Blearily Wonder Woman came to in a fug of confusion, frantically struggling to marshall her senses to thump down the cacophonous alarm. Why was she so groggy? Normally her superior Amazon physique meant she could go days without rest without the slightest ill-effect. But now she felt completely exhausted - exactly the opposite of how she should have felt after a night's rest.
Had she not slept? Her addled mind was full of snatched memories of lurid dreams, each one of them of humiliating defeats and brutal rapes. Normally when she slept, her mind was clear and dreamless, only occasionally drifting to her multiple successes and victories. But now she could recall countless half-memories that she could never imagine experiencing in real life. So many men! Each of them completely overpowering and dominating her; humiliating and abusing her in so many different ways?
Was this just dark fantasies? No man could ever expect anything other than abject defeat and a decidedly unpromising short-term future if they were to attempt to force their will on the heroic Amazon warrior. Why had her subconscious mind launched herself down this path - and with such vigour? Was it just forbidden fruit? But why did these terrible nightmares feel so - so good!? She was the virtuous amazon princess...
Feebly and fruitlessly she shook her head trying and failing to clear it. Instead her excuse for a mind rang uselessly, completely unable to focus her thoughts. Why were her sheets so damp? The room felt freezing, how had she been sweating? Her reprogrammed mind never thought of the unthinkable, that she may have wet herself, but a whiff from her nostrils should have told her the truth.
And what was she wearing? Normally her nightwear was demure and fully appropriate with a heroine of her standing. But instead she wore what appeared a pornographic parody of her famous costume, a colourful and highly abbreviated teddy that started somewhere in the vague vicinity of her nipples, and descending no further than her waist
The most important thing that she failed to notice were the changes to her luscious body. Always curvacious, it had always been previously been balanced out by her impressive muscles, overall physical prowess, and generally commanding presence. But now things had very much changed and 'commanding' would be one of the last adjectives that would be used to describe her. The muscle tone had disappeared form her once firm limbs and torso, now betraying a soft apparent vulnerability. Her authoritative face now looked little more than dazed and compliant. Her pussy was engorged and sensitized, rendering her easily distracted to any physical contact. Her delectable ass looked pretty much unchanged, but all too soon she would find out that it would be the quickest way to betray her now diminished resistance and self-control.
But the biggest change was to her chest. Suddenly she was equipped with two medicine balls strapped to her chest; restricting her movement and rendering almost the tiniest adjustment of position an erotic minefield of overpowering sensations.
No longer was Wonder Woman a powerful Superheroine to be feared. Now she would need her magical items at their full capacity just to give her the slightest chance of protecting her very virtue.
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