It was several minutes before the former maiden of might gradually came to, and her addled mind struggled to recall what had led to this point. She was in a room full of men. On a potty! Naked! Without even her power belt! And her breasts - they were huge. She couldn't even see her nipples! What she could see covered in what looked like faecal matter. What had happened to her? She tried to lurch to her feet, but her desperately feeble movement merely adjusted her weight on her potty slightly - she felt her bladder release, and the splash it generated told her that it was not for the first time. Her mouth gaped open in shock.
"Ah, Wonder Udders is awake at last", grinned the Guard, and as she saw him fresh humiliating memories poured into her mind. "Good timing, it's time for a little scrub-up!" He was brandishing a large box of baby wipes, and without further ado started to scrub at her gargantuan right udder.
Wonder Woman exploded in rage, recognising her shameful situation but unconscionable that any man could not only ogle bit fondle her so intimately. "Take your filthy hands off me!" she yelled...
...Only, she didn't. Her tongue felt different, somehow thicker, and the words just didn't come out right. All she heard herself saying was a feeble murmur of something like "Thek thaw thilthee hanths oth me". Why was she lisping? What had happened to her voice? She tried again, just trying to command him to 'Back Off', but all that came out was "Bath". And with it , she felt a wet splash in the middle of her vast cleavage as a glob of drool leaked out of her malfunctioning mouth. What fresh horror was this?
"That's right, sweet cheeks, you do need one" he grinned, warming to his work of seemingly polishing her like a new car. "I guess that's what comes from crapping yourself all over the floor and falling into it."
The once-invincible heroine tried again to take affirmative action and shove him away from her. But her sore and ineffectual arms may as well have tried to shove Mount Rushmore, despite grabbing his forearm pretty firmly (and wincing at the effort) he continued fondling her completely unhindered, she was completely overmatched. She flailed her legs, trying to catch his ankles, to offer at least some resistance but found only fresh air.
"Oh Wondy, haven't you given up yet?", he smiled "Haven't you learnt yet? Without that precious belt of yours, you're no match for me or anyone else here. Come to think of it, I'd be pretty hard-pressed to think of anyone who might struggle to deal with you..." And he started to polish her other orb.
Wonder Woman was unconscionable. For so long she had been the almighty warrior against whom no man could stand - and now she felt like a helpless little girl. What was happening to her? She couldn't even argue now!
But something else was wrong, very wrong. His ministrations were starting to provoke a reaction in her different from outrage and burgeoning fear. She felt a strange warmth growing low in her loins. For a moment she feared her bladder or bowels were again about to void, but then she realised that this was an altogether different sensation. She was getting aroused - turned on by his crude ministrations! How? Was she now so destroyed that she could betray herself even in this situation?
She had to act, but how? She couldn't fight back, couldn't even plead for mercy that she knew wouldn't come. She tried to flee, windmilling her legs to try to slide her shameful throne away, but she gained no purchase and moved not one iota. And he reached between her legs to start to 'clean' the are that she could least dare any man to touch...
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