Crisis on Earth-AB (11/12) (Patreon)

Circe opened her eyes and found herself topless and in a nappy, like she had been after her first attempt at warping reality was thwarted by Wonder Woman. Once again she had been reduced to a humiliating infantile state. Circe threw a tantrum and wailed in misery. Hearing her charge crying from the room adjacent, a buxom blond woman in cheetah print came in.

"What's got you all worked up, little one? Are you hungry?"

The woman lifted Circe up out of the crib and layed her down in her lap as she planted her big motherly rump on her sofa.

"Here, hon. Drink up." the woman said as she whipped out her breasts. Circe was helpless as she pressed her face into her ample bosom. Her lips instinctively latched on and began to suckle, despite her mental protests. 

But the more she drank, the more she felt a calmness wash over her. Pacifying her. She hated to admit it but she loved this and she loved her new mommy. 

The woman, Barbara Ann, smiled with her feline fangs as she watched Circe doze off in her breast. Her thoughts turned to her former arch enemy Diana, wondering what she was up to.