Somehow the former maiden of might managed to sit up, her chest and head competing with each other to see which could spin the craziest. What on earth was wrong with her? Why couldn't she focus her thoughts? The effort cost her dear, sitting there with her thumping head in her hands, her stomach twisted violently and emitted a stench that simply couldn't be believed. What had she eaten? She must get to the bathroom immediately. She slid gracelessly over the fetid sheets, for the first time in her life very worried about what she might leave behind as she did so. As she levered herself upright, she farted noisily. Where was her precious dignity and control?
Frantically she scuttled as fast as she was now able, hindered grotesquely by her comically top-heavy frame. She should have been focussing on what had brought her to this pass - was she being waylaid as had her Superheroine sisters before her? But instead she panicked, clumsily misjudging her new width and painfully splatting her mighty right breast against the door frame. She 'Oohed' in dismay, and the unwelcome distraction slowed her down when she most needed her speed and focus. A further catastrophic gurgle from deep within her, and she felt something vile and liquid running down the back of her bare legs. She was supposed to be a Superheroine!
She managed to make the bathroom, but not without similarly crushing her swollen left bosom against a bathroom door that hesitated to open for a crucial moment. There was no time to assess her desperate situation; instead drop her once perfect posterior on the porcelain, not needing to open the gates of hell, as her portal of poop had resigned its closure opportunities. As what felt like a month's worth of rotten food poured out of her completely unhindered, she could only whimper in dismay.
Finally, it was over, feeling beyond queasy and she tried to hug herself to give herself a crumb of support, but finding that somehow her giant boobs were in the way. Somehow their sheer size and sensitivity was lost to her, but only felt overwhelming shame that in this most torrid of situations she could feel her nipple stiffening, her pussy heating up; - what!
Frantically she stumbled again to her feet. For any number of reasons she needed a shower, and preferably a cold one. If she could clean herself up, she could spin into her fabled costume (the very thought of the Amazon Princess with vile poop leaking out of her tight shorts), and she maintained complete confidence that he strength her girdle gave her would restore her to her normal self; she could even order her own body with her lasso to specifically lock shut all unwelcome portals. But first she needed to clean herself...
She stumbled into the unfamiliarly small shower cubicle, now too slow to raise her hands to lessen her impact with the tiles on the far wall. The beefy wet splat of her tits rather than her chin at least prevented her from knocking herself clean out. Blearily she hit the controls and eagerly awaited the cleansing and refreshment she desperately needed.
But he opponent had manipulated he environment as thoroughly as he was manipulating her body. As she tilted her head back to receive life-giving water, instead the colourless liquid that was now battering her skin and pouring down her eager throat was a thick concentration of bovine growth hormones.
If only she knew! The Princess of Power was drinking and dousing herself with something that would render her unable to resume her heroic duties even were she to escape magical control. The hormones were changing her body at a molecular level, meaning that were she to attempt to use her magical artefacts they would fail to respond to her as they were coded to a specific dna, a dna that could never be retrieved.
And the changes that were taking place, that poor Diana could not realise until far too late were meaning that her now powerless form was suited only to humiliating and failing her rather than assisting her. She would keep her beautiful face and slender fame, but what remained of her once formidable muscles were transforming themselves, rendering her as feeble as as an infant, just about able to herself upright, but far more comfortable on all fours where a true cow would belong. Her bladder and bowel muscles were especially ravaged, leaving her with little warning and less ability to prevent disgrace.
Blood flow was diverted away from areas like her fingers and brain, leaving he permanently clumsy and unable to gasp a tool or weapon - or focus on what was happening to her. She started to drool, murmuring and whimpering subconsciously how good the 'water' felt against her bare flesh. And she was mightily distracted, clumsy fingers ceasing from tying to clean herself and instead diving deep into her dripping pussy.
He tits expanded visibly, her body now solely focussed on he new primary focus of swelling them exponentially, and soon the rail spikes that had replaced her nipples wee freely lactating away the last residue of her once heroic persona.
And then, just as she explosively came for the 4th time, she heard a sound...
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