Wonder Woman’s African Adventure  

By Black7

Wonder Woman's African Adventure

By Black7

Colonel Steve Trevor had briefed his subordinates that IADC was going to use their special interceptor flight to try and shoot down a Nazi Condor aircraft carrying a key Nazi scientist to Africa. He was leading the mission using their highly polished P51 Mustangs with long-range drop tanks, and flying out of British held North Africa. Diana figured that she had better tag along in her invisible jet to keep an eye on things.

The Mustangs roared off the dirt airstrip leaving a wake of rolling dust behind them. The fighters shook out into a finger four formation and climbed for altitude. Colonel Trevor had updated his intercept course, the ground based intercept controller had provided a new position update to steer. The Condor had been picked up be Malta radar as it departed Sicily. It hadn't been practical to intercept from Malta as the German air attacks had destroyed all the airfields on the Island. Diana flew her stealthier invisible Air Comet jet slightly behind and above the piston engined fighters and just below the contrail altitude so she didn't leave a tell tale white stream.

Ober-Gruppen Fuhrer Schmidt saw the sun glinting off the highly polished Mustangs first and dropped his schwarm of Messerschmitt ME262 Swallow jet fighters into two tactical pairs. He ordered each pair to loop left and right behind the oncoming Mustangs. He would use the German jets superior speed to drop the aircraft to low altitude, trading energy for speed and surprise. He figured the US pilots would be fixated on the lumbering four-engined transport/bomber. It was a closely guarded secret that the Luftwaffe had developed an in flight refuelling capability for the ME262. His strategy was right, the keen eyed young wingman off Colonel Trevor spotted the bomber and soon the flights three other pilots were looking in that direction. They didn't see the swept wing shark like ME262s arcing up above the jungle, their mottled camouflage blending in with the greenery below.

Trevor broke hard right and dove when the first 30mm shell blew a two-foot hole in his port outer wing. He hauled the Mustang into a high G turn to break the attackers aim. Looking over his shoulder, out the bubble canopy he could see a German jet whistle past spitting 30mm BBs. His wingman had been less fortunate, he had stopped a half dozen shells, normally enough to kill a B17, more than enough to cause the P51 to explode into tiny pieces. The other two German fighters were a little late in their pass and were just coming into position when the surviving Mustangs broke into the attackers. Diana also had been fixated on the bomber until Steve's wingman exploded. She whipped her stealthier fighter into a dive and was soon gaining on one of the German jets. She blasted this fighter with a two second burst from her four 20mm canon. However one of the arriving trail pair of Me262s had seen her tracers erupt from nowhere. This ME262 was a two-seat night fighter equipped with an experimental infrared detector and air search radar. At the navigators direction the pilot closed in as Diana turned to engage the German leader. Soon the deputy flight leader had the hotspot centred in his sight, he pressed the firing tit spewing 30mm shells at the hot zone in front of him. Diana saw the shells whip past and she broke hard left, the quick break defeated the detectors narrow field of view and the jet whipped past her. In her peripheral vision she saw another P51 streaming coolant and also heading earthward and the other two Mustangs fought for their lives against the three remaining jets.

Diana's invisible plane was mortally hurt. Although invisible and armoured with the amazons special metal her engine turbines were not and a round had gone up port engines tailpipe and shredded the fragile machinery. Unluckily when the engine had self-destructed the turbine blades had flung themselves into the other engine and it to begin grinding itself into metal confetti. Their was no place to dead stick a landing, so she rode the jet down to 5000 feet rolled it over onto its back jettisoned the canopy and bailed out. Stretched out below was a meandering river surrounded by a thick jungle canopy. Diana didn't fear the jungle having been raised on Paradise Island a tropical playground. Diana tugged on the parachute risers to manoeuvre through a gap in the upper forest canopy. She made it into the first opening but the chute snagged a branch when a gust of wind caught her chute. Her forward momentum swung her like a kid on a swing into the next layer of the forest canopy. A six-inch branch cold cocked her as she bounced through the layer of brush knocking her unconscious.

The pygmy tribes witch doctor was also an unseen spectator to the heated up air combat. He stood perched high in the upper canopy watching the dots swirl around, and listened to the staccato burst of machine gun fire not comprehending it. He observed one dot end in a black smear, another slowly fall from the sky trailing a white cloud and then the sky emptied of noise and dots. He saw a white petal suddenly appear and drift downwards. Yes, he thought the bones had predicted that today he would see an unusual event. He grinned at his ability to read the bones accurately his black pointed teeth adding to the overall savage effect of his small brown body. The witch doctor made the decision to follow the descending petal as it surly was a sign of greater things. He then began to move with ease through the mid canopy forest periodically climbing to the upper canopy to track the descending white petal. He had a clear line of sight to Wonder Woman as she steered her chute through the upper canopy. His jaw dropped when he saw what it was. It couldn't be but it was, an Amazon returning to the jungle. The prophecy passed on by the ancients was true, the Amazon had returned. He continued to watch his eyes following his body tense and still he didn't want to be discovered by the powerful Amazon. A grin broke his face when he saw her brain herself on a branch. With that he set off back to the village at the bend in the river.

The tribe was a primitive hunter gather society on the cusp of becoming agricultural. They had plots of tuber plants scattered through the forest to supplement their hunting and gathering. Their history had been passed by word from generation to generation. In distant time the pygmy tribe had existed in a symbiotic relationship with the Amazon. Like many good things in had become unravelled as one group tried to dominate the other into enslavement. A war had erupted between the two races. The more technologically advanced and arrogant amazons however had suffered at the hands of the pygmy tribe. The tribe had a weapon the amazons couldn't counter a plant extract that tipped there blow darts rendered the amazons victim to enslavement. Soon the amazons were in full retreat and their Queen had taken the decision to quite this part of the jungle, and they had disappeared. The pygmy tribe soon fell on hard times and had shrunk significantly in number to this one village. The amazons the tribe had captured were soon squandered in the slave trade and for metal tools. The chieftains had not known how badly they needed the Amazon to help them survive. The witch doctor seeing an Amazon return as prophesized by the elders was formulating a plan to bring balance back into the tribe. With a shark-toothed grin he made his way through the dark jungle of the lower canopy.

Diana regained consciousness and gradually her faculties came back to her. She was still in her chute harness but wrapped in leaves and branches. She ached all over from the bruising impact but didn't appear to have broken any bones. The sharp branches and bark had lacerated her skin in many places. Her power belt had already begun to heal these minor injuries, so she figured she been out for a couple of hours. That couldn't be said for her costume. One branch had scrapped horizontally across her upper thigh leaving a nice cut until it had hit the fabric of her star spangled shorts. It had transferred its energy to tear the fabric across her crotch. More tears had gone vertically up from her thigh to the waistband. Miraculously her power belt hadn't been ripped off. Her star spangled shorts now gave the impression of a nice loincloth come mini skirt. Her bustier had taken similar damage. A branch had penetrated the cloth just above her belly button and ripped a vertical tear between her breasts. It eliminated the support the top had previously provided. Other tears had nicked the back of the garment. Diana untangled herself from the shrubbery with difficulty. That done she took stock of her situation finding herself still 30 feet in the air. The fetid air of the jungle blew through the canopy and she could feel it on her breasts, which had wiggled themselves free of her wrecked bustier as she moved about in the branches getting her bearings.

Well Diana thought I'm going to have to fix that, she said looking down at her bosom protruding proudly through the tear in the front of her bustier. She cut some parachute cord and made some eyelets into the bustier with her survival knife and laced the bustier back together. She couldn't fix her shorts but nothing was hanging out there, in fact it felt cooler in the hot jungle. Wonder Woman in some pain from her bruising eased herself down the rain forest canopy. Once on the ground she took stock of her situation. What was really starting to bother her was not what she instinctively had done; operated the parachute harness buckle; tie knots, and knew not to fear the jungle, but the fact that she couldn't remember how she had got to where she was. She soon built a shelter for the night, which was fast approaching mid way up a large tree. She built a hammock with the parachute silk so she would be safe from nocturnal predators. Diana had grown up in Paradise Island she wasn't afraid of the jungle.

The next morning Diana woke to find she was quite hungry, scouting around she found she was near a tiny clearing that contained rows of bulbous plants that oozed a sweet smelling nectar. It was obvious that the plants had been planted by people in their tidy rows. Diana had seen tubers like this but not of such size, they had been a native plant on Paradise Island. On closer inspection she discovered these produced sweet nectar. It was obvious by the quantity of the plot that these were some form of food crop so she cupped some of the nectar in her hands and lapped it up with her tongue. The flavour had a vanilla like taste and was sweet, it was very good. Diana bent some more of the tubers over to drain their sweet nectar, another handful was lapped up before she caught herself and stopped. She reminded herself to be cautious. First she wanted to know what it was, she couldn't remember precisely the name but knew she had eaten similar nectar at home before. Remembering more details of the plant she discovered a more efficient way of draining the nectar from the plants stem. She got down on her hands and knees and began to suck on the giant stock, slurping as the nectar rose in the stem from her actions out of the gigantic plant stalk. Greedily she ran her tongue back and forth along the oozing shaft as she squeezed the lower fibres of the stalk. She was too busy sucking on the shaft to realise the sight she made. Her big breasts hung down in the reinforced bustier, her ass exposed occasionally as the warm wind played across the clearing and lifted the tatters of her star spangled shorts up. She had always had a weakness for vanilla. After moving across a number of tuber clusters she raised her head and made a most unladylike belch. She rubbed her fingertips absently over her belly, which felt very full indeed. She was overdoing it, of course, but the juices on this planet were delicious.

A few hours latter, for some reason, her costume began to feel really, really tight. It was worst around her boobs where she had laced the bustier back together, almost as if the high tech fabric were shrinking on her. More annoying still her nipples felt raw and irritated, just like they had after Dr Lactose had milked her. Maybe something about the nectar was making the costume shrink; she had gotten some of the nectar on the material while bent over sucking on the stalks her breasts had rubbed against other tubers in the bed. Wonder Woman stopped examining the material and began to pull open the bustier so she could see her nipples. Both her nipples had begun to burn horribly. "Ungh!" gasped Wonder Woman. She massaged a flaming breast with each hand. The pain was agonizing, a horrible pressure from within burned in her chest, as if her tits were getting ready to explode. Both boobs had begun to swell. "What the" gasped Diana. "So tight I can't breath!" Her costume felt like a constrictor had wrapped itself around her chest, the parachute cord was already leaving clear marks across her breast flesh. She quickly untied the lacing to free each of her breasts. Gingerly, she touched her distended nipples with an index fingers. Arrrggghhhhhhh!" she moaned. She gently touched her right nipple, and was rewarded with a jab of pain like a hot needle had suddenly poked her their. She stared in horror at her chest. Her breasts were now so swollen she couldn't see her own feet! Even more shocking were her nipples. The two little brown buttons had grown huge. Now they were at least an inch thick and twice that in length. And they were as hard as bullets, but were terribly tender. Realising it wasn't the contact with the skin that had caused it but what she had eaten Diana shouted, "The nectar!". Too late, Diana understood the price of drinking the nectar without doing so in moderation. A surge of panic gripped her. Resisting the agony that flooded across her nipples as her breasts wobbled when she got up, Diana ran to a nearby jungle pool that was at the edge of the clearing. In the dim green glow of the forest light, she saw her reflection in the crystal clear sheet of water. "What the!" she cried. "It CAN"T BE!!!" gasped Diana. "Dear Goddess, what's happening to me! Her once pert, 38D cup breasts had swelled to at least a 44 double D. The bulging boob flesh stretched over the fabric of her untied bustier like an over-filled balloon. Her gigantic nipples throbbed, and she doubled over under another attack of fiery agony. "Aaarrggghh!" she cried. "S..so.m.much.p.PAIN..can't..." Desperately, Wonder Woman dug her fingers into the strangling cloth and ripped open her bustier. Her humungous new breasts burst forth, freed from the terrible pressure. The orbs were titanic, almost four times their normal size. The monstrous nipples glowed bright red and throbbed angrily. They still burned, if not quite as much as before. "It can't be," she repeated, in a tiny voice. "It must be a bad dream! At least a 46 triple F!!" But it was no dream. This was no magic mirror. She could touch herself with her own two hands and prove that. Her gigantic milk sacks were as firm and taut as drum skins. She looked like some kind of cartoon super heroine! Gingerly, she squeezed one of her giant breasts. "Oh my goodness!" she gasped. A jet of milky fluid shot from her nipple. "It can't be..I.I'm…LACTATING!!!"

The witch doctor had been watching. This was going even better than he though the stupid amazon had started drinking the nectar from the tubers without being forced to do it. He could easily see the effects of her indulgence when she pulled off her bustier and let the gigantic boobs spill into the warm air. The proof was in the air when he watched her shoot a jet of breast milk after squeezing a nipple. With hand signals he indicated the time was right for the pygmy warriors. They raised their blowguns and with a swoosh expelled their deadly darts. Diana felt the sting of the darts hit her in her shapely thigh. "Ouch," she cried and the multiple darts soon had her slumping slowly to the ground unconscious. The warrior party then broke cover and entered the cultivated patch with their stretcher made of animal hides.

Wonder Woman came groggily too, flat on her back resting on a pole stretcher inside a small hut that barley accommodated her. She was topless but still wore the remains of her shorts. The pressure inside her breasts was beginning to drive her crazy. A pygmy woman in a grass skirt and nothing else arrived at the entrance to the hut. Diana sat up slowly and the woman almost bolted reflexively from her sheer size. The woman was carrying an infant who was balling. Diana, relaxed there obviously wasn't any threat here. Using gestures pointing to the native woman's own deflated breast and Diana's own bloated breast, Diana figured out that she wanted her to nurse the infant. Soon Diana's maternal instinct coupled with a desire to relieve the painful pressure in her chest had the infant cradled in her arm. The infant quickly latched on to her rock hard nipples but nearly gagged when he first started suckled on her huge teat and was rewarded with a blast of amazon milk. However the greedy bastard was soon sucking hungrily on her nipple.

"Ggghhhaaaa!" she moaned as the initial sucking caused her tender nipple to flare in white-hot pain. Within a second, the suffering super heroine's pain subsided into an intense feeling of pleasure. A second pygmy woman appeared with an infant and it was soon latched onto her other tit. The sound of greedy slurping filled the night as Diana sat in the mud hut. "Oh, yes," she whimpered. "Yes, yes!" As the intense sucking drained her breasts, the horrible burning pressure began to subside. "Ahhhh!" she sighed, as mammary relief soothed her. Her whole attention was on the pleasure in her nipples. Every muscle in her body was relaxing. This pair of infants was soon sated an asleep, they were removed by the woman and replaced by more little brown infants. Diana just sat there in the hut feeding babies as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a super heroine to be doing. Her eyes were glazed over from the pleasure caused by the intense suckling and her body's motions of replacing one infant with another became almost palovian in response. After a period her breasts ran dry and no more infants appeared. Her breasts had been sucked dry. They no longer hurt. She stared at them in horror. They had shrunk to about half their new size, although still several times bigger than normal. But they were a disaster! Lumpy and misshapen, they looked completely deflated, flopping sloppily to her waist as she sat in the hut. Before she could react a pygmy woman appeared with a large wooden jug and cup. Diana then realized how thirst she was and quickly sucked back the water, it had the nectar flavour in it, but it didn't matter she was very thirsty. Diana having finished her drink felt very fatigued, and fell back asleep on the cot.

The witch doctor was very pleased when the head woman came to report on the success of the nursing. It appeared this Amazon had deep maternal instincts and easily accepted the babes to her breasts. Excellent though the wizened old man. The pygmy tribe had learned that a properly developed Amazon produced more milk than any other large animal in the jungle. Continued development of this Amazon would relieve the pygmy women folk of this maternal duty and allow the tribe to devote more energy to building up its agriculture allowing the tribe to quickly regain what had once been theirs. This one part of the witch doctors plan was falling into place.

Diana awoke feeling hungry and crawled out of the mud hut her breasts dragging across the dusty ground as she walked on all fours out the small hut entrance. Her magnificent new boobs were already refilling, regaining their full shape. They got in her way, dangling heavily between her arms and distracting her. Her eyes took in her new surroundings; she was in the centre of a village located at waters edge, surrounded by the lush rainforest. The pygmy people initially stopped and starred at her but then moved on to do their intended business. Her thoughts turned to fleeing to the jungle but there was no threat and she saw the older pygmy matron coming toward her. Diana decided to wait; she still couldn't remember how she had got here or whom she was. Her toplessness didn't both them as she was covered to the same degree as all the other females she could see. The older woman made eating motions, the foods rich aroma had alreadytriggered the hunger reflex and Diana followed the woman to a communal table. She towered over all the other individuals, the tops of their heads of the tallest individuals not even reaching the bottom of her bosom. She was soon sitting cross-legged at the end of the table eating fresh fruit and fish the same as the other dinners. From across the court yard Diana could hear infants crying and the old woman took her across the yard to what appeared to be a nursery once she finished eating. Diana was soon spouting rich milk for the hungry black babies that suckled from each of her breasts. Soon she was lost in a relaxed state as the infants tugged on her tits. A pair of young girls helped rotate the infants to her udders as the sated ones finished. The milking was making Diana wet and her musky smell filled the small hut. With the last of the babes finished and Diana still in a daze one of the girls gently spread open her legs and parted the tattered ribbons of her shorts. With her small hands she invaded Diana's wet pussy and with gentle pressure stroked her until she climaxed powerfully and clamped her legs around the young girls arm. The girl grinned a face full of stained pointed teeth.

Diana's days became a blend of nursing and helping around the village. Her body had responded to the demands placed on it and her bosom had grown steadily until she could supply the entire villages nursing children. She could no longer run without supporting her mammoth breasts with her hands and arms. Her memory was starting to come back in brief snapshots which didn't make any sense to her yet. Her daily village routine however kept her very busy anyhow so she didn't worry about such details. One day after she was finished nursing the children the matron asked her to sit like an animal, Diana was beginning to understand the language. The matron took one of her large breasts and milked the last bit of the milk into a wooden container. Diana didn't mind this, it was what she did here. The matron took the jug to the witch doctor that poured the thick rich milk into a metal container. He screwed the cap on as he had been shown. The silver flask was like nothing he had seen before in the village and he quickly covered it in a hide bag.

The witch doctor and the chieftain met the white non-pygmy at a forest clearing some distance from the tribe's village. They presented the flask to the trader who provided them with some fine steel knives in return. They agreed to meet again in 30 turns of the sky. The stranger then walked over to a bizarre contraption and climbed in. With a cough and spurt of smoke the nose mounted petals turned over until they were a blur. Soon the roaring machine leapt into the air like a bird and was gone. The Ober-Gruppen Fuhrur climbed the Storch army liaison plane away from the fetid jungle thankful to be away from the creepy little men in loincloths and especially the old one with the shrunk heads and bones around his neck. He landed at a Nazi airfield deep in the jungle, and tucked the little Storch liaison plane's wing under that of the Giant Condor to save space on the small field. He passed the flask over to Dr Von Lactose who had hurried over to greet him, "you got it did you?" he said with much anticipation showing in his face. "Yes her doctor, piece of cake, mind you those savages give me the chills," the pilot said. The doctor soon had the flask back to his lab.

The month passed quickly and the next time the witch doctor met the machine two men got out. The one he had dealt with before and another older individual with thinning white hair and some sort of round clear eye held by a lanyard that he would take down and put back from time to time. Soon the negotiations were in full swing. The arrangement was settled, and the entire group continued toward the village on foot. They moved slowly along the jungle floor, a pace that seemed to annoy the pygmy's if the two Nazi's had been able to understand the body language the pygmy men emitted. Sweating the two big Nazi's trekked deeper into the jungle.

Diana was becoming more and more restless; she understood more of the language of the locals now and had gotten on quite friendly with the women folk. She had become jealous of a number of the young ladies that she gossiped with. They had shown her their now enlarging baby bumps, and the stories of the men's virility had made her horney. A number of the ladies had told her of the men's bet that they could knock her up, and she giggled at the thought. She had let a number of them tit fuck her but their small members were quickly lost amongst her mammoth tit flesh. A couple had tried to stick her and she had let a couple try but their equipment just wasn't up to the task. Her teasing them had made some of them quite annoyed with her. All that said however it still didn't allow her to satisfy her basic instincts, and she felt frustrated with just masturbating. Diana needn't have worried, her desire was an integral part in the witch doctors plan. The chief had agreed to trade a thermos quantity of her milk every week for her breeding, and the studs were on their way.

The travelling party arrived with the two tall blonde travellers with much fanfare from the tribe. For the first time except for flash backs in her memory did Diana see two people of her own size. Everyone gathered around the two as the Chief said kind words about the two individuals and how they would help bring prosperity to the tribe, etc etc. Diana couldn't help look at the two men. The two also couldn't help but ogle the tall tanned and topless Amazon, her huge tits dominated the heads of the pygmies. They readily identified her as Wonder Woman from the tattered shorts and her power belt but that was all of her old persona she had. Her contented look indicated that she didn't recognize the two visitors for their true colours. Soon Diana went off to her duties with the children. The matron slipped up beside the witch doctor and told him that she had followed his directions. The herbs in her food contained large amounts of a substance very much like female sex hormones. The perfume prepared would re-arrange her monthly cycle and make her extremely fertile this night. The girls helping her with the babies indicated that it seemed to work very well on the lactating Amazon, he smiled.

That night the entire village was gathered for a feast in honour of the two visitors and a special fertility rite that coincided at this time. The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. Diana realized she would have to be careful not to drink too much, but without realizing it she allowed the matron to keep refilling her glass until she was quite as drunk as the rest of the women. She felt a tingling sensation in her breasts and between her legs. She noticed that her nipples were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy had produced an expanding wet spot on the stool she sat on. Embarrassed, she hoped no one saw it. The urge to reach down and lift her shorts and get her self off returned and became almost unbearable.

Soon the Chief was talking about the spirit of the gods and how on this night a special fertility right occurred. Diana hadn't noticed that the end of the table where she sat at was the one with all the young women who didn't have children yet. Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic tranquillity come over her. Soon the pygmy girls were rubbing each other and Diana in soothing pigmented oil. She joined in with the rest of the girls as they moved thither and yon petted each other and bathing each other in the special oil. Their hands roamed across her breasts never far from her nipples and playfully teased her moist cunt. She felt wonderful.

Soon Diana and all the girls were in a native dance the centre of a circle surrounded by men whose lustful eyes followed their body's motions. The women's bosom's swayed with their gyrations; Diana's dominating the proceedings. The wine had removed their inhibitions, the oils and caressing had brought them to a high state of arousal and their performance in front of the men had inflamed their lust. Diana danced for the two tall strangers, lust in her eyes. Both men couldn't contain their ragging hard ons. The wine had also had an effect on them. The witch doctor watched the proceeding with interest. With a booming of drums the chief stopped the dance, he then led each women dancer to a male counterpart that she had stopped in front off. The girls new this part and had stopped themselves in front of the man they wanted. As soon as they arrived the girl impaled herself on the man's organ amidst thunderous applause. The last to do this was Diana. She mounted the tall blonde pilot's thick cock to the applause of all the non-copulating couples that formed an outer ring. She was soon bouncing away on his cock her tits pounding at his chest as he pawed the huge udders. Soon the medicine men had her on her back with the Germans taking turns filing her with their manhood. "All you need is my sperm," continued the German in his native tongue. "Yes mumbled Diana" her conscious mind long lost in the lust of the moment, but her reptile brain knew what it wanted. She hardly needed to get into the best position. She then lifted her legs to the man's shoulders so that every stroke would slam his cock deep into her hot cunt. Diana's hips bucked and thrust in perfect time with the young German stud. Every entry was deeper than the one before. She began to orgasm almost as soon as he penetrated her and didn't stop until he unloaded a bucket of cum into her.

Not taking anything to chance the witch doctor kept her on her back with her legs up on a moss bed so none of the semen would run out until the German studs could get it up to do her again. Then they fucked her a second time. He kept her ass elevated and plugged her vagina with a wooden dildo to keep her full of the potent cum all night. The Matron kept working the dildo bringing her to one soft rolling orgasm after another to promote conception. There was no way she was leaving the nights activities without being knocked. A few months passed. Diana had a very noticeable bump in her belly and a glow on her face. The witch doctor was happy that the tribe would soon have another Amazon cow to help fulfill the prophecy.

Dr Von Lactose had been promoted to head a Reich Ministry. Adolf Hitler continued to use the special milk Heer Doctor proscribed for his coffee. It had fully invigorated him. Eva Braun his fiancée was pregnant. In fact half the girls in the Fuhrer bunkers telegraph section were pregnant with the Fuehrer seed. Aside from working the enigma machine and typing orders these good looking Aryan blondes had found that the Fuehrer had the biggest member on the entire staff and was extremely potent. After all how could a lowly soldier resist a Fuehrer order, the girls had giggled after the first one had gone in to his office for dictation and come out mommy to be.

Colonel Steve Trevor had nursed his damaged P51 Mustang back across the jungle with one wingman as a Sheppard, he had lost half his flight in his fight with the German jets. He could feel the rage boiling at failing the mission, but suppressed it as he had more pressing thing to do. He monitored the engine temperature gauges which hovered in the yellow warning arcs and fought the flight controls to keep the shot up aircraft level and on course, time to be pissed and get pissed later, he thought. He made it back to the base but totaled the Mustang in a less than stellar landing but at least he walked away from the wreck. Well I'll guess they're have to be a Wonder Woman 2 now, he commented looking at the scorched nose art of his Mustang, a portrait of Wonder Woman showing off here better attributes.

Military Intelligence already had a contingency plan to put in place. It was unfortunate that they couldn't have cut the head off the Nazi science snake now they would have to find his lab buried in the jungle. Soon Trevor was flying photoreconnaissance Mosquito two seat twin engine aircraft that had a high cruise speed and long range. This made them ideal for this mission of cruising central Africa. They continued to fly daily missions looking for the airfield-sized clearings the Germans could have landed their big Condor in. Bastards probably have it well camouflaged he thought as they began another racetrack turn. At least using Infrared Camera film might negate that work of art. Each clearing in the jungle was photographed and past to the imagery analysts back at base.

Sitting in the tent where the analysts worked were stacks of photographs each carefully marked to correspond to mission and a plot map that dominated one side of the tent. One set of photographs had a very distinctive reflective surface on it that blurred the image over the mud hut. It stood out oddly given the fact that it was a pigmy village by the size of the people in the image, the analyst thought. Probably just an axe head or some metal that the locals had traded for the airman thought. However, the image analyst dutifully passed the strip of photos to Colonel Trevor as per his standing instructions on anything out of the ordinary. The analyst hadn't bothered looking at the whole strip, once he made up his mind, he went on to other stacks of photos, he had so much imagery to review to just stay ahead of each mission he was happy to pass stacks to the nosy pilot. Talk about a needle in a haystack he mused to himself staring through his stereoscopic viewer.

Steve was impressed by the quality of the photos. The big lenses in the Mosquitoes belly allowed the cameras to zoom right in, he could even tell the difference between pygmy men and women. After all he was a boob man. He kept looking at the photo sequence from the glare spot. He couldn't believe it there at the top of a mud hut was the gleaming golden eagle of Wonder Woman's bustier. No it couldn't be he thought, he then examined the next series of photos and zoomed into the photo. Yes it was very distinctive, that was what was producing the glare. It started to make sense, Wonder Woman had disappeared for a month. Now why would she be in a pigmy village? He could explain the clothing it appeared all the village laundry was laid out on the village roofs, probably drying after cleaning. Now what action should he take, Wonder Woman only went where there was trouble, maybe this was the needle he was looking for. He figured he may as well go brief the Brigadier once he had a couple of options thought out.

Diana was an emotional wreck that was just not coming out of her malaise. It had started after the fertility dance. What a hot night, she still had fond memories of it, that night had gotten her pregnant. However, a month latter she had lost the baby and it still caused her pain. It had caused the witch doctor to rage and froth at the mouth at the matron. She had almost intervened; she knew she could pulverize the little twerp and his feather brained headdress. The matron had sensed her growing anger and had defused the situation by bringing her a child to suckle on her big breasts that always relaxed her. Her emotional pain had another effect, it had triggered a flood of memories, which pounded at her. Scenes of angry men in black uniforms crosses and skulls, unspeakable men. It finally occurred to her that the uniform insignia that so revolted her was the same markings the men wore on the uniform during the celebrations, she had fucked Nazis willingly! Once the initial horror of it passed and she stopped shaking in rage, she soon realized that she didn't belong here and began to plot her escape before some other Nazi bastard could be found for her. In the meantime she took relief in the daily nursing of the infants that tugged at her huge teats, constantly begging for her attention.

Dr Van Lactose wiped his brow of sweat, this African shit hole was very uncomfortable, but very useful. The Fuehrer was pleased with his newfound virility and stamina. It had done wonders for the war effort cleared his head, calmed his rages. The Dr was considering distilling the Wonder milk into a pill he even had a name for it, he would call it Ziagara. However, first he was here in this fetid jungle airstrip to further his research for the Fatherland. That stupid bitch Wonder Woman had lost her baby that the Chief Pilot and he had seeded in her and now the savages were threatening to stop further shipments of milk, if that happened their would be hell to pay, Her Himmler wasn't a forgiving man. Oh well he would send out a couple of good Aryan studs to redo the job, don't want restless natives interfering with his vital work or the Fuehrer supply.

The Dr had met a promising young botanist who had succeeded in rapidly mutating plants. She called herself Poison Ivy and was a rather fetching woman he thought. With his newfound power as a Reich director he had funded her research. She had rewarded him quite nicely. Together they had made significant advancements on a number of species. They had seeded a large quantity of the jungle near the base as a field trial. He was anticipating that they could then seed the Reich's enemies with these plants and disrupt their home economy. The real test was to force one of the pygmy tribes enemies through the seeded woods and see how effective the mutations were on a knowledgeable local tribe. So he would just have to start a tribal war, shouldn't be to hard given the territoriality of the local savages, Von Lactose thought. We'll just plant some evidence, he laughed at his own humor, have the local's find it thinks the pygmy's are expanding and we'll have ourselves a nice little war.

At the first of every month the village woman would travel from the village to the various clearings where the tubes grew. The farthest one was by dugout canoe down the river a couple of kilometers. Diana had been included in these activities, she had asked the matron to go, she still loved the taste of the fresh plant juice and had become mildly addicted to it. The matron had agreed because she was so much stronger and could easily do the heavy work in the clearing. They had repaired her bustier with large laces across the front and back so she could work without her massive jugs swinging around an interfering. They had tried to use native cloth but it wasn't strong enough to contain her bosom. The women also liked her to come along because she provided fresh milk during the work session. Without the children around she had to be milked at least once when out and the pygmy women took great delight in suckling from her. Diana fondly remembered the trips, a couple of the women sucking her tits, and the matron often working over her pleasure centre as she stood their on all fours with a large wooden dildo that she had carved. After each session she had often needed to dry out the bustier so it didn't rot in the jungle. She didn't bother with it in the village, as it was just too much of a bother when suckling the babies. So she dried it on the roof of the huts between trips along with the rest of the village clothing.

When Diana heard that the witch doctor was leaving with a war party for the white faces clearing she knew what that meant. The Nazis were coming back. She knew she would be fertile again soon, it all made sense; she was revolted at the thought of being forced to breed again. Luck would have it that the women were going to go downstream to work the far tuber patch but would be back before the war party. This was her chance, the witch doctor wouldn't know and she could steal a canoe once at the patch and escape. Normally only two warriors accompanied the woman for protection with their blow dart guns.

The little group of canoes pulled ashore at the foot of the trail to the tuber patch clearing, the native women piled out of the boats. The pigmy women began trudging up the trail with their tools leaving the two men and Diana to haul the heavy wooden boats up onto the shore. The warriors stayed because honor said they must not let woman do man's work without supervision. She brained both of them with a flick of her wrist, it was an innocent motion to pick up the canoe by its side but grasp the paddle instead. She dumped their unconscious bodies each in a canoe. She carefully placed a large palm frond over their faces to give the appearance of lazy dozing men, at a glance it would work, play to what the village women knew, and expected. She carefully removed their poison darts and kept the pouch they were in before throwing it in the river. Diana launched the largest canoe and began paddling it away from the trail and downstream. She had escaped and now needed to make some distance from the pygmy's village before the war party returned.

The witch doctor with the German troopers arrived early back at the village within minutes of the women's work detail. The women had fled back to the village upon discovering the missing Wonder Woman and unconscious warriors. The German Sergeant had quickly radioed back to the airbase once he had figured out what everyone was jumping around about especially old head feather. Fortunately Teutonic military efficiency had contingencies for everything. Soon a Fiesler Storch observation aircraft was buzzing low toward the river.

Colonel Steve Trevor had also watched the arrival of the German party at the village. He and a SAS team had parachuted into the jungle earlier in the week when one of the photo planes had spotted the Feisler Storch on the ground at this clearing. Obviously these locals were working for the Germans. Bastards he swore to himself where's Wonder Woman. There was no sign and this group was obviously preparing for some kind of raiding party. Well he could deal with these Nazis easily enough. He nodded to the SAS Sergeant, "call in the air strike, on the village before the Nazis fuck off." "Right sir, better safe than sorry. I' eyes always say so sir." "Starlight to Bloodhound, over." "Go ahead Starlight this is Bloodhound" the fighter-bombers leader responded. "Bloodhound, six actual confirms primary target for strike, definite platoon sized occupation force within village, destroy target over." "Bloodhound roger, inbound to the IP, time on target figures three over." "Roger that Bloodhound, Starlight force will meet the extraction plane at the RV out."

Diana recognized the snarl of the aircraft engine and madly paddled to the shore. She jumped out grabbed the canoe and quickly flung it under the foliage. She had landed beside another track into the jungle. With the plane following up the river she decided she'd haul the canoe farther up and then head along the track. She set off along the path moving quickly but cautiously into the unexplored.

Half an hour down the track, she stopped short in a clearing a powerful pressure was building in her chest. "Aaarrggghh!" she cried. S..so.m.much.p.PRESSURE..can't..." Desperately, Diana dug her fingers into the strangling cloth and ripped open her bustier again. Her humungous breasts jumped out of their constraints. The orbs were drum tight with taunt nipples that throbbed angrily. Diana had forgotten that she hadn't been milked for a while in all the excitement to get away, her regular routine had been disrupted. Her gigantic milk sacks were as firm as drum skins. Gingerly, she squeezed one of her giant breasts. An eight-foot jet of milk shot from her nipple. The whole forest seemed to go insane around Diana. It was as if the scent of mammary milk had triggered a response. Wormy shoots and tentacles with gaping suckers on their tips writhed insanely, hurling toward her. At first, she fought them off, but the pressure inside her inflated breasts had a debilitating effect on her defences. As she fought off tens of the tentacles, one snuck around from behind and clamped onto her left nipple. Before she could pull it off, it sucked powerfully.

"Ggghhhaaaa!" she sobbed, trying to tear off the leach- like attacker with both hands. But trying to pull it off caused her tender nipple to flare in pain. Within a few seconds, Diana's fierce struggle tapered off. Her arms slumped to her side in defeat. She didn't even resist when a second sucker latched onto her right tit. The sound of greedy slurping filled the night as the tormented super heroine sank to her knees. "Oh, yes," she whimpered. "Yes, yes!" As the intense sucking drained her breasts, the horrible burning pressure began to subside. "Ahhhh!" she sighed, as mammary relief soothed her. Listlessly, she reached a hand back to swat away the dozen or so thick

Creepers that intruded under the remnants of her star spangled shorts. But she wasn't in an ideal position to defend her. On all fours, hypnotized by the powerful sucking on her teats, it was hard to concentrate on defending her virtue. Her whole attention was on the pleasure in her nipples. Every muscle in her body was relaxing.

A wormstalk, rigid as a steel tube and the thickness of a thumb and coated with slippery nectar poked her naked bottom. She squirmed, trying to move away, but the suckers on her nipples clamped her torso to the ground. Slowly, powerfully, the stiff, greasy worm- like tube tried to insert itself into her cunt. In a desperate measure she tried once more and managed to grab its stalk just as a large bulbous lump was moving up the shaft. With a mighty effort she crushed the worm tube, her hand being coated in viscous goo as the bulge squirted from the broken shaft. Desperate to relieve her breasts, Diana felt her whole body feel warm and soft and good. The sucking on her breasts was relaxing her, making her drowsy. The leach stalks were still draining her, and she felt very, very peaceful. Bravely, the beleaguered super heroine pulled herself up to her hands and knees and tried to remember that she needed to put more distance between herself and her pursuers. Her breasts had been sucked dry. They no longer hurt. She fought back tears. She looked like a cow, she cried. "Must get away from these plants before I regenerate, they'll ruin my Breasts!"

Diana ran for the trail holding her flopping breast to her chests with her arms the remains of her bustier hanging down below her waist. She stood at the edge of another clearing that looked like it was covered in dwarf sunflower plants with large thick leaf plants. On each side mangrove type swamps ringed the clearing, she could see the crocks eyes watching her from the distance, well once more she would have to cross this clearing. The buzz of a plane echoed in the distance, she could hear a series of dull booms muffled by the jungle. The clearing was obviously planted by man with its ordered rows, the plants smelled enticing and she found herself, feeling more calm. Without thinking she stopped and examined a plant more closely the aroma was enticing. When she touched the plant head, it sprayed a cloud of powder into her face. She wiped it away but found herself slowly sinking down onto her knees. She felt drowsy, it couldn't be, but her brain thought it smelled like chloroform. Diana sat on her knees her head slowly wavering in small circles. One hand reached out and grabbed the vine stock for support. Her big tits were almost touching the ground, they had gradually begun to resume their expanded size since her previous encounter.

Diana didn't notice the large seed pod open until its leathery leaves, snapped around her head and more powder was blown directly into her face. She began to feel quite calm. Her body was beginning to react to the other ingredients in the powder. For some reason she was starting to feel aroused. A large bulbous headed vine began to snake forward towards her inviting sex as she stood on all fours her ass in the air. The smaller tendrils of the vine began to wrap around her legs and soon the thick stamen began to work its way upward to the dripping opening above. Unknown to Diana the whole process was being watched, if not understood.

A large male Gorilla had caught her female sent from her previous encounter with Poison Ivy's plants and had cautiously closed the distance. Its male instincts told it that there was a female in heat ahead. The gorilla advanced with purpose its large cock swelling with expectation to mate. The Gorilla had been so far unsuccessful in mating and was anxious to spread its seed. Before it was a mange bitch but one that appeared submissive and willing. The bulbous creeper vine was about to penetrate Diana when the big paw of the Gorilla ripped it away from his intended conquest. The big Gorilla could clearly smell Diana's dripping cunt juice and his desire to mate would brook no obstacle. He rammed his huge tool at her moist rear end, he missed with his first couple of attempts at finding her hole. Soon however, he succeeded and his cock parted her vagina lips. Dian tried to scream at the invasion but another stock appeared from the centre of the flower and inserted itself into her open mouth and began pumping more tuber juice into her. The aphrodisiac syrup it poured down her throat made it easier for the big ape to mount her. Diana just stood their head engulfed in a pod plant her ass covered by the hairy mass of the ape as he thrust in and out with his massive rod.

The ape's rod inched its way up her love canal with each stroke, her body was surrendering to the effects of the plant making each thrust easier. The ape was reaching the point where he would soon explode his seed into the hairless bitch. The big gorilla howled in pain as the 18" stainless steel blade sank to its hilt. It plunged between his ribs and into the beast's heart. Stunned by the assault it recoiled back away from Diana, pulling out its massive well-lubricated tool, just in time to expend its seaman over her back in an arcing fountain of jizz. Trying to turn and fight its assailant the Gorilla took a second lighting blow by the big serrated blade to the lungs. The bull Gorillas raging bellows became a frothy burst of blood bubbles. The powerful assailant sliced the jugular of the beast as it clumsily tried to flail its huge arms at the lethal attacker. The ground thumped when the carcass fell, the assailant wiped his blade on the matted black skin as it moved pass propelled by gravity, its dick still proudly erect.

Diana in her dream state felt the cock pull out, but soon she was penetrated again and began moving to the new motion. The cock pushed deeper into her well-lubricated cunt. Tarzan had also followed the unmistakable scent of a bitch in heat. He had killed his rival and now claimed the spoils. His big balls slapped together as he pounded the Amazon, her huge tits bouncing back and forth with his rhythm. His stiff prick vented his baby juice into her unprotected womb, and he howled his triumph. With the deft skill of an expert woodsman he quickly carved the Amazon free from the plant bulb, and pulled the stock from her lips. Wrapping his bandana around his nose he picked up the Amazon placed her on his shoulder in a fireman's carry and walked to the edge of the clearing. The plant heads popped their white powder whenever he touched one. It didn't bother him his face was protected, but Diana's facing bouncing along his back was soon covered in the drug inducing powder. Reaching the far side jungle edge he began to trot effortlessly through the jungle following animal trails and not the obviously man-made trails hacked through the jungle.

Tarzan splashed water over Diana's face and she awoke with a start. Looking up she was starring into warm steel grey eyes. They weren't threatening and she expanded her gaze. He was a magnificent man, his blond hair was medium length, and nicely offset his chiselled features. He was hugely muscled and she marvelled at his small waist. He had a huge sheath knife on a waist belt that also suspended his loincloth. Her eyes widened as she gazed upon his huge penis that was obviously unsheathed as it projected proudly from the side of his loincloth. It was the biggest cock Diana had ever seen on a man. Diana realised he was standing over her, she lay on her back, at his feet, she continued to focus on his member. The plants aphrodisiac continued to pump through her body and she found her eyes visual trigger, stimulated the rest of her body. Soon her nipples were hardening betraying her desire. Tarzan's keen jungle sense, fully tuned to his environment sensed the bitch's willingness to mate again. He leaned forward and she spread her legs wide to expose her sex to him. Diana reached up and guided the monster into her waiting sex, it was already moistening by the time the tip hit her lips. She rocked with his animal motion and he plunged deeply into her. Soon she had wrapped her long Amazon legs around him desperate to get every inch inside her. He came quickly pushing his baby juice deep into her again. At the primal level Diana wanted a child, especially since her recent loss and her body reacted to this base desire. Pulling his rod out Tarzan stood up, his cock beginning to go slack. Diana sat up and on her knees crawled over to him. She took his tool in her hand and then began to clean it with her lips. Soon she was sucking on it with unrestrained passion. Tarzan had never had a blowjob before and just stood their looking at the big titted bitch suck on his cock. The sensation was mind blowing and he soon had a raging hard on. Diana her mission accomplished sat back and spread her wet cunt before him. Needing no further stimulation the ape-man was soon thrusting into her sex. Having discovered her massive teats the ape-man was soon chewing and sucking on the hard nipples. The effect quickly driving Diana to orgasm as he pounded her. Soon Tarzan was awash in mam milk as her breast fountained each time he pounded her cunt. He exploded his load into her and they both lay beside each other for a while.

Like a pair of newly weds Tarzan and the Amazon couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. The ape-man had never had an encounter like this before. Diana was equally inexperienced she had often been fucked before but never in this slow gradual exploration of another's body or of someone exploring hers. Aside from other bodily needs, which they did for the most part together they devoted the majority of their time to each other. Diana loved the feel of the Ape mans broad shoulders as they bore down on her breasts; she loved the feel of his stiff cock inside her. The aphrodisiac of the plant had long since worn off but the two had developed a natural body chemistry, which seemed to involve fucking like rabbits. Diana loved to hang her tits over his face and let him drain her of milk, and then she would ride him, he supporting her bouncing breasts as she drove herself like a pile driver onto his manhood.

He manoeuvred her back now, she could not resist. He caressed and fondled her huge melons again now, and she moaned. He sucked her nipples some more now and worked his way down to her cunt, where he licked the outside of her pussy lips. She moaned and breathed heavily now and he came up and stripped off his loincloth. He spread her legs wide and positioned his hard penis at the warm, soft entry to her twat. He pulled he legs over his shoulders and began to pin them forward, thrusting his dick deep into her. She yelled loudly again. He moved around in a circular motion trying to loosen up her tight vagina. He grabbed her big tits and squeezed and he began to pump his Garth in and out of her. She squealed loudly now.

"Oohh, noo, oohh , uuuuhh, mmmmmpphf , she mumbled He pounded harder. Oh, Oh, Oh, No, Oh, Oh, Oh,. Oh, nnnnoooooooohhhh.. she finally yelped. He jammed a final thrust as another stream of his seed shot deep into her. He lay there on top of her, sweaty. They both breathed heavily. He finally rose up and pulled out. He walked over and kneeled down next to her head, putting his now soft penis to her lips. He had enjoyed her first blowjob and wanted another.

Tarzan was doing his rounds of the jungle near their tree house, it had only been three days since he had conquered a mate but his thoughts filled with the Amazon. That said there was nothing wrong with his instincts. He reacted to the tiny sounds the forest stirrings that weren't quite normal, he froze in place and became part of the jungle background. Before him a pygmy warrior moved with almost equal skill through the canopy. Soon he could see the main war party, by their course he knew they had been following the Amazon, for he wasn't that far from where he had met the Gorilla. He could see the party was led by the village witch doctor, an unstable man he didn't trust. They were way out of their territory. He would send them a warning. He unsung his long compound bow and with a rippling of massive muscles along his arms and back notched the arrow and drew it back in a fluid silent motion. The arrow thudded into a tree just inches from the witch doctors face, where his face would have been had he taken another step. The noise of the arrows passage to these stealthy hunters was deafening and they all dropped into cover to blend in with the jungle. The arrow hadn't been sent to kill otherwise its victim would have been stapled to the tree. The party looked to the witch doctor for guidance, they all new who the arrow belonged to, none of them relished fighting the ape-man. His bow outranged their blow darts significantly, and he was said to be immune to many darts, they had seen the dead Gorilla already and weren't keen on furthering the quest. Tarzan however had missed one of the party, the lead tracker had been much further ahead and he had continued his journey following the woman's scent trail.

The tracker surveyed the tree house, he knew by reputation that lived there. However, he could detect no sign of the ape-man yet he could see signs of the Amazon. He could se her bustier hanging on a railing at the first level. With thoughts of the honour his house would get if he brought in the Amazon he scaled the branches to get closer. He could see the Amazon on the level; he couldn't mistake her by the massive pair of tits jutting out. He creeped closer to get within blow dart range. Diana's sixth sense had warned her of impending danger and she scanned the surrounding jungle. She saw the flick of the blowgun as it was raised to fire its deadly dart. With ease she deflected the dart using her Amazon bracelets and charged the intruder. The stalker had enough presence of mind to try and fire another dart but again she easily deflected the dart. There was a difference in ambushing an Amazon and in fighting one face to face. The unfortunate pygmy however, would never learn from his mistake. She had jumped off the lower platform and dove through the branches to where he crouched her balled fists knocking him clean out of the tree. He landed in a clump and she in a fighting stance beside him. Diana savagely grabbed him and broke his neck like a twig; she suffered no more remorse than putting a lame horse down. With her breathing restored she knew she needed to leave this place. Where the pygmy's were the Nazis were soon to follow and she needed to get back to the real world, she had begun to remember. Diana gathered a few things and set off in the direction of the Nazi airport. One night while she and Tarzan had cuddled in the treetops looking at the stars she had seen an aircraft rise from the forest canopy. She now knew that this was the Nazi base. She would go their steal an aircraft and return to Paradise Island.

Diana moved slowly toward the airfield. It was well camouflaged with netting down the length of the runway except at the very end giving the impression of a much smaller clearing. On each side of the runway were areas tucked away to conceal aircraft. There were two Messerschmitt 262 jet fighters parked on either side of the runway. One was a two seat aircraft with radar antennas on its nose. The observation plane she had seen was missing probably still out looking for her. Their didn't seem to be to many guards around they must have stripped the place to form search parties. Peeking low around a building Diana saw a bored looking guard reading a magazine beside a machine gun nest, a cradled MG42 with belt beside him. She would have to get rid of him before she could make it to a jet. Diana leopard crawled on her belly through the grass below the rim of the sandbags. She could hear the odd grunt from the guard as he rocked in his chair reading. She jumped up and stood before him. The guard with no one around had been reading a porn magazine and jerking off. His meaty cock stood straight out as he eyed Diana's big tits inches away. His jaw was still open as she decked him, sending him off into never land. He had been reading 'big titted Amazon babes,' she looked down in amusement, well I guess you finally met one she laughed.

Diana using the shadows crept round the few buildings on the base. She had heard sounds from one building, an air conditioning plant, and then people. Diana crept along the shadows and then carefully from the shadows peeked inside the building. Their she spied one of the Germans, he seemed familiar but couldn't place him. He had his trousers down and was putting the blocks to a good looking younger woman sprawled out on a lab table. Her lab coat was open her shirt unbuttoned revealing nice sized tits fully aroused and bouncing with his motion. She continued to be a voyeur for a little period as the man rammed his cock into the woman, her moans and screams could be heard over the thrum of the air conditioner. It made her miss the ape-man, she eventually put the thought away but not before she felt a pang of regret flow through her body. There was something familiar about the man she couldn't place as she stared at his cock. Shaking herself she moved on quietly.

Diana made it safely to the Messerschmitt 262. She inspected the jet to ensure it had full fuel tanks and maps showing where they were. Luckily the jet was an alert aircraft and had been topped up with everything, fuel and ammo. She thought the pilot was probably out flying the observation aircraft. Slowly going over the aircraft controls she figured out the engine controls, how to start the auxiliary APU. A claxon began to ring and Diana jumped down and hid behind some sandbags in the shadows at the rear of the bay. The alert pilot came belting out of a building in his flying gear. A ground crewman came trotting over. He quickly started up the APU and began to spool power to the jet engines. The pilot waved to him and he gave the pilot thumbs up. The flyboy then turned his back and climbed up the wing onto the jet. Diana thought, we'll just let these boys set this thing up for me than I'll borrow it, much easier. She crept up behind the crewman and chopped him in the solar plexus he went down and she dragged him behind the APU. She jumped up onto the wing between the engine and the fuselage; the pilot saw her and turned to face her, his reactions a bit slower. He couldn't believe a naked Amazon with huge tits was attacking him. He went for his pistol. Diana calmly kicked him in the gut sending him sprawling off the aircraft. She hopped down, pulled the chocks away from the jets wheels, gave the pilot another powerful kick to get him out of the way and keep him down. Hopping backup she got into the aircraft and pulled the canopy closed.

Advancing the throttle she taxied the German jet onto the runway. The ground crew at the far end had already pulled the camouflage net away for the alert jets takeoff. With everything in the green she advanced the throttles heard the familiar whistle and the German twinjet whooshed down the runway picking up speed quickly. Diana eased the stick back and the jet was airborne, she reached down and toggled the gear retract switch and was rewarded with three green lights. It was time to leave this forsaken place she thought. She set course for Paradise Island, glad she had selected the bird with long-range tanks and drop tanks.

Diana landed to a heroines welcome at Paradise Island her mother was very glad to see her return from the man's world with the latest in aviation technology. They would incorporate stealth technology into the aircraft and use this as her new invisible plane. Diana figured she would spend some time relaxing at home while the new invisible plane was readied. She found she was constantly dreaming of the time she had spent with the ape-man. She also found that her dreams were again becoming filled with the thought of bearing his child. With that thought she would become very horney and she found herself spending a lot of time with her legs open and her hand in her pussy. She just wanted to get off whenever she had these thoughts. How glorious it would be, she fantasized, to see her own belly swell, her own big boobs grow larger still as she made a baby. She found herself wanting a baby to be suckling from her big boobs again instead of having to be milked like a cow to keep from spraying milk all over by her Amazon sisters.

The fascination with pregnancy continued to be part of her dreams. These dreams always started with the ape-man and ended with her cute smooth tummy expending and growing larger. She awoke from these dreams about pregnancy hornier than ever. She wanted to be pregnant but knew if she became pregnant, how she could possibly continue in her efforts to fight the Nazis. Diana also knew her mother had been pregnant a number of her times with her and her sisters so why couldn't she become pregnant. Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder Woman couldn't ignore the signs her body was telling her. She marvelled at how large her breasts had grown in Africa and how they looked, her nipples were always standing straight out. The fact of the matter was she really enjoyed being milked by her sisters. Her belly button was being slowly forced outward. Her new shorts seemed to be cradling a growing belly bulge. The bulge pulled the band of her shorts higher, stretching the fabric and giving her a very clear camel toe ripple. She found wearing the shorts just made her want to finger fuck herself till she came. Diana soon found herself avoiding wearing her Wonder Woman costume, the lycra irritated her nipples and the shorts just made her want to masturbate. One morning she found herself ill. That morning her mother the Queen of the Amazons came to her Diana, "I know your with child Diana", she said. You must stay here on Paradise Island and have the child. She broke down and cried the happy tears of a pregnant mother, hugged by her mother, and her sisters.

Wonder Woman's African Adventure part 1