Wonder Woman's eldritch scheme reverberated around every nook of the Hall of Justice. Normally the stricken Maiden of might could have expected support to rush to her aid, but with all the male heroes disappeared, and so many of her colleagues already incapacitated, her only available backup was her younger, weaker sister.
She woke with a start, sitting bolt upright, her engorged mammaries popping straight out of her grotesquely insufficient nightgown. The beautiful co-ed was doubly disturbed at the situation she woke up to. Hearing the big sister you have idolized all your life screaming in abject defeat is not the way you'd choose to start your day; especially when your shrunken and dazed mind recalls that you're all her sole backup. Despite herself, Wonder Girl couldn't help but consider that whatever made Wonder Woman scream like that was not an adversary she relished taking on. What on earth was happening to her?
But Wonder Girl's short term future was far from her only concern - her present situation was deeply distressing. She completely overlooked the swollen udders that had replaced her once-perfect perky breasts, her magical conditioning complete. But she couldn't overlook what she found lower down; her sheets were sodden - and soiled! She had messed herself in her sleep - and catastrophically so!
Her enfeebled mind struggled inadequately with the need to lend her sister what was clearly extremely urgent assistance, and needing to clean up at least some of her disgrace before she could at least consider transforming into her illustrious costume and launching herself into action. Her frantic fumblings eventually found a full packet of wet wipes, but it was nearly empty before she felt able to toss away the soiled remains of her costume and, nude, stagger uncertainly to her feet - now she could magically spin into her costume and save her squealing sister.
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