Regression Crisis Issue Sixteen (Patreon)

Sorry again it took so long to get this one up, everyone.  

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Harley smiled and studied her friend and one-time lover’s body, licking her lips hungrily. She ran her eyes across Ivy’s smooth bare skin and took time to appreciate the way her pampers made her bottom swell outwards in a way Harley found both cute and strangely attractive. The aphrodisiac was raging through her body, amplifying her naturally horny disposition, making her desperate for the touch of the botanical beauty.

     Finally, she couldn’t resist any longer-- reaching out, she brought her hand down on Ivy’s heavily padded butt with a swat that was more loud than forceful.

    “Mmm!” Ivy emitted a shocked (but not unhappy) squeal from behind her pacifier. Harley kept her hand on the seat of Poison Ivy’s pampers, rubbing and squeezing her bulging tush, occasionally allowing her fingers to stray between her legs to give that pampered pussy a subtle rub.

     “Oooo,” Ivy purred in response, waggling her bum in the air behind her. The sensual redhead was also aware of a building heat in her loins, and Harley was seriously cute, even in her regressed state. Ivy knew instinctively her companion was weaker and less mobile than she was, leaving it up to her to take the initiative. She crawled towards the object of her desire, her full, red lips smiling seductively as she closed in. A strange, sexy nervousness came over Harley, her heart thumping in her chest, a giggly excitement settling over her as Ivy crawled closer, reminding Harley of a lioness stalking her dinner.  

     Ivy descended on her with a kiss, forcing the weaker Harley down onto her back on the floor of the playroom. With her heart racing, her pussy going all hot and moist in her pampers, Harley watched Ivy coming closer and closer to her with mounting excitement. With her diaper crinkling in the air behind her, she pounced upon the helpless, horny Harley, kissing her roughly, her hands exploring her body.  

     Pushing their tongues into each other’s mouths hungrily, the two regressed little sluts groaned and fondled each other’s bodies. Groaning, Ivy pinned Harley to the floor by her wrists and kissed her aggressively, and the pretty blonde Adult Baby responded enthusiastically. She just wished her stomach didn’t feel so weird-- was the oatmeal disagreeing with her?

     Had her intellect not been so diminished, Harley might have caught on to what was happening sooner... but with her IQ reduce to well below normal, it was hard for her to form complex chains of thoughts at the best of times, let alone when she was distracted by a make out session with a sexy babe.

     As it was, it was Ivy who felt the first effects of the oatmeal. Like Harley, her stomach had been rumbly ever since she’d finished lunch... too bad she didn’t understand that in her regressed state, her brain would no longer pick up on signals from her bladder and colon telling her that they were getting full. Neither Ivy or Harley would be able to tell that their bladders and bowels were full of urine, gas and poop until it was too late... which Ivy gave a demonstration of when she ripped a fat, juicy fart right in the middle of their steamy make out session.

     “Ew!” cried Harley, who’d been rubbing and squeezing Ivy’s padded hiney. The fart had rumbled the seat of Ivy’s pampers, and Harley pulled her hands away, grossed out by her friend’s behaviour.

     But if Ivy felt any embarrassment, she gave no sign, and immediately went back to making out with the reluctant Harley, who lacked the strength and coordination to resist. Harley was horrified, but as the kisses rained down, she found it impossible to resist the heat building in her loins.

     “Uuuhhhuhh,” Ivy moaned, nuzzling and sucking gently on Harley’s neck. Thrusting her pelvis, she began sliding her diapered crotch against Harley’s squirming body, gurgling delightedly, her slit throbbing wetly. The room was quiet but for the smacking of their lips, their interlacing moans, and the frantic crinkling of their bulky diapers. Ivy humped her lover, groaning waves of pleasure making her shiver. She was in the midst of a powerful backward thrust, her butt stuck up high in the air behind her, when she emitted another bassy, bubbly fart, little muffled by her diaper, which reverberated in the quiet of the playroom.

     “Aw! Ivy!” Harley scolded, crinkling her nose against the hint of odour that had begun to emerge. But Ivy acted like she didn’t even notice... and if Harley was honest, the gurgle in her own guts was getting hard to ignore. A sharp cramp in her side revealed itself in the form of an uncontrollable fart that was somehow even louder and more bubbly than Ivy’s. Harley gasped, her cheeks reddening when Ivy giggled and kissed her, pressing down on the squirming blonde’s abdomen.

     A loud, gassy toot was her reward, and Ivy responded by pressing in tightly and sticking her tongue down the blushing Harley’s throat. Her guts were roaring inside her like a jet engine, and Harley had an awful feeling things were about to escalate in a very major way.

     Her fears were underscored by a wet, greasy gasser from Ivy, who took time out from their make-out session to give a relieved sigh before pressing onward with a smouldering smooch. Harley, heart racing and pussy soaking wet, was now in the awkward position of trying to enjoy herself while clenching her buttocks inside her crinkling diaper, trying desperately to maintain control of her bowels.

    But following her regression treatments, it seemed that exercising any kind of power over her own body was out of the question, and the diapered she-clown could only whimper when a catastrophic farting sound exploded out of the back of her diaper, and Harley’s bottom lip quivered when she realized it hadn't been all gas.

     “Ivy... stop!” she groaned between kisses. “I gotta go potty-- you have to... to stop,” she moaned, not very convincingly.

     Ivy pulled back, and Harley was simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she seemed to have listened to her command. But the word ‘potty’ wasn’t even in the redheaded villainess’ vocabulary anymore. Forcing her legs open, Ivy mounted Harley, pressing their diapered pussies together and began humping, slowly at first, then with greater speed and force. Her own arousal hitting fever pitch, Harley couldn’t resist the urge to reach around and squeeze her lovers ass through the thick padding of her diaper with one hand, cupping and gently squeezing her tits with the other.

     Another gassy spattering sound erupted, disrupting the quiet smacking of their kissing and the groans of their ecstasy. Ivy’s thrusting barely even slowed as the back of her diaper began to bulge and turn brown behind her with a series of sticky, muddy squelches.

     Harley groaned, her stomach rolling, the load in Ivy’s diaper all hot and lumpy against her palm, growing larger by the second... but she was in no position to resist... they steady rhythm of Ivy’s grinding against her pussy had her paralyzed with passion, and her own stomach was gurgling ominously. No sooner did she feel a sharp cramp in her side then she uncontrollably messed her diaper with a nasty wet farting sound. Harley gasped, shivering as she felt her diaper filling up with a muddy mess, even as Ivy’s enthusiastic humping pushed her closer and closer to a climax.  

     Ivy’s grinding suddenly slowed to a virtual stop-- Harley looked up into her face quizzically, saw the sheen of glossy sweat on her face, heard her grunting softly to herself and realized what she was doing moments before...

     SSSPPPPLLLAAARRRTTT! Ivy’s grunting was rewarded with a volcanic diarrhea explosion, violently voiding the mushy contents of her bowels into her already loaded diaper. “Mmmm!” she murmured lustily, thrusting her pelvis and grinding herself up against Harley with renewed abandon.

     Beneath her, Harley was fighting a loosing battle. She knew it was wrong, depraved, even disgusting, but she couldn’t help herself from being almost painfully aroused by the situation. Worse, her bowels were achingly full, but the scraps of her adult mind wouldn’t allow her to just let go like Ivy, forcing her to lose control in fits and starts, farting out a mushy glob here and there, temporarily regaining control, only to lose it again with another spasm of uncontrollable, gassy diarrhea minutes later.  

     And as her orgasm overtook her, she no longer cared. Their simultaneous cries of passion intermingled with the sounds of their bowels involuntarily voiding into the bulging seats of their pampers, loading their already loaded diapers to capacity.

     “Uh! Oh... BOOM-BOOM!” Ivy cried, coming and going simultaneously, her buttocks parting to accommodate a major muddy mess into the seat of her already heavily pooped pampers, even as she shuddered, the pleasure centres of her brain overloading.

     Beneath her, Harley could only grunt and shiver, her own earth shattering orgasm boiling over inside her. The mess in her pants squished with every little move she made, but she still had more in her, and as she explosively climaxed, she lost what little control she had left, helpless to do anything but grunt and writhe as she unleashed a highly flatulent mudslide into her diaper, vaguely amazed by the amount of messy brown poo-poo she still had left inside her.

     Spent and stinky, the two ex-villains collapsed into a sweaty heap on the playroom floor.  Exhausted, heaving for breath, sleep settled over them within moments. Watching from over the security camera, Wolfe smiled to himself, contemplating what he was going to do with the footage.

What would you like to see in the next instalment?