Regression Crisis Issue Fourteen (Patreon)

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I think we might be coming up on the end of voting this story-- it's pretty much a straight shot to the end from this point (though we’ll probably check in on our regressed heroines a couple of times before the finish.) I don’t want anyone in the audience participation tier to worry-- when the voting ends with this story, we’ll start on a new one from scratch like we did with Demoted.  

With her messy diaper squishing with every little step, Batgirl produced a set of shackles, which they used to secure Betsy Wetsy’s wrists to her waist (thus making it impossible for her to use her powers.) Wonder Woman then procured a twin stroller from a woman who lived nearby (with a promise that Wayne Enterprises would provide a replacement for her within the next 48 hours.) The regressed Zatanna, still sporting a sagging, poopy diaper, and the shackled Betsy were loaded into the stroller, side by side.

     Diana pushed it through the park with ease, Batgirl trailing slightly behind, her gross, messy diaper squishing against her tight, toned tushy with every step. The brainy librarian blushed-- what would her father say if he saw her now? Her cheeks went as red as her hair at the thought.

     Wonder Woman knew that the mission should take priority, but she didn’t want Zatanna to develop a rash on her tush, so her priority now was to find somewhere private to change her messy pants. Fortunately, Wolfe industries had already seen fit to install fully functional diaper changing facilities designed specifically for adults all across the city, so Diana didn’t have to look very far to find one.  

     Trailed by Batgirl, Wonder Woman rolled the stroller into the changing room, and Barbara was relieved to see it was blissfully empty. Diana parked the stroller, unstrapped Zatanna and lifted her effortlessly from her seat, hefting her under her arms. The former Sorceress Supreme cooed happily, grinning stupidly at Diana and making wet airplane noises with her mouth. Her maternal instincts kicking into overdrive, Diana couldn’t help smiling warmly. Her friend’s fate was, of course, horrifying, but she still felt as warm and protective towards her as she would her own child.

     The Amazon Princess set the Adult Baby on the table, the load in her diaper squishing audibly beneath her rounded bottom, filling the space between her buttocks with warm, gooey mush. “Oooo!” she squeaked, not unhappily, unconsciously wiggling her rump in the mushy mudpie in her pants.

  “Let’s get that diaper changed darling,” Diana said, her lightly accented words sweet and soothing as she helped Zatanna recline into a more comfortable position. She reached out, grabbing the tabs and tearing them open, then folded down the front of the diaper, revealing both the magnitude of Zatanna’s mess and blanketing the room in a fog of poopy diaper stink... and poor Wonder Woman was bearing the brunt of it. From her spot in the stroller, Betsy Wetsy admired her handiwork and allowed herself a grin... her powers had wreaked havoc on the magician’s bowels, and the inside of the diaper was utterly decimated, the back panel loaded to capacity with a mucky brown mess, her smooth, soft buttocks caked equally thick.

     “Whew-wee!” Diana said teasingly, crinkling her upturned princess’ nose and fanning her face. “You made Ma Ma a stinky present, didn’t you precious?”

     On the table, Zatanna giggled and gurgled sweetly, grinning broadly up at Wonder Woman. In her present condition, it was easy for her to slot Diana into the role of maternal caregiver (though she knew deep down she wasn’t her real mother), and it was a role the Amazon warrior found herself slipping into easily.

     “Upsy daisy,” Diana said, wrapping a powerful but gentle hand around her squirming charge’s ankles and lifting them into the air with ease, plucking a baby wipe from the dispenser and going straight to work, cleaning the magician’s messy brown hiney for the second time that day with the same stoic efficiency she brought to battle. At no point did she neglect her charge, making sure to coo softly to her, smiling and making eye contact to put her at ease.

     Hanging back, Barbara put her own problems aside to watch her friend and comrade at work. She never ceased to be amazed by Wonder Woman’s grace, the way she could adapt to any situation, from fighting monsters to changing diapers, with finesse and dignity. Looking at the situation objectively, there was almost no way to tell they weren’t actually mother and daughter, and there was something about the way she smiled to put Zatanna at ease, even as she cleaned the sticky brown mess off her bum, that Batgirl found oddly heartwarming.

     Diana finished her clean-up, then quickly washed her hands before moving onto the ointment. Zatanna gurgled and cooed cheerfully, the sensation of the powerful superheroine massaging the diaper rash cream into her butt and her soft, sensitive pussy, making her shudder.  

     Moments later, Diana had her powdered and sealed into a fresh pamper, bending down to blow a couple of loud raspberries on Zatanna’s bare tummy, making her squeal and wiggle in place on the table, fresh diaper crinkling beneath her tushy.

     Wonder Woman scooped Zatanna up into her arms and got her settled into the stroller again. Shaking off her reverie, Barbara decided she’d put it off long enough... it was time to get her own messy diaper changed.  

     She was looking for a stall or something where she could take care of herself in private when she felt strong, steely fingers grip her by the wrist. Surprised, Barbara looked up into Wonder Woman’s smiling face with a quizzical expression.

     “Come along, Batgirl,” the amazon said, leading her long time ally towards the changing table. “It’s your turn now.”

     “Oh, Diana, no,” she said, politely. She didn’t want to offend her friend, but she could definitely handle her own diaper change. “There’s really no reason for you to...”

     “No trouble at all,” Diana said firmly, taking her up under the arms and easily hefting her into the air. Barbara barely had time to emit a squeak of protest before Wonder Woman set her down on the table with a splat. Barbara’s mouth turned into an ‘o’ of shock and distaste, the mess in her pants squishing across her bum and spurting up her crack.

     “OOOHHH!” she exclaimed, the disgusting sensation of the poopy spreading into every nook and cranny nothing compared to what she felt when she looked into Diana’s friendly but determined face.

     “Lay back,” she instructed, pushing Barbara down onto her back. Before Batgirl could protest, the amazon princess had already removed her boots and had her pants down around her knees. Watching Wonder Woman strip the high and mighty Batgirl from the stroller, it was all Betsy could do to keep from laughing. She’d certainly made these stuffy super-bitches look stupid. She only regretted that she hadn’t been able to humiliate Wonder Woman-- not yet, anyway!

     On the table, Barbara sucked in a deep, shaky breath as Diana began the ritual once again by tearing the tapes and opening the diaper; Barbara closed her eyes in embarrassment, the sensation of the messy diaper pealing away from her skin making her cringe with humiliation... especially when the smell hit. As bad as Zatanna’s messy pampers had been, Batgirl discovered it was even worse when it was your poopy butt up on the changing table.

     She gasped when she felt the cool baby-wipe against her ass, cleaning the thick brown mess off her bottom in long, confident swipes. The soiled cloth was discarded and another quickly replaced it, Diana returning to her work, cleaning up Zatanna with neat efficiency. Batgirl chewed her lip, biting back a sob of humiliation when she felt the wipe passed right up her butt crack clearing out most, but not all, of the sticky poo-poo. Another wet-wipe quickly cleared away the remaining residue, leaving her tushy clean and fresh again.

     And just when poor Barbara thought she couldn’t feel more like a baby, her ankles were grasped, her legs were lifted, bringing her well toned hiney into view, which was quickly powdered and patted, gently but firmly, like a little girl with diaper rash. Her precious pussy was next, and she couldn’t help but admit that it felt lovely when her strong, beautiful friend patted it in.

     But she didn’t have time to appreciate it. With lightning speed, Wonder Woman had a diaper slipped under her comrade’s wriggling bottom before pulling it up and sealing it shut quickly.  

     Before she knew it, Barbara was once again having her tight pants (just barely) pulled up over her diaper. Finally, Diana slipped her boots back on and helped her unsteadily to her feet, and the group was ready to move on again.

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