Test 2: Strength

You stuck around as Wonder Woman was put through a small gamut of tests. You also realised that the Justice League Watchtower was likely the only facility of it’s kind to be able to perform examinations like these.

How would someone draw blood from an invulnerable Amazon, for instance? Well there was a golden device that appeared to be a kind of ancient ceremonial dagger designed to also draw fluids into itself. It was sterilized somehow, and used in such a way that wasn’t too squeamish for you, then soon Tina was nodding at the readings on her screen.

Another test brought you into a new area of the lab which was mainly a circular room with an enormous metal sphere in the center, resting on a sort of plinth. The sphere took up most of the space, causing the plinth to look like a golf tee holding aloft a basketball. Both were made of this strange dark green alloy, and from the observation room you watched Wonder Woman walk up to the machine. She grasped onto a sort of handle near the base of the sphere.

“This was made for Superman,” Doctor McGee explained, standing next to you and operating a console that was mostly large dials. “It can warp gravity and density within itself. He uses it to test his strength.” She turned one of the dials slowly and you watched as a number on the display panel cycled up. “Two hundred tons,” Tina said, speaking into a microphone this time so that Wonder Woman could hear her in the weight room. The hero nodded and you watched in amazement as she lifted the sphere with one arm, curling the impossible dumbbell with ease. You could hear a strange groan from the machinery as the hero used her incredible strength. She raised it over her head, straightening her arm, held it aloft for several seconds, then placed it back onto the plinth with care. The room didn’t shake but you felt like it should have.

McGee pressed the button for the intercom. “And how was that?”

“Very easy, Doctor,” replied the Amazon who hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“That’s pretty close to what we have for your baseline. And we do know you’ve been gradually getting stronger,” Tina noted. The idea was to study the effect of cum withdrawal on Wonder Woman’s powers. Aside from the mental degradation, how much of her physical attributes were affected by her condition?

As it turns out… substantially. The team continued to monitor Diana’s vitals over the next couple of hours. Heart rate and blood pressure appeared not to fluctuate much. Agility and flexibility remained at measured levels. The changes were, on the surface, undetectable.

Only two hours later did Wonder Woman undergo the strength test again. Diana lifted the crank of the Gravity Sphere, or at least she tried to. The weight of it seemed to surprise her, so she focused and you watched her bicep bulge. There was the groan of metal and the sphere began to rise. It was a struggle, with the Amazon endeavoring to only use one arm, but she did eventually lift it over her head again. You could see the sweat on her brow, the warrior gritting her teeth.

“Okay Diana, down,” McGee said over the mic, and Wonder Woman lowered the crank slowly. She could have just dropped it onto the support plinth, you figured, but there was a sense that Diana needed control the object’s descent for her own peace of mind.

“I must confess, that was more difficult,” she reported without prompting. Her strain had been obvious but she wiped her brow with a silver cuff nonchalantly. “It felt like you doubled the weight.”

McGee’s shoulders sagged next to you. She seemed hesitant to answer at first.

“I did in fact… lower the weight,” the scientist said. “By half.”

Perfect eyebrows knit together with worry. Wonder Woman crossed her arms, eyeing the sphere.

“Oh.”

“I mean one hundred tons is still super human,” you interjected quickly, hoping to keep spirits high. You were definitely still impressed, but that appeared to be the wrong thing to say, Tina shooting you a withering looking.

“I appreciate the words doctor,” Diana said, sounding sad. “But I can feel it now.” She was looking at her hands, flexing her fingers as if they felt like a stranger’s. “My power wanes.”

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“No more tests,” Tina announced, much to Wonder Woman’s relief as she unstrapped the velcro harness that had attached a triangular reader to her thighs. You swallowed, diverting your stare from those wonder thighs, but that just brought you back up to Diana’s pink cheeks and sweat damp forehead. The exercise routine hadn’t been all that vigorous, at least it shouldn’t have been for a superhero, and from your perspective she did the 500 burpees at full speed like it was nothing. But the grimace on her face made it obvious that her muscles were burning after that exercise.

The stoic warrior was grateful for the bottle of water you handed her and she smiled before guzzling it down. With her attention on quenching her thirst she didn’t notice the frown on Doctor McGee’s face as she scrolled through the readings on her tablet. But you did, and the even though she wiped the deep furrow away moments later it still left a cold feeling in your stomach. When she noticed your frown she softened hers.

“It’s time for your next dose,” the doctor said, and Diana’s focus snapped onto you.

“Is it?” she wondered, wiping her mouth, mood somewhat lifted. It was a kind move by Tina, since technically it was half an hour ahead of schedule.

“If Doctor Doe is ready.”

The significant look from Tina made your answer obvious, and it came quickly.

“Always,” you said, which earned a smirk and light headshake from McGee. She put the pad down to free up her hands and your heart began to race.

“Right then, we can go to-” the doctor started, but Wonder Woman stepped forward.

“Do you mind?” she asked abruptly, and the confusion had both of you quiet. It was barely perceptible, but Diana caught herself and tried to relax her stance a little. She was facing McGee. “I meant… does the delivery require the same process as last time?”

Wonder Woman somehow appeared sheepish, even shy, despite her perfect and powerful posture. Tina’s eyes darted to yours momentarily before she met the Amazon’s again.

“No. It doesn’t. I don’t need another scan this time. You just need another dose administered,” the doctor said calmly.

“Then if it’s alright I would like to do it myself,” she told the room. Tina was quick on her feet, seemingly ready for this sudden request and didn’t betray so much as a twitch of a muscle in her face.

“Of course,” she replied, and there was palpable relife in Wonder Woman’s form. “And I’m sure Doctor Doe wouldn’t mind at all.”

You could only blink dumbly at her.

“And maybe you could offer some instruction,” Diana added, and this time it was finally Tina’s turn to blink dumbly. “I witnessed the proficiency of your skilled hands myself this morning,” she went on, now the one smiling. “And I remember the stories you once told me of your proficiency in... other areas. There was a turn of phrase about garden hoses and the bowling balls-”

“Diana!” McGee snapped, partly from the outrage and partly to cut her off. Taking a second to settle herself and sigh greatly, Tina shook her head. “Control yourself.” It was a warning, but there was a tight lipped smile there.

You weren’t sure what you had just witnessed, but you certainly hadn’t expected that the outcome would be this.

“Well Doctor, I suppose those aren’t unreasonable requests from our patient here,” McGee said to you, straight faced. “Shall we teach Wonder Woman how to suck you off?”