In her eager to be obedient, Natasha moved fast. Far, far too fast. Her natural grace had completely deserted her, and she still lacked even the most basic concept of how top-heavy she now was. As she bent over at the waist, her huge udders swung beyond her torso, accelerating her downwards faster than she intended. Too late she tried to slow herself, but gravity was a cruel mistress and far stronger than her enfeebled waist. Too late she tried to push her hands in front of her to arrest her inevitable fall, but they were there too late and too feebly to have any positive effect. Instead she lost her balance totally, thudding into the ground tits first and knocking her even sillier for a moment.
"Oh Doctor", she grovelled pathetically; "You warned me about my boobies as well. I'm so, so sorry, making you wait to inspect my lady parts and everything. Please, please forgive me and don't refuse to give me a thorough inspection...! Awkwardly, she hauled herself back to her feet, leaning heavily on the Doctor's desk.
"That's alright Miss Romanoff" he encouraged her, astonished at how how servile the formerly dominant Superheroine had become. "While you're on your feet, I think we need to do another little test. Could you please run over to the far wall and back as quickly as you can manage."
The once-mighty Black Widow was incredibly grateful for the chance to redeem herself after letting down the wonderful Doctor so badly, and turned off in a dead sprint. But of course her huge orbs swung wildly with each step, each one smacking her unrelentingly in face and chest. She tried to hold them in place, but they were too large and her arms too feeble. Against the odds, she managed to make it to the far wall, but she had been concentrating far too hard on keeping herself upright, and, even barefoot, she was unable to stop in time and crashed shudderingly into it; once again her huge breasts absorbing the impact. She bounced backwards, tottered for a moment on wobbly legs, and toppled backwards, landing painfully on her perfect bottom.
The Black Widow was horrified. She couldn't get up! With her added weight in all the wrong places, she was now too feeble to push herself upright, and needed something to haul herself up; and she had bounced back so far there was simply nothing at hand. She tried to crawl back to the desk, but collapsed onto her huge breasts almost immediately - the once-mighty heroine who only the day before could have done far more than 100 press-ups a minute could now not even hold herself upright.
But if the Black Widow was concerned about her situation, it wasn't for her disability, it was for other reasons as she started babbling; "Oh Doctor, I'm so, so sorry. What must you think of me? You gave me a simple job to do and I couldn't do it. Please, please, please forgive me. What can I do to make it up to you? Oh, I'm not worthy to inconvenience a wonderful man like you..."
"Miss Romanoff", the Doctor smiled gently as he walked over to her; "Please don't worry your pretty little head. It really is ok, I know that you're doing your best, it's just your best isn't very good any more." He reached down and helped her to his feet, one hand around her waist, the other gently caressing her bottom, but again completely overlooked by the once-fiercely independent heroine who would have snapped his wrist for less.
"You're wonderful Doctor, I don't deserve you," she sobbed, still babbling in utter humiliation "Please, why don't you let me worship you like you deserve. Why don't you drop me across your desk and fuck me up the ass - it's all I'm good for. Oh, I'm sorry, how dare I suggest that you'd like to let your mighty cock come anywhere near a worthless whore like me. I'm so sorry..."
"MISS ROMANOFF!" Once again the Doctor shouted at her, delighted at the path her servility was taking her along, but determined not to allow her to set the agenda even in this way. "I am a Doctor. You may or may not be an attractive woman, but my agenda is about trying to figure out what on earth is wrong with you, not to have sex with you. Have you forgotten about being a Superheroine?"
The Doctor was playing the long game. The combination of the Warden's magic and his own concoctions had already rendered her helpless to his every whim, but reinforcing her sense of worthlessness was clearly making her ever more desperate to serve him in as base a level as she could think of. Remembering the confident heroine who had walked into his office just a few moments before, it was incredibly gratifying to see this delectable creature grovelling so pathetically.
"Oh Doctor, I'm so so so sorry", she gibbered, focused entirely on his rejection and not her situation. "I never should have suggested such a thing. How dare I suggest such a thing; why would a god like you be interested in a worm like you. Of course any or all of my orifices are available to you any time that you want - you never have to ask..."
"Miss Romanoff!", he reminded her. "Thank you for the offer, but you keep forgetting yourself. We need to figure out exactly what condition you're in" He paused for a moment. "You used to be nothing short of deadly as a hand-to-hand combatant. Clearly you're not in the greatest shape anymore, but let's see exactly what shape you're in. Can you punch this punchbag as hard as you possibly can - it's got a sensor built into it. Let's see how powerful you are now..."
The Black Widow was absolutely desperate to please the Doctor in any way that she could, and obediently through her mightiest punch. Each one of her overtaxed muscles quivered at the huge effort involved. Normally she would have expected to knock even the most powerful opponent off his feet with a single punch. There was no doubt at all that she had landed it with everything she had and more, she squealed in pain and massaged her bruised wrist.
The Doctor appeared extremely concerned. "Miss Romanoff, this really is rather worrying. The scale on this machine goes up to 1000. Superman at full power would be pushing that mark. Before all this mess, maybe Supergirl would be around 750-800. A heavyweight boxer 400, a normal man around 200, a normal woman around 150. The lowest reading that I've ever known this record .75 when a butterfly landed on it. That 'punch' just set a new record of feebleness and you nearly injured yourself in delivering it. Oh, my dear, I'm sorry, you really do seem to be in terrible trouble."
"I'm sorry Doctor", she grovelled, mortified at her failure. How could she prove herself as a worthy recipient of his seed if she kept performing so badly? I-I'll do everything that I can, please don't give up on me. I used to be really good at kickboxing. Eat THIS, butterfly!"
From somewhere deep within herself, she found the courage to attempt the most powerful roundhouse kick that she may have ever delivered, dipping at the waist, somehow keeping herself close to balanced with stretching her right leg behind her. Like a ballerina, she tried to spin round through 180 degrees.
But The Black Widow was nowhere close to having the gymnastic ability of a ballerina. Even managing to balance on one leg for a fraction of a second was something of a minor miracle. But attempting to turn so rapidly was WAY beyond her current capabilities; she overbalanced immediately, thudding both breasts into the ground with a twin mighty splat. The shock was too much for her ravaged frame, and she let out a little fart, leading to yet another desperate and thoroughly humiliating grovel;
"Doctor, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I know I shouldn't do anything without asking you first. Of course all that I can usefully do is break wind in your presence. Please punish me, I deserve nothing but your contempt..."
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