Regression Crisis Chapter Four (Patreon)

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I worked hard and kept this one kind of short because I wanted to get at least one more entry in before the end of the month (also to give you guys something to read this weekend!) Let me know what you think in the comments; I'm interested to know how you feel about they way the story is developing! If you're enjoying the story and you want to see more like it in the future then don't forget to hit the like button, don't forget to vote in the poll... and as always, thank you all so much for your continued support!

Utterly humiliated, her eyes cast downward, Batgirl was eager to turn tail and get away from the overly helpful Mrs. Crenshaw, not to mention the constant teasing from Harley. She began retreating back towards the rest of the group, mortified when she realized that on top of filling the air around her with a plastic crinkle with every move she made, the diaper was so thick she was forced to waddle awkwardly.  

     “Oh ladies!” Barbara cringed when she heard Mrs. Crenshaw’s voice coming from behind them. She turned to see the woman holding up a huge pink diaper-bag-- one that looked large enough to service a very large baby. Her stomach went cold when she heard Mrs. Crenshaw ask: “You know, I’ve been planning on buying a new bag for June anyway... would you like to take this one? It’s fully stocked.

     “Oh yeah!” Harley answered excitedly. She ran back to fetch the pink canvas bag, slinging it over her shoulder before returning to Barbara. “Thanks, Mrs. C!” She called, grasping Batgirl by the hand and leading her back to the group.

“Batgirl, are you alright?” Diana asked when her old friend and ally returned. She frowned, her heightened perceptions instantly noticing the bulk of the diaper beneath her costume.

     “I-I’ll be fine,” Barbara replied, blushing when she saw Wonder Woman staring at her obvious diaper. She fretted and unconsciously ran her hands over the bulky seat of her pampers, as though she were trying to flatten it out beneath her tights.

     They convened to talk strategy. Ideally, Diana would lead the group into the sewer, hoping to catch Wolfe unawares by attacking from below... but with Zatanna in her current condition, Diana knew that was no place for her. She ran through her options, each one worse than the last. Leaving her behind was tantamount to giving her to Wolfe, since she was sure he would have a crew dispatched to scoop her up in minutes.  Taking her along was worse, both endangering her and slowing down the group-- yet Wonder Woman couldn’t shake that maternal sense that the infantilized Zatanna was safer in her care than anywhere else.

     Noble sentiments, Princess, Diana thought grimly, cradling the warm bundle of the Adult Baby’s body against her own. Unfortunately, you’re placing the entire group at a disadvantage-- and a failure here is potentially a failure for women across the country... across the world.

     They came up with a loose plan to stay inside and under-cover as much as possible. A decision was made to cut through a series of warehouses and factories to the north (most of them either closed or operating with a skeleton crew since the bubble had cut them off from the outside world.) Maybe they would even be able to loose whatever observation Wolfe had them under. Supergirl was dispatched to scout the area from the air while Harley checked out the interior.

“Are you in position?” Wolfe asked his colleague via the com-link, eagerly awaiting the next phase of his plan.  

     “Yes, sir... just waiting for contact.” The woman’s voice was strong and confident.

     “Excellent.” He studied the beautiful, leather-clad Harley Quin on his monitors. The sassy, seductive clown had been quite bratty since the beginning of this little adventure, and John Wolfe felt it was past time to take her down a peg or two. “Fetch her for me won’t you, my dear? I’ve gone to a lot of trouble organizing this little... reunion... for her benefit. I think it’s time we got things under way, don’t you?”

     “Yes sir!” she replied enthusiastically. He smiled... His colleague would deliver on her promise-- and she would probably deliver something far more uncomfortable than that to the unfortunate Dr. Quinzel!

“Stoopid Wonder Woman, makin’ me do all the work!”

     Harley pouted, kicking a can out of her way furiously, making her way through a hole in the chain-link fence. The first building, a warehouse, wasn’t locked... not in any major way, anyway. She’d picked up more than a few tricks in her checkered career; getting the door open and taking out the alarm was a breeze for her. Wonder Woman might not like it... but at the moment, Harley simply didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, she’d been carrying most of the weight so far during this little operation, so they could just do things her way. And if Ms. Perfect doesn’t like it, Harley thought, making her way into the main shipping area, she can just kiss my curvy butt! 

     She smiled at the imagery... in Harley’s twisted brain, her sexuality raged out of control, and her innate sadism and masochism were constantly at war with each other. The clown went about her task, daydreaming about both forcing the beautiful amazon princess to kiss her butt... and being forced, in turn, to pucker up and kiss her well-toned hiney.

     “Hey good lookin’!”

     Harley nearly leapt out of her skin when she heard the strange voice. It was female, mid to late twenties, and it contained a mocking note Harley didn’t care for. She turned around and was confronted with a smugly smirking blonde, looking tough and well muscled with nothing but a black tactical vest over her bare chest. Around her waist, Harley noticed a variety of paddles dangling from her belt, each one meaner looking than the last.

     “What d’ya want, G.I. Jerkoff?” Harley attempted to affect a tough personality, but this girl looked like she knew how to take care of herself. Studying the muscles in her arms, Harley concluded, with a gulp, that a psychiatry degree wasn’t going to cut it if this turned into a fist fight.

     The blonde came closer, sizing Harley up with a smug smirk. “Mr. Wolfe wants to see you... he says he’s got something you’re going to want to see... and he told me not to take no for an answer.” Looking the increasingly nervous Harley in the eye, she flexed and said “between you and me, I hope you say no.”

     “I though Big Daddy Wolfe only liked his ladies in pampers,” Harley said suspiciously.

     “What can I say... we see eye to eye on the proper way to treat little brats like you!” She said, smugly, tightening her hands into fists. “Now, are you going to come quietly or...”

     “What do you think?” Harley replied before the woman could even finish her question, pulling one of her guns from it’s holster and aiming it right at Blondie’s smug face...

     Almost faster then her eye could register, the blonde’s hand snapped out, swatting the gun out of Harley’s hand with a casual gesture, sending it skidding across the floor and into some dark corner. The blonde reached out for her, her reflexes astonishing. Harley squeezed her eyes shut, fretting about what this woman would do if she got her hands on her.

     She was surprised when the only thing she felt was a strange tugging around her waist. Opening her eyes, Harley was greeted by the sight of the woman dangling a belt from her finger... Harley instantly recognized the guns and explosives that hung off it, but she still looked down to confirm her suspicions... her belt, along with most of her weapons, had been expertly removed, and was now being flung casually across the room.  

     “Just you and me now, babe,” the blonde said coldly, coming towards her again. Harley knew she had to do something, so she summoned her strength and took a swing at her opponent.

     After years among the criminal underworld and dozens of fights, Harley was more than able to handle herself in a confrontation... but this woman dodged her punch like a professional, bobbing out of the way of her fist and ducking out of her sight for a moment. There was a brief tugging sensation, then the blonde popped up again, grinning. 

     “Nice butt, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

     Harley glanced down, crying out when her fears were confirmed... her pants had been pulled down to her knees so quickly she’d barely even noticed.  

     “EEEK!” She squealed, reaching down to cover her bare bush. Worse, her butt was still a little pink after the hot-seat she’d received earlier, making her buns look a little sunburned.  

     Looking up, Harley saw the woman advancing on her, smiling confidently. Wisely deciding she was out of her league on this one, Harley decided she’d be better off retreating and summoning reinforcements.  

     She ran off as best she could with her pants around her knees, bare butt pink and jiggling behind her.  She didn’t get far before her tormentor lashed out, taking hold of one of the clown’s sexy pig-tails and halting her in place.   

     “Lemme go, you big bully!” Harley squealed, pants at half-mast, unable to do much else beyond shuffle along behind her tormentor. The blonde grinned smugly, triumphant, taking a seat on a nearby crate and tugging the struggling Harley over her muscular lap, practically licking her lips as she pinned her in place and patted her smooth bare rump.  

     “No chance, baby-cakes. I’m going to show you why they call me... The Paddler!”

What implement should The Paddler use to spank Harley?

Do you want to know more about The Paddler? Let me know in the comments-- I'll post a quick profile of her on the blog if you guys are interested.