Still virtually insensible, the Black Widow's glazed eyes peered uncertainly as the Doctor waved a large white blurred shape in front of eyes, as she struggled to bring them in to focus. With horror she realised what it was - a diaper!
"Now Miss Romanoff", he said slowly, allowing her moment of shameful realisation a moment more to linger; "Clearly we need to give you some support. Look at the mess that you've made of my surgery! Let's tuck you up shall we..." A moment later he had secured it around her, and again scooped her up to sit her on his knee and reinforce her dependence upon him.
"Now we need to have a chat what we do with you next..." he smiled, freely fondling her lactating orbs as he did so. "What do you reckon Miss Romanoff, what do you think you do next?"
"I don't, I don't know Doctor", she said, trying and failing to make sense of her situation. "I - I am a Superheroine, I'm sure I'll recover my abilities and my (she blushed ever deeper) my continence in time."
"I'm afraid that I don't think that you will my dear", he said condescendingly. "I know that you not being not so bright any more is one of those things that has changed for you, but I've tried to go through this before. I'm afraid that it's quite apparent that the changes that you've undertaken appear quite permanent. Maybe at some point you will be able to use the bathroom again at least sometimes, but I can't imagine that with this weakness down there that you won't always have a number of accidents; and as for you ever be able to be the slightest threat to anyone again..."
The Black Widow would never disagree with her wonderful Doctor, but this was not an image of the future that she couldn't react to; "B-but Doctor!" she whimpered; "I've got to get better! I'm so weak and feeble - I can't even clean or change myself!" In her terror her bladder released once again, and she squished uncomfortably on his lap.
The Doctor felt it, but thought it would be helpful for her to sit in her own piss for a while, helping to reinforce the next point that he was going to make. "I'm aware of that Miss Romanoff, and it's going to be very hard for you to get used to your new situation. Ultimately you are going to need pretty much full-time care to attend to your personal, um, needs. The question is, how can we make this happen? Who's going to look after you?"
"I-I, I'm an Agent of Shield", she started uncertainly; "Can't..."
"I have more bad news for you there I'm afraid;" he put on his most serious face. "Don't forget this consultation started off as a medical examination to see if you were fit to resume your duties. You know full well you need A1 fitness - and clearly that isn't the case. I'm afraid that there's simply no way that you can you stay here"
The Black Widow knew the situation was hopeless, but somehow she had to convince him, somehow she had to pretend that she was still a threat to dark forces... He could have stopped her easily, but he let her slide off his knee and on to very wobbly legs; struggling to hold aloft her increased and imbalanced weight. She tried to straighten her spine, to look slightly less pathetic, an impossible task while wearing only a swollen diaper, and her engorged breasts swinging freely in front of her. "I AM a Superheroine Doctor - I'll find a way out of this, you'll see, I..."
It was all too much for her, now standing and trying to look authoritative was clearly way beyond her; she interrupted herself with a horrifically sudden and painful bowel movement that felt as if she had swallowed molten lava. It's passing ripped away any vestige of self-control, she orgasmed on the spot, collapsed on her padded ass, and squished her most recently produced horror all over herself.
"Oh, Miss Romanoff, what are we to do with you?", he smiled "I've only just changed you and you've already messed yourself again. Don't you see that there's simply no way that you can look after yourself? What do you want me to do now?"
She couldn't speak, recovering from her last shattering climax, but the Doctor gave her time to recover, wallowing in her own poop. Eventually came a meek voice of utter defeat. "P-please Doctor, will you change me again?"
"In a moment my dear", he smiled, but first we need to decide what to change you into! If you're a Superheroine, we need to give you more of a costume than just a regularly dirty diaper. Your old costume (safely locked away) just won't fit you any more, not with your big leaking bosoms and your giant diaper. Now, what can we set you up with?"
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