Regression Crisis Issue Seventeen (Patreon)

Sorry I'm a bit late on this and sorry I've been a little out of touch lately.. I'm coming off one of the worst weeks of my life that majorly disrupted everything. Things should be back on track now-- keep your eyes open for the next installment of Doll Face next week, and I hope to have an announcement regarding art projects shortly thereafter. And of course, I haven't forgotten our new audience participation project... I'm still accepting photo submissions (I'll probably make a post about it before the end of the month), once I got some I like we can move forward with the voting. 

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In the solar radiation chamber, Kara “Supergirl” Danvers dozed soundly,  her body bathed in the low crimson light that served to flush what remained of her mighty strength out of her body and render her as weak and helpless as any other human being. Time slipped away, and Kara had no idea how long she lay there before the soft lights suddenly went out, the gentle but omnipresent hum generated by them slowly dying along with the light. Surrounded suddenly by total darkness and silence, Supergirl awakened, nervous, straining futilely at the fabric she’d been swaddled into.

     But the fabric had been wrapped around her with expert tightness, constricting her into immobility. Without her mighty strength, Kara could do little more than uselessly rock back and forth ever so slightly, whimpering at her newfound weakness.

     Minutes ticked by, and she began to wonder if she’d been forgotten. Then, suddenly, the lid of the mechanical sarcophagus swung open slowly, forcing Kara to squeeze her eyes shut against the harsh brightness of the room beyond. Blinking to adjust herself to the lights, she frowned when she saw Wolfe looming above her, looking down with a benevolent  grin.

     “There’s my precious girl!” he said, reaching down and undoing her wrapping. Once freed, Kara had hoped she’d be able to defend herself.. she was dismayed to find she could barely even lift her head. “How’s that diaper?” he asked rhetorically, sticking his fingers into the leg band at the crotch, causing the Girl Of Steel to blush and squirm... but he barely even noticed as he proclaimed her “soggy... but probably OK until after you’ve had your bottle.”

     Scooping her up under her arms, Wolfe pulled her in close, carrying her across the room with the ease of an actual toddler. He settled himself into the large plush chair on the far side of the room. A bottle was already waiting on the table next to them, and Supergirl was barely settled comfortably into his lap when she found the rubber nipple popped into her mouth. The former superheroine was angry and embarrassed to be put in this demeaning position... however, in spite of her outrage, not only was she unable to escape or even resist, she found herself sucking on her bottle almost automatically, the sweet, milky fluid filling her mouth and trickling down her throat.

     She scowled up at him angrily... but felt herself relenting when he gazed upon her and smiled. He was incredibly handsome, and sitting so securely in his lap melted away her anger, and she resigned herself to passively slurping the bottle.

     “Shall we check in on your little friends, baby?” He asked, not expecting an answer. With a remote, he activated the screen on the far side of the room. Supergirl’s eyebrows shot up when she saw Harley Quinn, diapered and regressed in much the same fashion as herself, having an aggressive make-out session with someone who looked like Poison Ivy... and from the look of it, their pampers were quite soiled-- a suspicion that was confirmed when a flatulent mushing sound emerged, followed by a visible bulging of Ivy’s already noticeably stained diapees. Kara watched, horrified and fascinated, as the two villains continued dry-humping themselves to a noisy orgasm in their messy diapers.

     “Well, they seem to have adjusted to their new lives nicely,” Wolfe said with a chuckle. “Let’s see how the others are doing.”

     At the push of a button, the image shifted, and Kara was now looking at Wonder Woman pushing a stroller containing the still drooling and diapered Zatanna, plus another baby-woman she didn’t recognize, accompanied by a shy looking Batgirl. Out of the park now, they were just a few blocks away from Wolfe’s HQ.  But Wolfe didn’t seem concerned as he turned to the beautiful Kryptonian Adult Baby cuddled up into his lap and said with a smile, “she looks uncomfortable, don’t you think?”

     Kara looked up at him quizzically, then back at the screen when he zoomed in on Batgirl’s face.  

     “It’s her new underwear,” he said archly, focusing in on her clearly bulky and padded crotch. “I think she need’s a new wardrobe, don’t you?” he fixed her with a sinister grin and whispered: “did you know I designed ‘alternate costumes’ for all of you?”

     She looked at him with wary eyes as he leaned down and whispered: “want to see what I mean?”

     He didn’t wait for a response, instead hitting a button on the remote and turning towards the screen.

They had almost arrived at Wolfe’s HQ, but the costs had been heavy: Zatanna regressed, pampered, drooling, would be of no use in a confrontation. Further, Harley and Supergirl seemed to have vanished... Diana had no choice but to assume they’d been compromised. That left her and Batgirl... but with her stomach problem, Diana wasn’t sure how much use poor Barbara would be when the fight finally came.  

     For her part, poor Batgirl was struggling to maintain a stiff upper lip in the face of a series of mounting humiliations. From being forced to loudly evacuate her bowels in public to being diapered by an arch-rival to messing herself and getting a diaper change from her annoyingly perfect comrade, it was safe to say she was suffering the worst day of her career.

     Tugging self-consciously at her cape and praying it covered her bulky bum, there was no way either Barbara or anyone else could have possibly predicted that things were about to get much worse for her.

     So silently not even Wonder Woman’s super-human senses could detect it, an army of microscopic machines were gathering. Blocks away, Wolfe’s eyes gleamed-- he could have done virtually anything to any of them at that point... but it was Barbara he was focused on now, poor, long suffering Barbara who was about to be pushed even further down the road to total infantilzation.

     The nanites descended upon her in a great invisible swarm, diving into the fabric of her costume and beginning to shift the molecules, moving and rearranging the fabric into new forms and shapes. There was, of course, no way for Batgirl to know what was happening-- not until it was too late anyway.  

     She became aware of a strange crawling sensation against the skin on her arms. Within moments, the sensation had spread across her entire body, and Barbara found herself squirming and shimmying in place, the strange ticklish feeling spreading into the tender areas under her arms, between her thighs, around her belly button. Soon she was wiggling and jiggling in place, squealing and squawking, the tickling rapidly growing unbearable-- but the worst was still to come.

     Barbara began to notice gaps opening in the fabric of her costume, especially around her knees and midriff. “Hey!” she cried, staring down at herself in disbelief, “what’s happening?!” Looking on with horror, she made a soft noise as small, slowly spreading holes broke out all around the centre of her costume, separating it into a top and bottom half. The top half receded even further, exposing her abs that had been tightened and toned by hours of sit ups at the gym.

     Below her waist, her leggings were vanishing, tiny holes blossoming, growing, and running together, until there was more hole than legging. Meanwhile, the fabric between her waistband and her upper thigh underwent an impossible change, the material shimmering, rippling, becoming a pair of plastic pants right before her eyes. Beneath, her trademark yellow boots underwent a transmutation of their own, shrinking, softening, becoming a pair of flannel booties in the exact same shade of yellow... an infantile parody of the real thing.  

    “Oh my God! What’s happening?!” Barbara shrieked, twisting and turning in place, seeking some way to hide her embarrassment, but it was impossible... her costume continued it’s change, the cape at the back shrinking, creeping up towards the middle of her back, ensuring that her bulging diaper butt was on full display... perfect for diaper checks, she realized with a frown.

     “Batgirl!” Wonder Woman cried, powerless, for all her might, to do anything to help her friend. Diana could only stand by helplessly and watch, the sleeves of her comrade’s costume sprouting a colony of holes that grew and spread until only a t-shirt remained, the sleeves puffy and ruffled in typical preschooler fashion. Only the trademark bat emblem in the center of her chest was left, it’s proud tradition a stinging, mocking irony.  

     She felt a shifting, crawling sensation around her face and head. “My mask!” she cried in horrified realization, praying her identity wouldn’t be revealed... not like this! Turning towards a shop window, Barbara watched, horrified and fascinated in equal measure, as her cowl transformed itself into a soft, frilly baby bonnet... black adorned with tiny bat symbols. The piece over her face, on the other hand, became a simple cloth domino mask across her eyes.

     Finally, the metamorphosis was complete, and the blushing superheroine was allowed to see her new look. Staring at her reflection, inspecting every inch of her new outfit, Barbara was astounded to find how nostalgic she was for just a few minutes ago, when she was simply attempting to conceal a diaper beneath her costume. Dressed as she was now, pampers prominently displayed, clad in bonnets and booties, there was no doubt to anyone who looked that she was becoming an Adult Baby.

     So concerned were they with their own problems, neither heroine saw The Paddler and The Milk Maid exit a white panel van and begin walking up the street towards them.