Regression Crisis Issue Eight (Patreon)

I told you it was going to be a busy week around here!

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High above the city, Supergirl inspected the streets and buildings, searching for potential routes for the group to travel. The force field extended over the tops of the tallest buildings... Kara estimated it’s height at somewhere around a thousand feet, and the far side seemed to extend at least partway into the water of Hobbs Bay. Shutting her eyes briefly, she took a moment to simply enjoy the sun on her skin and the wind in her flowing, golden hair. The heat of the suns rays warmed her, and she could feel her cells filling with raw energy, providing the strength she would need when the conflict finally came.

    Kara bristled when she scanned the streets, the sight of the female population reduced to snivelling, drooling, diapered idiots both horrifying and angering her. And Wolfe, she thought with a shiver, what a creep! She pictured his smiling face and tried to feel enough hate to want to smash it... she was disturbed to find herself strangely attracted to him instead.

Throwing back her shoulders, she did her best to force it from her mind, using her x-ray vision to finish her job before she reported back to Wonder Woman.

Far below, Wolfe’s final henchwoman, Nicole Foster, AKA The Milk Maid, observed her prey through a pair of powerful binoculars, studying Kara’s fresh, sexy body hungrily. Everything was in place now... she needed only activate the weapon. Neutralizing the young Kryptonian had posed quite a challenge, of course, but Wolfe had solved the problem with his usual ingenuity. If things worked out as planned, the beautiful alien demi-goddess would be quite helpless... not to mention in need of a nice, fresh diaper. Nicole smirked, her heart thumping at the thought of wiping the lovely Supergirl’s perky young bottom before slipping the whimpering heroine into a diaper.

The mere thought of it made her nipples tingle. Nicole set aside the binoculars, yawned and stretched, her almost unnaturally large bosom heaving and thrusting, appealing in her skimpy costume, her cleavage glistening with sweat in the hot sunlight.

Nicole’s costume, a highly sexualized version of the already sexy traditional milk maid’s uniform accentuated her womanly figure... particularly her massive mammaries, which strained the stitches of her outrageously short and tight outfit, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach up and rub them firmly, thinking about the young heroine, robbed of her powers, defenceless and diapered, suckling from her breasts, her special milk leading the hapless heroine deeper and deeper into a second infancy.  

She looked over at the remote control... the one that would call their special weapon into action. It was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

“My my... that is a filthy diaper,” Diana exclaimed with a hearty laugh, enjoying the way Betsy’s face turned red... especially when the growing crowd of spectators began to chuckle. Many of them were victims of Betsy’s errant psionic bolts, their pants wet or messy, and they were eager to see the bratty Betsy get her just desserts.

    “Let me go, you bossy bitch!” Betsy squealed, kicking her feet futilely in the air beneath her, poopy diaper squishing against her bum with every little move she made.  

    “Awww... is baby Betsy fussy?” Wonder Woman teased with a smile. “Huh? Is her pamper all full of poopy? Does she need a change from mommy?

    “YOU WOULDN’T DARE!!” Elizabeth growled through gritted teeth. “You don’t scare me, bimbo! I’m a world class escape artist, and when I get this stupid rope off me, you’re going to be in so much trouble!”

Diana smirked... the little brat was certainly a big talker for someone tied up in a poopy diaper! The gorgeous amazon warrior couldn’t resist having a little fun with her Lasso of Truth.

    “Oh, come on” Diana prompted, “are you sure you hate diapers all that much?”

    “Not really,” the lasso forced Betsy to answer automatically, the words flowing out of her without thought or permission. “They’re so soft and puffy against my butt and pussy... I really love the way they rub up against me when I move.” Elizabeth’s eyes grew round with shock, her cheeks going red with every embarrassing revelation she made. She tried to stop, but she was powerless to prevent herself from blathering her secrets. “There’s just something about the way they feel between my thighs... especially when they’re wet!” she gushed, shuddering, every embarrassing revelation she made bringing her closer to tears. “Honestly, I’d probably wear them, even if I wasn’t incontinent!”

    By the time she’d finished, the crowd was openly laughing at her... but the worst was yet to come.

     “Barbara, spread the changing mat out for me, please,” Diana said, flashing Betsy a smile that made the bratty adult baby gulp. “I think our would-be villainess needs a diaper change!”

     The crowd whooped it’s approval, especially when Batgirl complied with a smile, her thoroughly soiled pampers temporarily forgotten. She reached into the pink diaper bag Mrs. Crenshaw had given her, withdrawing the pink plastic changing mat and spreading it on the ground.

     “What?!” Betsy cried, struggling to free her arms. “Hey, c’mon, you can’t do that!”

     “Who’s gonna stop me?” Wonder Woman asked, laughing heartily as she deposited Betsy down on her squirming bottom atop the changing mat with a moist squish.

     “EEEWWW!” the villainess cried, sitting stiffly in her own muddy mess. Though the sensation of sitting in a wet and messy diaper was hardly unfamiliar at this point, it still made the snooty Elizabeth sick to squish around in a messy diaper. “So GROSS!”

     “Get comfy, brat,” Diana said, shoving Betsy down onto her back roughly, the pink mat crinkling noisily beneath her. “Time to change that diaper!”

      “Nnnnooooo!” Betsy cried, her protests drown out by the laughter and cheers of the spectators. “C’mon, don’t change me here! It’s so embarrassing!”

     “What about all the people you embarrassed with your naughty behaviour?” Wonder Woman asked in a patronizing tone, reaching down to take hold of the first tape of the front of Elizabeth’s diaper and ripping it open with a loud tearing sound. “Hmmm? Do you think they care about your feelings on the matter?” Diana tore open another tape, the noise enough to make Betsy jump a bit.

     “C’mon! Please don’t do this! Please just take me to the changing room!” Betsy whined, begging shamelessly, bristling and blushing when the crowd giggled in response to her winging.

     “Darling, you hush! You’d better settle down for your diaper change,” Diana said, fixing her with a steely glare, “or you’re going to wind up over my knee!”

     Betsy gasped and bit her lip, forcing herself to remain still as the powerful superheroine tore open the remaining tabs from the front of her diaper. A nightmarish sense of vertigo rushed over her, an all consuming sense of humiliation as the front of her pampres were slowly pealed down, revealing both her pretty pink pussy, smooth and bare as could be, and the big brown mess inside to the gawking rabble.

     “Ewwww!” they cried in unison, the crowd taking a collective step back as the stink wafted over them. Squeezing her eyes shut, Elizabeth blushed and fought back tears, moaning with shame. It looked like a packet of brownie mix had exploded inside her diaper, the seat utterly smeared with thick, brown poop. Her buttocks were also smeared quite thoroughly, and the cleft between them had been filled to the top with the sticky mess.

     “Oh dear,” Wonder Woman said, surveying the mess before her. “I can we’ve got our work cut out for us. Pass me the wipes please, Batgirl.”

     “With pleasure Wonder Woman,” Barbara chuckled, fishing the wipes out of the bag and handing them over. Diana didn’t hesitate, taking the tearful Betsy’s ankles in one powerful hand and lifting her legs into the air. Elizabeth began to sniffle when her poopy tushy was lifted into the air, exposing it for the entire world to see. Pulling a wipe from the container, Diana went to work, slowly but firmly wiping the squirming villainess’ bottom clean. The Wolfe brand wipes were extra large and thick, designed especially for cleaning off an Adult Baby bum, and they did their job well.

     “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big, messy baby baby before,” Diana said teasingly, cleaning off Betsy’s rump with strong, powerful motions. “Phew! What are they feeding you, babyins?”  

     “Not a baby...” Betsy protested weakly, blushing, near tears as the gathered crowd enjoyed a good laugh at her expense. She was certainly paying an embarrassing price for her attempted villainy!

     “Oh, of course not, honey,” Diana said sarcastically, working her way inward with the wet wipe, cleaning off Betsy’s plump cheeks before going to work on the crack, discarding the wipes and drawing new ones as needed. “Grown women get their dirty diapers changed by complete strangers all the time!”

     The crowd chuckled appreciatively, and Betsy just blushed brightly, praying for her ordeal to end. Once finished, Diana placed the used wipes up in the dirty diaper and rolled it all up into a bundle, which she discarded in a nearby bin. Barbar already had a fresh diaper ready for her, and Diana took Betsy by the ankles and lifted her butt into the air to slip the thick, plastic underpants beneath her.

     The powder came next... the Amazon Princess dusted the pink domes of Betsy’s freshly wiped tushy with white powder, then patted it in firmly. Elizabeth gulped and blushed... it was just a little too close to being spanked by the powerful heroine for her comfort!

     The process was repeated on her shiny bald pussy, the gathered crowd tittering and chortling at her embarrassment. Betsy almost said a prayer of thanks when the diaper was finally pulled up and sealed closed around her waist.  

     With the lasso still pinning her arms to her sides, Betsy allowed Diana to help her to her feet. The new diaper was even thicker than the last, pushing her thighs apart and forcing her to waddle. The crowd clapped and whooped, greatly appreciating the little show... Elizabeth wanted to crawl into a hole and die!

     Diana looked at the freshly diapered Betsy Wetsy with satisfaction... but her job had just begun. Both Zatanna and Batgirl were in desperate need of their own diaper changes... and Diana knew there was just one Woman for the job!

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