Regression Crisis Issue Nineteen (Patreon)

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“It won’t be long now!” Wolfe exclaimed happily, raking his fingers lightly across Supergirl’s smooth bare tummy, making her kick and squeal against her will on his lap, chortling like a carefree babe on her daddy’s knee.  

     Not that there was any danger of mistaking her for anything other than a woman. In spite of her humiliating attire, the soggy, wet diapers squishing between her creamy thighs, and her kryptonite-induced physical helplessness, there was no mistaking Kara for anything other than a gorgeous young woman forced to awkwardly adopt the traits and mannerisms of a toddler.

     Supergirl could barely keep track of the battle unfolding onscreen. She was vaguely aware of wonder woman fighting her way through the isles of Wolfe’s Adult Baby Supermart, She had no idea who was winning and at the moment, she didn’t care. Her attention was focused on the ticklish domination she was experiencing and how helpless she felt... especially when a hot, uncontrollable gush of urine further soaking the diaper between her thighs.  

      Without a seconds hesitation, Wolfe reached between her legs and stuck his fingers in though the leg bands and found her pampers soaked.

     “Mmmm!” Kara fussed, squirming, embarrassed by the invasion of her privacy. But her squirming meant very little to Wolfe.

     “Soaked!” He exclaimed, easily hefting her into his arms and carrying her across the room to the changing table. Kara reluctantly wrapped her arms around him, feeling utterly weightless. The now not-so-Super Girl was used to being the most powerful and least fragile person in a room... between being robbed of her powers and Wolfe’s seemingly inhuman strength, the former Girl of Steel felt like she was made of glass.

     He lay her gently atop the changing table, and then simply loomed over her, gazing down at her with a pleased smile, reaching out to gently stroke her golden locks. Supergirl, for her part, could only gaze back suspiciously, able to express her reservations only in the form of squirming on her back and mewing pitifully. Wolfe simply ignored her, tearing open her diaper and pealing it down to reveal a big yellow stain and a soaking wet pussy.  

     The prissy superheroine’s cheeks flared red... she was used to being absolutely in control of herself, and to be rendered helpless and half naked by a very attractive man had the normally very chaste heroine entertaining some very naughty thoughts.

      Almost as though he knew what she was thinking, Wolfe bent down to kiss her, and Kara responded eagerly, her heart pounding, her pussy soaking wet in a way that had nothing to do with her wet diaper. Wriggling, she watched, eyes wide and greedy when he revealed his cock to her. He pushed inside her tight slit, drawing a liquid gasp that turned to delighted squeals.

     As he fucked her, she closed her eyes and shuddered, giving herself over to him completely. In some vague way, she could almost feel some transfer of energy, as though she were literally giving away something of herself in order to experience this pleasure... and bask in his love and protection.

     By the time her orgasm arrived, she felt like a new woman.

“Your ass is mine!” The Paddler growled, launching herself at Diana, Princess of The Amazons with a flurry of punches and kicks. Wonder Woman was forced back, inch by inch, barely keeping up with her aggressor’s strikes. She waited patiently, searching for an opening, but it was like fighting a swarm of wasps, the attacks coming from every direction, leaving her to hope her opponent would grow tired... or make a mistake.

     Instead, she was clipped by a fist to the chin which drove her back against the wall, jarring her, forcing her to drop her defences just long enough to absorb a knee to the chest.

     “Uuhh!” She grunted, winded. Diana felt herself beginning to fall, but before she could hit the floor she was roughly grabbed from behind, a steely forearm wrapped tightly around her windpipe. The Paddler pulled her opponent in close, their sexy bodies pressed together tightly, like lovers.  Ava pressed her cheek against Diana’s, close enough to smell the amazon warrior’s body wash, and began to whisper:

     “You’re so damn sexy,” she husked, rubbing her crotch up against her captive’s butt. “You’re going to look so hot crawling around in diapers,” she cooed, reaching around to squeeze and cup her victim’s tits with her free hand.

     “Uuugh!” Wonder Woman uttered, angered by the invasion of her personal space. She attempted to struggle free, but The Paddler sharply pushed her forward, slamming Diana’s face onto the surface of a nearby changing table, her rump thrust out behind her.

     “Time to make that butt nice and red!” Ava purred, pinning Wonder Woman’s arms at her mid back with one hand, reaching down to stroked her tightly toned buttocks through the fabric of her star spangled bloomers with the other.  

     “Rrrraaa! Stop it!” Diana demanded, kicking and struggling, but unable to get any leverage.

     Ava reached back without looking, selecting a thick but light paddle of shiny, black lacquered wood from her belt, which she simply pressed against her foe’s buns firmly, letting her feel it’s cool, smooth surface against her tush. “Brace yourself, baby,” Ava husked, her pussy throbbing when she raised the paddle into the air behind her. “You’re about to get you you deserve, you prissy little bitch!”

Sneaking in through the door, Elizabeth Ann ‘Betsy Wetsy’ Blaese crept quietly after her prey, following the trail of destruction. The store was littered with debris: diapers, packs of wet wipes, and other Adult Baby related products were strewn about the isles. She stalked slowly past an overturned crib and down one of the isles, familiar voices appearing in the distance. Cautiously, she peeked around the corner, and nearly laughed at the sight of Wonder Woman’s star spangled butt struggling, about to take a serious spanking from The Paddler, who looked like she was utterly relishing her position of power. Well, she’s just going to have to wait her turn, Betsy thought, gathering her psionic powers for the biggest strike of her like. Hope Ava doesn’t mind delivering a spanking to a messy bottom.

     Raising her right hand, she furrowed her brow in concentration, gathering her strength. She’d been practising with her abilities long enough to develop a manoeuvre she referred to as the Shit Bomb-- by building a full power strike without immediately releasing it, she could charge her strike before unleashing intestinal hell upon her foe-- a debilitating diarrheic attack that left her victim messing their pants for hours.

     With an evil grin, she pointed her finger at Diana’s wriggling backside with relish, smugly counting down in her head.

“Brace yourself, babe,” Ava said, adjusting her grip on the paddle. “This might hurt a bit...”

You’ve got that right, Diana though with gritted teeth, blindly driving a heal back with all of her might, catching the poor Paddler right on her shin.

     “AAOOWWCCH!” Ava howled like a scalded cat, dropping her paddle to the floor, releasing her grip and instinctively reaching to grasp her injured leg. Even with her ultra dense skin and bones, the force of the heroine’s kick to such a tender area was more than enough to stop The Paddler in her tracks, at least for now.

     What happened next took only a few moments, but to those involved, those seconds were enough to permanently alter the course of the battle:

     Turning to face her hobbled opponents, Diana spotted the duplicitous Betsy Wetsy lurking in the shadows. With her lips pulled back in a sneer, the villainess launched her attack, fully expecting to not only get her revenge on Wonder Woman by utterly humiliating her, but also to get credit for saving her comrade from a beating at the hands of the enraged Amazon.

     Reacting without thinking, Diana reached out, took The Paddler by the shoulders and twisted, throwing her into the way of Betsy’s blast.  

     Elizabeth’s delighted expression turned to one of shocked dismay, but it was too late. With the force of a tidal wave, the psi-bolt slammed right into the center of The Paddler’s out-thrust rump.

     “Uuuggghhh!” Ava emitted a liquidy grunt, her eyes going round, the full force of the powerful psionic bolt impacting and pushing it’s way through her tight little asshole and forcing itself inside her body.

     “OH MY GOD NO!” Ava shrieked, realizing what had happened even as she felt her bowels roar to life within her with a thunderous rumble. “NOT ME!” she screamed, unable to believe her fate, tightening her anus instinctively against the awful weight that was descending through her, barrelling towards her colon at high speed, straining the enhanced muscles in her buttocks to their max.

     A loud, embarrassing fart made a total mockery of all her efforts. A greasy spattering quickly followed, a powerful surge of muddy brown poop filling the seat of her pants and instantly staining the material a noticeable brown.

     A hyper-flatulent cacophony accompanied by occasional sticky squelching followed, The Paddler loading her pants with a wet mess in long, uncontrollable gushes... had she been able to do more than grunt, Amy would have described the feeling as throwing up out of her ass. Her tight pants grew bulkier at the back, the stain spreading across her entire seat and beginning to trail down the back of each thigh. A thick, barnyard stench began filling the isle.

Outside, The Milk Maid cursed at the commotion in the store. How many people does it take to take care of one superheroine? she thought irritably, getting the two diapered, drooling heroines resettled in their stroller before cautiously entering the store, hand ready to grab for her Bottle Blaster at a moment’s notice.

     But Batgirl and Zatana didn’t stay in their stroller for long. The white panel van that had dropped Wolfe’s henchwomen off pulled up next to them, and a woman in a neat black pantsuit emerged. With the help of the burly driver, the two former heroines were loaded into the side of the van and driven away.