Regression Crisis Issue Twelve (Patreon)

No, you're not seeing things and this is not a joke-- I actually got this installment done with a minimum of pain and agony... I even kept it down to a descent length! Thanks as always for your amazing support; If you enjoy the story, be sure to leave a comment and hit the like button... and don't forget to vote in the poll to determine what happens next!

“Come and get it, honey,” The Milk Maid said, her voice sweet and enticing, running her hands over her full, ripe breasts. The nipples were firm, pink and looked delicious... Supergirl was unable to take her eyes off them. What’s wrong with me? she cursed herself, practically salivating at the sight of her enemy’s mondo melons, filled with an overwhelming desire to suck on them. She didn’t know if it was a result of the kryptonite or if the Milk Maid was somehow influencing her mind, but the beautiful blonde superheroine found herself practically drooling at the thought.  

     She was crawling over almost before she realized it. Sitting cross legged on the floor, Nicole smiled invitingly, beckoning to her, drawing her closer, the crinkling of the diaper strangely hypnotic in Kara’s ears...

     “That’s it,” The Milk Maid encouraged reaching out to stroke Kara’s silky blonde hair when she got close enough. Thrusting out her bosom towards her, she crooned sweetly into the superheroine’s ear, luring her in like a siren. The scent of her perfume filled Supergirl’s nostrils, and she felt her mind going blank. She wanted to resist, to fight against her slide into infantilism... but the sound of the Milk Maid’s voice, the sight of her picture perfect titties, the milk already starting to pearl on the tip of her nipple, and the scent of her perfume were all combining to lull her into a dreamy haze.

     The pretty blonde Kryptonian smacked her lips and drooled, already falling under her spell. She locked her lips around Nicole’s nipple without even thinking about it. Supergirl was shocked, but it was too late to stop herself from suckling tentatively, the warm, creamy milk trickling down her throat in thick rivulets.  

     “Good girl,” The Milk Maid whispered, reaching out and wrapping the heroine in a warm embrace. “Come on, darling,” she said firmly, helping her down into a more comfortable position. Once she was sprawled across the Milk Maid’s lap, the sinister villain cradled her to her bosom gently, grinning as Kara began suckling in earnest.

     The sweet, creamy liquid filled her mouth and trickled down her throat, stuffing her belly with a soothing warmth that spread throughout her entire body, filling her limbs with a pleasant, tingling heaviness. Soon, Kara found herself almost addicted to the wonderfully warm milk, unable to get enough of it. She sucked and gulped urgently, her stomach getting full. The more she drank, the dreamier she felt, like her head was filling with soft pink cotton candy. All her adult concerns slipped away, the mission, her friends, all of it disappearing behind a fog of babyish pleasure that was shrouding her mind.  With the last of her strength, she reached up to cup Nicole’s breast, unconsciously squeezing it softly.

     The Milk Maid just watched with a superior smirk... bringing the mighty Kryptonian under her control with the power of her milk was easily the highlight of her career thus far, and everything she’d ever fantasized about. The milk would cloud her mind and eliminate what little remained of her continence following her encounter with the kryptonite. It would make her weak and helpless in ways she never even thought possible, leaving her helpless and pliable... ready to be moulded by the hands of the Milk Maid.

     Kara had no idea how long she lay in that position... time no longer held much meaning for her, and neither did almost anything else at this point. The only thing she was concerned with was getting enough milk, filling her belly to the bursting point with it.

     A vague discomfort was building along with her fullness, and Kara was temporarily plagued by an uncomfortable sensation. The pressure within her built and built... then suddenly released, a strangely familiar hissing sound ringing in her ears. The pamper between her thighs grew warm at wet, puffing up against her pussy... she realized, with a distant stab of embarrassment, that she’d completely wet her diaper without knowing it.

     Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Supergirl had finally gotten her fill. Disengaging herself with a contented sigh, she gazed up into her nemesis’ face with a sleepy expression, frowning at Nicole’s superior smirk. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that this lady couldn’t be trusted... that she had bad intentions for her... that she’d somehow stolen something very important from her.

     But she didn’t have time to worry about it... Nicole pulled Kara close, embracing her warmly and patting her softly on the back, coaxing out a sizable belch. She followed it up with another, and then another, and although the Girl Of Steel still possessed just enough sense to feel embarrassed about being burped like a giant baby, it did blessedly relieve the bloated pressure that had built up in her stomach.

     “That-a-girl,” Nicole said, rocking her back and forth and patting her on the back, stroking her hair soothingly. The girl had slipped nicely into a state of docile, infantile dependence... for the moment, at least, Supergirl was completely under her control, as attached to The Milk Maid as a newborn was to her mother. Reaching down instinctively to check her diaper, Nicole was delighted to discover that Kara had wet it during her feeding... just like a real baby, she thought with a smile.

     It was time to get her back to headquarters and finish the first phase of her regression.

20 minutes later, Kara found herself swaddled like a newborn and placed inside Wolfe’s Red Solar Energy Chamber... essentially a glorified tanning bed. Sucking a large pacifier, she gazed up at The Milk Maid with a dazed, quizzical expression squirming as best she could when Nicole reached down to stroke her cheek.

     “Nighty night,babykins,” she cooed sweetly, banding down to kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll see you after your nap, OK, honey?”

     Kara watched solemnly as the lid closed slowly, sealing her in. Nicole activated the chamber with a grin... she would be bombarded with low level red solar radiation, which would effectively scrub what remained of her powers, rendering her as weak and helpless as a baby.

     Next would come the mental conditioning, her intelligence reduced, her memories edited down until nothing adult remained. Wolfe had further prescribed the former Supergirl be given a monthly enema with water that had been lightly irradiated by the brown kryptonite, ensuring her continued weakness and incontinence. Regular treatments of red solar radiation would take care of any residual energy she had left. Nicole had to give it to Wolfe-- he had it planned out perfectly. Poor Supergirl: the Milk Maid had a feeling she wouldn’t be soaring majestically through the skies over Metropolis any time soon!

     Leaving the room, Nicole decided to head to her quarters for a quick shower before the final phase of the mission. The Kryptonian was tough... but the Amazon was going to be the real challenge, and it was going to require all of them working together as a unit to take her down... she hoped that she and her colleagues were up to the task.

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