Regression Crisis Issue Twenty One (Patreon)

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WHAP WHAP SMACK CRACK! Without so much as a warm up, the powerful superheroine brought the hard wooden hairbrush down on The Milk Maid’s bulbous bottom in a blistering flurry, making the sensuous villain’s rounded cheeks jiggle inside her panties. Because of her foe’s enhanced physique, there was no need for Diana to go easy on her opponent... The Milk Maid would be able to handle everything the Amazonian Princess could dish out.

     None of which was of any comfort to Nicole. Her ultra dense skin and bones did little to stem the pain she was feeling, nor did her enhanced muscles help her to do anything but kick her legs helplessly in the air behind her. In fact, as the blows rained down upon her wriggling rump, The Milk Maid could do little more than howl and cry as a painful, stinging fire was ignited in her panties.

     Most of the customers had fled the store during the fight... however, a few of them hadn’t been able to reach the door, so they’d sought shelter behind displays or the shelves. With the fighting mostly over, they started peeking out from their hiding spots, their attention drawn by the sounds of the spanking. The sight of the ordinarily cocky and in control Milk Maid kicking and squealing her way through a spanking had most of them suppressing giggled and guffaws, and they cheerfully settled in to watch.

     “YYYEEEOOO! OWWW! STOP!” She pleaded futility, her blush deepening even further when she thought about how low she’d fallen, and in such a short amount of time. In the past couple of hours, she’d had Supergirl and Zatanna, two of the most powerful beings on the planet, suckling from her tits like a couple of obedient newborns... now here she was, upended and spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. Could it possibly get any...?

      Before she could even finish the thought, Wonder Woman had tugged her panties down to her knees, exposing her rosy red cheeks to the room... and she barely even had time to squeal before the superheroine set into her again, the strokes of the hairbrush ringing out loudly.

     “OWIE! NOOO!” The Milk Maid shrieked, legs kicking in the air behind her helplessly, the furious amazon princess turning her rear end a searing, angry crimson.

     The spanking soon ended... but Nicole’s ordeal was just beginning. Within moments, she was on her feet, dazed, tears trickling down her cheeks, hopping gingerly from foot to foot in a vain effort to stem the pain of her searing backside. She was contemplating reaching back to rub her blazing bottom, but instead The Milk Maid found herself cringing when the angry superheroine reached out, gripped her dress in her powerful hands and literally tore it to rags in seconds, leaving Nicole wearing nothing but a set of boots and a pair of panties around her knees.

     “OOOOO!” She screeched, reaching to cover both her neatly trimmed bush and her massive mammaries. All thoughts of rubbing her spanked hiney went flying out the window... especially when Diana reached out and took her by the ear like a scolding teacher.

     “Ow! Hey! Leggo you bitch!” The Milk Maid whined and protested forced to stoop and follow along as Wonder Woman led her over to one of the changing table on display, the panties between her knees forcing her to waddle.  

“Come along,” Wonder Woman casually commanded, ushering the naked villain along with a couple of open palmed swats to her bare, jiggling bum.  

     “OW! Hey! Ouch! Cut it out, you bitc-- YEOW!” Nicole squawked when Diana landed a particularly stinging swat against her wriggling bare butt. Her buns burned and glowed behind her, attracting the open, mocking laughter of the hidden audience... especially when Wonder Woman forced her up onto the table with a pair of blistering spanks to hurry her along.

     “OW! You stupid slut!” Nicole barked, settling in on her back, blushing but unbowed. “You think this matters? It doesn’t make a difference what you do to me... Wolfe’s gonna have you diapered and drooling before-- mmmph!” she grunted, cut off buy the thick rubber nipple of a pacifier being pushed into her mouth.  

     By the time Wonder Woman had lifted The Milk Maid’s legs to present her fiery red backside for a coating of soothing cream, the small but enthusiastic crowd had left their hiding places to gather around and laugh as Diana’s powerful hands worked the cool, goopy cream into her sore red tushy. Folding her arms across her wobbling titties, Nicole could do little more than blush and scowl as she was powdered and pampered in front of the gawking rabble. Nicole blushed and fumed, but as she was sealed into the diaper, she found herself grateful to at least have her pink pussy and red ass hidden from prying eyes.

     Pulled suddenly to her feet, Nicole could only stand by helplessly while Diana pulled a ridiculous pink bonnet onto her head and tied it under her chin. A bib soon followed, it’s material falling just short of covering her nipples. She caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror and almost fainted. The sight of herself, The Mighty Milk Maid, reduced to the level of an Adult Baby sent a wave of humiliation over her that had her reeling. She was supposed to be the one who made and controlled the helpless adorable overgrown tots... not becoming one herself.  

     But the superheroine didn’t allow Nicole to wallow in her humiliation for long-- she took her by the ear again and dragged her up the isle and around the corner. “Oh! OW! OOOO! HEY!” She protested, stooped and hobbling to keep up, the crinkling diaper between her legs her forcing her to waddle. Her modesty forgotten, she simply allowed her huge tits to jiggle and wobble before her.

     Finally, The Milk Maid found herself herded into an adult-size high chair and swiftly locked into place behind a solid wooden tray. “Lemme outta here, you slag!” She roared at her captor, banging her fists on the tray.

     But she was powerless to stop her tormentor from binding her wrists at her side with a set of leather straps. It was then that Nicole noticed a similarly bound Betsy Wetsy in a neighbouring high chair. A quick glance confirmed that her hands were immobilized at her sides as well, thus neutralizing her abilities. She recoiled in fear when Diana approached, grinning, pleased with herself, hiding something behind her back.

      “I’m glad you both could be here today,” Wonder Woman said. “It’s time to play a little game.”

     “Blow it out yer ass, bimbo!” Nicole spat, a cold shiver running through her when she received a grin in response.

     “Funny you should say that... because the game works like this-- I’m going to ask a question, and the first one of you to answer doesn’t have to take a spoonful of... this.”

     From behind her back, she produced a spoon and a bottle of castor oil, bringing buggy eyed stares of disbelief from the two villains.

     “Look here, Amazon,” Betsy thundered pompously, sweating as she watched Diana pour the first spoonful.

     “First question: What happened to Harley and Supergirl?” Wonder Woman asked, looking from one to the other.

     “You stupid bitch!” Nicole laughed. “Do you really think we’re going to tell you anyth--”

     “The Paddler got Harley!” Betsy said from her high chair. “She,” she continued, nodding in Nicole’s direction, “took Supergirl-- Batgirl too!”  

     “You snitch!” Nicole roared furiously. “I’m gonna-- uumph!” she grunted as the spoon was pushed home, filling her mouth with foul tasting, oily goop that left a vile coating in her mouth and down her throat.

     “Sorry, Nicki,” Betsy said sincerely, “but I’m already incontinent... do you have any idea what that stuff will do to my stomach?!”

     “What have you done with my friends?!” Diana questioned angrily, loading up another spoonful of castor oil.

     “Well,” Betsy began, “Wolfe--”

     “Wolfe’skeepingthemathisheadquarters!” Nicole blurted, desperate to avoid another dose of castor oil.

     “Hey!” Betsy cried, squirming angrily.

     “He’s got some weird machine-- he’s turned them into a bunch of diaper babies! He’s keeping them in a big nursery!”

     “Nicole, you big mouth-- uummpph!” The spoon was in Betsy’s maw before she could finish, the disgusting liquid making her gag.

     “You’d better tell me what happened,” Diana demanded, filling another spoonful of castor oil. “Are my friends OK?”

     “Physically, they’re fine,” Betsy said, making a small face at Nicole as she found the spoonful of castor oil shoved into her mouth once more.

     “YUCK!” The former Milk Maid exclaimed while her friend continued:

     “Mentally?” Elizabeth said, ignoring Nicole’s discomfort, “he’s reduced the lot of them to horny Adult Toddlers, and only that machine can fix them.”

     “Last question,” Diana said through gritted teeth. “What’s Wolfe got waiting for me?”

     The two villainesses shared a naughty smile, once more united against a common foe.

     “You’re pea brain can’t possibly imagine, bitch!” Nicole smirked, getting a spoonful of castor oil for her troubles.

     Wonder Woman quickly filled up another spoonful, which found its way into Betsy’s mouth at lightning speed.

     “BLARG!” Elizabeth cried, nearly gagging. “Hey! I thought you said you didn’t have any more questions left,” she protested, nervously watching Diana fill another spoonful.  

     “I don’t,” Wonder Woman agreed, shoving the spoon into Nicole’s mouth before filling another. “But we’ve still got half the bottle left,” she said,  pushing the spoonful of oil between Betsy Wetsy’s lips, grinning when the villain’s face went sour in response, “and I’d hate to see it go to waste!”

     Betsy and The Milk Maid watched nervously as the amazon princess filled up another spoonful of the disgusting, slimy oil...