too good. Besides she needed to be drained, although that was true, the sensation was way to powerful for her to stop once they had begun to massage her breasts to drain her milk. Despite the rough whiskers that rubbed her sensitive breasts. She just held the position as these two homeless men milked her. The third man figured out things a little more slowly. Then he realised some hooker was letting Harvey and Bob suck her tits. Probably so she could go back on Electric Ave without squirting milk all over a paying customer. He couldn’t pass up a freebie like that. Sam pulled down his pants and wiggled his way in behind the hooker. She had hotpants on, he could smell her musky scent already. Bitch must get off on the boys milking her titties he thought. He pulled aside her star spangled pants and panties and maneuvered his cock inside by feel, not very successfully in the darkness. He felt her fingers guide his dick in and then he stabbed his shaft in to drive it home into her pussy. She squawked as his shaft sunk home.

Her rationale brain sang out, “Diana not like this its submission if you let them take you like this”, “no its okay your lactating you can’t get pregnant”, “that’s a different issue”,’the argument raged on inside her as her arousal level finally overcame any thought but release, “oh Hera I’m cumming,” she shouted. She felt the man ejaculate his seed inside her and began to pant himself. “Let me have some milk I’m thirsty you fuck her,” he said. Milk and pussy they couldn’t believe their good fortune. The three of them sucked her dry. Wonder Woman’s stamina outlasted all three, although they pulled far more orgasms from her, she sopped up all their man spunk in the process. Wonder Woman pulled up her bustier and tucked in her sore nipples. She could still feel their sex juices through her hotpants and panties continue to leaking out her well fucked sex. ‘Well that hasn't been a normal Friday night’, still she didn’t feel badly, just exhausted, she stepped out of the alley trying to look like her normal poised self. Not a superheroine who’d just willingly let a trio of homeless men milk dry and fuck her into senselessness in the most submissive position known to the Amazon’s.

Back at her apartment she pulled on her sports bra apparatus and set the timer. Well at least she could sleep in tomorrow, maybe this stuff will have worn off by then. She quickly fell asleep. The sun burst through the windows flooding the room. She rolled over to one side and looked over at her alarm clock on the night table it was blinking 12:00. “Oh Shit,” then she looked down. Her sports bra had come undone, and off course had never come on with the power failure. She pulled the apparatus off, “my god I’m huge”, she said putting her hands on her huge breasts. She swung her legs out of bed, her breasts rested on her legs. “What am I going to do with these”, a tear welled up in her eye. She chided herself, “Amazon Princesses are tougher than this, what was done can be undone”, she said and stood up. She couldn't see her feet her breasts were so large she wanted to scream or cry but did neither. A familiar feeling was coming over her, she sat back on the bed and spread her legs, and closed her eyes as her fingers pleasured herself and her breasts grew another half size. After the marathon masturbation session she sat back up. Her huge bounty wobbling almost to her navel, she needed to find a top to cover her huge tits so she could go to the store and buy some new cloths. She found a leather jacket she could just close. She pulled on a fresh pair of panties and a mini-skirt. The outfit left her midriff bare and was by far the most provocative thing she had ever worn aside from her Wonder Woman uniform but it was the only thing that would cover her super-sized jugs. It showed huge cleavage and Diana could feel her nipples trying to rip through the silk lining with every step. Thank god it wasn't a work day she thought to herself as the doorbell jingled to the clothing shop and the attendant looked up to see her enter.

It was a boutique that specialized in woman’s apparel of a unique sort; outdoors clothing, maternity wear, the tall, and the big which is why Diana knew of the shop and its specialist sections, being a bigger woman than most Gotham City residents as a full blooded Amazon. She headed over to the maternity section to get some bigger nursing bras. She quickly picked up a couple of blouses, and soon had her basket full as she wandered over to the sports section for some sports bras to rebuild her apparatus and for PT in the morning. She had just finished holding up a bra to the mirror in front of her when she heard a familiar voice. “I’d try it on if I were you,” the male voice suggested. It was Leroy the IADC HQ cleaner he obviously did other cleaning services on the weekend as well. “I didn’t know you worked here, this is one of my favourite shops,” she said making conversation and very glad to see a familiar face. Not that Leroy really cared, her tits were even bigger he thought noticing the strain the few buttons of the leather jacket were under and the fact that they were clearly on their own as the only visible support for her massive mammaries. “Here let me help you,” Leroy said graciously pulling the curtain behind in the changing area. Before she could say anything else Leroy’s hand had deftly unbuttoned her two buttons and her breasts exploded the jacket open. “That’s better your boobs looked like they were ready to burst out of that coat”, he said. She nodded she could feel that filling up feeling already. He didn't say it with a leer and he was right she was going to do that anyway. “Leroy I think I need to express my milk can you help,” she asked with concern not wanting to embarrass herself in front of store staff. “Off course let me just put a closed for cleaning sign in front of this booth and get a bucket for the milk,” he said stepping out through the curtain to his janitors cart.

It was something he had always noticed about women. He could tell when they were in their fertile time. Lt Prince was giving off the strongest ‘my eggs are ripe come and fertilize them’, pheromones he had ever detected. He stepped inside the booth again. “All set, kind of cramped in here, lean against this ledge and let your breasts hang down I’ll milk them from the chair,” he placed the bucket under her huge hanging breasts. “Mrs. Prince you sure have nice big nipples,” he said placing his thumb and forefinger on either side of her right nipple. Leroy began to squeeze and gently tug downwards. It felt completely different than the breast pump, even more erotic. She could feel her pussy begin to ache. Her mind wandered, the so out of the ordinary setting, being milked in a booth, the thought of Leroy’s big cock all made her pussy want in on the action especially when Leroy discovered he could reach her other nipple and began to administer a twin sensation. “Oh Hera,” she said quietly, he smiled as he’d heard that expression before. There was a steady stream of rich Amazon milk with each tug. “Leroy I’m ump I’m cumming,” she finally muttered. He could smell her pungent feminine musk, “almost finished sweetie”, he replied. Leroy got up and stood behind her as a few drips wept out her now distended nipples. He pulled out his huge hard black cock and then lifted her skirt. “My turn sweetie”, he said pulling off her panties and letting them fall down her long shapely athletic legs. “Leroy um not like this I could, I mean could you, um don’t”, she stammered until she felt his cock reach the wet lips of her sex and push them open once again. “Leroy not”, his cock plunged into her pussy, “oh Hera” she crooned. “That’s more like it”, he said as he began to fuck her sending her hanging breasts bouncing around. Not again not like this Diana thought unable to stop her orgasm from building again. I can’t be taken like this again I could get, “Oh sweet Hera”, she sputtered as another orgasm exploded. He extracted another mind blower from her until he couldn't take it anymore and sent his baby makers shooting into her Amazon box.

Leroy pulled his rapidly deflating cock from the naval officers stretched pussy, and paused. Diana turned, faced him her huge melons hanging down to her waist. She sat down cross legged in front of him and then with a grin reached out to his pole. It’s aroma was of her , she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Leroy looked down and leaned forward to make it easier. She had his pole already halfway down her throat and then pulled out not quite gagging and began sucking on his bulbous head. Her played with her lovely hair and felt his cock getting hard again. She kept at it, he was getting hard already. There was no way she was going to let him give her a facial. She knew what she wanted. She pulled off his cock stood up and resumed the milking position she had previously adopted, her ass even higher in the air, she playfully wiggled it for him. He grinned, “you bad slut I’m going to fuck you very slowly,” he said quietly. His second time round he paced himself as he had said. He lasted and lasted. She didn't and he made her moan and explode several times before he finally ceased her torment one last time and followed up with another load of baby batter into her unprotected womb just as she had told him to do with her body language.

After a few moments Diana remembered what she had really come for. Leroy watched her pull on the last bra and he did up the clasps for her. She turned and faced him instead of the mirror. “Well,” she asked? He reached up and undid each sides nursing clip exposing her large dark areole and nipple. “Just what the doctor ordered”, he said squeezing each playfully. “Sorry but you need to pay for these”, he said unclipping her bra. “Besides I like your original outfit”, he added with a grin and handed her the tight fitting leather coat. She lightly cuffed him on the side of the head, “all men are pigs,” Diana finished and took the coat.
“Barbara I need your help, can you come over,” she asked her friend AKA Batgirl. Barbara responding to the anxiety in her friends voice said, “sure but it’ll take me a little longer than usual”, the fiery redhead said. “Off course”, Diana said. Diana understood after all Barbara was now looking after baby Junior. It was common knowledge around the JLA that one of the crime bosses had impregnated the capped crusader. The fiery redhead had rebuffed every attempt by her friends to discover the father. The doorbell rang awhile later. Diana let her friend, and her infant in. Barbara starred briefly at Diana standing there in miniskirt and nursing bra. She had always admired the Amazon’s breasts but her tits were now hugely big now. “What the Fuck,” she added to the stare. “Well yes the girls are kind of hard to conceal now aren’t they,” she said looking down at her huge knockers. She retold the story of what had happened and what she had done about it, including her ideas of testing at the Batcave. “So you going to see Albert”, Batgirl asked? “Well actually I think I have it under control I haven’t grown any bigger in a couple of weeks, though to confess my nipples are huge and won’t settle down, but something else has happened,” she confessed. “Aren’t you full of surprises today,” Batgirl said raising an eyebrow and shifting Junior. “I’m pregnant,” the Amazon said quietly. “What”, her friend’s jaw opened and snapped shut. “But that makes no sense, you can’t get pregnant when your nursing,” her superheroine friend said. “Tell that to my Junior”, she said and ran her right hand over a small swell in her tummy drawing Barbara’s eyes to the tiny baby bump, “showing already, must be twins or something,” Barbara said.

Before the conversation could continue, Junior began to squeal. He was off course hungry. “He’s hungry, always hungry, I just can’t keep up,” Barbara confessed. “Here let me”, Diana said unclipping her left nursing bra and barring her huge breast’s areole and hard nipple that had already reacted instinctively to the baby’s need by beginning to week nourishing Amazon milk. Diana sat in her favourite chair as Barbara handed Junior over to her. She cradled his head in front of her massive mammary and guided his lips onto her nipple. It was ackward as her boobs were so big but Junior knew what he wanted and quickly he latched on and immediately began suckling as she closed her eyes to the sensation. Barbara watched and grinned. When Diana closed her eyes, Barbara stepped over to the door opened it and let her boyfriend in. “I think we’ve found our wet nurse dear”, she said as the two watched Diana nurse their child. “Yes and with her being preggo she will have to keep nursing until the baby arrives,” he added. Diana could hear the second voice and dreamily looked up to see the Joker and Barbara holding hands and watching her. “Congrats Wonder cow, nice jugs”, he said. Her eyes popped open but she didn’t move but tensed. It startled Junior off her nipple and she put it back in his mouth and cooed at him and he quickly began suckling again. “Don’t be coarse dear”, Barbara chided him “after all she’s going to be nursing Junior for a while, aren’t you Diana, it only makes sense she has to keep nursing until the baby arrives, and she doesn’t want to have any bigger boobs, so she can nurse Junior”, her friend said. “Oh Hera”, that feels so good Diana said by way of response. Although he wanted to gloat and monologue the severe look Barbara gave him was enough to suppress it if he wanted to get any later and he very much did, in fact on Wonder Woman’s bed and very soon. Maybe he would get to nail the Wonder cow to later. He couldn’t help wonder whose bastard was in her belly. His plan had been perfect, it was an interesting side effect he’d discovered when he had first used the formula on Catwoman and made her a super sized tit kitty and then she’d gotten herself knocked up by the Penguin. Triplets to, I bet Wondies got a brood as well if she’s showing this early he smiled. “What you grinning at mister”, Barbara asked?

[SpermanAlexie]

This story made me want to jizz constantly. You did a great job of conveying Diana's surprise, dismay and subsequent horror as her tits kept growing. Beautifully executed.