Regression Crisis Issue Eleven (Patreon)

No April foolin' here... I finally got the damn thing done! I hope you all enjoy reading about the last half of Ivy's regression as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to vote in the poll at the bottom to help determine what happens next! As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and if you're enjoying the story and you'd like to see more like it then don't forget to leave a comment and hit the like button below.

As Ivy writhed and groaned on the table, the intelligence meter dipping below the mid way point and still sinking, Wolfe continued his narration: “Her IQ is now below 85, but the subject is still in full possession of her memories. Therefore, in order to prevent distress...” he trailed off, his voice replaced by the clacking of the keyboard. Moments later, the meter marked ‘memory’ began dipping in tandem with the intelligence meter, one bar at a time.

     “OOOOooo!” Ivy emitted a squeal that was positively orgasmic. Her mature mind, her intelligence, her memories, everything that defined her as a woman was slipping away... but it just felt so wonderful. A sexy tickling sensation broke out across her entire body, and Ivy was now squirming against the straps in ecstasy. As her intelligence dwindled to the level of a young toddler, her memories of university and high school went flying out of her brain, with junior high quickly following.  

     Wolfe finally settled her IQ somewhere in the range of 2-3 years old, with her memories a little bit below that. Ivy looked around the room with wide, innocent eyes, her gurgles confused but happy. Harley nearly laughed out loud at the transformation... the tough-as-nails Poison Ivy she knew had been reduced to the level of a drooling and diapered toddler in a matter of moments. Her gorgeous, womanly body was now totally at odds with her adorable new personality. Harley had to smile-- that big thick diaper certainly suited her now!

     “We’re almost done-- there’s just one more thing. Please turn your attention to the meter marked ‘libido’.”

     Harley did, and she noticed that, unlike the others, this one was only about half full. “According to this indicator, Dr. Isley’s sex drive is a little above average for a woman her age.”

     Harley could attest to that, and she watched with great interest as Wolfe began typing commands into the console. Slowly, the meter began to fill, climbing towards the top one bar at a time.  

     “Huuuhh!” Ivy grunted, thrusting suddenly in her seat. Her fully regressed mind was unable to understand what Wolfe was saying... but she had absolutely no difficulty understanding what was happening to her. Instantly, a powerful sexual energy began building inside her, pulsating outward from her pussy through her limbs. She writhed in her seat, pampers crinkling under her bum, getting hornier with every bar that was added to the meter. Within just a few moments, Poison Ivy was more aroused than she’d ever been, and had she not been restrained, she would have gladly stuck her hand down the front of her diaper to masturbate.

     Watching Ivy’s sexual undulations grow more energetic the higher the meter climbed, Harley couldn’t help herself from laughing. Big baby Ivy was thrashing and writhing, thrusting her hips into the air and gurgling, begging for someone, anyone, to provide her with the pleasure she was so desperately seeking.

     With the libido meter growing higher and higher, Wolfe came around to the front of the chair. Breathing frantically, her bare bosom rising and falling alluringly, Ivy gazed up at him with lust clouded eyes, her expression a promise that she would do anything if he’d only unleash the burning sexual energy inside her.  

     Slowly reaching out, he began softly raking his fingers across the pale flesh of her exposed belly, drawing a peel of screaming laughter from the villainess. Writhing and struggling against her bonds, she was powerless to prevent him from tickling her ribs, her under arms, even the undersides of her breasts. Shrieking with laughter, Ivy wriggled and squirmed as best she could, both futilely attempting to escape and revelling in the power this handsome man had over her.  

     “I think we can get rid of these,” he said, unstrapping her ankles and freeing her long, smooth legs. “I mean, it’s not like you’re in any condition to be going anywhere, are you sweetheart?”

     “Uh-uh!” Ivy gurgled with a bright smile, loving every second of being his pampered prisoner.  

     “Oh my,” he said, reaching under her seat, “what have we here?”

     Ivy’s eyes bulged excitedly when he produced to powerful looking Hitachi vibrator. Her arousal had totally overwhelmed what little remained of her logic and restraint. The brilliant scientist and powerful villain was truly no more-- only a beautiful, horny Adult Baby remained, and she was all to eager to spread her legs and pull her knees up towards her chest, presenting her thickly padded crotch to Wolfe to have his wicked way with.

     The Hitachi roared to life with a loud hum, and Ivy held her breath chewing her lip, watching Wolfe bringing it closer and closer to the front of her pampers...

     The vibrator made contact with her padded crotch, producing a thunderous buzz. Ivy’s response was immediate, a high-pitched squeal that pierced the room. Poison Ivy giggled and slobbered, gurgling wetly, kicking her legs excitedly in the air. The Hitachi made her entire diaper vibrate against her ass and pussy, sending her into a shrieking erotic frenzy.

     “Oh my... you are a silly girl now, aren’t you?” he teased, reaching down to play with her nipples, grinning when she bucked and writhed in response, her newly augmented sex drive enhancing the sensations she was experiencing, driving her mad with pleasure.

     From her seat, Harley watched the scene unfolding before, a gooey mess of conflicting emotions. She felt a little guilty for selling out her friend, and knowing that, barring a miracle, she was moments away from a similar fate herself... but watching the brilliant, beautiful and wildly sexy Ivy reduced to a diaper clad sex maniac was also pretty amusing-- not to mention the fact that it was making Harley pretty horny herself. She watched, sweaty with lust, simultaneously fantasizing about having the regressed little slut at her mercy... and of replacing her in the depraved scenario that played out in front of her.

     As for Poison Ivy herself, she had no deep thoughts at all beyond her current search for sexual gratification. Before her transformations, she might have recognized the gurgling cramps slowly building inside her, might have realized what the sudden, gassy pressure quickly descending through her guts meant.

     But her brain was unable to process the meaning of these sensations any more than her now useless sphincter was able to retain the rapidly increasing mass in her colon, and the lovely Adult Baby had no idea what was happening until she let out a big loud fart into her diaper.

     The onlookers chuckled, but Ivy didn’t even notice, so focused was she on her oncoming orgasm, she was oblivious to the laughs of the onlookers and the noise of the fart... nor did she take much notice of the one the followed, though she did emit a surprised little “oh!” in response.

     “Oh-ho!” Wolfe laughed, never letting up with the vibrator, “is someone about to make Daddy a present?”

     Ivy’s response came in the form of a cacophony high pitch screams of pleasure and deep, rumbling farting, the gas getting more moist with every one... by the end, it was obvious she was passing more than just gas.

     Harley howled with hilarity. She was, of course, a great fan of toilet humour, something the uptight, stern Poison Ivy had never tolerated. To see her now providing some quite humorous fart jokes to the proceedings (and in the midst of getting off no less... something that would have mortified the old Ivy to death) had the cackling clown almost rolling around on the floor with laughter.  

     The farting only got worse the closer she got to orgasm, the formerly prim and proper scientist and seductress totally forgetting all modesty and decorum, the final vestiges of her maturity leaving her as she suffered a particularly nasty gas attack, her back passage opening up to allow a hot, mushy dolop of poo-poo into the seat of her diapers.

     “Oooeeee!” she gurgled, squirming on her back, her feet wiggling in the air above her. Ivy pulled her knees back towards her chest and spread her thighs, allowing the throbbing vibrator unlimited access to her throbbing pussy. A dark stain appeared on the seat, and it just continued getting larger by the minute.  

     At last the moment of orgasm arrived at the exact moment her anus opened fully, a massive semi-soft load blasting noisily into the seat of her pampers. Ivy kicked and screamed, coming and going at the same time, the seat of her diapers bulging and staining visibly beneath her, accompanied by a muddy, squishy blurping sound.  

     “Well, well,” Wolfe laughed, deactivating the Hitachi and watching her sink into the haze of her post-coital bliss, the poopy stench beginning to emerge. “Looks like you’ve got a brown bum to match that green thumb of yours now, don’t you sweetie?”

     He undid the straps around her wrists, and Ivy quickly took the opportunity to pop her thumb into her mouth and begin sucking contentedly, hovering on the edge of consciousness.  

     Slipping the vibrator back into it’s place, Wolfe turned his attention to Harley, who shivered when he came towards her.

     “Ms. Harding... would you mind changing Pammy’s diaper please? I’ve got an appointment to keep with the lovely Dr.  Quinzel.”

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