Regression Crisis Issue Eighteen (Patreon)

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“Bat-Baby is yours,”  Ava ‘The Paddler’ Harding said to her companion,  Nicole ‘The Milk Maid’ Foster. “I’ll keep the Bossy Bitch busy,” she grinned, cracking her knuckles, her paddles jingling and jangling at her side with every move they she made. “Once you’ve dealt with the Bat, get Betsy loose and get inside and help me finish up with Wonder Buns... not that I’ll need it,” she said smugly.

    Beside her, The Milk Maid removed her Bottle Blaster from it’s holster, making sure it was operational. The bottle shaped chemical thrower was designed to fire blasts of her milk with pinpoint accuracy, instantly bringing the victim under her thrall. “Careful Ava-- remember, the boss doesn’t want her damaged,” Nicole reminded, making sure her outfit was straight and her cleavage was amply revealed. “Don’t forget that you’re already in for a punishment because of they way you handled that Harley Quinn thing...”

     “Thanks for the reminder,” Ava muttered. Her cohort giggled obnoxiously, leaving Ava to sweat, wondering what punishment Wolfe would cook up for her this time. Last time she disobeyed him, she found herself strapped into that damn machine of his, her mind bent into an infantile pretzel, and although he restored her after a couple of days, she was left with no memory of what had transpired... however, Wolfe graciously provided her with an hour long DVD of her weekend. Two minutes of watching herself crawling around his feet in a loaded and saggy diaper was more than enough for her to blushingly remove the disc and destroy it. She shuddered to think what he’d have for her this time.

     She forced it out of her mind and focused on the task at hand. Wonder Woman’s attention was focused completely on her comrade, making it easy for them to get the drop on them. Her troubles forgotten, Ava found her smile again.  

“Great Hera!” Wonder Woman exclaimed, staring in awe at Batgirl’s new uniform. The change seemed to have finished, an eerie stillness descending over the scene. Barbara was left staring, numbed with shame and horror at the sight of herself reduced to an infantile parody of the heroine she had been just moments before. She almost looked like an adorable two year old girl who’s parents had dressed her in a cute Halloween costume-- save for the fact that her ample cleavage and long, sexy bare legs clearly marked her as a beautiful adult woman to anyone who looked.  

     The amazon princess, meanwhile, was left to worry if she would be next. Diana gritted her teeth and stilled her breathing, determined to accept her fate with the stoic dignity befitting of an amazonian warrior.  

     She heard gravel crunching behind her, followed by the brief hiss of The Paddler’s boot cutting through the air. She had no time to block, so Diana had no choice but to roll with the kick as it propelled her through the glass storefront in front of her. All around her were Wolfe brand Adult Baby products, from diapers and powder to cribs and highchairs to enema’s and rectal thermometers... everything a mommy or daddy would need to care for a big baby girl.

     She was up on her feet in moments, assuming a fighting stance just in time to block Ava, who charged in after her with a series of powerful punches and elbows. The Paddler’s attacks were relentless, her enhanced speed forcing the dazed Diana to push herself to her limits just to keep up.

      With a sudden grunt, The Paddler was able to drive a fist through Diana’s guard, striking her in the stomach, and although is was akin to punching a slab of solid steel, Ava still grinned when the Amazon crumpled forward with a painful moan, her blue bloomered bottom sticking out prominently behind her. With a cheeky grin, Ava pivoted around her foe, licking her palm to wet it before delivering a single, powerful, open handed swat to the seat of Wonder Woman’s britches, drawing a squeal of pain and outrage from the warrior princess.

     Diana turned to face her opponent, her fury further inflamed by The Paddler’s cocky grin. “Wow... nice ass, babe,” she said, shaking the sting out of her own palm. “Maybe I’ll kiss it all better for you... after I turn it nice and red!”

Briefly stunned into inaction, Barbara was about to follow the fighters inside and lend a hand when she heard the sweet, sexy voice behind her.

     “Hey baby. Can I buy you a drink?”

     “Huh...? Gggaaahh!” Batgirl cried, turning towards the voice and receiving a blast of cool, tasty milk in her open mouth for her troubles. Choking, she tried and failed to keep herself from swallowing the liquid, gasping for air as she gazed into the lovely face of her tormentor.

     The Milk Maid twirled her Bottle Blaster by it’s trigger guard and returned it to it’s holster like an old west gunfighter, grinning at her latest victim, watching her struggle futilely against the milk’s effects. “Awww... you poor thing,” Nicole murmured, her voice soft like velvet. “You’ve had such an exhausting day haven’t you?”

     “Get... git yer hands... up...” Barbara managed, shaking her head in a vain attempt at clearing the cobwebs that were cluttering up her brain. The world was spinning and Barbara was beginning to feel light and carefree. The woman in front of her was so gorgeous, Batgirl couldn’t help grinning shyly at her. The lady had massive breasts, and Barbara surprised herself by imagining what it would be like to drink from them. Unknowingly, a line of drool began trickling down her chin.  

     “Aren’t you just so cute in your little outfit?” Nicole said, smiling when the superheroine flushed with pleasure in response. “What do you say, baby?” The Milk Maid said with a wink, opening the front of her costume to reveal her titanic tits, the nipples hard and dark, ready to be sucked on. “Ready for a little drink?”

     Eyes glazed, lips wet with drool, her delicate pink tongue protruding ever so slightly, Batgirl was all to eager to bend in close. She took the engorged nipple into her mouth with an excited murmur, the scent of Nicole’s perfumed bosom driving her mad. The nipple tasted sweet in her mouth, and she sucked eagerly and was rewarded almost immediately with a mouthful of warm, frothy milk. It went down easily, and after only a few swallows, her brilliant tactical mind was beginning to feel heavy and sluggish.

     “Hey!” Betsy Wetsy cried from her place in the stroller. “I hate to break up this beautiful moment, but could you get me out of this thing, please?”

     Reluctantly, Nicole pried Batgirl from her tit, grinning when the superheroine emitted a pathetic mewling sound in protest of being cut off. The Milk Maid simply cupped the heroine’s face gently and gazed into her eyes. “You just wait here, sweetie-- I’ll be right back, and then you can have some more milk... OK, baby?”

     Barbara nodded solemnly and popped a thumb into her mouth, sucking eagerly in an attempt at consoling herself while Nicole squatted in front of the stroller, pulling a switchblade from her stocking and using it to free Betsy Wetsy, who practically climbed over-top of her comrade freeing herself.

     “’Bout time,” she said, smiling evilly as she strutted towards the store, looking surprisingly confident and in control for someone dressed like a giant toddler, her pampers crinkling loudly behind her as she went. “I’ve got a score to settle,” she growled, thinking back to the humiliating public dirty diaper change she’d suffered at the hands of Wonder Woman... Payback’s a bitch, she thought, pushing her way into the store.

     But the Milk Maid wasn’t listening... she was giving the squirming, blushing Big Baby Zatanna an approving glance over, enjoying her magically induced regression. I’m such a sucker for a woman who’s beautiful and helpless in equal proportions, she thought with a sigh, reaching out to free the sorceress from the stroller. Zatanna, for her part, was mesmerized by the Milk Maid’s breasts, staring and salivating at the sight of the moist, dark nipples.

     Freed from the stroller, Zatanna was lifted and carried by the Milk Maid to a nearby bench, where she was settled into the villain's lap and allowed to nurse, which she did eagerly. Fixing Barbara with an inviting smile, The Milk Maid beckoned her. Batgirl waddled over shyly, diaper and plastic pants crinkling noisily behind her.  

     She settled in on the opposite side, leaning in and latching onto the free nipple eagerly. Nicole allowed herself a satisfied smile, cradling the two former heroine close and allowing them to suckle themselves deeper and deeper under her control.