Strengthening himself and his troops was only part of the Guards. Once the first two guards had had their fill, two more quickly stepped up. The feeling for Wonder Woman was indescribable, as if her very life force was being sucked out of her. She consoled herself that if the weasels did finally succeed in draining her, it may at least reduce her bust enough to regain some freedom of movement. Being able to sit up would be a most welcome start.
But the Chief Guard knew better, that the drugs now running unchecked through her system would allow her to produce vats of fluid before she felt even the slightest reduction. In fact, the suckling process would actually stimulate further lactation and growth - if she ever again managed to get on her pins, her balance problems would be even more crippling.
And crucially, the process was starting to have another effect on the formerly impregnable heroine, one that her opponents were banking on, but she was completely oblivious of. As her vital fluids were drained, so it had a debilitating effect on her intelligence, concentration, and already shattered confidence. 10 minutes of being milked would leave her bimbified for at least an hour.
And the Guards spent a lot longer than 10 minutes milking her. By the end, each of them had imbibed more than they could stomach, and Wonder Woman's glazed eyes randomly gawped around the room, totally unaware of her surroundings and situation; dazed, confused, and compliant.
"Hey Wondy!", he snapped "How you doing?"
"Thorry, Thir, whath did you thay?", she said blearily.
"I asked you how you were doing? Do you feel ok?"
"Thorry, where am I? Whath happening?" Her eyes span like fruit machine. "Er, who am I?"
The Guard smiled. This was going to be even easier than he thought. "Have you forgotten there sweetcheeks. You're Wonder Woman, a powerful Superheroine. You were just having a little nap..."
"Oh, ok, am I really? I donth feel very Thuper." A fresh look of confusion flickered across her face. "I think, did I poop my pantieth?"
"Yes dear, I'm afraid so", he smiled in mock sympathy. "But don't worry, you're wearing a diaper"
"Oh, am I? Is thath righ? Do I need to?" She looked down herself for a moment. "Ooh, I'm noth wearing ant clotheth. Were my boobieth alwayth thith big?"
"Don't worry, about that now, I'm going to take you to go and meet someone now. He'll change your diaper and give you some clothes"
"Oh, thath will be nith, thank you." She paused a moment. "Can I noth go pothy mythelf?"
"I'm afraid not. Last time you tried, you made a right mess. That's why we've had to put you in a diaper."
Vague recollections of messing herself was all that came into Wonder Woman's ravaged mind. "I'm thorry, hath I been corthin you boyth throuble?"
"Don't worry Wondy, we're very happy to give you all the help you need..."
"Thank you" Her mind strained to focus, something wasn't right. "How do I become Thuper?"
"I'm glad you asked, my dear." He smiled to himself, nothing ventured, nothing gained; he pulled out a huge vibrating dildo "This is your, um, magic wand. You need to put this inside yourself to make you, um, Wonderful"
"In my thpethial plathe?", she smiled innocently "Ok, I'm glath you can remember thethe thingth, I can'th." She paused a moment. "Buth I donth think I can unfathen my diaper - my fingerth feel all funny."
"Well, if you really want me to, I can, but you are a messy girl, and there's no sink in here...", he said uncertainly.
Wonder Woman smiled up at him with an expression of complete servility, and begged "Pleath thir, I need your help. Pleath will you puth my magith thtick in my cunny. I promith I'll thuck your fingerth clean of any of my nathty poop..."
Of course he did just that, opening her diaper and giving her a demeaning running commentary that made Wonder Woman blushed vermillion, questioning the quantity and consistency of her diet, before driving the huge dildo inside her with the help of a small mallet. He flicked it onto the 'fuckslut' setting and fastened her back up.
Wonder Woman whimpered a yelp of thanks as the sensations started to overtake her, and before she became completely insensible, he stuck his fingers in her mouth and she dutifully fulfilled her promise of cleansing her mess of his digits.
A moment later, he casually tossed her over his shoulder, her huge breasts reaching nearly to his waist, and with his enhanced strength he easily strolled towards the exit.
Wondy's last thoughts before blissfully passing out again were gratitude at the kindness of this good samaritan, and excitement at her imminent transformation into a Superheroine; by the strange feelings shooting all through her body from her magic wand, it should be a special journey indeed...
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