Quickie #1: The Princess Thigheries

First Quickie, let's see if it goes over well.

Prompt: Wonder Woman turns into a horny shortstack goblin!

The Museum of Antiquities was in shambles, but the sorceress of myth had her hands on an item that made all the broken shards of pottery and fragments of cuneiform seem like garage sale finds. A single emerald embossed on a brass hilt the length of a long sword. Little more than a curio to the mortal world, but an item of tremendous power for a wielder of the magical arts.

“You won’t get away with that, Circe!” Diana declared with her trademark bravado. At some point the Princess of Themyscira had responded to her break-in and dispatched the mighty minotaur bodyguards she had assigned to guard the lobby. The Hades-damned do-gooder was always nipping at her heels! Perhaps it was time to put a stop to that.

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Circe asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Another magical trophy for your wall?” she replied, stepping over the dazed and prone security guards in her frankly impractical footwear. “Put down the artefact, sorceress, and maybe I can talk the men of this city into taking it easy on you.”

The enchantress cackled. “Oh I’m afraid it is you who will be dealing with the men of the city. And believe me, they’ll be making things extra hard for you!”

She thrust the wand forward, and the emerald at its tip pulsed a brilliant viridian. Magical energy from before the dawn of civilization crackled and snapped outward, lashing Diana with its power. At first she thought the world was growing bigger around her, but to Wonder Woman’s horror, it was in fact her who was shrinking! Her magical bracelets and armour suddenly no longer fit and slid out of place, only to be further pushed away as her curves exploded outward. Her breasts became ridiculous, totally impractical, all while her muscles melted into the soft curves of a woman who had never seen the inside of a gym. To top it off, her skin was turning an impossibly vivid shade of green!

“What magic is this?!” she cried, her voice rising in register as the transformation took hold.

“What, this?” Circe asked, holding out the wand and examining it like she’d just noticed it now, “Oh! It’s a little thing from the Old Days, back when Dionysus was having trouble getting party guests with the right, hmm, let’s say “disposition” to enjoy his particular festivities. I believe our Norman friends called them “goblins”, though I’m afraid you don’t quite look like the tapestries. Must have been something lost in translation. Oh well, I’m sure to make a note of it. Anyways, now that you’re a little easier to handle…”

She snapped her fingers and her own magic reached out, touching the minds of the guards she had subdued. Four men in blue/black uniforms stood up, rising like sleepwalkers. In their eyes were the spinning magenta light of Circe’s will, compelling them into action.

The emerald energy that had seized the Woman of Wonder had subsided, leaving Diana half her original height. She looked around at the discarded pieces of gear and clothing, looking for her Lasso of Truth. She could find solace within its familiar power, surely!

She paused as her hands brushed against the weapon. Above her, towering, was one of the guards. He was so big…so strong! And so…her eyes went wide, locking on to the huge bulge in the man’s pants. Profane urges filled her body, and it was taking all she had left to keep from just unzipping him right that very moment. When he pulled his fly down on his own, letting his length fall out in front of her, her thoughts blanked out. Images, depraved and debauched, poured into her brain and refused to leave.

“What’s the matter, dear? A little caught up in some magical lust?”

“This…no…of course not!” Diana refuted. But Circe knew better. The Lasso lurched into motion of its own accord. Before she could pry her eyes off the man in front of her, it had wrapped around her limbs, pinning them behind her while keeping her legs spread wide. After its length had been entirely wound around her newly formed body, it pulsed with its magical, truth compelling power.

“Speak, worm! What do you want? Do you want to be free? Do you want to transform back to your old self?”

Diana whimpered, writhing uselessly against her magical bonds. But the Lasso of Truth’s power was impossible to resist, and before she could stop herself she was speaking in a newly squeaky voice.

“I want cocks! I want cocks and cum inside me, oh Hera save me from this need!”

“Your wish is my command,” Circe cackled and flicked her wrist. The ensnared guards closed in, but instead of attacking, they lifted the little Princess up like a prized possession. Treating her like a familiar and well-used sextoy, one pulled her onto his hard shaft. She came almost immediately, tainted pleasures hijacking her nervous system and rendering her a mere puppet for pleasures beyond her conception. Her mouth hung open in her cry of joy long enough for another shaft to slide past her lips, and she eagerly pleasured this one as well. A third held her hand to his rod until she got to stroking, while a fourth used one of her breasts to grind himself toward his own climax.

One of the guards came, flooding her with his seed. She wanted to praise him like a god of fertility ought to be, but the cock in her throat needed finishing too. Cum splattered onto her and inside of her, each time she finished one another took its place. Or was it the same one? She couldn’t tell, she didn’t care. Her face disappeared behind a gooey mask, and still she wanted more. At some point, Circe had gotten bored and left, leaving Diana to the ministrations of her ensorcelled minions. But Diana didn’t mind. The former crime fighter’s world had been reduced to the time between a dick making its presence known and it emptying its thick load onto or into her needy body, and she couldn’t have been happier.