The Black Widow was finding it harder and harder to think, and now so ingrained were her feelings of worthlessness, she could not even begin to consider what may be appropriate for her new situation. "Oh Doctor", she whimpered, "I don't know. My opinions are worthless. I'm worthless. Just throw me out in the gutter where I belong..."
"Miss Romanoff", he chided her, shaking his head in disappointment. "You're not worthless. There are lots of people who will find you even more desirable in your current condition. You just need a little training on how to make the most of your current capabilities. A really good start will be getting you an appropriate costume for this new situation.
"Can you give me something that means I can at least start to protect myself?" said the wildly optimistic former Heroine "Or at least pretend that I can?"
"I really don't think so I'm afraid", the Doctor shook his head, crushing her fragile hopes in an instant. "One look at you and I'm afraid it's quite apparent you're no longer a threat to anyone. What we'll do is give you a costume that reminds people of who you used to be, and hope people treat you accordingly. I'm sure you've not got anyone who has a grudge against you have you? Anyone who might take advantage of you in your weakened state?"
The Black Widow was speechless in terror, imaging for a moment all her many despicable adversaries and what obscene things they would want to make her do - things she was now entirely incapable of preventing happening. Predictably, her minimised courage failed her once again, and a moment later she had passed out in a noisy, excruciating, and shuddering climax. When she came to, she was again seated on the examining table, and the Doctor was starting to demonstrate what she would now be wearing. He started at the bottom and worked up.
"Now Miss Romanoff", he started with a smile; "We can't have you tottering around barefoot can we?" A moment later he was strapping a pair of black stilletto heels onto her, similar to what she had previously wore, but with the heels lengthened and narrowed, she would now be unstable even if she were not already so helplessly top-heavy. Crucially they were also three sizes too small, and came complete with a series of upturned drawing pins embedding themselves into the soles of her feet and her toes. Knowing with certainty that the Doctor would only do what was best for her, the Black Canary only whimpered in pain rather than making any objection. Meanwhile the Doctor smiled anew at the knowledge that her numbed fingers were totally unable to unfasten the solid clasp - and that each hour the pins would randomly adjust their direction slightly.
Next came a black puffball skirt, cleverly rouched so as to collect around her waist and particularly her behind. "I do try to be thoughtful Miss Romanoff. Most spiders, and the Black Widow included tend to have a big behind, so this seems a nice way or reflecting that." The former heroine was again delighted at the wisdom and thoughtfulness of her 'benefactor' overlooking that this too seemed far too tight across her taut tummy and left her struggling to breathe. Again, undoing the fastener would be far beyond her. The Warden continued his explanation; "Perhaps you'd prefer it if it was a little longer but I really don't think that would be fair do you? (The Black Widow nodded agreeably but in complete uncomprehension) "If you're going to relying on other people to regularly change your diaper, it's only considerate that you provide as easy access as possible - having this out of the way around your waist might mean that everyone can see your dirty diaper (she blushed yet again), but let's face it, you're messing yourself so regularly and loudly there's no hiding what you're needing to wear." He leaned in conspiratorially "And to be honest Miss, they'll get a whiff of you from 3 miles away!" The Black Widow was struck with new depths of despair, not now for her situation, but her desperate desire to make him view her as an object of sexual attraction.
The Doctor paused for a moment before her giant breasts; "I'm afraid we can't really cover these for you. Just as you're now reliant on strangers to attend to your personal hygiene, I'm afraid that pretty soon you'll be needing to be milked regularly as well, and you clearly don't have the tactile strength to do that yourself. See!" He grabbed each nipple between finger and thumb, sending a jet of milk across the room. "That actually takes a little bit of effort..."
He took a moment, easily noticing that this further moment of base treatment had sent her into another cycle of fiery degradation and unwilling orgasm. While she shuddered helplessly before him, he pulled out a couple of lengths of black ribbon, looping them both behind her back to cross in her huge cleavage, and there tying them in a huge bow. "There you go! Hopefully a few people may overlook your general pong for a chance of having a play on those. But I'm afraid we need to make it even clearer to people that you're not the threat that you once were. You need to advertise I'm afraid."
Her eyes widened as he dangled a pair of black handcuffs before her eyes, but still she knew she had absolutely no reason to question his actions as he calmly secured her wrists together. "Let's be honest, your hands and arms are completely useless now anyway. This way, everyone you come across will be encouraged by that anyway, and know full well that you're not going to do anything to hurt them. That way they know they can play with you unhindered, which is basically what you need - you're reliant on other people now for everything; you'll be in real trouble if you can't get people to regularly play with your tits and at least empty your diaper. This is a top quality lock that even the best locksmith couldn't break; made of reinforced titanium that even Superman would struggle to bend. I'll keep the key here with me for safekeeping."
He paused for a minute; "While I think, I've got a couple more here..." Again, the Black Widow only smiled servilely as he clasped similarly unbreakable cuffs around her elbows and upper arms, forcing her shoulders back and her mighty breasts even further forward.
"Just a couple of final touches I think - some Spiders have antennae - so let's make sure that you're properly inkeeping" A pair of comedy deeley-boppers, each in the form of a cartoon spider waving it's legs around were produced. "I could put these on a headband, but they may not last too long. But if we finish your overall look with this nice tight choke collar - it'll be a constant reminder to you that you're not in charge anymore - AND we can can fasten these things to them."
"Oh Doctor!" Once again the Black Widow was completely overcome with gratitude. "You're so clever. Thank you! This way is perfect. No everyone will know what I used to be, and hopefully be eager to give me another lesson in pain and humiliation. That way I might get my diaper changed!"
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