A new view on life

Wonder Woman stands before a podium, wearing a trench coat and her tiara, addressing a press conference.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the world, it is with a heavy heart that I come before you today to present you with a momentous announcement. After much thought and self-reflection, I have decided that feminism is not the way forward. There comes a time in every feminist's life where she has to admit that God put a womb inside her for a reason.”

She takes a deep breath and smiles at the camera.

“And that is why, going forward, I will be espousing the virtues of a more traditional lifestyle, starting right now.”

Wonder Woman removes the trench coat, revealing that gone is her traditional corset outfit, replaced by an apron decorated in the colors and patterns of her old outfit. The apron does little to disguise her figure, her wide hips on display for all to see, and her breasts barely contained by the top of the apron. As she does a little spin, the audience gasps as its revealed the only other part of the costume providing any modesty is a small thong, her pert ass jiggling enticingly. Her thigh high boots remain; however, it appears they’ve been given an upgrade with a steep heel now in place. Her trademark bracers remain, and she holds up her wrists for all to see.

“These have always been called the bracelets of submission. I always thought they were meant to symbolize us breaking free from the hold of Hercules, but now I know they represent a better way of life, where women rightly submit to men.” She does another spin, letting the cameras capture every inch of her curves.

"Today's feminism has destroyed natural gender boundaries. Women have shunned their feminine roles and embraced their manly side. They forget that they are weaker and more submissive than men. They forget that they belong in the homes, taking care of their husbands and children. They forget all the values that once made them great. Feminism has tainted the minds of a generation of women, and it's time to set the record straight” Wonder Woman looked out over the crowd of stunned media personnel.

“Feminism is a modern-day plague that has destroyed the family unit and warped the minds of modern women. It teaches them to view men as equals, and to prioritize having careers over being mothers and wives. It fills their minds with a sense of self-entitlement and arrogance. Feminism has taught women to reject their natural place as traditional wives and mothers, and instead, strive to be men. They are turning our children into weak, sensitive liberals. It's time we took a stand against this poison that has tainted the minds of a generation of women. We must return to the traditional values that have built our nation strong and proud.” Wonder Woman grinned proudly.

“Next, I’d be a hypocrite of the highest degree if I didn’t put my money…or money maker…” She grins, wiggling her ass enticingly. “…where my mouth is. So allow me to introduce you all to my husband, Maxwell Lord.”

Maxwell Lord steps forward, slaps Wonder Woman on the ass, and takes a bow, before motioning her to continue.

“And of course, no family is complete without children, and while we work on our own…” She puts her hand on her stomach. “We have decided to adopt some children. Girls, come out and introduce yourselves.”

The three woman who have identified as Wonder Girl during their superhero careers stand up, looking significantly different then people are used to.

First, Donna Troy stands there, dressed like a slutty pre-teen. Instead of her normal costume, her top is a babydoll crop tank top with the black and star pattern of her normal costume, however cut so short that its showing significant underboob. Any significant movement of hers causes the material to bounce up, flashing her nipples for all to see. She’s also wearing a pair of short shorts, again patterned after her old costume, cut so high they show off the bottom of her ass cheeks, and the entire outfit is finished with a pair of sneakers. Her hair is tied into a single ponytail, and she has a pouty look on her face, as if she were a teen who didn’t want to be somewhere.

Standing next to her, shyly trying to hide behind her “big sister”, stands Cassie Sandsmark. Again, her costume bears only a passing resemblance to what she normally wears. Instead of her normal Jeans and long sleeve shirt, she’s only wearing a slightly too small pair of overalls decorated with the iconic double W and with nothing underneath. Her large tits peak out from the top and sides of the overalls, and the small outfit rides up her butt, revealing plenty of her pert bottom. Her hair is in two pigtails, and she’s wearing a pair of sneakers with their laces untied. She looks every part like an adult acting the part of a shy toddler.

Finally, sitting on the floor next to her is the final Wonder Girl, Yara Flor. Yara is sucking her thumb, wearing nothing but a diaper patterned after Wonder Woman’s Costume, and a bib that does nothing to cover her ample chest.

I’ll be doing my best to provide for them in the way God intended…as a traditional mother and housewife. No more of that pesky “feminism” getting in the way of my biological nature, and the only thing I’m suited for. If anyone has any more questions for me, please address them to my husband, Maxwell.”

Maxwell Lord stood in his living room, smoking a cigar, talking on the phone.

“Yea, I gotta tell you, having this bitch as my wife is way better than I could have hoped for. Fucking her is like peaches and cream.” Max takes a drag off his cigar and glances into the kitchen, where Wonder Woman, wearing nothing but her new apron uniform, stands by a sink filled with dirty dishes. She picks up a plate, examines it, brings it to her face, and begins licking it clean. Once its clean to her satisfaction, she places it in the drying rack and picks up the next plate, repeating the disgusting task.

“Nothing quite compares to breaking the spirit of an A-list superhero. Luthor keeps begging me for a go at this bitch, but I just can’t bear to share my little “wonder harem”. He snaps his fingers, beckoning Wonder Woman over. She grabs a dish cloth and wipes her face clean as she saunters over to him, kneeling between his legs and opening her mouth. He took his cigar and stubbed it out on her tongue and then motioned towards his crotch. Squealing with joy, Wonder Woman undid his pants and fished out his cock, running her tongue around the head before taking him in her mouth.

“Yea, there’s not a trace of her former irritating spunky personality. If you see those boys in Fearsome Five, give them my regards.” With his free hand, he reaches down, pulls Wonder Woman off his cock, slaps her, and shoves her back down onto his dick. “One sec, bud…” He puts the phone down and grips Wonder Womans hair, vigorously fucking her face. Wonder Woman choked slightly as the entire rod was **** down her throat, spluttering between rough thrusts. Before long, Max grunted as he shot his load done her throat, pulling his dick out from the red faced and drooling Wonder Woman, wiping it clean on her hair before shoving her to the floor. “Go check on the girls. Make sure they’re keeping themselves ready for me.” He said, turning away and picking his phone back up without waiting for an answer.

“Yes, my love.” Choked out Wonder Woman, coughing from her rough treatment, looking up at him adoringly. Shakily rising to her feet, she walked to the playroom to check on the girls.