Regression Crisis Issue Thirteen (Patreon)

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Strapped into her glorified dentist chair, Harley watched Wolfe approach her with mounting fear... and anticipation. Beneath her, her diaper crinkled like a plastic bag with every wiggle and squirm, it’s slick padding slipping and sliding against the seat. Her unabashedly free and kinky nature already had her looking forward to it-- and witnessing Ivy’s regression had her even more curious... and anxious. She wondered what it would feel like to have her womanhood and maturity and stolen from her by this sexy, confident man.

     She glanced over at Poison Ivy, giggling when she saw The Paddler take her by the ankles and lift her legs into the air, revealing Ivy’s dirty bum to the room, each of her pale, plump buttocks smeared with sticky brown poo-poo. Ivy simply gurgled and made baby noises to herself, not in any way disturbed, embarrassed, or upset abut her position. The woman she had been had was gone, replaced with a silly, stupid, gurgling baby. Harley wondered what she’d be like by the time Wolfe had his wicked way with her... the thought made her shiver.

     “I see there’s one thing that won’t need much adjustment,” Wolfe said archly gesturing towards the meter on Harley’s screen marked ‘libido,’ which was already almost full. Harley grinned sheepishly-- the machine had her number! “Hey, this thing must be screwy,” she said, not too convincingly, “I’m a pure and delicate little flower... honest!”

     Wolfe chuckled and clacked away at the keyboard. “Maybe so, but you’re still dangerous, darling. Here-- let me fix that.”

     Instantly, Harley was flooded with a giddy euphoria... a ticklish sensation spreading from her brain down throughout her body... a sensation she would definitely describe as sexual in nature. On the screen, the meter marked ‘coordination’ began disappearing one bar at a time. Harley’s eyes bulged as she watched it vanish, more rapidly than Ivy’s had.

     “Now you asked for something special,” he said. Harley struggled to focus and listen to what he was saying... it was difficult with the heavy but pleasurable tingle that had settled into her arms, legs, and torso. “And I’m happy to oblige you, darling-- but it means I’m going to have to take you a bit... lower... in certain areas.”

     Harley watched her coordination dip lower and lower, a shiver of delightful horror rippling through her when she realized it had finally settled somewhere below Ivy’s.

     “I’m afraid,” he said, “that you’re going to find anything more strenuous than sitting up and a little light crawling quite impossible now, sweetie.”

     Harley’s eyes went wide, the ramifications of this statement triggering an avalanche of conflicting emotions and desires inside her when she realized she was effectively a prisoner inside her own body now, her acrobatic and fighting skills rendered useless. She was helpless, dependant... and inside her thick, crinkly diapers, her privates were soaking wet.

     “Of course, we can’t forget this if you really want the full baby treatment,” Wolfe said, feeling more powerful then ever when he hit enter and the meter marked ‘continence’ began dropping, one bar at a time.

     Harley’s jaw dropped. Squealing, kicking her feet against her bonds, a surge of erotic energy running through her body. On some level, she thought Wolfe might not give her the full diaper dependence trip like he had with Ivy... but watching the bars disappear from the screen one at a time, it seemed as though she was going to be in the same position as her friend, if not even worse off!

      “Uuuuuhhh-hhhhuuhhh...” she groaned fruitlessly humping the air and helplessly pissing herself as her continence was utterly erased. Between her thighs, the diaper grew bulky and squishy against her pussy, making it throb even harder, driving her mad with passion. Soon her continence was ranked even lower than Ivy’s, and she recalled what he’d said about her being unable to control her bowels and bladder on any level, thought about herself, a beautiful, educated, professional woman, wetting and messing her diapers uncontrollably, totally reliant on someone else to clean her, change her, dress her, feed her... it filled her with a horrifying arousal.

     “Now... I know that you didn’t want me to ‘take you down completely’...” he said, and Harley shivered, heaving for breath on the table, both anticipating and dreading what was coming next. “So we’ll leave those memories of yours intact-- for now anyway,” he said with a sinister chuckle. “But... you’re intelligence is another thing altogether... you are such a clever baby, I think it would be dangerous to leave you with your full intellect.”

    She made a small, choked sound, but before she could respond, she was flooded with that strange erotic energy once again, more powerful than before. “Hhhhuuhhh-- Ooooohh!” She cried, kicking against her bonds, watching her intelligence meter dipping ever so slowly.

     “Don’t worry, sweetie,” he assured, watching her wriggle, the diaper beneath her loins crinkling and squishing ever so softly. “I’m just shaving a few points off your IQ... just enough to make sure you behave yourself like a good little girl.”

     The way she felt, Harley didn’t care if he flushed every single IQ point she had down the toilet-- becoming a stupid, silly diaper bimbo was positively one of the most perversely kinky thrills she’d ever experienced... she squirmed and writhed and thrust her hips excitedly, the tickling, tingling pleasure driving her to the edge of spontaneous orgasmic combustion. The world became clouded, years of knowledge slipping through her fingers like water, the more advanced things vanishing completely, the basics becoming fuzzy and disjointed.

Ooooohhh... gettin’ stoopid, Harley thought, drool running down her chin. She shuddered, throbbing with pleasure, watching her intelligence dwindle slowly, one notch at a time. At last, he settled her IQ somewhere in the mid 60s-- well below average, and certainly rendering whatever threat she might have posed null and void. The dangerous criminal was now a helpless, squirming adult baby, unable to even control her bodily functions, barely even able to crawl. She still possessed her memories, every single one she’d had when she began the treatment: decades of schooling, and years of experience as a criminal were still there... but she no longer possessed the intelligence to even understand most of it... he’d left her with just enough knowledge to let her know how truly stupid she was now. She tried to feel outraged, but mostly she just felt horny.

     Wolfe appeared over her-- she scowled up at him, but her displeasure didn’t last once he’d removed her bonds. Freed, she squirmed and gurgled happily, soggy diaper squishing wetly under her bottom. He looked down at her with a smile, reaching out to teasingly trail his fingers down the smooth expanse of her bare stomach, making her twitch with giggly pleasure. Sticking his hand down the front of her diaper, he pronounced her wet to the smiling Paddler and the giggling Poison Ivy, now clean and freshly powdered and pampered.

     “You want me to change her?” The Paddler asked with relish.

     “Don’t push your luck,” he said, his smile making her gulp. “You’re still looking at a punishment later for disobeying orders, young lady.”

     The Paddler sweated, fretting, afraid she was about to receive a humiliating punishment in front of the two women whose regression she’d so gleefully participated in. She sighed, relieved when he scooped Harley up into his arms. “I think I’ll be attending to this one myself. Take Pammy down to the nursery... I’ll get this one ready and meet you down there.”

He carried Harley down the hall with one arm tucked under her squishy diaper tushy, and Harely wracked what was left of her brain to remember if the briefing had said anything about Wolfe possessing augmented strength. But her brain was too mushy, the information is still possessed to complex for her to make any sense of, so she just enjoyed the ride, cuddling against him, resting her head against his shoulder.  

     She found herself on her back on a changing table in a private bathroom-- alone with her new Daddy, naked but for her pissy pamper. The tapes on the front of her diaper were torn open with strong, swift tugs, the ripping sound echoing loudly in the confines of the bathroom. He wasted no time in folding the front panel down, revealing her sopping wet neither regions. “I knew it-- soaking wet,” he said with a sigh, lifting her by the ankles so he could remove the wet diaper and ball it up, discarding it into the nearby diaper pail.  

     “You poor thing,” he said softly, running his finger across her pussy, smooth and freshly shaved. Bending down, he began planting warm, wet kisses on her face, neck and tits, making Harley pant and groan excitedly.

     She heard him unzip, looked just in time to see him free his cock and she cooed and shivered in pleasure when she saw the size of it. Her pussy was sopping wet, and he pushed inside her with ease. Harley’s newly awkward body, stripped of it’s dancer’s grace, twitched and shuddered spasmodically on the changing table. Spreading her legs, she lifted them to give him maximum access to her moist pussy, she rolled her hips in time with his thrusting, grunting and gurgling, what remained of her higher brain functions temporarily shut down so she could devote all of her energy to her greedy pursuit of sexual satisfaction. The Adult Baby Bimbo was positively starved for an orgasm, and she grunted and groaned, squealing gratefully, her eyes rolling back when he reached out to play with her nipples.

     Screaming and drooling, her dulled intellect dedicating itself solely to obtaining the erotic satisfaction she so desperately craved, Harley enthusiastically allowed The Big Bad Wolfe to fuck her to an explosive orgasm.

     Minutes later, she was all fresh and clean and sealed into a new pamper, the bulky plastic crinkling under her wriggling bum. Harley sighed, her flesh tingling and goose pimpled in her post coital bliss. She allowed him to gather her into his arms and carry her, nude but for her diaper, down the hall and into the nursery to find her an outfit. The only discomfort she felt was the hungry rumble in her tummy as he carried her with ease towards her new life.

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